Necrofantasy_New December 11

[Trundle]

Feels like we're about to enter a totally different part of the story for Timothy what with it being 6 months after the previous embarrassment.

Be interesting to see if anything can top that for humiliation! Excited to see what TeenFan has planned.

[TeenFan]

Necrofantasy
Chapter 20. Table Talk


As birthday parties go, the one Timothy has at his uncle's ranch starts off as mostly a ho-hum affair. The food was ordinary country fare,
barbecue chicken and sausage, potato salad, macaroni salad, watermelon and cantaloupe salad, pinto beans. The sausage was spicy n hot with little chunks of jalapeno peppers inside. Tim was sweating after three bites.

"Where's the greens, the vegetables?" Tim's mom asked when she saw the buffet style layout on the kitchen counters.

"The cows eat the greens. We eat the cows and chickens," Uncle Benjamin replied.

Timothy was amazed at how much food his cousin Jack could put away. Though the kid is much taller, his waist size couldn't have been much
bigger around than Tim's waist. Jack ate three pieces of chicken and two sausage links. The only interesting thing that happened was when
Jill wondered, out loud at the table she said it, if jack was bigger than the prodigious links of pork sausage on the platter.

"Even without a casing, my boy can beat this," Aunt Doreen then laughs as she stabs a sausage with her fork, then holds it up for everyone to
observe the length and curvature of the deep red hunk of meat.

Tim finds it amazing how so many members of that family openly comment and joke on how big a dick Jack has. Even Jack's momma is proud
of it and brags about it at the dinner table.

"You know...if this economy continues to suck, I might just have to advertise that our young stud is in the business of entertaining rich old ladies.
There must be some who would love to have a fling with a country boy who knows how to please," and even Uncle Benjamin gets in the act.

Little Cousin Bonnie, who is ten years old, looks somewhat confused. "What can Jack do to entertain old ladies?"

Just about everyone at the table laughs, except for Timothy. Even the eleven year old Wynona seemed to have an understanding of how funny
it would be to imagine the lean, hunky, handsome Jack being hired out to save financially well off women from the boredom and drudgery
of their daily lives.

"I'll show em how to do the "Boot Scoot Boogie", Jack says, and this starts up another round of laughter. "Let's make it a pajama party...I'll
only wear my Long Johns," and this got Mrs. Tuttle snorting uncontrollably and Jill nearly fell out of her chair.

"Speaking of pajamas, I brought along our photo album. It has lots of photos of Timmy as he grew up over the last couple years. I put it on
the table by the sofa. Will you please bring it over here dear sonny boy." Mrs. Tuttle points to the large paged brown photo album on the
table on the other side of the room.

With great reluctance Tim got up from his seat at the table. His birthday party, which had been going okay, had just turned 180 degrees and
was headed south toward the pits of hell. He knew what was in that photo album, and he didn't want anybody to see it.

The first quarter of the album was innocent enough, if you consider lots of shots of a boy playing in his underwear to be innocent, which most
people do. But when it got to the pictures of bath time, the relatives got quiet. First was a shot of Tim standing up in the tub with a huge
hairdo of soap suds, and Tim looks like he's around nine years old. Still a cute and innocent type photo. Only the two youngest girls, Wynona
and Bonnie thought to giggle. The next bath photo shows Tim standing in the bedroom, and the only thing he has on is the towel wrapped
around his head like a turban. Tim looks a little older in that one, mabe eleven years old? The happy and innocent face from the nine year
old photo now shows a boy who no longer is at ease with being photographed naked. The face of the elven year old Tim shows signs of
rebellion, of distrust.

It was the fourth, or was it the fifth page of bath time photos that got a "Oh My" from Aunt Doreen. It was a photo of when Tim got his bath
for his 13th birthday. Mrs. Tuttle had this one blown up to an 8x10 size enlargement, the better to show off the enlarged penis the embarrassed
but very clean birthday boy has. It was taken when Tim's mom was measuring her son's erection and the thumbnail of mom's hand points to the
5.5 inch mark on the ruler. The look on Tim's face is utter despair, a look of betrayal, while mom looks thrilled and completely oblivious
to the torment her son exhibits. With mom being in the photo, obviously it was Cousin Janie who snapped the shot from her phone. Then
after Mrs. Tuttle got sent the photo, she used a friend's color printer to have an enlargement made.

Now the embarrassment is returned with double and triple effect. A whole set of relatives, the ones he only gets to see every few years, is
ogling and gawking over his naked body. Tim's mom beams with pride as she shows off her pride and joy. Cousins Jack and Jill are both grinning
like country bumpkins at a pie eating contest. And most humiliating of all is seeing the excited looks on the faces of the two younger cousins.
Bonnie and Wynona look like they just saw the giant rabbit from "Alice in Wonderland". Tim could just crawl into a rabbit hole and keep on
digging. Would being bitten by a rattlesnake be too bad a way to die?

"LIttle Timmy has quite the set of tools for the trade," Aunt Doreen says. "This was when he was thirteen? My goodness, how he's grown since
then. That reminds me...we haven't taken any photographs. Jack, go get that old 35 mm camera your grandpa gave you. We need to get some
updates to put in Timmy's photo album."

[Themarble]

Wow! A new set of photos for the album? Perhaps they will make him recreate that exact photo, one could hope!

Perhaps the boy will be so overwhelmed that he may pass out during? Perhaps going into his "dead" phase!

[Jeepman89]

New photographs? THis should be good.

[TeenFan]

Necrofantasy
Chapter 21. Washing Up After Dinner?


Quite a number of times growing up, Timothy had to take a bath to get cleaned up right before dinner. Never once did it become necessary
to take a bath the moment the unwashed plates were yanked off of the table.

It was Aunt Doreen's idea, to do a replication of Tim's traditional birthday bath, but doing it from on old-timey perspective.

Right after Jack came back into the dining room with the camera, he was sent out again to round up grandma's old wooden bathtub. While this
was done, Aunt Doreen explained how baths were done years ago.

"There wasn't any plumbing in a bathroom in this house until the 1970s. During the summertime the boys would get all hot and dirty working
on the hay cutting or the cow punching. At the end of the day they would strip off their jeans and shirts and whatever else they might have on.
They would hang the clothes up on the wooden fence of the corral. The cow's water trough is fed by a pipe connected to the water well.
A motor keeps the water flowing in the trough, but a hose attachment can be used to fill up a wooden people's bath. The wooden tub is big
enough for two ranch hands to get in and scrub down. Come on, I'll show ya."

As the family group steps outside into the backyard area, Tim can see Jack rolling the large wooden tub he had just gotten out of the barn.
The tub is rolled over to the cattle trough. This trough looks eerily like a coffin, rectangular, about six feet long, and made of concrete. The
water in the trough looks like swamp water, greenish-gray with bits of foamy crud floating on top. It's amazing how cows can survive drinking
such filthy water.

As the family gathers around, Jack hooks up the green water hose attachment to the water outflow. He pushes a button on the motor. Water
begins to flow from the hose and the tub begins to fill. Fortunately, the water looks clear and clean, but is it really safe?

"What did granny do during the winter," little Bonnie asks. "It too cold to bathe outside."

"That's when the tub would sit in the kitchen. Granny had to heat water on the stove to pour into the tub. Then some unheated water is added
to finish filling it. Everyone would take turns taking a bath in the kitchen."

Tim watches with great trepidation, as the water level in the old wooden tub rises. "Isn't this exciting. A real old fashioned country bath" his
mom says as she stands next to him, but Tim is not impressed or excited. Jack leaves the final touches of the bath setup to Aunt Doreen, and
he goes back to handling the camera.

The camera is of the KODAK brand, one that comes with a large bag to hold the various lens attachments. As Tim watches, Jack finds a roll
of 35 mm film tucked into a side pocket of the case. Jack expertly opens up the back of the camera, and he loads the roll of film into it.
To make the scene look even better, Jill had gone down to the pasture, and she was bringing up several cows to put into the corral. The final
touch was when Uncle Benjamin steps out of the barn with an old worn out cowboy had that looked leathery and weather beaten.

The water has risen to half full in the tub. Aunt Doreen pours some liquid soap from a bottle into the tub. In short order there is a layer
of bubbly suds all across the surface of the water. "Okay, that is it. I see Jack found the old scrub brushes too. The one with the long handle will look perfect for the pictures."

The green hose is removed and everyone gathers around the tub. Down inside it all one can see is the white bubbles.

"Take those clothes off and get in Timmy," Mrs. Tuttle says, and she slaps her son on the behind to get him in gear.

Everyone is smiling, and the two youngest girls are laughing, when Tim begins to take his clothes off. First the shoes are placed next to a fence
post, the socks placed into the shoes. Then Tim takes off his shirt.

"Do we really have to do this? Am I the only one to get into the tub? Can Jack get in too?"

"Jack is running the camera. Now hurry up. Get those jeans off. Hang everything up neatly on the corral fence. The clothes need to be in
the shot."

Tim can feel his face blushing. He can already feel the breeze blowing past the uncovered parts of his body, cooling the armpits and back of
his neck. Immediately a number of flies begins to buzz around. That is a constant in the country...the continuous flybys of all those flies. They
land on you and you have to swat at them. If left alone one can actually feel little nibbles taking place as the flies, attracted to sweat and salt
go to work on one's bare skin.

Jack places his shirt and jeans on the middle beam of the corral fence. He steps back over to the water tub. He's about to get into the tub,
had lifted up a leg to step into it, when his mother gently yanks him back. What happens next is another gentle yank, the yanking down of his
boxers.

Wynona and Bonnie do their tried n true hog calling. "Sooooweeee", and other family members chuckle as they see the bared side view, or
frontal view of their most dearly loved Timmy Tuttle. Timothy is at first shocked into paralysis as he feels his boxers slide down his legs. He
looks down to verify that is what actually happened. Directly across from him, on the other side of the wooden tub, Jill stands in between the
two younger cousins. For a long second or two, everyone got a full glimpse of Tim's total package, then Tim hops over the side of the tub to
sit down in the water.

Freaking crapola that water is cold!

[TeenFan]

Necrofantasy
Chapter 22. Cleanest Cowboy


The family is gathered round the round wooden tub, and Timothy is seated in the bubbly but cold water, and the Birthday Photo Shoot
is about to commence. Jack is looking around to check on the levels and direction of sunlight. "Hey, look at that. We have some real dark skies over that direction."

Everyone turns to look over to the west, where the distant horizon has turned ominously darker. There are definite signs a major storm
is in the area.

"I wonder if that storm is headed our way. We sure do need the rain," and Uncle Benjamin put up his hands together in a praying pose.

The family group moves away from the tub, moves to stand next to Jack. The last relative to move back is Uncle Benjamin. He stepped
back after placing the old cowboy hat on top of Tim's head. Cousin Jill says Tim looks like a real cowboy. Tim feels like an idiot.

After a few solo shots, mainly to get the angles right for where the sun is shining, the three other cousins swoop in with brushes and a round
metal tin of saddle soap found in the barn. The stuff is made with lye, beeswax, and neatsfoot oil. The little girls opened the lid, rubbed their
horsehair bristle brush onto the creamy white soap, then rubbed the brushes all over Tim's chest, arms and shoulders. Jill raised up first
the right arm and then the left arm, as she scrubbed the pits good n clean. Jack takes photos of everything, saying he's trying to get the
tub and scrubbers in the shot, along with the clothes on the fence and the cows in the corral and get it all into the frame.

Each scrape of the bristle brushes is a pain on the skin. Each glance at the grinning faces of his family a punishment to his pride. What can
a boy do after he's been stripped with nothing left to hide?

Not only Jack, but each adult relative has to yell at Timothy to hold still and not move when the shots are being taken.

"Hold the damn pose will ya" says Uncle Benjamin.
"Will you smile more" says Tim's mom.
"He sure won't ever forget this visit," Aunt Doreen correctly predicts.

"Tell them to stop scrubbing so hard," Tim gripes but gets no help.

"This is so fun, but can I rub his tummy with my hands now?" Cousin Bonnie wants to know.

"Somebody yank his legs up and scrub the bottoms of his feet. That will make a great shot," Mrs. Tuttle requests, which is taken up on by
Cousin Jill.

"He'll be the cleanest cowboy west of the Pecos River," Aunt Doreen proudly announces, and Tim has no idea where the Pecos River happens
to be.

Tim's body may be cleaner, but he sort of wished it was a lot dirtier. He even began to fantasize about drowning in that cow drinking trough, the
one that is shaped like a coffin. Timothy considers a dirty, disgusting, pond scum filled watery grave to be preferable to this birthday bash.

When Aunt Doreen wasn't looking, Cousin Wynona slipped her hand all the way under the water, just below the belly button. Bonnie followed
suit and Jack shot a picture of the two young girls smiling devilishly as each has a hand in a particularly interesting location. All Timothy can
do is grip the sides of the wooden tub with his hands, griping hard as he fights the urge to pop a full hardon, all while his two younger cousins
each has a grip on his dick. Their little hands are small enough that both could grab hold. The feel of their hands holding his hardon is
really the only delightful thing during this dastardly despicable disaster of a birthday.

When Aunt Doreen looks back, and sees her two daughters fishing deep in the water between Tim's knees, she says, "You girls keep your hands
where I can see them."

The two younger girls pulled their hands upward, but not very far from the water. Together they tickle Timothy's sides, causing him to squirm.
Many of the suds have disappeared by this time, and the moving around has something breaking the surface, something looking round and
pink.

"Is there a cockfish in that there watering hole?" Uncle Benjamin is such a clown, and his jokes make everyone but one all the more merrier.

Tim can't look at his relatives anymore. He pushes the cowboy had farther down the front of his face, blocking off the view of almost everything.
What he doesn't see is Jill takes the camera, and Jack grabbed a thin braided rope. There is a noose at the end of the rope, and when Jack
leaned over Tim's body, dangling the end of the rope over the water, he drops the lasso like noose down into the water between Tim's thighs.
Before Tim can react the rope is pulled, the noose wrapping around the balls and erection.

"Hooweeee, I got hold of something here," Jack says, and he continues to lift up on the rope.

Tim wants to stay seated, wants to keep himself covered, but the noose has him by the balls and the tugging forces him to stand up. With
a hangman's noose around his dangling boy bits, tightening further, Tim has to move in the direction of the pull of the rope as he shouts, "Stop...please don't". Everyone has a good laugh when Tim rises to his feet, his hands on the rope. But there is no way he can get himself out
of the noose. Jack steps partway around the tub, keeping the pressure on, and Tim actually has to step out of the tub. The younger girls
are squealing again, pointing to the long pointy thing protruding from the braided rope. Even with all the chaos, Tim looks over to his Cousin
Jill, and sure nuff...she is still pointing that camera his way, clicking and getting good action shots.

"Timmy's got a big doinker," little Bonnie says as she points. "But why is it sticking up?"

"Got this bull by the balls I do," Jack yells out, and he leads the naked birthday boy toward the gate to the corral. The cousins climb the
wooden fence, and the adults line up by the wooden beams as Jack leads his younger cousin to greet some cows. "Let's see if these cows think
this bull is a real stud."

Just at that moment Timothy sticks his foot into a way too fresh pile of cow crap...and he slips, falling forward on his face with a thud.

[Jeepman89]

Hilarious episode! I love the reaction of the girls to Tim's cock being lassoed and taken to the cows while having photos taken!

[Trundle]

Poor Timothy, looks like he'll end up needing another bath!

Love the mischievous cousins getting a sneaky grope of the poor boys penis when the adults weren't watching. Hope we get more of that

[TeenFan]

Necrofantasy
Chapter 23. Taking Advantage of Opportunity


Timothy was so concerned about how humiliating it was to be lassoed around the balls, the braided rope wrapped tightly around the base of
his penis as well. Pulled like a puppet on a string, like a cow with a ring through the nose, he was dragged from the bathing tub to the
corral, and he can't even kick and fight back. So preoccupied he was with his current embarrassing predicament that he failed to notice the
large brown circular pile of bovine shit lying on the ground in front of his feet. As soon as his right foot smacked down in the middle of it, Tim
looked down to see the stuff squishing up all around his ankle.

Tim lost his balance, and he fell forward, smacking the side of his head on the ground. Underneath him, Tim can feel the rounded remains
of another cow crap bomb smushing onto his chest.

The laughter from the corral fence was most annoyingly increased in volume. The laughter and whistles flew through the air at his ears like missiles. Timothy made a move to get back to his feet...then he thought of a most brilliant maneuver. It was a thought so profound that Tim
almost heard angels singing the moment the thought entered his mind. Immediately obeying that thought, Tim slumped back down to the ground. He ignores the laughter as his body becomes still, as he becomes motionless on the ground like a soldier killed in battle.

The laughter suddenly ceases.

"Hey, are you okay?" Cousin Jack asks, as if he really cares...and maybe he does. Jack rushes over to Tim's prone body lying face down. "I think
he got hisself knocked out."

Tim can hear the sound of footsteps approaching. He can feel the slight tremors on the ground. He can sense more than feel the group of
relatives surrounding him, then some kneeling down beside him.

"I hope he's okay," Aunt Doreen says. "Careful...let's turn him over."

Timothy does a fantastic job of keeping his eyes closed. He doesn't need to see a thing, just feel and listen. He feels his body being turned
over onto his back.

"Ew...he's got manure all over him," and Tim thinks that is the voice of Wynona.

"Poor Timothy. Looks like he'll be needing another bath," and that was the voice of Jill, and she sounded more sarcastic than concerned.

Somebody slaps Tim lightly on the cheeks. Somebody tries to brush off the more dried portions of the cow pie that sticks to the skin of his
upper body. Tim can smell the aroma of it, smelling like dry decomposing grasses and poop.

"We have to carry him back to the house," Tim's mom suggests.

"We need to dunk him into the wooden tub first. Get this shit washed off," Aunt Doreen decides on the more pressing course of action. Leave
it to Aunt Doreen to be more worried about tracking cow shit into her house than the physical welfare of her nephew.

It is Uncle Benjamin who gets things moving, "You heard the lady. But first...Jill, you got the best nimble fingers. Get that noose off from around his nuts n bolts. Then we'll lift him up and carry him over to the washing tub."

The noose is loosened from around Tim's nuts, tossed to the side. Uncle Benjamin coordinates the lifting and moving, directing Jack to hold
the shoulders and neck steady, Jill to grab one leg and Mrs. Tuttle the other leg, and Tim's uncle lifts the middle of the back.

Timothy goes into his "Dead Mode", as he imagines he's just been trampled during a stampede on a cattle drive. A big old bull had run him over
after he fell off a horse. The broken and crumpled body is now being picked up, and he will soon be attended to for healing...or burying.

"Will it help to pull up on his penis?" little Bonnie asks, and she would have a hard time doing that anyway after Tim is lifted up off of the ground.

"Yeah...it's hard as a handle that thing is," Wynona chips in with more helpful questions. "How much weight can a boy's boner hold? Can it
break?"

The thought of his younger cousins grabbing him that way was exciting. It made his dick twitch, though it was unlikely anybody saw that in
all the chaos. Tim was disappointed when he felt his body on the move, and nobody had a hold on his erection. The next feeling was a return
to the cold water in the wooden tub. His body was gently lowered until only his head was out of the water.

"Be careful with him."
"Don't let his head get wet."
"Girls, get scrubbing on his feet. Get his chest. Get that stuff off of him."

The words and commands and comments came fast and furious. Tim can feel the hands roaming all over his body, as another bathing takes
place. The previous bath was all fun and games for his aunts and uncle and cousins. Now the bath was of a serious nature. A necessary first
step before his body can be transported to the house and first aid attended to.

Timothy is lifted out of the wooden tub, which was like a watery limbo of sorts. It was cold and he actually enjoyed the fingers rubbing on his
legs and chest, mainly because he has no idea whose hands are scrubbing which parts. On the way toward the house, Uncle Benjamin makes sure
everyone stays in lockstep, and everyone holds various body segments at equal heights. Overall, it's an impressive feat of coordination.

"Hey you guys, that storm is getting closer. Gotta hurry him to the house," says Jack, who is still the one keeping an eye on the weather.

Then the body lift angle changes and Timothy knows they have reached the house, moving up the steps to the back door. The door slams hard
and Tim knows he is inside his aunt's house, and Aunt Doreen takes over with the commands.

"Bonnie, Wynona, grab towels and lay them out on the bed in Jack's room. We'll lay him on that bed. I'm sure you won't mind Jack. It was
your idea to use your cousin to show off your calf roping skills."

After a short delay, as he felt himself to be held in place, Tim is placed onto the bed in Jack's room. The towels are used to dry him off.
Somebody grabs his head, moving it this way and that way. A hand brushes his forehead, and the voice of Uncle Benjamin says, "He's got a scrape
on his forehead, a scratch on the cheek. But I don't think anything is broken or damaged. We'll have to wait and see how long he remains passed out. If he doesn't wake up in an hour or so I really don't want to try to move him in a vehicle. A doctor will have to be called from town."

The wet towels are removed, and Tim lies on top of the bed. Tim can only assume everyone is gathered around the bed, looking down at him,
and it reminds him of another interesting part of his burial practices research.

In the book Timothy has, there is a chapter on western cowboy style funerals. There are old grainy black and white photographs of an old-timer
who passed away around 1890. The old man was laid down on the ground, on some rugs or blankets, and the guy was naked. The cowboy,
or maybe it was a miner from the hills, has a long white beard, wispy white hair on his head and a full icky looking growth of white pubic hair.
After getting the dust of the cattle trail cleaned off, the old man is dressed in his best suit, then put into a wooden coffin and buried on the
prairie where the cattle can poop over his grave.

There was one more thing Timothy noticed as he lay on the bed, hearing the whispered concerns and mumbled prayers aimed his direction.
He lies there with nothing on. Nobody had bothered to cover him with a spare sheet or even one of the towels across his crotch. Aunt
Doreen then gets the others to move out of the bedroom, back to the kitchen or dining room.

"We'll let him sleep it off. I'm sure he'll be coming to anytime now," Aunt Doreen says, and she gets the onlookers to leave, with resulted in
some grumbling and mumbling from the youngest ones.

Tim hears his Cousin Jill ask a very astute question as she leaves with the other kids, "How can he be passed out and still be so hard like that?"

Almost laughing out loud, Tim takes a tiny peek through his barely opened eyelids. The room seems darker than it should be.

"That rain is coming down. Coming down pretty good. My prayers have been answered," Uncle Benjamin shouts from the living room area.

It might not be the answer to a prayer, but lying naked in bed is much preferable to being awake while naked out in the great outdoors, especially now that the great outdoors is experiencing a fierce thunderstorm. The shutters on the window shake, the room is lit up with flashes from
lighting, and Timothy wonders to himself "Did anybody grab my clothes from the corral?"

[Themarble]

What a "shitty" time for Tim! With no clothes in sight, how will the rest of his stay progress?