Re: Becky's Initiation
Posted: Fri Jul 05, 2024 3:16 pm
RYAN’S POV
I was glad to know those girls were gone. I really hated the idea that they were taking pictures of my private parts. That was humiliating. It’ll be even more humiliating, I thought, if they start sharing it around campus. Of course, nobody could tell whose penis it was, from the picture—but I still felt humiliated.
In fact, I couldn’t figure out the whole thing. Why would they do this to me? This was supposed to be Becky’s initiation, not mine! Why would they tie me up and put me on display? Are they going to take more pictures of me? And show them to Becky? None of this made any sense.
A light breeze came up, blew over me and stopped. I shivered a little. I couldn’t stop thinking about why the public humiliation. Of course, I was glad they weren’t doing this to Becky—that would really have been too much—but, still, how does it affect Becky to do it to me? I didn’t understand at all.
Another waft of cool air came up, drifted over my chest and stopped. I could feel a slight tingle in my right nipple. I shivered. I felt another tingle again. Then a wiggle. I realized—that wasn’t a breeze—it was a finger.
I shivered. The finger started wiggling my nipple around. Then it started tracing little circles, around and around. I wiggled. The finger was then joined by a thumb, and together they squeezed my now-hard nipple a couple times. I heard a quiet “Mmmmm,” from a girl’s low voice.
The finger started sliding down my front. It paused over my bellybutton and circled it a few times. I knew I was being inspected. Then the finger slid over the front of my underpants.
By now, my penis was pointing up inside my underpants. The finger slid back and forth over my penis, stimulating the underside. I heard a low appreciative “Hmmmmm,” from the female voice.
“Mmmph!” I protested weakly. “Mmmmph!”
The voice chuckled, and the finger slipped back up. It touched the elastic and paused. Then it slipped under the elastic, and went inside. I could feel a whole hand inside my underpants. The thumb and forefinger grasped the shaft of my penis, and the forefinger started caressing the underside. My penis was getting harder by the second. The fingers squeezed it a couple times, then resumed caressing. I was afraid I was going to ejaculate any minute.
Then the caressing stopped. The hand was withdrawn, but one finger still kept my underpants pulled open. I heard the soft “beep” of a cell phone, taking a picture of my erect penis.
My crotch was throbbing. Geez! I thought—are you going to leave me like this?
The finger withdrew and my underpants snapped back into place. I felt a hand patting my belly a couple times, then stop. Then there was nothing. She was gone.
Once again it was just me standing here, next to the lamppost, all bound up, in just my underpants—showing a huge obvious erection, for all the world to see.
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BECKY'S POV
From her seat, Becky watched the girl in the tank top walk away.
"Did you know that girl?" Mandy asked.
Becky shook her head no. She had been watching the girl in shorts touching Ryan's body. She hated this! Hated watching her boyfrined being put on display like this, and hated watching all these girls touch him like they were. She had wanted to make it stop. She had wanted to just close her eyes and not see any more of this. But each time a girl had approached Ryan, she found that she couldn't take her eyes away. It was like looking at a traffic accident--it was gruesome and horrible, but she just couldn't help watching.
"I think the girls really like Ryan's body," Tami chuckled. "He must feel pretty embarrassed by now."
"This must be pretty humiliating for him," Mandy agreed.
"Oh, maybe he likes it!" Tami speculated. "What do you think, Becky?"
Becky shook her head violently. Tami and Mandy laughed.
I was glad to know those girls were gone. I really hated the idea that they were taking pictures of my private parts. That was humiliating. It’ll be even more humiliating, I thought, if they start sharing it around campus. Of course, nobody could tell whose penis it was, from the picture—but I still felt humiliated.
In fact, I couldn’t figure out the whole thing. Why would they do this to me? This was supposed to be Becky’s initiation, not mine! Why would they tie me up and put me on display? Are they going to take more pictures of me? And show them to Becky? None of this made any sense.
A light breeze came up, blew over me and stopped. I shivered a little. I couldn’t stop thinking about why the public humiliation. Of course, I was glad they weren’t doing this to Becky—that would really have been too much—but, still, how does it affect Becky to do it to me? I didn’t understand at all.
Another waft of cool air came up, drifted over my chest and stopped. I could feel a slight tingle in my right nipple. I shivered. I felt another tingle again. Then a wiggle. I realized—that wasn’t a breeze—it was a finger.
I shivered. The finger started wiggling my nipple around. Then it started tracing little circles, around and around. I wiggled. The finger was then joined by a thumb, and together they squeezed my now-hard nipple a couple times. I heard a quiet “Mmmmm,” from a girl’s low voice.
The finger started sliding down my front. It paused over my bellybutton and circled it a few times. I knew I was being inspected. Then the finger slid over the front of my underpants.
By now, my penis was pointing up inside my underpants. The finger slid back and forth over my penis, stimulating the underside. I heard a low appreciative “Hmmmmm,” from the female voice.
“Mmmph!” I protested weakly. “Mmmmph!”
The voice chuckled, and the finger slipped back up. It touched the elastic and paused. Then it slipped under the elastic, and went inside. I could feel a whole hand inside my underpants. The thumb and forefinger grasped the shaft of my penis, and the forefinger started caressing the underside. My penis was getting harder by the second. The fingers squeezed it a couple times, then resumed caressing. I was afraid I was going to ejaculate any minute.
Then the caressing stopped. The hand was withdrawn, but one finger still kept my underpants pulled open. I heard the soft “beep” of a cell phone, taking a picture of my erect penis.
My crotch was throbbing. Geez! I thought—are you going to leave me like this?
The finger withdrew and my underpants snapped back into place. I felt a hand patting my belly a couple times, then stop. Then there was nothing. She was gone.
Once again it was just me standing here, next to the lamppost, all bound up, in just my underpants—showing a huge obvious erection, for all the world to see.
. . . . . . . . . ..
BECKY'S POV
From her seat, Becky watched the girl in the tank top walk away.
"Did you know that girl?" Mandy asked.
Becky shook her head no. She had been watching the girl in shorts touching Ryan's body. She hated this! Hated watching her boyfrined being put on display like this, and hated watching all these girls touch him like they were. She had wanted to make it stop. She had wanted to just close her eyes and not see any more of this. But each time a girl had approached Ryan, she found that she couldn't take her eyes away. It was like looking at a traffic accident--it was gruesome and horrible, but she just couldn't help watching.
"I think the girls really like Ryan's body," Tami chuckled. "He must feel pretty embarrassed by now."
"This must be pretty humiliating for him," Mandy agreed.
"Oh, maybe he likes it!" Tami speculated. "What do you think, Becky?"
Becky shook her head violently. Tami and Mandy laughed.