Compromising Situation by CaughtOfLore (Mixed CFNM/ENM+ENF, but mainly ENM)

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Chapter 11: Play

Abigail, deep down, was not entirely satisfied with Chantelle’s half-apology/half-blame-shift. Sure, her story checked out, and she was feeling incredibly bitter toward Hayden for instigating the sequence of events, but did that really give Chantelle no choice but to do what she did? She stewed quietly to herself. She would keep the peace for now, but there was no way Chantelle was off the hook, she thought to herself. Not by a long shot.

Rina shuffled forward on her knees and fed the DVD into the player as Teagan finished microwaving the popcorn and the other girls settled in on the floor in front of the TV.

“Hayden, come sit here!” Brylee called out, patting a spot on the floor between her and Abigail.

With every part of his mind and body screaming “NO” to him, he dragged his feet over to where they were sitting, and carefully lowered himself down, acutely aware of his positioning of the opening at the bottom of the towel as he lowered. In an awkward effort, he finally managed to plonk his behind onto the carpet. As he did so, the top of the towel loosened around his waist, and he swiftly readjusted it to make sure the sets of hawk-like eyes poised to his left and right didn’t catch an unwelcome glimpse down the top. The two girls giggled in stereo either side of him.

A very basic home-made DVD menu flashed onto the screen, with the options:

• Sixth Birthdays!
• Family Camping Trip!
• Seventh Birthdays!
• Bath Time Fun!
• Swimming Lessons!

Without hesitation, Rina navigated down so that “Bath Time Fun!” was highlighted. Like a cheeky child that knew she was doing something she probably shouldn’t, she spun around and grinned brattishly at Hayden. Hayden clenched the towel nervously. The damp squelching sound it made in his hands elicited a further giggle from Brylee.

“Please, Rina, can we-” Hayden began in a desperate plea.

“Careful what you say next, bro.” Rina interrupted.

“But this video... This is too much, and you know it!”

“There are five of us, and we literally have you surrounded. Remember our agreement.” She warned.

Hayden let out a groan and punched the floor in frustration. He was genuinely trapped.

“So hang on,” Teagan said, as she lowered two bags of freshly microwaved popcorn down to the floor, “The menu has Sixth birthday, and then Seventh, and then... Is this all chronological? Are we about to watch you guys taking a bath at age seven?!”

“Not entirely,” Rina explained, “This is a compilation Mom and Dad put together of our bath times over the years. We stopped bathing together at age five. After that, Mom and Dad decided to give us privacy from each other, so Mom would supervise me in the bath, and Dad would supervise Hayden. Of course, dad was pretty much the sole camera operator, so there’s a bit of footage with baby me in it up until the joint baths stopped, but the last fifteen minutes or so of the compilation is just Hayden.”

“At age seven?” Abigail questioned through a mouthful of popcorn.

“Yep, six and seven!” Rina giggled at the sight of her friend almost choking in disbelief.

“Everything okay out here?” came the voice of Mrs Bradstone from the doorway at the end of the hall. Everyone jumped.

They turned to see Mrs Bradstone wrapped in a white bath robe, drying her hair with a towel.

“Yeah, everything’s fine, Mom,” replied Rina, “We were all talking about when we were little kids, and I’m just gonna show these guys some of our home videos.”

Mrs Bradstone furrowed her brow as she spotted the highlighted option on the DVD menu.

“Uhh, Hayden... are you sure you’re okay with the girls watching that one?” She enquired, with a tone of concern.

Hayden could feel all eyes in the room drilling into him. This was the moment. He gulped.

“Of course not, you crazy cow! How could you even think for a moment that someone my age would be okay with this?!?” Was what he screamed inside.

Knowing the consequences however, what came out, was a fairly convincing, albeit slightly shaky “Yeah, it’s no big deal.”

His mother frowned in confusion.

“Because you remember what happens in it, right?” She pressed.

If it wasn’t for her ignorance of what was going on right now, it would seem like his mother was deliberately turning the crank on his humiliation. The girls suppressed the urge to explode with glee at how much Hayden was clearly squirming inside.

“Y-yep,” Hayden exhaled loudly, “I’m only a baby in it. It’s no big deal”, he repeated, as if trying to convince himself as well as his mother.

“A seven year old baby!” Teagan whispered, out of earshot of Mrs Bradstone.

The towel-clad boy winced.

“Well... Okay,” She paused, before adding “...If you’re okay with it...” in a very confused voice. She began to head down the hall to her room, before turning back to address Hayden again.

“You should put your pajamas on though, sweetie. You’ll catch a cold sitting there in a wet towel.”

“Oh, um, it’s not really wet, actually.” He lied.

“Still, I’m sure you don’t want to accidentally flash the girls” His mother chided. The girls erupted disproportionately in reaction to this comment, the pent-up nervous excitement they were all concealing taking this opportunity as a viable escape in the form of immature giggles.

Hayden’s mind scrambled for some sort of justification. As he looked around at the giggling girls, he haphazardly pieced together the most logical explanation he could think of on such short notice.

“I- Uh, It’s okay Mom, I have underwear on under this. This is... This is like a makeshift skirt! I’m just one of the girls tonight!” he blurted out.

The girls nodded along to his awkward explanation, desperately trying to stifle their laughter.

Even Mrs Bradstone couldn’t help but laugh at this explanation.

“I couldn’t be more proud of my kids!” she chuckled to the girls, shaking her head and disappearing down the hall.

There was a moment of stunned silence as everyone processed what had just happened. Teagan was the first to vocalize this.

“Oh. My. God! Did we just get the green light from Mrs Bradstone to look at her son’s you-know-what?!” she whispered excitedly.

“It’s from when I was a kid! I look completely different now!” Hayden blurted out in a voice on the verge of tears.

Everyone stopped and looked at him.

“Sounds like someone’s already trying to justify his teeny peeny before we’ve seen the evidence!” His sister teased. 

“It’s not- This isn’t- Rina, please!” Hayden was now struggling to form a cohesive sentence, but the desperation in his voice spoke paragraphs.

“Oh, I can’t take it!” Brylee squealed, bouncing up and down eagerly, “Play the damn video!”

Rina very deliberately lifted a finger into the air and after letting it hang for a moment, swooped in and stabbed at the ‘Play’ button on the remote.

The screen went black, and the video began.

The first image to appear on the screen was two babies, less than a year old, laying in diapers next to a small plastic tub. Rina immediately hit the fast-forward button on the remote.

“Anybody object to me skipping straight to the recent stuff?” Rina asked.

“It’s not recent!” Hayden insisted, “I was still just a kid!”, he grumbled, pounding his fists at the ground. This was completely unfair.

“Okay, let me rephrase then. Anybody object to me skipping straight to the stuff where Hayden is closer to the age he is now?”

Hayden shot a glare at Rina, and the girls laughed. No objections were made about Rina’s navigation of the video.

The girls watched in silence as glimpses of the two children flashed by on the screen. For the most part, the two children were concealed in bubbles, but as the video gradually skimmed forward to age four, then five, there were a few momentary glimpses of young Hayden standing up in the bath. Every time there was a momentary glimpse of his young naked body on the screen, Hayden felt like he was receiving an electric shock. These moments were also punctuated with squeals from the girls.

This was all too much for Hayden. Each time an image flashed by of his tiny toddler genitals, it was like a sucker punch to the stomach. He had seen this footage before, and knew that his penis was small back then, but was it really that small? He couldn’t do this. The footage was fast approaching his solo baths at age six and seven, and as soon as Rina stopped the fast-forwarding, the girls would be exposed to far more than fleeting glimpses.

Unable to take the anxiety anymore, Hayden lunged forward to eject the DVD before it was too late.

As he began to scurry forward on all fours, he felt a hand hook into his towel at his lower back.

“Aaaaagh!” He groaned, now so mortified he couldn’t even find words. Re-tightening his towel, he fell back into his place between the two sleeping bag girls. He could still feel the hand holding the towel just above his butt, threatening without words to remove it if he tried anything like that again.

Before anything could be said by any of the girls, sound started coming from the TV and all attention was immediately diverted to it. Rina had resumed playback.

This was it.

The girls watched with wide eyes as a six year old Hayden in Astro-Boy underpants appeared on the screen beside a bathtub filling with water, and hooked his thumbs into the waistband. With a single, carefree motion, six year old Hayden pulled the underpants down and kicked them off, and all eyes in the room were glued to the first of many shots of his tiny penis jiggling as he straightened up and stood in profile to the camera.

The room instantly exploded with shrieks, squeals, gasps and giggling.

Hayden felt like he was drowning.

[CaughtOfLore]

Chapter 12: Watching

In her room, Beverley Bradstone finished drying her hair and tossed her towel into a basket in the corner. She mulled over the conversation she had just had with her son as she went to her wardrobe to retrieve her nightgown. Had he really considered what happened in that footage? Was he really okay with someone outside the family seeing that? Last time they had watched that footage he ended up in tears of embarrassment - and that was just the family! Still, that was a few years ago, perhaps he had grown to see the funny side of it? And tonight she had definitely double-checked with him that he remembered what happened in the footage.

As she slipped her long purple nightgown over her head and down her body, she went over the footage in her own head. Again, she frowned.

Regardless of how Hayden felt about it now, she thought to herself, the stuff later on was still not appropriate for viewing by the group of young girls currently in her care. When that sort of thing is caught on tape, it is definitely for family’s eyes only.

Just then, her cellphone began ringing from the corner of the room, and she walked to her dresser table where it sat lightly vibrating across the wooden surface. The display indicated that Declan, her husband, was calling from his work number. He was still at the office? Odd, she was expecting him home any time now. Answering the call, she assured herself that she would have the kids turn off the DVD before it got to anything bad. There was no rush though - the earlier parts of her two angels in the bath were cute, and there was a good twenty minutes or so of that to watch through before it got to “that part”.

She had obviously not considered the possibility that her daughter might fast forward past those first twenty minutes. Which of course is exactly what had happened.

In the living room, girls voices tittered, gasped and commented excitedly around Hayden in surround sound. Like him, the girls could not believe what they were getting a chance to see at this moment. And the girls’ sounds made this painfully clear to Hayden.

“Oh my god!”
“Look at it! Look at it!”
“Oh, this is just too funny!”
“Look how little it is!”

This last comment cut to the core. It was what everyone in the room was thinking, Hayden included. He knew his genitals were smaller back then, but he could swear they were bigger than how small the video made them look.

On the screen, the completely naked six year old Hayden stood side-on to the camera and stared at the filling bath in front of him, waiting for it to finish being filled. To present day Hayden, it seemed as if his younger self was just standing there waiting for these girls to finish commenting on his tiny exposed penis.

“Get in the fucking bath! Cover up! Hurry up and hide my penis from these girls!” he began screaming with his mind through the screen at his pre-recorded younger self. This did no good, of course, and the five sets of young girls eyes around him continued taking in the image on the screen, which just stood there, swaying side to side and doing nothing to cover his diminutive package.

As if to entertain them further, the young Hayden on the screen, growing impatient for the bath, began anxiously bouncing on his heels. This had the effect of causing his little hairless thimble of a penis to jiggle about, much to the joy and amusement of the girls watching on.

Hayden’s eyes darted around the room. To his horror, he noticed the girls were occasionally looking away from the screen and across at him, their eyes glancing briefly down at his lap, where his fists clenched his towel tight to his crotch. A cold chill ran over him as he sensed what they were doing - they were finishing the image of his current-almost-naked form with this unfairly smaller version of his penis.

He wanted to shout at them to stop, but knew it was too late.

On the DVD, Hayden’s father set the camera down on a stool beside him while he tended to the faucet. The camera now ended up pointing at the wall, and the girls unanimously vocalised their disappointment with a chorus of “Awww!”. Hayden’s father’s voice could be heard saying “Okay, I think that’s full enough”, and the sound of the running water came to a stop.

“Do we get to see mor-” was all Brylee managed to get out before the camera began moving again, instigating cheers from the group.

The camera steadied back on Hayden just in time to see him lifting his left leg to climb into the bath. He did it slowly, as if to deliberately give the girls of his future a real show. In fact, he was just cautiously dipping his foot in to make sure the temperature was okay, but to his present day self, he felt like six-year-old Hayden was somehow conspiring with his present day sister to further the intensity of his mortification.

The five girls held their breath and took in this new view as Hayden stood with his leg cocked, his foot gently lowering into the water while unknowingly angling his undercarriage toward the audience.

Then, jolting, he pulled his foot up higher, out of the water.

“Dad! It’s too hot again!” whined the boy, lifting his foot back over the bath’s edge and stepping back.

“Okay, hang on a second, I’ll run some cold in,” came his father’s voice, as the camera whizzed back across the room to the stool.

This time, however, the camera was pointed toward the scene rather than the wall, albeit unintentionally. Just when he thought things couldn’t get more embarrassing, this moment of the video suddenly reminded him of what was about to take place on the screen. He sat bolt upright and looked across at his sister, who was smiling straight back at him, knowingly.

“Rina! Please, no, not—” he begged, before being cut off.

“Do you want mom to know what you did? Do you want to keep the towel on?”

Hayden could say nothing. He could do nothing. With his sister’s warning, and a hand holding onto the back of his towel, he was verbally and physically trapped.

Wondering what the big deal was that had caused this outburst from Hayden, Abigail asked, excitedly, “What? What’s gonna happen?!”

“Eyes on the screen!” Rina replied simply, “You won’t want to miss this!”

On the screen, both parties were preoccupied with their own thoughts, with Hayden’s father reaching over into the bath to adjust the water temperature, and young Hayden with his mind drifting. Then, as Hayden’s father turned on the cold water, young Hayden stepped back. He was obviously completely oblivious to the camera at the time, but he was now standing directly in front of the camera, about seven inches from the lens. The autofocus shifted around for a moment, and then suddenly, in perfect clarity, the five girls were treated to an unintentional extreme close up of this boy’s prepubescent penis and almost-nonexistently tiny scrotum.

Shrieks filled the room and Hayden, not able to cope with the brutal honesty of the imagery on the screen, looked around at the reactions on the girls’ faces.

Abigail had pulled her sleeping bag up over her mouth and nose to stifle the noise of her girlish squeal.

Teagan was staring wide-eyed and open mouthed, saying nothing.

Rina, despite having seen the footage before, had a look on her face like it was Christmas morning, and just basked in the visual, unblinkingly.

Brylee’s eyes looked like they were about to pop out of her head, and she too had leaned in, determined to take in every nuance of the boy’s privates while this rare opportunity presented itself.

Chantelle had an open-mouthed smile, which she was covering with one hand as she scanned the young boy’s genitals. She, unlike the other girls, knew how much they had changed, both in shape and size. Heck, to an extent, they’d even slightly changed in color! She was finding every single frame of this footage incredibly fascinating, exciting and absolutely hilarious.

And then something else happened.

It was entirely innocent, but it’s consequences were devastating for present day Hayden.

Six-year-old Hayden, inches away from the camera, waiting for the temperature of his bath to be adjusted, began absent-mindedly playing with his penis.

The girls all went silent when this happened. It was probably entirely non-sexual for six-year-old Hayden at the time, just an extension of twiddling his thumbs while he waited. But the next fourteen seconds of footage that followed was unlike anything the four visiting girls had ever seen, or would have otherwise ever had the chance to experience, and they sat in silence, just watching.

They watched as he took it in between his thumb and forefinger, jiggling and bouncing it. They watched as he idly pinched the end in his hand and stretched it out. They watched him strum it through his fingers, and they watched as he twisted it this way and that, all without a second thought as he waited.

It was only fourteen seconds, and was an entirely innocent, not uncommon thing for young boys to do, that just happened to be caught by the camera by accident. The incident had elicited laughter from his family when they had first watched the footage back. But in front of these strangers. These girls his own age... They weren’t supposed to see this. HE couldn’t scrutinize a GIRL’s privates like this. It was unthinkable! He tried to calm himself, to take deep breaths, but it was getting harder and harder to do so. This was beyond mortification.

As the sound of running water stopped again, young Hayden stepped toward the bath and out of frame.

The room remained silent, the only sound was the voice of Hayden’s father on the television, advising little Hayden to try getting into the bath again.

Current day Hayden stared at his feet, unable to look around at the girls now. But he could feel them all looking at him.

Then he heard Brylee’s hushed but giddy voice to his immediate right.

“Can we rewind and watch that again?”

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Chapter 13: Cardboard

“Yeah! Rewind it, I totally need to see that again!” Teagan seconded.

“And you soooo have to give me a copy of this.” Chantelle added, with a vengeful lilt in her voice.

Hayden closed his eyes and tried to wish himself away as the room filled with a chorus of “me too” from the rest of the girls. As hard as he wished, and as hard as he closed his eyes, he could not block out the voices of the excited girls coming from every direction. He heard the video replaying the same piece of dreaded footage, and the running commentary provided by the girls.

“It’s soooo cute how he’s pulling on it and stretching it, like he knows it should be longer than that!”
“Oh man! I didn’t even notice his balls the first time! They’re almost not even there!”
“I can’t believe after the cocky strip show he was putting on earlier, that it’s sooo tiny!”

This was the breaking point for Hayden. Again, he punched the floor and looked around at the girls.

“IT’S NOT THAT SMALL ANYMORE! GOD DAMN IT!” He shouted. Then quieter, but still with a high level of agitation in his voice, he added “That was years ago! I’ve grown a lot since then!”

“Wellllll,” Rina responded, teasingly, “I wouldn’t say a LOT…”

“You haven’t seen it! You wouldn’t know!” he fumed.

“Actually, I did catch a peek at it tonight when you almost had that towel ripped away from you by Bry.” She answered back, smugly.

Hayden was caught off guard by this news. Rina took the opportunity to continue.

“So yes, I can confidently say that other than the addition of a bit of hair down there, you girls should be picturing him with that.” She lied, pointing at young Hayden’s tiny penis still jiggling about on the screen.

Hayden spluttered.

“That’s- That’s not fair! You know that’s not true!” He yelled, trying to hold back from openly crying. Knowing that Chantelle had seen him at his largest and most erect tonight, he turned to her, but then realising he didn’t want the information of his uncontrollable erection out there either, he refrained from saying anything. Chantelle picked up on his momentary glance to her however, and pounced on it. This was Rina’s humiliation revenge plan unfolding, she realised, and was obviously why Rina had specifically asked her to refrain from telling the rest of the girls about seeing his erection earlier. It was for this moment. This moment of really piling on the shame.

“I saw your penis earlier too, didn’t I, Hayden?” She asked very matter-of-factly, causing the rest of the girls to look across at her, and then back at Hayden.

Hayden said nothing. He just stared back through his welling tears, begging her with his eyes to not tell them about what she had seen, about his erection struggles.

“Didn’t I, Hayden?” She repeated.

His hesitation was enough for the girls to know the answer. “Oh my god! She did!” came a whisper from Teagan.

“And what did YOU see, Chantelle?” Rina asked, speaking very slowly and deliberately, as if trying to lead the conversation.

As Chantelle opened her mouth to tell the story of Hayden’s bouncing, leaking, persistent erection, the subtext of Rina’s question hit her. Rina didn’t want her to refrain from telling them about his erection until now. She didn’t want her to tell them about his erection at all! The plan had an even deeper level, far more satisfying than Chantelle had anticipated. Suppressing a huge devious grin, she instead did her best to feign a pained, sympathetic look toward Hayden.

“Sorry Hayden,” she said, and then addressing the rest of the girls, she added “Rina’s right, everyone who has watched this DVD tonight knows exactly what his penis looks like. It’s no bigger, it just has a bit of hair.”

The fervor of laughter, gasps and squeals as the rest of the girls processed this was unprecedented.

Hayden felt as though the whole room had been turned upside down on him.

“WHAT?!” He yelped, “No! They’re lying!”

“Me thinks the baby doth protest too much!” Teagan responded.

Abigail leaned in excitedly, almost falling on top of him in her sleeping bag.

“There’s two of them and only one of you - plus we’ve been watching video evidence! Give it up! You definitely have teensy tiny baby boy bits, and we know what they look like!” she added between giggles while staring down at his crotch. Coming from the most underdeveloped girl in the room, this really stung.

This was a nightmare for Hayden. At the beginning of this evening, he was setting out to be so manly in their eyes, and now they were all completely and utterly convinced that he had the genitals of a toddler!

“I SWEAR it’s bigger than back then!”, he desperately argued.

Rina stopped the DVD. “Prove it then,” she said.

The girls quietened down and attentively waited for Hayden’s reaction.

“What?” Hayden asked, looking around uneasily.

“Well,” Rina continued, “You keep telling us it’s bigger, but I know what I saw, and Chantelle knows what she saw. If you’re saying we’re mistaken, then you have all the evidence you need right there between your legs.”

The group of girls all looked down to the area in question and giggled, obviously picturing the little nub of a thing they had just been free to ogle on the DVD.

“No way!” He recoiled at the suggestion.

“You guys aren’t fighting are you?” came the voice of Beverley Bradstone, as she appeared in the doorway.

“No, just chatting, Mom.” Rina replied sweetly, not missing a beat.

“Okay then. In between DVDs are we?” she asked, pleased to see from the blank screen that convincing the girls to turn off the DVD before seeing something inappropriate could be removed from her mental to-do list.

“Yeah, Hayden was just offering to make us all a hot chocolate before we settle in for a proper movie,” Rina said, looking at her brother. “Right, bro?” she asked.

Hayden, relieved at being given the opportunity to escape the circle of girls surrounding him, enthusiastically played along. “Yep! Hot chocolates all round!” He said.

As he held onto his towel and proceeded to stand up, he felt the hand on the back of the towel reluctantly release it’s grip. He may have still been trapped in every other sense of the word, but this he felt was at least a small step toward freedom.

This feeling was almost immediately cut short, as Chantelle stood up and took a hold of his wrist, saying “I’ll give you a hand, Hayden” and began to walk him toward the kitchen.

“Good, good...” Beverley responded, in a distracted voice. She continued across the room as she spoke, seemingly preoccupied with her own agenda.

“Something wrong?” Rina asked, picking up on her mother’s hurried behaviour as she watched her make her way to the door that led through to their garage.

“Oh, I just got a call from your father. He stayed back at the office tonight and when he went to head home he’s found the car won’t start, so I’m just going over in the station wagon to pick him up,” Beverley explained, sliding her shoes on. As she opened the door to head out to the garage, she said “I’m sorry to rush out like this, I won’t be gone more than twenty minutes. Will you be okay?” 

“We’ll be fine,” Rina assured her.

Hayden wanted so much to beg her to stay, to tell her what was going on. But he knew where that would lead.

That would lead to him trying to explain the night’s events. And no matter how he tried to run through his side of the story in his mind, there was no way he could word it that didn’t sound ridiculous. He certainly didn’t know how to explain that he was tricked into stripping naked without divulging to the entire room that the reason he went along with it was to hide an uncontrollable erection!

With all this racing through his head, Hayden missed any further conversation with his mother, and after a reminder of the list of emergency numbers by the phone, Beverley was gone.

Within seconds, Hayden was once again surrounded by the five girls, now standing in the kitchen. They had him cornered and backed up against one of the bench tops near the sink.

The kitchen only had the one exit, back into the living room, beyond this wall of girls, and being so outnumbered he didn’t dare try making a run for it. Now with no adult around to intervene, he had to play things extremely carefully with these girls.

“Well?” Rina asked, continuing their prior conversation as if no time had passed.

“Rina, you know I can’t prove it!” Hayden tried to reason.

“Why? Because Rina and Chantelle are telling the truth?” Brylee teased.

“NO! Because… How would I prove it without showing you it?”

“You couldn’t,” Rina responded, “That’s my point.”

Hayden let out another frustrated grunt. “There is NO WAY I’m showing it to you!” He shouted. Then, addressing the girls that hadn’t seen his actual penis that night, he said “I don’t care what you might think, I’m fine with knowing myself that they’re lying, and I don’t care if you choose to believe them - they’re not able to provide any proof to back up their claims either.”

Silence.

And then...

“Yeah, sounds pretty defensive to me.” came Abigail’s voice, continuing to chip away further at Hayden’s crumbling composure.

“This isn’t going to work! I’m not going to show it to you! Why would I? Sure, it would end this stupid argument, and you’d see it IS BIGGER, but what kind of victory would that be for me, to show you my junk?” He reasoned.

“Well,” Rina stepped forward a little, “If it is bigger than in the video, you wouldn’t actually have to show us all of it to prove that.”

Hayden frowned in complete confusion at his sister’s comment. “What?”

“I mean, you could just show us part of it - enough to see that the length continues beyond how tiny it was in the video - and then we’d still not have seen your whole penis, but you’d still have proven that it has actually grown longer since then”

Hayden understood what she was suggesting, but showing them even part of his penis was not something he was willing to do.

“I’m not doing that!” he said.

“Hayden,” Rina raised her voice a little, and stepped forward again, “In case you haven’t noticed, we have you surrounded and outnumbered quite effectively. We could very easily just strip you, and we have at least twenty minutes to do whatever we want with you, but I’m giving you a much more modest option here.”

“If you strip me, I’ll tell Mom!” he shot back. If they followed through with this threat, it would be drastically different to the circumstances earlier where his own actions led him to remove his own boxers. This would be something he could get them into big trouble for, without having to divulge information about any embarrassing erections.

“Oh, of course you’d tell Mom,” Rina now stepped right up to him, “Which is why for the next twenty minutes, we’d have to make getting in trouble really, really worthwhile.”

Hayden swallowed hard and looked around him at the faces that had him completely surrounded, beaming at him. He genuinely had no course of escape.

Defeated, Hayden lowered his head.

“How much do I need to show?” he quietly mumbled, not quite believing this was happening.

“Hmm. How big was your wittle winkle in the video? Can’t have been any more than an inch, right?” Rina teased.

“It was bigger than an inch!” Hayden shouted, before even thinking. It was an instinctive defensive reaction, and internally he cursed at himself for blurting it out, but it was done. The girls giggled.

“Okay, not sure why you’d be arguing to show us more, but we’ll take it!” Rina laughed, “You’d know best I guess. How long would you say your penis was in the video?”

This was horrible. They were making him admit to them his penis size from when he was six. Sure, they’d seen the damn thing, but somehow having to say it out loud to all of these girls felt just as bad.

“I dunno,” he muttered, meekly, “About an inch and a half?”

He wanted to say it was longer even back then, but that would just mean showing more of his penis to them now. He had measured himself a few weeks ago and knew he was about three and a half inches, so one and a half inches was quite enough for them to see. Over half of his penis would still be hidden from them, he tried to reassure himself. Roughly an inch of shaft and the inch or so of his circumcised head would still be an unknown to them.

“So to establish whether it’s longer now, we should probably see just a little more than that. Maybe another half inch?” Rina proposed.

Brylee leaned forward and devilishly said “I dunno, I think in the video it was at least four inches, and we should add another inch just to be safe. Make it five inches.”

The girls all laughed at Brylee’s evil suggestion. Hayden glared at Brylee, and then said to Rina “Let’s just do the two inches and get it over with. How do we do this?”

Rina thought to herself for a moment, her eyes drifting across the room. Suddenly her hand shot up and pointed at a roll of almost completed paper towel on the bench top.

“Teagan, grab me that roll of paper towel!” she said, excitedly. Teagan obliged, tossing the roll to her. Rina peeled away the final three sheets of paper towel and handed Hayden the cardboard tube.

“Turn around, drop the towel, and stick your ‘junk’ as you call it, in this. That way you can just lower it to the right length and the rest will still stay hidden away. Nice and controlled.” Rina said. Before he could respond, she leaned over and pulled a length of measuring tape out of the drawer to his immediate right. It all happened so quickly. Suddenly, everyone was waiting on him to begin. Hayden might not have been in any hurry, but the girls were wasting no time.

Hayden eyed the bundle of measuring tape in his sister’s hand with a certain amount of nervousness.

“You’re not going to hold that up against me!” He said, positively horrified at the idea of her touching anything down there.

“Well someone has to measure out the two inches, and it takes two hands to use a measuring tape, so you can’t do that and hold the tube. Unless you want one of us in control of the tube?” She suggested.

“No! God no!” he replied, “Can you please at least promise me you won’t actually touch me then?”

“Yes I can,” she said, very assuredly, before adding “Because I’m going to let Chantelle do the measuring.”

Chantelle’s face lit up and she bounded forward, taking the measuring tape delicately in her hands as if it were a golden ticket.

Hayden gave a shocked look at his sister like she had just shot him.

“I’ll try to not touch anything down there, Hayden,” Chantelle cooed, “But I probably will.”

Hayden wanted to break down and cry, but had no time to do so before Rina snapped “You have ten seconds to drop the towel and turn around facing us with the tube on, or we strip you and make the next twenty minutes or so much, much worse! Ten!”

Hayden’s eyes darted around the room. Everyone watched on expectantly. Hungrily.

“Nine!”

Holy hell! This was insane! He had nine seconds left and that was it! He spun around to face away from the girls. He glanced to his left and right to make sure the girls wouldn’t see his front from either side.

“Eight!”

He couldn’t believe he was doing this! But there was no other option! Holding the cardboard tube in one hand, he used the other to fumble about and undo the cold, wet towel that was tied around him as his last barrier between his naked flesh and the world.

“Seven!”

This was the moment. The towel loosened and he reluctantly allowed it to unravel and drop to the ground. He heard the excited tittering of the girls as his butt and entire back half revealed itself to them. Hayden meanwhile looked down at his genitals…

“Six!”

He froze at what he saw.

What he saw was not at all what he was expecting.

What he saw was the result of having a cold, wet towel held tightly against your crotch for over half an hour.

His penis and testicles had retreated significantly.

They were...

“Five!”

They were tiny!

He blinked, still unable to move, unable to accept that he was in this state.

His penis was currently about an inch and a half in length.

“Four!”

Frantically, he tried to tug on his penis to stretch it out to the size he knew it should be, momentarily mimicking the actions of his childhood in the video. But even while it was stretched out he could not reach the three and a half inches, and when he let go, it retracted straight back to where it was.

“Three!”

Shit! He had no time! Staring down at his inch and a half of cold, damp, shrivelled and cowering boyhood, he brought the cardboard tube down and slid it over his shamefully miniaturized genitals, pressing the tube snugly up against his body.

“Two!”

He gripped the tube with both hands and continued staring down. His embarrassment was now securely hidden from view inside the brown cardboard sheath. This cylinder now stuck out from his small patch of pubic hair. At a glance it looked like he was holding a particularly large penis in his hands, and it only served to further heighten his anxiety about how comparatively minute his actual penis currently was.

“One!”

Hayden spun around to face the girls. He flinched as their renewed squeals filled the kitchen.

He gripped the cardboard cylinder and stood unmoving as their noise died down, waiting hungrily for him to make the next move.

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Chapter 14: Slowly

An unblinking sea of young girl’s glistening, excited eyes were taking in areas that none of them had seen on a boy their own age. The thrill in the air was almost palpable. They explored the new territory that surrounded the cardboard tube, and delighted in the knowledge that Hayden was clearly still only part-way through puberty, as his pubic hair, while there, was still fairly sparse.

“Ohhh god! This is so cool!” Teagan squealed. Then, with a gasp, she turned to Rina and practically yelled in excitement “Wait! Stop! Can everyone hold on for a second while I go get my phone from upstairs to take pictures?”

“NO! Rina please, no!” Hayden begged. This audience already consisted of five girls all in his class at school - word alone would spread through the rest of the school in an instant, and that would be mortifying enough. The idea of those same five girls being armed with actual images to back up their claims would absolutely kill him!

But Hayden’s objections fell on deaf ears. Any protest he made was just heard as meaningless sound coming from their new plaything.

“Go for it, he’s not going anywhere, and it’s not like he’s eager to show us any more straight away”, Rina responded, sending Teagan bolting out of the room as fast as her legs could carry her. Hayden felt goosebumps run over his entire body.

“Grab mine from on top of my pillow too!” shouted Chantelle after her.

“Oh! And mine and Brylee’s too! They’re on the floor in the middle of the room!” Abigail yelled out, figuring the more, the merrier.

“Okay!” came the voice of Teagan, already halfway up the stairs, “Rina, you want yours too?”

“Uh, no thanks Teags!” she replied, and then addressing the rest of the girls, added “I don’t want nudie pics of my brother on my phone! But you guys knock yourselves out - it’s nice to know I’ll have plenty of people to turn to if I ever need any blackmail material!”

Hayden stood still and just listened to all of this. He quietly hoped that Teagan would remain upstairs collecting phones and delaying the proceedings until his parents got home, unlikely as that would have been.

“Whoa WAIT!” Chantelle shouted in sudden realization, crouching down a little and pointing at the underside of the cardboard tube, “Hayden, where are your balls?!”

The other girls all joined Chantelle in crouching down to scrutinize the area between Hayden’s legs. Hayden opened and closed his mouth a couple of times, but no sound came out.

Rina burst out laughing.

“Have you stuffed your balls into the tube as well?!” She asked, unable to stop giggling, and setting the other girls off.

Hayden stammered for a response “I... But... You told me to stick my junk in there!”

“I meant your penis! I didn’t think you’d be able to get your nuts in there too!”

The girls all giggled at the fact that had been outlined before them; whatever size his penis and testicles were, they were small enough to both fit inside this cardboard tube together. Where the tube had originally allowed in the girls minds the potential of a penis with substantial girth and length, the consideration that both his penis and testicles were housed within its constraints now confirmed a very restricted limit on their potential size.

Hayden cast his gaze downward and tried to will his penis to warm up, to grow back to its normal size while it still had a chance. But still damp and squashed inside the cold cardboard housing, he felt no change at all, and could only hope that he was wrong.

The giggling continued only a moment longer before Teagan came bounding back down the stairs with handfuls of phones. Severely outnumbered, trapped and overpowered, Hayden could only watch on as the giggling gaggle of girls grabbed their respective phones and enthusiastically opened their camera apps. One by one, the phones raised up and out toward him, like a miniature amateur paparazzi.

He visibly flinched as he heard the first of many rounds of electronic camera shutter sound effects bounce off the walls of his kitchen-turned-peepshow-booth. In the absence of any adults, any maturity the girls might have normally had was now out the window, and the room was now filled with giddy girlish giggling and libidinous drooling stares.

“Oh, here,” Chantelle said, passing her phone to Rina, “Can you take some photos for me? I’m gonna need my hands free to feel- er, to make a precise measurement.”

As Rina took the phone, Chantelle closed in on her target, holding out the measuring tape. Hayden attempted to back away, but his bare buttocks came into contact with the cold edge of the bench top behind him, ceasing his retreat almost as soon as it began. He held the cardboard tube firmly with both hands.

Chantelle crouched down in front of Hayden, now holding the measuring tape just a foot or so from his naked body. Everyone fell silent as her hands inched closer and closer, until finally they paused, hovering just an inch or so from his thin nest of pubic hair. Chantelle looked up and her eyes met with Hayden’s.

“You need to start pulling the tube down so I can measure out two inches” she stated, very straightforwardly.

“I... I can’t...” Hayden mumbled.

“Hayden!” His sister snapped from behind Chantelle’s phone, “Start lowering the tube NOW, or we’ll all just yank the thing off you entirely!”

Screwing up his face in frustration, he forced himself to very slowly, very slightly bring the end of the paper towel tube away from his body, revealing about half an inch of penis protruding from his pubic area, before stopping and almost buckling at the knees in reaction to the outburst of squeals filling the room.

For every girl in the room (with the obvious exception of Rina and Chantelle), this was their first exposure to a real life teenage boy’s penis, the little appendage boys kept hidden from them. Their most private of private parts. There was something undeniably thrilling about seeing this part of a boy in their class, a part of him that they definitely shouldn’t be seeing.

Not only that, but they could now all make their first assessments about how big his penis really was, and judging by the width at the base, it really was looking to the girls like Rina and Chantelle were telling the truth!

Click, click, click went the sound of phone cameras.

Hayden, also looking down at the exposed half inch of penis, closed his eyes for a moment, now knowing from the evidence of pale, slightly wrinkled skin, that he was still in a very tiny state.

“Why have you stopped? There’s no way that’s two inches!” Abigail protested

“I guess we should check and see where we’re at though...” Chantelle enthusiastically announced, bringing the measuring tape toward his member.

Hayden’s eyes shot back open, and he would have made a very abrupt objection if he had even a fraction of a second at his disposal, but with Chantelle’s hands and the tape already so close, she had made physical contact with him before she had even finished speaking. Her left hand, holding the end of the measuring tape, nestled into his pubic hair to the left of his penis, and the ends of her fingers gently nuzzled into the curve where the organ protruded from his body.

With his penis still being so numb from the cold, he really couldn’t feel her fingertips lightly grazing it, but he could certainly see it.

“Ah! Hey!” he yelled, yelling being the only course of action he could take, being backed up against the kitchen bench with no way of moving any further away from her.

“Sorry,” Chantelle giggled, making no actual effort to cease contact with his penis, “Just getting an accurate measurement of how much is exposed so far!”

Chantelle, not letting this unbelievable opportunity go to waste, made a point of pressing into the side of Hayden’s penis with her fingers as she continued to pretend she was having trouble reading the measurements. She wanted to get a real feel for the thing, and as a result was almost at risk of pushing it sideways and out of the tube. Hayden grunted in displeasure and Chantelle, knowing she didn’t want to lose this gig before the full two inches was out to prod at, took that moment to temporarily wrap up her physical exploration, announcing “Just under half an inch so far”, and stepping back.

Hayden would have been seething if he wasn’t at this moment so vulnerable.

“You heard her! Keep going! You agreed to show us four times what we can see so far!” Rina bellowed.

Now trembling a little, Hayden very slowly and cautiously continued the tube’s descent down his member, every moment hoping that his penis was now longer than he dreaded it still was. Before reaching even an inch of exposure however, his eyes, glancing down into the tube where the girls could not yet see, glimpsed something that made him freeze. Hayden’s blood ran cold as he saw his corona, the beginning of the head of his penis, about to come into view for the girls!

The length of his shrunken penis hadn’t budged!

It was still going to be a total mortifying length of about an inch and a half!

It was unfortunately at this time that Chantelle from her lower vantage point voiced a discovery of her own in a shrill shriek.

“Oh my god! Look at his little nutsack!”

The girls all dropped to the floor to get a good view. Hayden tried to cover this before they all got a look, but Chantelle grabbed his free hand and held it away from his body.

“Pull the tube back up and I’ll take it away entirely!” Rina warned.

Shrieks, giggles, camera snaps.

Hayden stood as still as he could. His only movement, his trembling hand holding the cardboard tube over just the head of his penis. He stood there trying desperately to block out the sound of the girls’ comments, and silently begging his penis to grow further into the tube. He knew the distraction of his shrivelled scrotum would be over soon, and this was literally the last chance he had to get his penis to return to regular size before everything was revealed.

Try as he might to focus on the task of willing his penis back to normal, the humiliating comments of the girls proved too off-putting. In fact, if it were possible for his genitals to shrink any further, hearing their comments would have done the trick.

“There can’t even be room for balls in there!”

“I think his nuts might even be smaller now than when he was six!”

“Sooo cuuuute!”

And then...

“Why have you stopped lowering the tube again?” Rina asked, impatiently. “They can watch from down there. Keep going. You can’t even be halfway there yet.”

[CaughtOfLore]

Chapter 15: More

Rina’s words echoed and echoed through Hayden’s head.

“Keep going. You can’t even be halfway there yet.”

He stared down at the small fleshy protrusion resting in the cardboard tube. 

“You can’t even be halfway there yet,” the words continued to repeat in his mind.

The girls were still crouched down, intoxicatingly fascinated by his newly exposed and barely-there scrotal sac. 

Hayden looked down into the tube at the head of his penis. The corona of his penis was essentially resting on the edge of the tube’s opening. He could quite literally not move the cardboard shielding down his shaft any further without exposing the head - and truth - to the girls.

“Hayden! Quit stalling! Geez, if I was you I’d be trying to get this over with as quickly as possible, not drawing it out!” His sister bellowed.

Hayden could only stare back at his sister, then back down at the tube, silently begging his penis to grow. He tried to conjure up imagery of the night’s earlier events in his mind, to give his member some growing fuel, but the girls’ continued humiliating comments were muddying his ability to concentrate.

“Maybe he thinks that’s two inches?” Chantelle proposed eagerly, “I guess I’d better check!”

Chantelle squeezed her way back to the front of the semi-circle of girls, a semi-circle that was gradually getting smaller and closer to the point of interest as the minutes passed. Once again, Chantelle held out the measuring tape and made sure she got a good feel of Hayden’s exposed manhood while she did so, stretching a couple of fingers under his shaft and exploring the texture of his shrivelled little testicle pouch.

Hayden this time made no effort to pull away from Chantelle’s wandering fingertips, hoping that the sensation of a girl’s fingers on his privates would help some blood to rush to them. Unfortunately he was still too cold to have any sensation down there and so the only person feeling anything was Chantelle. That is, until one of her fingertips became a little too curious and pressed into one of his testicles a little too hard. Hayden flinched and let out a high-pitched gasp, causing Chantelle to pull back abruptly, almost toppling backwards. She looked up to see Hayden wincing slightly. Chantelle giggled at this new interaction.

The other girls giggled as well, having seen exactly what had happened from their low vantage point.

Hayden continued to wince even as the sharp pain began to subside, knowing that this seemingly innocent action from Chantelle had eliminated any chance of him being able to excite his penis into growing in the immediate future.

Chantelle moved back in with the measuring tape, now with her focus on actually getting a new measurement. This time, she made sure not to press the beginning of the measuring tape into his pubic area like she had enthusiastically done when she took the first measurement. She realised that the less she pressed into him, the shorter the measurement would read, and in turn the further he would have to bring the tube away from himself.

Hayden and Chantelle both looked at the measurement, and then looked at each other. Chantelle’s grin was so big that it threatened to extend beyond the confines of her face.

“Three quarters of an inch! C’mon Hayden, we’re still not even at an inch yet!”

Although Chantelle had already seen his penis in an erect state earlier that evening, the small amount exposed to her at the present time in a flaccid state looked like an entirely different penis. She knew by it’s current relative girth that this boy’s thing had reduced in size by an incredible factor, and while she loved her experiences in seeing him squirm while exposed to her earlier that night, this was a whole new level. She suspected that he was hesitating because in his present state he didn’t measure up, but she didn’t suspect for a moment that he was as close to being completely exposed as he currently was.

Chantelle lifted her hands and the measuring tape away from Hayden.

“Okay, Hayden,” Rina warned, “I know you’re trying to drag this out until Mom gets home, but that’s still a long way off, so you may as well give up on that. You need to get that tube moving again, NOW, or I’m going to take it. And quit being so slow about it! You know it needs to be at least double what you’re showing now.”

“I can’t do it, Rina! Please just make this stop!” Hayden begged.

Rina stepped toward him. “You CAN do it. You WILL do it. We agreed on two inches. Not slightly less than one inch.”

“Hayden,” Teagan chimed in, “I kinda half figured Rina and Chantelle were joking about you being as small now as you were when you were six. By stopping at under an inch, I’m starting to think they’re actually telling the truth. If you don’t keep going, you’re basically admitting that your dick is the same length - possibly smaller - than it was back then!”

“Surely it’s longer than THAT!” Abigail gigglingly remarked, pointing at the small exposed portion of Hayden’s unit.

The group began to murmur giddily.

Hayden desperately clambered for the words to defend himself. “No, it is longer than that, but it’s... cold, and-”

“No it’s not!” Rina interrupted, “Well, maybe you’d be a bit cold if you were naked right now, but even so, isn’t that more reason for you to get this over with, so you can get dressed again?”

So much for Hayden’s attempts to subtly explain his predicament.

“How big should his thingy be?” Abigail asked, brazenly eyeing his penis, but still somehow being unable to bring herself to use the actual word.

“I read online that most boys our age are about 6 to 7 inches, on average, and then around 8 when hard,” Brylee casually stated. She was referring to a forum thread she had stumbled across one day, and had not even stopped to consider that the numerous younger teenage boys on the forum proudly sharing their penis sizes, like most boys their age, were fairly heavily exaggerating.

Hayden felt the stares of the girls on him, all of them watching for some kind of visible reaction from him, that would indicate if he was smaller than Brylee’s quoted average. He kept his best poker face. He knew that Brylee’s figure was off, but it was somehow still a blow to his confidence.

“Right, that’s it,” Rina suddenly snapped, breaking the tense silence of the room and reaching out toward Hayden’s last vestige of modesty, “You’re not stalling any more. I’m taking the tube.”

“NO!” Hayden screamed, his buttocks pressing hard into the immovable, chilly edge of the bench top in a futile attempt to back away from his sister’s approaching hands. “I’ll do it! Look! I’m doing it!” He desperately shouted.

Rina stopped and retreated again, joining her friends in preparing to take some more pictures.

The girls watched on.

Hayden, hands shaking slightly, resumed the tube’s movement, screaming on the inside at the unfairness of the lose-lose decision he was forced to make. He moved the piece of cardboard at an almost imperceptible slowness as he tried to conjure images in his mind - anything - to make it lengthen. But the pressure of the moment weighed too heavily on his thoughts, and his penis stubbornly maintained it’s frustratingly small form.

Within mere seconds of him resuming, the ridge of the beginning of his penis head surfaced from the shielding of the cardboard cylinder and was exposed to the girls.

Time stood still.

The truth was out there for all those ravenous, excited eyes to see.

An undeniable indicator that they were now looking at almost the entirety of Hayden’s penis, right there, with no room for argument.

A pitter-patter of sharp gasps sucked the air out of the room. It took a moment for the girls to piece together what they were looking at and what it meant. Then, again, the room erupted with girlish noise.

“Oh my god! Hayden!”
“No way!”
“Are you serious?”
“Hooooly shiiit!”
“That’s the head! That’s the fucking head! We’re gonna see the whole thing!”

The vibe of the room was defined by the sound of amazement and unfiltered laughter, veiled only very thinly with an almost imperceptible feigned pity for the boy. 

“Don’t you dare stop moving that tube again!” Hayden heard his sister’s warning cutting through the girl’s merriment, “Two. Inches.” She added, allowing the joy of knowing she was now demanding the impossible, to creep obviously into her voice.

With the humiliating truth now unable to be reversed, Hayden slowly but unceremoniously continued on to reveal the remainder of his penis head, all the way to the tip, as the girls feverishly shuffled this way and that, snapping photos from every angle and distance they could manage, amidst their ceaseless chorus of excitement. Under the watchful gaze of his sister, he dutifully, harrowingly continued to bring the tube out to what he estimated to be the full two inches. When he finally stopped, he and his sister stared at the half inch or so of empty space between the end of the paper towel tube and where his cold, shriveled little nubbified penis ended.

[CaughtOfLore]

Chapter 16: Check

“I can’t believe it!” Brylee exclaimed, voicing the essence of what all the girls had going through their heads at that moment, “I genuinely thought Rina and Chantelle were playing the pride card to trick him into showing us just some of his penis! But it really is tiny!”

“No! It’s not normally this small!” Hayden insisted, trying to squeeze some semblance of credibility and dignity back into how the girls currently saw him.

“Right, it’s normally ten feet long - we’re just seeing it at the wrong time of year when it’s not in full bloom!” Chantelle sardonically shot back, not fully understanding why it was so small now compared to when she had seen it earlier, but nevertheless basking in the joy that he genuinely seemed to have no control over it himself.

“I tried to tell you before! It’s just because it’s cold! It shrinks when it’s cold, I swear!” Hayden beggingly implored the girls to believe him.

Chantelle leapt on the chance to muddy the credibility of Hayden’s claim once again, saying “Liar! The house is heated, and as the one person in this room that has touched your little worm tonight, I know for a fact that you’re talking crap - that thing is warm.”

This was a lie. She had noted in her touching of his boyhood that it was clearly cold against her hands.

“Uuuurghhh!” Hayden grumbled in frustration. He began to reach down for the towel at his feet, but Chantelle, still crouched in front of him, spotted his intent and quickly snatched it away, flinging it behind her. Rina picked it up and with Hayden’s momentary distraction, Chantelle also took the opportunity to whisk the cardboard tube out of his hand.

“I don’t think we need this anymore, do you?” she asked with a newfound level of superiority in her voice, waggling the cardboard tube in between her finger and thumb. She tossed the tube behind her, which Rina also collected.

Hayden, despite having already bared all to the girls, now surprisingly began feeling even more vulnerable than before. With no cardboard tube in his hand and no towel to revert to, he suddenly felt compelled to cup his hands over his shrunken privates.

“Rina, please, you got what you wanted, now let me g-” Hayden tried to unconvincingly reason with his sister, but she would have none of it, cutting him off before he even finished.

“No we didn’t, Hayden. We didn’t get what we wanted at all. What we wanted - what you agreed to - was for you to show us two inches of your penis. How much is he showing us, Chantelle?”

Chantelle reached out and tried to pry Hayden’s hands away from his genitals, which Hayden fought valiantly to keep covered. With the other girls eager to continue their photography session, it didn’t take long for Chantelle to be assisted, and soon he had a girl either side of him, holding his hands away from their prize.

Chantelle reached in with the measuring tape in her left hand and gently lifted the head of his penis with the index finger on her right hand, moving it this way and that.

“Nope, this little penis definitely ain’t cold!” she teased, locking eyes with Hayden to secretly convey the message “Wanna try disproving me again?”

The girls all snapped pictures as Chantelle then took his penis in between her finger and thumb, wiggling it and twisting it this way and that while she used her other hand to put the measuring tape in place beside it. It was obvious to everyone there that her manipulations of his penis were unnecessary, but the girls were appreciative of the opportunity to get some happy snaps showcasing some different aspects of his penis, so said nothing. Even Hayden shamefully allowed this to play out, in the hopes that some sensations of the girl playing with his penis would finally bring a bit of length to the thing before the definitive final measurement. He was going insane with worries as to why his penis hadn’t come out of shock yet.

As if anticipating Hayden’s hopes and sensing that too much penis-play would cause him to get excited before they got their minuscule measurement, Rina moved things along, advising “Okay Chantelle, playtime is over - we want a flaccid measurement, not a boner measurement!”

The girls giggled again, and then quietened down as Chantelle took the final reading, the stifled giggles only interrupted by digital camera snapping sounds as they all took a photo of his penis with the measuring tape beside it.

The girls could all see, but Chantelle’s next words somehow came as a shock to the room, as she announced “One and a...”

Giggling overwhelmed her before she could finish. She took a moment to compose herself before trying again, having to look away from the boy’s genitals while she spoke, in order to keep from laughing.

“One and a half inches!”

This announcement hit Hayden harder than a fist to the face.

“He really does still have the same sized penis as when he was six!” Abigail squealed. She was stating something that they were all already thinking, but the very fact seemed so ridiculous and farcical that it did not seem to get old. And for Hayden, somehow hearing the words spoken aloud, and from a cute, younger girl, made it much, much worse.

“Can we really call it a penis? It feels like a penis needs to be a longer thing before it earns that name.” Rina remarked, deliberately stoking the fire.

“I dunno, I’d say it’s peen-ish!” Chantelle responded, before completely losing it at her own joke.

“Wait! Rina said something before that got me thinking - how do we know this isn't his boner?” Teagan asked teasingly, “I mean, it’s sticking straight out! It doesn’t look limp to me!”

The girls laughed with renewed vigor at this theory.

“Pretty sure it’s flaccid, Teags,” Chantelle said, looking up from her spot on the floor, “It seems like it’s just not long enough to dangle downwards. It felt soft to me.”

Hayden cringed at this frank discussion of his privates. When was this torment going to end?

Brylee, who was at Hayden’s left side, holding one of his arms away from him, pounced on a potential opportunity before it was too late. “Chantelle, can you hold his arm for me for a minute? I want to see what it feels like too.”

The other girls eagerly began reserving their place in the proverbial queue.

Hayden gave a reactive tug against his restraints and screamed “No! NO! TOUCHING WAS NOT PART OF THE DEAL, RINA!”

“What deal?” Rina responded, “The deal where we agreed you’d show us two inches of your dick and then you only showed us one and a half inches of your dick? I hope for your sake that’s not a boner, because you need to grow another half an inch before that deal is done.”

Hayden felt like he had been struck by lightning. Did she actually just suggest what he thought she had just suggested?

Still eager to not let her desires be passed by, Brylee chirped up again, “I just want to feel if it is erect or not, you know, since it’s sticking straight out like that.”

“It’s not hard! Chantelle already told you it’s not!” Hayden urgently reasoned.

“I mean, I think it’s flaccid...” Chantelle deliberately second-guessed, getting up to trade places with Brylee. “Maybe everyone better decide for themselves”, she cheekily suggested.

The most convoluted sounds of agreement bounced around the small tiled room.

[CaughtOfLore]

Chapter 17: Rules

With things now rapidly escalating far beyond the humiliation he had tried to brace himself for, Hayden was about to lose it. The complete unfairness of what was happening was becoming too much. He again wrenched and tugged with all his might against his female captors, but the violent jerking of his body only resulted in his little penis jiggling about obscenely. This of course elicited a new round of delighted giggles from the girls, which in turn added another layer to Hayden’s embarrassment and made him even more furious and frustrated.

“DON’T YOU DARE TOUCH ME!” Hayden bellowed, silencing the room. “Don’t ANYONE touch me! You’re already in SO MUCH trouble when Mom and Dad get home and I list off everything you’ve subjected me to tonight - you do NOT want to add physical contact to that list!”

The sudden outburst had shocked the girls into silence, but it was at this point in Hayden’s vitriolic speech that Rina found her words again.

“I think I’ve taken at least fifty photos of your completely naked body on Chantelle’s phone tonight. And I know I haven’t been anywhere near as trigger-happy as the rest of these girls tonight, who I’m sure have each taken far more than that on their phones. That’s a LOT of pictures to keep from getting out, Hayden.”

“Mom and Dad will obviously make you delete them all, idiot!” Hayden snapped.

“You know the cool thing about all these new phones?” Rina shot back, waving Chantelle’s phone at him, “You never have to worry about losing precious memories. All these things have all sorts of automatic online photo storage services built into them, it’s kind of hard to keep track of all of them to be honest!”

Hayden fell silent again. He knew she was right. There was no way he could be sure he’d deleted every instance of every photo taken by the girls, no matter how thorough he and his parents thought they’d been.

The reality hit him.

His entire school was almost definitely going to see these pictures.

He swallowed hard and looked at the patterned tiles on the floor, now too panicked to make eye contact with anyone. Unable to help but notice his own comically shrunken penis out of the bottom of his vision, he had no choice to look back up, opting to focus instead on the calendar hanging on the opposite wall of the room.

“Is... Is there anything I can do to make you all promise to please keep these photos to yourselves?” He pleaded, desperately.

The girls all looked around at each other.

“How about this?” Rina proposed, looking around the group of girls as she spoke, to ensure they all understood, “The girls won’t share the pictures with anyone, or show them to anyone, provided you keep the happenings of tonight a secret too - and that includes not being allowed to mention any of this to Mom and Dad!”

The girls watched Hayden think think through his sister's proposal, to the limited extent that they could without being distracted by the ongoing novelty of exposed boy genitals.

“...Okay,” Hayden finally said quietly, realizing this was realistically the best offer he was going to get, considering the leverage they had. He even began to feel a little relieved that this all felt a lot less out of control than it had a few moments ago.

“Got that girls?” Rina asked the group in a very stern tone, “You keep these photos to yourselves, unless you hear from me that Hayden’s blabbed. Agreed?”

A unified agreement was voiced by the girls.

“Th-thank you,” Hayden stuttered, earnestly.

For a moment, the hum of the refrigerator was the only sound in the room, as the girls took a second to silently relish in the fact that a boy their own age was standing completely naked before their eyes, and now actually thanking them.

“Okay. Good,” Rina resumed, in a lighter tone, “Now I think Brylee, you were about to try and get a feel for whether you think Hayden has a boner, or whether his penis is just sticking out because it’s so tiny...”

“Wait! No! What?” Hayden exclaimed, “I thought-”

“Provided you keep all of the happenings of tonight a secret, the photos will not get out” Rina calmly reiterated.

“But...” Hayden said, before trailing off, realizing the agreement in no way meant his evening of escalating humiliation was over.

“Oh, and I should probably remind you that our other rule from earlier tonight still stands, Hayden,” Rina added, “You need to comply with everything we want you to do, without complaint or hesitation. I’ve been fairly relaxed on all your hesitating so far tonight, but from now on there’ll need to be consequences.”

“Oh god”, Hayden groaned.

“From now on, any time you complain or hesitate against anything we expect you to go along with, we share the photos with another girl outside this group”, Rina warned.

“What? NO! PLEASE!” Hayden shouted.

“Ha! He’s complaining! That’s one already!” Abigail exclaimed, clapping her sleeping bag covered hands in delight, “Oh! Can the first one be Amy?”

The idea that Amy might be shown the photos absolutely terrified him.

Amy Matselli had been in most of the same classes as Hayden since his first year of school, and they had over time developed an overtly flirty sexual tension between them. They would each, for example, make lewd comments about each other’s bodies at the swimming pool, and at school were in a constant battle to try and pants each other. They passed this off as playful, harmless prank-like behavior, but each of them were being driven by their teenage hormones, each wanting to be the one to be able to say “I know what yours looks like but you don’t know what mine looks like!”. As both of them were constantly on guard about this, neither of them had ever succeeded in pantsing the other to where they saw anything, and thus the tension and sexually charged frustration hiding beneath their everyday demeanor continued to bubble and grow unchecked.

If these photos were shared with Amy - if she was suddenly given access to detailed images of his completely naked body without needing the pretense of “Oops, I was just pantsing you as a prank, and I didn’t mean to pull down your underwear as well!” ...That would be... He couldn’t bear to even think about it!

“Wait! No! Please don’t count that!” Hayden begged, “I wasn’t ready! PLEASE!”

“Ohohohohhh!” Abigail guffawed joyously, “That’s another complaint! Two!”

Hayden started to complain again, stopped himself, and then made a panicked, frustrated groaning noise at the ceiling. The ceiling seemed unfazed by this.

Hayden looked back down and pleaded with his eyes to Rina.

“Let’s reset. That was obviously a shock,” Rina said, boasting a broad, amused smile, “No more chances though, Hayden. This is it.”

Hayden wanted to cry, he was so relieved to restart, yet intensely anxious about how easy it would be to stumble again. He closed his eyes and focused on ensuring he didn’t make any further missteps.

“Alright. With the rules now established, we shouldn’t need to hold his hands away from his dick” Rina said, sternly adding “Hayden, no covering up.”

“Okay,” Hayden complied, painstakingly fighting his urges to shield himself as the two girls restraining him released his arms.

“Now, my folks could be back any time,” Rina pointed out, “And when they get back we can go up to my room to continue our fun behind a locked door, but we should really have a plan to get him quickly covered and uncovered while we’re downstairs. Any ideas?”

“Should we just go upstairs now?” Teagan suggested.

“I mean, we could,” Rina said, “But it’ll seem a bit sus to my folks if we’re up there with my door locked when they get home, and they don’t see Hayden for the rest of the night. I think that’s something we do later in the evening, when everyone’s settling in for the night.”

Everyone fell back into thought. The refrigerator filled a moment of silence with that shuddery sound that refrigerators make every now and then.

“I guess we could just chuck him the towel back,” Brylee proposed, “Assuming he has enough time to get it wrapped and secured.”

“Ooh! No, wait, I’ve got a better one!” Chantelle yelled, “His boxer shorts that were thrown into the backyard! The button came off the fly earlier, so if he wears those, it would seem like he’s dressed from a distance, to your parents, but he’d still be exposed most of the time! We could even still hang around downstairs like that because in a worst-case scenario, if they did notice, it’d look to your parents like an unintentional wardrobe malfunction, and nobody could be blamed for that!”

“Ha! Brilliant! That works for me! Hold on, I’ll run and get them!” Rina congratulated her friend on her quick thinking, and handing the stuff she was holding to Abigail, ran off out of the kitchen and into the backyard. Moments later, she was back, holding the black silk boxer shorts in front of her between a thumb and forefinger.

“Tell you what,” she said to her brother, “You keep saying you’re cold, but you should feel these!”

The hefty stain of precum Hayden had unintentionally doused the front of the boxers with, combined with the cold, damp night air, had almost - but not quite - turned parts of his underwear to ice. The girls all reached out to feel them, and each recoiled, giggling as they looked back at Hayden.

“You can retrieve these and put them on when we hear Mom and Dad opening the front door. Until then, let’s keep them on ice!” Rina quipped, opening the freezer and tossing them in, to the amusement of everyone but Hayden.

Brylee impatiently jumped up and down in her sleeping bag. “Ahh! Enough stalling! I wanna touch the penis!” she childishly demanded.

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Chapter 18: Learning

Hayden furrowed his brow in determination and gritted his teeth as Brylee knelt down in front of him and reached her hand out to begin her first physical exploration of the male anatomy. He watched Brylee bring her face right in close, and could see her pupils dilating as they focused in on this new object. This was a new level of shame, actually witnessing this girl’s eyes adjusting to take in all the minutia of detail in his private parts.

The room watched on, silent and still as the girl’s fingers made contact with the boy’s penis.

“Oh wow...” She mused, her voice almost inaudible as she curiously pinched the little organ lightly and felt it’s spongey properties.

She gently raised it from the underside with the tip of her index finger. Then she took it between her thumb and forefinger, turning it to the right, then to the left, and then she let go, causing it to spring tightly back to it’s original state, pointing timidly out toward her. She giggled at this, and looked back at the girls.

“I legit can’t tell if this is hard or not! I can stretch it and move it around, but it springs back to pointing straight out when I let go, so... I don’t...” She trailed off, her fascination as she continued to move the penis this way and that, distracting her from finishing her thoughts.

The girls remained quiet, entranced by Brylee’s manipulations of Hayden’s penis almost as much as she was.

As if the reveal of his penis to the girls wasn’t enough, there was something even harder for Hayden to cope with in this quiet scrutiny and examination. Perhaps it was the look in their eyes. The look that said so openly so many things. Wonderment, curiosity, a hint of superiority, it was all there behind each intense set of wide, gleaming eyes.

Brylee’s fingers traced down and across the skin of his barely-there scrotum. She slowly positioned her finger and thumb either side of the little wrinkled protrusion and started to gently apply pressure.

“C-careful...” Hayden timidly warned, starting to feel a slight discomfort amidst his numbness.

“Sorry, Hayden,” Brylee said, with a genuine sincerity, “I know boys’ balls are tender, I just want to learn exactly how tender they are, and at what point it hurts”. She watched his face unblinking and in an almost clinical manner, as she began to squeeze. Just as she began to make out the feel of the testicles inside, Hayden began to flinch. She continued to lock eyes with him, and then pinched just slightly more...

“Nnnghh!!” Hayden bent forward as the pain shot through him. Brylee released his balls, and the girls giggled.

“Huh, so only that much pressure. Thanks Hayden. It’s just, I’m a girl, I wanted to know,” She reasoned.

Hayden continued to lean forward, breathing heavily and trying to recover.

“Oh man, Hayden,” Teagan said, laughing, “Sorry if it’s not obvious, but you know we’re all going to want to test that too, right?”

“Hrrrhhh...” He grunted in response, knowing he was in no position to refuse.

Hayden was frustrated beyond actual words. Every time he sensed he might be starting to get feeling back in his privates, he coincidentally would happen to have his testicles squeezed, causing all pain receptors to take over any sense of pleasure he might be able to try and harness for growth, and sending his poor genitals back into a coma.

As Hayden regained composure and brought himself upright again, Brylee resumed her playing almost immediately, lightly tracing his corona, as if nothing had just happened. She was thrilled at this completely unhindered access, and was determined to make the most of it while the opportunity was there. With a devilish smile, she looked up at Hayden’s beet red face.

“It must have been exciting for you tonight when you saw me getting stripped. Did you actually end up catching a glimpse of my privates or not?”

“No,” Hayden quietly answered, “I almost saw, but you covered up.”

“Aww, that’s a shame!” She teased, “I bet you’d love to have this kind of access to a girl’s privates, huh? It must feel really unfair to not have an intimate and detailed understanding of what we have down here, when we have such a free-for-all on yours” she remarked, tweaking his tiny pecker for emphasis.

Then she stretched it out again, mimicking the actions he had done in the video from when he was six. “Does it make you sad that tugging on it like this back when you were six didn’t make it grow any bigger?” This set the girls off again.

“Yeah, he can’t be hard right now. Seems too flexible.” Brylee confessed to the group, “Plus, if this was all he had to show when fully erect, his flaccid state would have to be an innie!”

More laughing. Then Teagan spoke up.

“Can I have a go now?” She asked, referencing Hayden like he was an experience rather than an actual human being, “I don’t want to miss out!”

“Good point,” Rina said, “We should move this along to make sure everyone gets to have a play before my parents get back. Once we get through everyone, then we can go back to the first person, and so on, until they get home. Go on, Teags.”

Brylee reluctantly released Hayden’s penis, and made way for Teagan, who wasted no time at all.

“First thing’s first!” she giggled, gently cradling the boy’s testicles. Again, Hayden felt the gradual clamping in on the area and braced for the inevitable pain.

“Ooh! I can feel them in there! They feel like...”

“Aughhh!” Hayden yelled, lurching forward in pain.

“Haha! Whoa!” Teagan laughed, letting go.

“It’s less pressure than you think it’s gonna be, huh?” Brylee chimed in, knowingly.

“Yeah! What a sucky thing to have to live with! I’m so glad I’m a girl!” she responded.

Hunched forward, Hayden was face to face with his genitals again, and bent forward like this, it made his genitals look even more retracted. He could barely even see the tip of his cock peeking out from his pubic hair, his balls lost in the shadows. He quietly suspected that this had probably not gone unnoticed by at least one of the cameras in the room.

And sure enough, as he looked back up and tried to recover, Teagan was crouched before him, phone in hand, grinning excitedly.

“Okay, I’ve got a really funny idea!” She said, lowering her phone for the moment.

Hayden did not like the sound of this, but listened dutifully as he gently returned to standing upright.

“Before I have a fiddle with your little pee pee, I want to shoot a video.”

“I already took some video Teagan,” Brylee said, “You can get a copy of mine.”

“Thanks Brylee, but this is a specific video I want, and I think you’ll all want a copy of it from me when I’m done,” she responded. The girls were intrigued to say the least.

“Before I start recording,” Teagan addressed Hayden, “I’ll just quickly remind you that the rules are that you are not allowed to hesitate in anything we request, and you have to go along with anything we say. Or everything gets shared with Amy. Clear?”

Hayden REALLY did not like the sound of this needing to be reiterated, but nodded in understanding.

Teagan said nothing further, and raised her phone. A sound emanated from it, indicating that a video recording had started.

“Introduce yourself please,” Teagan flatly instructed.

“Uh, I’m Hayden. Bradstone...” Hayden nervously said, absolutely terrified at what was happening but eager to comply, if it meant keeping Amy from seeing any of this.

“And how old are you, Hayden?”

“Fifteen...”

“And what’s this you’re showing us?” Teagan asked, shifting back a little to get both his face and genitals into frame.

“Uhm. This is my... This is my penis,” He replied, hoping this was the answer she was looking for.

“Interesting,” She said, moving in closer and shifting around to show it’s tiny size in greater detail, “And to be clear, this is your fully erect penis, isn’t it?”

Hayden went white. The girls desperately stifled giggles.

Teagan was prompting Hayden with a slow nodding of her head, and a look of warning in her eyes. She panned the camera up to his anxiety-ridden face.

He knew what he was expected to say, and that he was not allowed to hesitate.

“Yeah”, he squeaked.

“And you’re going to show us how you masturbate now, aren’t you?”

Hayden stared at Teagan like a deer caught in headlights.

“Hayden?” Teagan asked again.

“I...” he began, before swallowing hard.

Teagan began to turn back to the rest of the girls.

“Yes!” Hayden almost yelled, desperately, “Yes, please let me show you how I masturbate!”

“Oh, okay!” Teagan responded with a glare that suggested he was skating on very thin ice now. Then, continuing to film with one hand, she brought her free hand up and held her finger and thumb slightly apart, miming with a slow jerking movement how he was to masturbate it.

Hayden lifted his right hand up and held his little nub between a single finger and thumb as directed. The girls all desperately bit their lips, hands and buried their faces in their sleeping bags in an effort to keep from laughing and ruining this incredible video.

Just as he was about to start the embarrassing faux-masturbation, Teagan spoke again.

“Don’t cum though, okay?” Teagan requested.

“O-okay,” Hayden said, unsure now about where she was going with this. She knew he wasn’t really hard - what was her plan here?

“I’m glad you want to show us how you masturbate, but we don’t want you making a mess. So you go ahead and masturbate, but tell me when you’re getting close.”

Hayden was really lost now.

“Okay,” he said.

With all eyes on him, he looked at Teagan and began the humiliating action of slowly masturbating his little boyhood.

And after only four strokes, Teagan mouthed the word “NOW” to him from behind her phone.

Hayden went wide-eyed and began to object, then stopped himself before he made that mistake.

“...I’m close!” He heard himself say as the accompanying shame washed over him.

To the girls, and captured on the video, this was a very genuine looking moment, as the point at which he went to object and then stopped himself read as though he was genuinely close to climax and trying to hold it off.

“Okay, you’d better stop now Hayden. Thanks for that,” Teagan said, ending the video.

The room exploded with a much needed release of suppressed laughter.

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Chapter 19: Ping

“Aaaaahhhh! You’re amazing, Teagan!” Rina laughed, tackling her friend with a big hug.

“I know, I’m an evil mastermind at heart!” She replied, “Now release me from your grip, girl! I want to get some hands-on time with this thing!”

Once more, Hayden was not addressed about any of what had just transpired with him, now back to being treated as though he were a non-sentient exhibit. It was probably for the best, he realized, as he wanted to put what had just happened behind him as quickly as possible, though he knew the little vignette Teagan had just filmed was not a piece of firepower the girls were likely to ever forget they had.

Again, Hayden watched as a girl brought her curious, excited eyes to just inches away from his penis. Teagan stroked her fingers across the top of his little member, from the hole in the tip to where the organ met his body. She wriggled her fingers around in his light dusting of pubes, before gently pinching his penis in her fingers and stretching it out from his body. This action never got old for the girls, refreshing their memories as to the extent of it’s elasticity.

“It must be pretty embarrassing that we’re all getting to know what your penis looks like so thoroughly. And what it feels like.” Teagan said, looking up to watch Hayden’s reaction. Hayden certainly felt the embarrassment her comment was intended to inflict, but the ongoing barrage of humiliation had fatigued his physical reactions somewhat, and at this point, the only visible tell was a very hard and pronounced swallow.

Teagan continued holding his penis outstretched. She pointed at part of the left side of the shaft, twisting it a little so that Hayden could see the area she wanted to bring to his attention.

“All the little details, like this little blue vein here that you can see through the skin, for example. We know about that now. Even when we see you at school with your clothes on, we’ll know these little details, like that little vein there on the side, and we’ll be able to picture you completely naked, in perfectly accurate detail.”

Teagan continued on like this as she felt and played around with his genitals. Hayden wanted so badly to just tune out what she was saying, but knew he needed to be ready for any new instructions they might suddenly throw at him. At this point, he would go to any lengths the girls wanted to ensure their artillery of photos and videos stayed within the circle, and that included abiding by the “no hesitating when a request is made” rule.

Eventually, Rina informed Teagan that her time to explore and play with Hayden had come to an end.

With Rina obviously not interested in touching her own brother’s naked body, everyone except Abigail had now had their turn with Hayden. All eyes naturally turned to Abigail to find out why she hadn’t eagerly stepped forward yet.

Abigail was in the far corner of the room, bundled in her sleeping bag and hunched over a phone screen.

Not her own.

Chantelle’s.

After Chantelle had been designated as the official penis measurer of the group, she had given her phone to Rina to take photos for her. Then, before Rina rushed outside to grab Hayden’s boxer shorts, Rina had handed everything she was holding to Abigail to hang on to, and neither girl had given the phone another thought since.

Chantelle suddenly looked very, very concerned as she recognized her phone in Abigail’s hands, with Abigail tapping away at the screen.

“Abbie? What are you doing? Give me my phone!” She laughed nervously.

“Juuust a sec...” Abigail stalled, prodding at the screen hurriedly a few more times.

Chantelle rushed over to Abigail, an anxiety starting to show in her as she tried to grab the phone. After a few seconds of struggle, Chantelle managed to wrestle the phone from Abigail’s hand. She stood back up, looking at the screen - still unlocked from when Rina had been taking pictures, but with nothing to indicate what Abigail had been doing on it. Her face began to lose it’s color.

“Abigail,” she asked as calmly as she could, still staring at the screen, “What were you doing?”

After a second of tense silence, a “Ping” sound emanated from Abigail’s own phone, somewhere inside her sleeping bag. It was the familiar sound of an email being received.

A second later, the same “Ping” sounded from Brylee’s phone.

Chantelle spun around to Brylee. Brylee tapped on her phone a few times, and then looked up at Abigail and Chantelle in shock. She brought a hand up to cover a growing open-mouthed smile.

“What?” Chantelle demanded, snapping back to Abigail again, “What is it? What did you do?”

“I found some pictures on your phone, Chantelle”, Abigail said quietly, grinning.

“What do you mean? What are you talking about?” Chantelle asked, her tone becoming more frantic.

“Seems you like to take a lot of selfies,” Abigail continued, “At home. By yourself.”

Chantelle turned even more pale.

“OH SHIT!” Brylee reactively shouted in disbelief as she continued to scroll through the attachment of the email - a substantially large collection of extremely graphic self-taken nude images of Chantelle.

Chantelle had now had her biggest fear confirmed. Her face transitioned from white to deep red within seconds as Abigail explained her discovery to the rest of the room.

“Chantelle seems to have a pretty intense fascination with documenting her own body. She’s taken lots of very, very personal photos of herself in all sorts of poses, and doing some very, very naughty things.”

“Oh my god! Are there videos in here too?” Brylee gasped from behind her hand, not taking her eyes off her phone’s display.

“Yup! I didn’t get a chance to look at those, but the files were recorded at around the same times the naughty pictures were taken, so I assumed they had similar content and included them in the attachment”, Abigail responded.

From Brylee’s phone, the sound of a girl breathing heavily and rapidly began playing. The girl was immediately identifiable to everyone in the room as Chantelle. Everyone froze. Brylee, the only one who could see what was happening on the screen, stared wide-eyed in disbelief at what was happening on the glowing rectangle in her hand. Brylee skimmed the video forward, and when playback resumed, the sound of Chantelle’s breathing had escalated to short, sharp, high-pitched vocal squeaks.

“Oh god! TURN IT OFF!!!” Chantelle screamed, lunging horrified at Brylee. 

Brylee quickly withdrew the phone into the confines of her sleeping bag, holding it closed tightly. Chantelle clawed and tugged at the sleeping bag shielding, desperate to stop the sound of the video from being played to the group.

“TURN IT OFF TURN IT OFF TURN IT OFF!” She repeated over and over again, in efforts to drown out the sound.

“Okay! Okay!” Brylee yelled back, fumbling within the bag to make the sound stop.

The room snapped back to silence once again.

A very shaken Chantelle turned to face the group. Her eyes lowered, unable to look at anyone in the room after what they had just heard.

“Please,” she implored, “I don’t know how else I can say that I’m sorry for what happened earlier. I can’t imagine how traumatic it was for both of you. But please, PLEASE delete that email. If any of those got out, you KNOW it would be FAR worse than anything I subjected you to tonight.”

“I can’t speak for Brylee,” Abigail said, “But I’m not going to delete my copy of the email. An apology doesn’t suddenly erase what everyone saw up in Rina’s room tonight. An apology doesn’t erase the humiliation we felt, or the memory we all have of what happened. It’s certainly not going to erase an email.”

The room looked back and forth between Chantelle and Abigail.

“I’ll tell you what though,” Abigail continued, “You can prevent the email from circulating any further.”

“Ohhh please...” Chantelle groaned, sensing, dreading and fearing what was about to happen.

“Hayden, would you mind repeating the rules for the evening?”

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Chapter 20: Shift

“Go along with what you want to do, and do it without hesitation,” Hayden dutifully repeated the rules at Abigail’s request.

“Or...?” Abigail prompted, continuing to fix eyes with Chantelle.

“Or you will share the photos and videos with more people” he concluded.

Abigail shuffled forward, toward the now significantly subdued Chantelle.

“After what you did to us, I’m going to be as ruthless and unforgiving on these rules with you as I intend to be with Hayden”, she said. “So do exactly as I ask, and don’t hesitate. If you comply, you have nothing to worry about. If you don’t, you have a lot to worry about, judging by the sound of that video and what I saw in the pictures I transferred.”

Chantelle could scarcely believe how quickly she had gone from feeling in a position of absolute power to feeling like she was absolutely in someone else’s power. Thinking back at the level of humiliation she had put Abigail and Brylee through earlier, she dreaded to think what they would consider “getting even” with her. What she knew for sure was that she must aim to appease the two girls, regardless of the immediate mortification it might cause her.

Conversely, Abigail was showing a side of herself that even she didn’t know she had. Usually the more childish member of the group of friends, she more or less avoided the spotlight or being drawn into any sort of conflict. But tonight had flipped a switch inside her, which, bolstered by the confidence instilled in her by the leverage she had gained over Chantelle, would be hard to deactivate.

Before Chantelle could ponder her own shift in power any further, Abigail pushed past her and made a beeline for Hayden. Adjusting her sleeping bag, Abigail tightened the opening around her chest just under her armpits, to again free up her arms outside the bag. She then knelt down to Hayden’s side and brought her face in close to Hayden’s privates.

The rest of the room remained speechless. They were still trying to process what had just happened, scarcely able to believe that the two most potentially vulnerable girls in the room were now unequivocally in charge.

Hayden felt the light breath of Abigail against his upper thighs, penis and pubic region. It was the first thing he had been able to feel down there other than pain since his naked reveal had began.

She reached out and cupped the whole thing, penis and testicles, in one hand, encasing it entirely. It was not lost on anyone in the room how much this accentuated how minuscule his privates were. Everything Hayden had to represent his masculinity was now being held and hidden inside the small hand of a young girl.

Abigail curiously shuffled and shifted his unit around in her hand.

And remarkably, Hayden could now feel this happening. It wasn’t a full sensation, but the numbness was definitely giving way to some feeling.

With enough of this, he thought, he would soon begin to grow.

“I want to feel it get hard in my hand” Abigail said, and smiling at Hayden, asked sweetly “Can you make it hard now please?”

Instant panic set in for Hayden. If he didn’t somehow make himself start to get hard within the next few seconds, Abigail would call him out for not obeying, or hesitating. He was certainly going to get there eventually, but he needed it to happen now. So he did the only thing he could think of to move things along.

With a cold rush of shame flooding his entire nervous system, he felt himself starting to hump Abigail’s cupped hand in mortified desperation.

Abigail’s eyes widened.

“Oh my god!” Rina gasped, cupping her hands over her face, “Is he... Is he fucking your hand?!”

Hayden, his face turning a brilliant shade of scarlet, tried his best to ignore the eruption of incredulous reactions from his audience and closed his eyes, continuing to grind his little member into his classmate’s palm.

As amusing and interesting a sensation as this was to Abigail, she reprimanded him amidst giggles.

“Hey! What are you... Stop that!” She said, reaching around and smacking him on the bottom with her free hand, “Nobody told you to do that, naughty boy!”

“S-sorry,” Hayden sheepishly replied, “I just, I was trying to get hard as quickly as possible, so that you wouldn’t call me out for stalling or not doing as I was told.”

“Well that’s good,” Abigail responded, “But I need you to stay perfectly still while you get hard. I can’t feel what your penis is doing while you’re squirming around like that.”

“Sorry,” he said again, “I can do it without moving, but I need a bit more time. I just... need to... get in the zone, that’s all.”

Abigail raised an eyebrow.

“The zone?” she questioned.

“Y-yeah, like, you know... Stimulate myself non-physically.”

“Ohhhhh! Right!” Abigail giggled, “Like, thinking about naked girlies?” She teased.

“Yeah...” He admitted, as if this wasn’t obvious. Teagan, Rina and Brylee giggled at his clear discomfort in discussing his methods.

“He’s probably replaying what happened to you two earlier!” Teagan laughed, gesturing to Brylee and Abigail, who both began blushing profusely.

“You better not be!” Brylee shouted.

“Don’t you dare!” Abigail commanded, before snapping back at Teagan with a “Why would you even give him that idea?” look.

“Right,” Abigail returned to addressing Hayden, “We’re going to need to give you something else for stimulation.”

Abigail turned around again, her hand still cupped over Hayden’s cock and balls.

“Chantelle?” She said devilishly, “Time to strip.”

“What?” Chantelle asked in a tone that suggested she couldn’t understand the request, or at the very least, didn't want to understand the request. Her eyes darted around the room nervously and glanced every set of eyes fixed on her.

“I said, strip, Chantelle,” Abigail repeated, making sure to very clearly enunciate her request. “It means take off your clothes. Now.”

“You’re not hesitating, are you?” Brylee chimed in, overplaying the mock-suspicion in her voice.

Chantelle continued to look around the room in an increasingly panicked state, pleading with her eyes for someone to help her escape from this moment. It was clear nobody had the means to do so, even if they had wanted to.

She wanted to run. She knew that unlike Hayden, if she tried to run from the room, it was likely nobody would try to stop her, and it wasn't likely that anybody here would strip her by force. But even if she ran, even if she escaped this harrowing moment, she knew what that would mean. It would mean someone else would be sent the photos and videos of her.

Chantelle had no way of knowing how far back, or how deep Abigail had delved into her phone's library. All she knew is that Abigail potentially had thousands of photos, and hours of footage that spanned several years of her physical development. At the very least, the one video she knew they had was from about eight months ago, and was a particularly revealing adventure involving her hairbrush. And if they had that, they likely also had some other eye-opening videos from around that time, such as the discovery of an exciting use for the motorized end of her vibrating toothbrush. Just to name one of many filmed experiments. She wasn’t entirely sure why she felt the compulsion to record herself and take photos documenting her sexual escapades. Something about it made her masturbation and the feeling surrounding her sexuality all the more intense, and it had become a sort of addictive behavior. Something that she now realized was a massive problem for her in anyone else’s hands.

“Right! Who should we send them to?” Brylee said, jolting Chantelle out of her moment of reflection with all the subtlety of a catapult.

“No! Please! I’ll... Oh god... I’ll do it! Please Brylee! I’m doing it! Look!” Chantelle insisted, lifting her Hello Kitty shirt inside-out over her head as quickly as she could.

Happy to see that Chantelle had gotten the idea, Brylee decided not to pursue sending the email on to someone else. Her interest had now been piqued to see how far Chantelle would go to keep the email contained, and she watched on, a silent but intense grin plastered across her face.

Hayden’s eyes locked on to the girl taking her clothing off. The familiar pink and white striped training bra which tightly hugged her chest came into full view, and Hayden could not take his eyes off it.

Chantelle meanwhile, fought to keep herself from thinking about what she was doing. “I’m just taking off my shirt. It’s fine,” she thought, “This is just like taking off my shirt to reveal a bikini top at the beach. Now for the shorts...”

Chantelle’s fingers hesitated at the waistband of her white matching Hello Kitty boxer shorts. But she knew she had to keep going, and before Abigail or Brylee could say anything, she resumed, hooking her fingers under the silk covered elastic. She closed her eyes, scrunched up her face and slowly, shakily forced herself to slide them down to her knees before letting go of them and allowing them to fall the rest of the way to the floor. She opened her eyes and stared at them on the floor. They seemed miles away from her now. She timidly stepped out of them.

Brylee shuffled toward Chantelle. Chantelle could only watch and emit an anxious squeak as Brylee scooped up her outer attire from the floor and began tucking it away inside her sleeping bag outfit.

“Wait!” Chantelle yelped, “Please keep those out! I’ll need to have quick access to them in case Rina’s parents get back!”

Brylee paused. She had a point - there wouldn’t be time for Brylee to fish around in her sleeping bag to retrieve them if and when they heard Rina’s parents arriving home.

“Throw them in the freezer with Hayden’s boxers” Abigail suggested.

And into the freezer they went.

Almost unwilling to blink, Hayden could not take his eyes off Chantelle. This girl who was holding so much over him earlier, was now standing in her underwear before him, an arm across her chest and the other trying to shield her pale aqua panties from his view. Her body was going to be completely exposed to him in mere moments. And his own privates, finally, began to wake up to this fact. He could feel blood rushing to his genitals.

Abigail could feel this too.