tim409 wrote: Thu Aug 22, 2024 11:34 am
I was talking about the leash! I was meaning his penis
Lola, you mean the leash should be around his penis? That would certainly work but it would be far more effective for girls to control any male is the leash was around his balls. One good YANK and any girl would know why they say if you have him by his balls, he will follow (or obey) you Maybe girls should be taught how to do that in girls gym classes because most males do not accept that girls are our superiors yet.
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Yhea that's the point! If you tie a leash around a penis when it's soft it would become tighter and tighter when the penis get hard ahahah. Do you accept girls are superior or do you need a leash around your balls?
Anyway let's see what's gonna happen. I think it would be good to end the Halloween night and start with a new beginning. Maybe Kevin get "Mowgli" as a new nick name and... Mowgli should wear nothing but a lion cloth!
Yhea that's the point! If you tie a leash around a penis when it's soft it would become tighter and tighter when the penis get hard ahahah. Do you accept girls are superior or do you need a leash around your balls?
Why not BOTH Lola?
"Mowgli should wear nothing but a lion cloth!" Do you need those last four words? The first four words should be enough.
The photo session only lasted about five minutes, but it seemed like forever. Penny had her phone out, and so did Latitia. They were photographing me from every angle. They did pictures of my face and chest, with those stupid bindi dots on my nipples, and pictures of my stomach with that plastic jewel stuck in my bellybutton, and close-ups--many close-ups—of my penis and testicles. A few of the penis pictures had girls’ fingers in them, holding it up by the tip, so that my testicles were on display. And of course, that silly red ribbon was still tied around the base. I never felt so self-conscious in my life.
Just at that moment, Carrie came up. She wasn’t in costume, just jeans and a tee shirt. She was carrying a stick, about three feet long, tapping it on the ground.
“Hey Carrie!” they shouted. “Look what we did to Kevin!”
Carrie extended the stick out and slipped it under my penis. She chuckled as she held up my penis to expose my testicles.
“It looks as cute as it did before,” she remarked. “I like the little ridge around the tip.” She lifted my penis with the stick so everyone could see.
“I think you mean circumcised,,” corrected Elizabeth.
“Whatever.” As Carrie continued to prod me with the stick, I squirmed. “Cut it out!” I yelped. “That hurts!”
“Quiet!” Elizabeth snapped, and reached the wand behind me. She zapped by butt cheek. “I told you not to talk!” She zapped me two more times.
“I like how his little penis wiggles when he jumps.” Lindsay observed.
Elizabeth zapped me three or four times on my butt. Each time I lurched, and the girls laughed.
When they got bored with that, they decided to continue the trick-or-treating. Several of them untied my hands and feet.
“Are you going to be a good boy for us, Kevin?” Elizabeth asked, in a syrupy-sweet voice.
“I hate this!” I muttered.
“Kevin!” Elizabeth’s voice was suddenly sharp. I felt the wand stinging my butt cheek. I flinched.
“Let’s try that again, now. Are you going to be a good little Mowgli? Or do I have to punish you some more?”
“I’ll be good,” I sighed.
Elizabeth nodded. “Then we’re going to put your little loincloth back on you. After all,” she continued, “we can’t have you going up to the doors of the houses with your little peenie-weenie sticking out, now, can we?”
I was grateful to feel Lani’s fingers sliding the loincloth back under the sash and through my crotch. Her fingers brushed against my testicles as she slipped the cloth between my legs and over my penis. Elizabeth caught it, then slipped it through the front of the sash.
The girls were all watching me, including the little girls, who wanted to see what would happen next. They were tittering.
Lani pointed toward a light stucco house with shrubs in front. “You go there next.” She handed me the pumpkin bucket.
As I walked slowly up the walkway, I could hear Lani and Elizabeth and Lindsay and Penny humming the “Trust in Me” melody.
It was a one-story ranch house with a long porch. As I walked up to the door, I could feel the back of my loincloth being pulled gently. I turned around. I couldn’t see the girls, but I could hear them behind some shrubbery. I could just make out the leash trailing up to the end of my loincloth.
The door opened. A guy looked out at me. He was young, maybe in his late twenties. I held up my little plastic pumpkin.
“Trick or treat,” I announced.
He looked at me and suddenly burst out laughing. “O my God, Kid!” he laughed. “Do you have any idea how dorky you look in that costume?” He was having trouble catching his breath. “Kid, you look like a total idiot!”
My face was turning red. I kept holding the plastic pumpkin.
“You must feel like a complete jackass, wandering around the street in that little loincloth, showing everyone your scrawny little body!” He reached back inside the door and grabbed a candy bar. Still guffawing, he stuck it in my pumpkin. “My God, you are the stupidest looking kid I ever saw! Damn!” He shut the door.
I turned around and headed off the porch. I heard “Trust in Me” being hummed from behind the shrubs.
As I reached the front sidewalk, the girls all gathered around me. Emily reached into my pumpkin and grabbed the candy bar. She started unwrapping it. She broke it in half and gave half to Lani.
Elizabeth looked inside the pumpkin. “Well, Mowgli,” she drawled, “I see you don’t have any candy yet.” She slipped the wand under my penis so that the tip of the wand was just touching the top of my testicles. “Are you going to get us some candy, or not?” She zapped the wand. It really stung, and I yelped.
“He better get us some candy,” Lani remarked, grinning.
“Oh, he will,” Elizabeth chuckled. “If he doesn’t, the next zap will be right here.” And she touched the tip of my penis with the tip of the wand. I shuddered.
“This looks like a good house,” Lani, said, pointing. The house was of red brick, two stories, again with a long front porch partly hidden by shrubbery. “Why don’t we send him to this house?”
“I bet they have good candy,” grinned Elizabeth.
As I approached the house, I could hear the “Trust in Me” being hummed again from behind the shrubs. I felt a gentle tug from the leash, just enough to remind me that the girls could expose me whenever they wanted.
I rang the doorbell. The front door opened.
There was Anna Blake.
I should explain that Anna was a girl I’d known, up until about a year ago. She had been in my Sunday-school class at my church. She and I had a lot of fun in class. She had been a serious girl, but when she and I started goofing around in class, we were having a great time. And she was pretty, in a cute sort of way. But then her Mom and Dad decided to change churches. That was about a year ago, and I hadn’t seen her since.
Now, there she stood in the doorway, wearing jeans and a pink shirt. “Kevin!” she gasped. I felt her eyes take in my skimpy costume, complete with all the bindis and the jewel.
“Trick or treat,” I said weakly, holding up the pumpkin. I didn’t think I could possibly feel more embarrassed.
But I did. For, at that moment, I felt my loincloth being pulled off the back of my body. A second later, I was standing in front of Anna with my penis and testicles hanging out. I wanted to die on the spot.
. . . . . . . . . . . .
She slipped the wand under my penis so that the tip of the wand was just touching the top of my testicles. “Are you going to get us some candy, or not?” She zapped the wand. It really stung, and I yelped.
Nice touch with that shocked cock and a plus that she shocked his nuts too.
“He better get us some candy,” Lani remarked, grinning.
“Oh, he will,” Elizabeth chuckled. “If he doesn’t, the next zap will be right here.” And she touched the tip of my penis with the tip of the wand. I shuddered.
Since the tip is so sensitive, that will be a sight to see. I am sure all the girls will love to see the tip of his cock get sapped. Does the wand have a high setting to get his prick good?
.
But I did. For, at that moment, I felt my loincloth being pulled off the back of my body. A second later, I was standing in front of Anna with my penis and testicles hanging out. I wanted to die on the spot.
. . . . . . . . . . . .
I am so glad the girls have gotten their male naked again and in front of a girl he use to know. Hopefully more girls will see him and will learn how to control males from these girls.
There I was, on Anna Blake’s front porch, with Anna in the doorway. She was staring at my penis and my testicles, which were hanging helplessly in my crotch.
“Kevin!” she gasped. “What . . .?”
I dropped my plastic pumpkin and held both my hands in front of my boy-parts. As I did, Anna looked up at me, then looked out at the lawn. Her eyes were following my red loincloth as it slid across the grass and into the shrubbery.
Anna grabbed my wrist. “Quick, Kevin!” she hissed. “Come inside!”
That was the last thing I expected. I just stood there, until I felt her fingers gripping my hand, pulling me. “C’mon, Kevin!” Without thinking, I allowed myself to be pulled inside the house. Anna quickly shut the door behind me.
I’d never been in Anna’s living room before, but it was about what I might have expected. A couch, a couple of chairs, a coffee table. A desk along one side. A flat-screen TV on a wall.
“Dad’s in Detroit, and Mom’s at a church meeting,” Anna informed me. “She’ll be there for about another hour.” She led me into the room and put her hand on my bare back, guiding me to the couch. Then she looked me in the face.
“Let me guess,” she grinned wryly. “Elizabeth Wells. Right?”
I nodded.
Anna sighed. “Kevin, I really wish you wouldn’t hang around with Elizabeth and Lani and that whole crowd of girls.”
“I couldn’t help it,” I tried to explain. “They were making me trick-or-treat. They dressed me like Mowgli, you know, from the Jungle Book . . .” Anna nodded, and I continued, “and they made me go up to houses and beg for candy. If I didn’t, they shocked me.”
“Shocked you?”
“Yes. Elizabeth had this magic wand thing, and whenever she touched me it gave me an electric shock.”
I was still standing in front of the couch. Anna put her hands on my waist and turned me around, and studied my bare butt. I could feel her hand starting to stroke my butt cheek.
“Is that what all these little red dots are on your bottom? Is that where she shocked you?”
I nodded.
“Oh, poor Kevin!” Her hand was petting my butt cheek gently. “Oh, your poor little fanny! This must have hurt!” She turned me back around. “Can you sit down?”
I nodded.
Her slender hands guided me down so I was slumped on the couch. She was kneeling in front of me. I still had my hands covering my crotch area.
“Those awful girls!” Anna lamented, stroking her fingers across my bare chest. “Look at all the things they did to you, to make fun of your poor body!” She touched the bindi on one of my nipples. “I bet these must itch,” she shook her head.
“Yeah, they do.”
“Well, let’s get them off of you.” Anna licked her finger, then rubbed her wet fingertip across my nipple. Immediately the bindi started to peel off, leaving my nipple bare. She repeated the process on the other side. Each time, once she’d removed the sticker, she dabbed my nipple gently. It made me tingle.
“I wish you wouldn’t hang around with those girls,” Anna shook her head. “They make you feel humiliated of your body. They do all kinds of things to you—they play with your body, and put stickers on your nipples, and stones in your belly button, and they make fun of your body. They dress you up in a skimpy costume, and make you walk around the neighborhood almost naked. They tie a red ribbon around your you-know-what. And they make fun of your body.”
Anna’s fingers had slipped down to my belly. She gently pulled the end of the sash and untied it from my hips. Here I was, almost naked, and yet I felt like she was undressing me.
“And let’s get rid of this,” she said, touching my bellybutton. Her fingertip slid gently into the edge of my bellybutton and pried out the plastic jewel from inside. Anna looked at it, then sniffed indignantly, and tossed it over her shoulder. Her finger gently caressed my bellybutton.
She smiled up at me. “I like your belly button, Kevin,” she purred.
She ran her fingers gently across my bare stomach. “And just one more thing,” she nodded, looking at my crotch.
I was still hiding my crotch with my hands. Now Anna took my wrists in her fingers and gently but firmly began to lift my hands out of her way, giving her access to my private parts
“Come on, Kevin,” she coaxed. “You have to let me take that little ribbon off your penis.” When I resisted she shook her head back and forth. “Now, Kevin! Are you embarrassed to show me your penis?”
"I . . .I guess so."
Her fingers gripped just a bit harder. “C’mon, Kevin! Are you embarrassed of your penis?” She pulled my hands completely away, baring my penis to her view.
“You shouldn’t be ashamed of your penis, Kevin.”
Her fingers touched me as they grasped both ends of the ribbon and gently pulled it apart. She removed the ribbon from my penis and set it aside.
Now I could feel Anna’s fingers holding my bare penis.
“See, Kevin?” she said gently. “You shouldn’t be ashamed of your penis. You actually have a very nice penis.”
Her fingers started to slide gently up and down my penis. It felt good.
“Look how nice and strong your penis is getting, Kevin,” Anna continued. “I think you have a fine penis. You shouldn’t be ashamed. You should be proud of your penis.”
Then her fingers stopped moving, and came to rest at the base of the shaft. She looked at me, her eyes wide.
“Kevin, someday, I hope that I have a chance to feel your penis inside me.” Her eyes widened. “Would you like that?”
I nodded. “Yes,” I whispered.
“I would like it too. Of course, I’m too young right now,” she lowered her eyes modestly, “but, when we get a little older . . .”
I nodded again.
“When we get older, will you promise to slip your penis inside me? And fill me up with your love-juice?”
I nodded yet again. “Yes. I will. I promise.”
Anna suddenly stood up. "Right now we have to get you home.” She patted my thigh. “Stay right there, Kevin. I have to go get something.”
She ran out of the room, and came back in a minute with some clothing. “These belonged to my brother Keith when he was in high school. The shirt might be big, but the pants should fit you.” She handed them to me. “Here, try them on.”
Anna handed me a red sweatshirt, which was, in fact, just a little big on me. The black sweatpants fit pretty well. There was also a pair of black flip-flops that fit me pretty well.
“Anna, I--I don’t know how to thank you,” I stuttered.
She smiled at me. “Kevin, back when we were in that Sunday School class, I always felt out of place. No one talked to me or anything. You were the one person who wasn’t afraid to be my friend. I found myself looking forward to that class, just to see you each week.” She put her hand on my shoulder, stood up on tiptoe, and kissed me on the cheek. “I’m just glad I can help you.”
She took my hand and let me into the kitchen. “They might be out in front waiting for you. So go out the back door. It leads to an alley behind the houses. You can get over to Grant Street that way.”
“What about these clothes?” I asked.
She patted my hand. “You can keep them. No one around here wears them, so no one will miss them.” She opened the door. “Well, I guess you better get going, Kevin.”
Five minutes later I was walking briskly down Grant Street toward my house. I was completely clothed, and feeling a lot more confident than I had all evening. As I came near the intersection with Locust Street, a car came up behind me, pulled to the side of the street, and stopped next to me.
I looked. A squad car!
A uniformed policeman came around the car and stopped in front of me.
“Do you live around here, son?” he asked.
“Yeah. Am I in trouble?”
“No, not at all. We got some phone calls about a kid who was almost naked going up on porches and trick-or-treating,” he explained. “Have you seen this kid? Or do you know who he is?”
I started to shake my head no, but then I had a bright idea.
“Yeah, I saw him,” I said. “Over on Maple Street.”
“Do you know who he is?”
“No, but I saw him,” I nodded. “He was with a bunch of girls. They were prodding him with a stick or something and making him jump and yelp. It was like they were torturing him. And they had a rope tied up to him, like a leash.” The patrolman listened as I went on. “They would poke him with that stick, and make him go up on porches like he was trick-or-treating or something.”
“What did these girls look like?”
“They were all dressed like Disney characters. Like, Pocahontas, and Ariel, and Princess Jasmine.”
The patrolman had taken out a notebook and was making notes. He looked up at me. “Where did you see them last?”
“Over on Maple Street. They were going, like, toward Prospect.”
“Okay, son. This looks like something different than what we originally thought. We’ll check this out.” He gave me a businesslike nod. “And thanks for your help.”
The patrol car drove off, and I headed on home.
. . . . . . . . . . . . .
The rest of the story is pretty much a matter of wrapping up loose ends. I got home and got up to my room before Mom could see that I was wearing unfamiliar clothes. By the time she saw me, I was in my PJs and obviously getting ready for bed.
I did have a close moment the next afternoon after school. I’d just gotten home, before Mom did, and the doorbell rang. I answered it.
It was Elizabeth. “Hi, Kevin. Sorry we lost you last night.”
I just said “Yeah.”
She handed me a plastic bag. “Here’s your clothes from last night.”
“Yeah, thanks.” I was being really short.
“What happened to you? When we got to Blake’s house? It looked like you went inside.”
“Yeah,” I grunted.
“Isn’t that where that girl lives? That Anna, that used to go to our school?”
I almost said another “Yeah,” but caught myself. “I dunno.” I said. I didn’t want to set Anna up as a target.
"Hey, Kevin," Elizabeth asked. "Did you run into a policeman last night?"
"No. Why?"
"Just wondering. There was a police car following us for awhile after you left us. We just wondered . . ."
"Wondered what?" I was smirking inside.
"Oh, never mind." Elizabeth shrugged. "Well, anyway, Kevin, there’s your clothes.” She turned and started to leave, but then turned back. “by the way, Lindsay is gonna be having a Christmas party in December. I want you to come.”
“No.”
“No? Why not?”
“Don’t want to.” I said. I almost said “No, I don’t want to endure another evening of humiliation, body-shaming, and molestation.” But I didn’t.
“Okay, Kevin,” she fluttered her eyes at me, “but you know, we did get some really good pictures of you last night. It would be too bad if they got shown all over school.” She grinned maliciously.
“Oh, fine. I’ll come.” What the hell, I thought. I’ve got until December to figure out how to get out of this.
So I thought. If only I'd known then what that Christmas party was going to be like!
. . . . .
Oh, one more thing. Eleven days later, what should show up in the mail? A package addressed to me, from the Sky-Rite Costume Company of Hackensack, New Jersey.
So, if you know anyone who wants a real cool youth-sized Darth Vader costume, I can let you have it for cheap. Never been worn.
