Date: Fri, 18 Mar 2016 13:24:26 -0400 From: Vince Smith Subject: Mike's Embarrassing Physical - Chapter 2 b/M, CFNM, CMNM ©2016 Vince Smith - (nifty (dot) author at Gmail (dot) com) This story is fiction. Do not attempt in real life, it is illegal. If you shouldn't be reading this where you are right now, don't. It costs money to maintain this site of exceptional reading material, and to keep it current. A donation may be tax deductible for you. Please make a donation to Nifty Archives now. I'll wait. Please be polite in your feedback. Let me know what you like, and don't like. Flames will be ignored. If you do not want a response, please make the last line of your email "NO RESPONSE", otherwise, I WILL respond. I really do want to know what you think of my story. I'd like to thank these men for their emails in response to the first chapter of this series: Dbozz, Greg, J.J., Jerry, Jon, J we, Michael, Mike, Philip, Rachel, and Roberto. I'd also like to thank 2 Nifty authors for encouraging me, and talking with me at length. Without your influence I would not have written anything. Thank you Colton Henry, and Matt Smith. The following Nifty story is referenced in this chapter: "Benny Takes Control" ©2014 Nifty Archives under the Gay Authoritarian section by Matt Smith. This story is reference and is used with the permission of the author, Matt Smith. See the prolific writers index for "Matt Smith". Find a comfortable spot to read, call your Nifty friends, get yourselves naked, grab a cock, and start reading. ++++++++++ Mike: age 23, I'm the narrator. I'm gay and out. I'm an accountant living in a city with no family anywhere near me. Doctor: Ken Shikima: age 35, Goes by Dr. Ken. He is a friend of Mikes. He's a family practice doctor working in a single doctor practice, and is Mikes doctor. Doctor Ken's Wife, about 45. As of now she is unnamed. She works as an office manager and CEO of Dr. Ken's practice. Orochi Shikima, age 12; Orochi is Dr. Ken Shikima and his wife's Son. Orochi means big snake in Japanese. I call Orochi "Sir", as I am subservient to him now. ++++++++++ Dr. Ken's office is not "in town", but is near other medical offices on the very outskirts of our town. They were all closed this time of night. The offices on this dead-end street are only medical offices. Because it was late and no offices were open, there was no traffic on the street tonight. Dr. Ken's office is at the end of the street, so really nobody was around who could see me. This night was quite warm yet, I'd guess about 95 degrees F (35 C), and very humid. There was a light breeze. I noticed the breeze only because I could feel it around my sweaty balls, and the end of my penis at the piss lips that extended to a narrow area on the underside of my erect dick where pre-cum had run. I don't think I would have noticed the breeze otherwise. I was not comfortable being out there, naked and hard. The fact that someone could come along at any time kept me hard. Someone could even be hiding and watching the whole show. I had spent the last hour and a half to two hours naked in Dr. Ken's office getting a "physical", and being dominated by Orochi. It seemed much more like the latter than the former. Dr. Ken's staff, and Orochi were all there the whole time. Orochi, started by "helping" his dad, with my permission, with the physical. We ended the evening with me calling him (Orochi), "Sir". He now calls me "boy". Note the small "b" on boy. I had been out one evening about 2 months prior with Dr. Ken and some other mutual friends. We had gotten into a discussion about our lives and the paths we had each taken to get to where we were all now. I had shared that, as a gay teen growing up, I had felt I couldn't be myself, had to stay "closeted", even from my family. Later, I graduated high school and went to college and earned a degree in accounting. In college I came out. I have been one of the lucky ones. All my friends already guessed and were not surprised. They said "what took you so long?". Almost all of them have been very supportive and remained friends. I had moved to this town to get distance between me and my parents. I moved hundreds of miles away from where I grew up, and from where my parents currently live. My family is not supportive. They are not hostile, but we don't communicate at all. That's fine with me, although I miss them. Here, I had no family and no friends. I could "start over". I got a job in accounting, moved into an apartment, and was just basically "getting on" with my life, making friends. Sometimes we'd get into a circle jerk, but at least one aspect of my sexual needs was not being met. It was not even being acknowledged by me. When I got horny I'd search the web for erotic stories read and videos to watch. I had started to search for "Authoritarian" stories more and more. And then I read a Nifty story titled "Benny Takes Control" by Matt Smith". It is about this young man, a 19-year-old, who was happily dominated by a 13-year-old boy. Reading stories about this topic got me hard every time. This story just had me panting, jerking, and cumming, every time I read, and reread, it. I just lost all control of myself, and couldn't keep my hands off my dick. I searched for and read more role reversal stories like this. I slowly started to fantasized about what it might be like if I was being dominated by someone several years younger, by a boy. I was talking with Dr. Ken and our friends. The topic of sex came up, as it almost always did when it was just us guys. After all, most of us were young horny guys. By the way, they were all aware of my orientation, and accepted me fully. So my take on different topics was often requested. I enjoyed any opportunity to talk about sex, even my own kinks. I'd get so horny sharing about myself. I thought it was unusual, but since I enjoyed it, and they asked, I didn't hold much back. I looked forward to these discussions. If I provided lots of detail or otherwise the discussion took more time I would usually start pre-cumming in my pants. They all knew this turned me on, big time. I told them. During one discussion I was asked: "Mike, what do you fantasize about?" What gets you horny and hard?" So I told them I was already hard, just talking about the subject, I told them about "Benny Takes Control". In chapter 4, under Benny's direction, the 19-year-old sub is stripped naked and felt up by a clothed 13-year-old friend of Benny's. The sub knew almost nothing about Benny's friend because they had been introduced only 4 hours or less prior. The sub was hard and really turned on. I was as well just reading it. It's a really hot story and it always gets me hard. Anyway, this one evening, I told them that I was having "Dom/sub" thoughts, with me being the sub. As I knew it would, that got the discussion going. It was one thing to tell them I like reading about this topic, but another to admit I was thinking of putting myself into the game. My friends where very open minded, and were obviously very intrigued by what I had just said. This discussion dominated (excuse the pun) the conversation after that for the evening, with them asking many questions regarding my fantasies about this topic, and how much of the fantasies did I want to really make happen, if any. At some point I told them I was looking for a younger dominant person. With my being 23 at the time I had been thinking about someone between 18 and 24. But the problem was I didn't really know how to go about finding someone, or anyone. You can't very well just go up to everybody you meet and ask. So, I was still searching. After that night nothing was said about this topic during our guy's-nights. I certainly didn't think any of them would be able to help solve my problem of making my fantasies reality. 3 months later I found myself in Dr. Ken's office for a physical. I arrived at the office expecting a normal physical, and left that office naked and subordinate to my Sir, a 12-year-old boy. I was now walking, I was commanded to not run, to my car which was parked in Dr. Ken's parking lot. As I said, there were no other people around. What I mean is there were no other people around to see me walking to my car naked and getting harder by the second, who have not already had several opportunities to see me naked, hard, and much more, for the past couple of hours. I felt very exposed to be outside like this. In my whole life I never remember being outside naked. Never. And, even though I'm now 23-years-old, nobody else has ever seen me sexually excited. Well, that was until about 2 hours ago. Tonight has really changed my life. I didn't know now to what extent my life would change, but I knew I could not possibly go back to my very safe but very "vanilla" life. I was very embarrassed. I don't think I have ever been as embarrassed as I have been the past couple of hours. The embarrassment started about two hours ago, and over that time it just kept building and building. What had me very confused was the more embarrassed I was, the more turned on I was. I always thought those two things, embarrassment and being "turned on", were two things you could not feel at the same time. Then to add to the embarrassment and being horny, I was also becoming very subservient. As I approach my car I hear the car door locks unlock. I opened the driver's door and turned on the headlights, and then closed the door, as instructed. I heard the car doors lock. I moved to the front of the car and leaned onto the front hood. Sir had commanded me to do this. He was holding my car keys, wallet, and cell phone. When I was in position, I was to be standing in front of the headlight that was nearest the street, with my hands and elbows on the car hood with my ankles about 3 feet apart. This put the headlight shining onto my, now, erect cock. If anybody did drive down the street, they would see me in profile. Have I told you I was embarrassed? Orochi let me stand there for about 30 seconds before he slowly walked over to the car. When he got near me, he quietly whispered into my ear asking me how many punishments I had earned this evening. I told him I had earned 16 total punishments tonight. He said I was going to pay for my first punishment right here, and right now, then stopped to allow that to sink in. I didn't know what he had planned for me when he directed me to walk to the car, but I didn't think I'd be getting punished outside, naked, and in public where anybody at any time could walk or drive up and watch. As I realized what he had in mind I started to blush. I didn't know what the punishment was going to be, but I could take a really good guess, considering the position I was standing in. He finally told me I was to lean on the car and not move. I was to look straight ahead (stare at the steering wheel), and not divert my eyes anywhere else until the punishment was over. He then took off his belt and folded it in half. I heard him do this, but because I was looking straight ahead I didn't know what he had done. He took up a position that was to my side but leaving me open to the street. I just hoped that nobody came walking or even driving down the street. They would have gotten an eye full. By this time, I had figured correctly, that I was going to be spanked, but didn't know it was going to be with a belt. I had never in my life been spanked before. My parent's "didn't believe in it". I had never witnessed anybody else ever being spanked. This was going to be a new experience for me. Also, I reasoned, how hard can a 12-year-old boy possibly strike anyway. He would quickly find out his hand would also hurt, at least as much as my ass, and therefore the punishment could not possibly be that bad. I heard the belt fly through the air. There was no warning, no "are you ready", no "stand still", no nothing. There was only the short "WHOOSH" of the belt cutting through the air. And then my ass was on fire. I said "SHIT", no, I shouted "SHIT". At the same time, I stood up, and moved my hands to protect my ass from any further trauma. I had so many thoughts going through my head at the exact same instant. First and foremost was the pain, it felt like my ass was on fire. Pain beyond anything I had ever expected to experience, ever. Was there any skin left where the weapon had struck me? I wasn't sure. I was expecting his hand and got a...what?...what was that that struck me? A Belt? A whip? Second, I had involuntarily moved to standing. I brought my hands to my ass cheeks to protect them, and turned around. All this with a look of horror and astonishment on my face. Oh, and pain. Did I mention the pain? Forgotten was my public nudity in front of the car light, and my erection that was still going strong. There were no observers, there was only me, Orochi, and the fire. Oh, and the belt in his hand. Did I mention it hurt? Orochi: "boy, you were told to stay in position, and to not move. You did not stay in position. You moved your feet, and you moved your arms, you spoke, and you swore. You have earned 4 more punishment strokes, already. In addition to those four, your punishment now will be a little bit harder. boy, you need to learn to follow directions the first time. This is how we will continue from here. I will whip you with this belt. After each stroke you will say `One Sir. Thank you Sir. May I have another Sir?', and then `Two Sir. Thank you Sir. May I have another, Sir'? And so on. If you had followed directions the first time your punishment now would not include the verbal counting and asking for more punishment. Your punishment will continue until I decide you have had enough. You will speak loud enough for me to hear and understand you. If I don't hear you or I misunderstand you, we will repeat that stroke and add one. Also, if you miscount, you will get an extra one, then another for the miscounted one, and then we will start over with 1. That means if, for instance, you have received 10 strokes of the belt, but you miss counted the 10th one, then you will end up getting at least 22 total strokes just to get back to the 10 count. We will not end until you have received and correctly counted the number I am aiming for. All the while, you will remain in the position you started in. Your hands and elbows will remain on the car at all times, and your feet will not leave the ground. And last, you will not speak, except as previously directed, unless you are asked a direct question. boy, get in position NOW. I want you to repeat back to me all the instructions. I know little boys like you often have a hard time understanding directions." I somehow remembered all the instructions and repeated them back to him successfully. I felt like a little boy being disciplined by my father, except I, the man boy was being disciplined by my much younger Sir. I waited. I was tense. The fire in my ass had lessened, but only a very little. I did not know how many of these I could take, and I had no idea how many I was going to receive. Also, my sense of my surroundings and embarrassment had returned. Just a note: my erection never went away. How many of you have received a naked, severe public punishment, administered by a boy 11 years younger than yourself? I did think about wanting this to happen, but never thought I'd find myself like this, and I now wondered what I had gotten myself into. Oh, and regarding the "how hard can a 12-year-old boy possibly hit?" issue, the answer is "way, way too hard". We waited some more. What were we waiting for? I have no idea. The longer I waited the tenser I got. My ass muscles were clenched. I was just so on edge waiting for the punishment to begin. I knew this would hurt and not be easy. After about 2 minutes I started to relax. Maybe he could go on with it. After about 2 and a half minutes my ass muscles relaxed. As soon as they relaxed...SHOOSH, thwack. He must have been waiting for me to let my guard down. It took everything in me not to move. The pain was as bad as before. Actually a bit worse because my ass was still on fire from the first strike. As the belt struck, I inhaled a lungful of air and held it for a moment. Then I remembered there was a script I was supposed to speak. "One, Sir. Thank you, Sir. May I have another, Sir?" And we waited. This time for only about 30 seconds. I did not relax. I did not have time to relax, mentally speaking. But without warning I received another stroke, followed by the feeling that my ass was on fire. "Two, Sir. Thank you, Sir. May I have another, Sir?" This was all so humiliating and embarrassing. It hurt so much. But shit, my dick was hard. THAT was confusing. Why was I hard? I could not possibly be enjoying this pain. Could I? I had read about this happening in stories, but I thought that was just to make a good story. This was real life. Thwack. This time I didn't even hear the belt slice through the air. The belt seemingly hit without warning. But the pain and fire was the same. Somehow, I was finding the strength to withstand the pain. Strength I didn't know I had. "Three, Sir. Thank you, Sir. May I have another?" This was so humiliating asking for my own punishment from a fully clothed 12-year-old boy as I stood here in public, naked. I also realized that I did not know how much more punishment I could take. If there were many more hits I was going to start to cry. If I knew how many of these I was to get, it would have made it easier, I think. And, my dick was still hard. Swoosh, THWACK. "Four, Sir. Thank you, Sir. May I have another, Sir?" Pain, and fire of course. But as soon as I said the last "Sir" I received another one. No pause this time. I was not prepared for it this quick. I had just gotten used to the pace. I yelled out "ah...Shit" "Six, Sir. Thank you, Sir. May I have another, Sir?" Then, everything stopped. Was my punishment over? Orochi came over and slapped my red, burning ass twice with his hand, hard. I'm thinking the spanking is over. That was good because I was just starting to think I was not going to be able to handle much more pain. I was going to cry soon, and I really, REALLY, didn't want to do that in front of Sir, and our audience. But now, the punishment was done. Orochi: "What did you say, boy? I thought about it and said: "Sir, I said `Six, Sir. Thank you, Sir. May I have another, Sir?'" Orochi: "boy, that was number five, not four. So deal with this..." Swoosh, THWACK. "That is the extra one for messing up the count". Swoosh, THWACK" "That is for the miss counted one. Swoosh, THWACK" "That is for speaking out of turn." Swoosh, THWACK" "That is for swearing. Little boys aren't allowed to swear. I should not even have to tell you that." Now, we start over with number one. Same instructions as before." So we started over. Swoosh, Thwack" Me: "One, Sir. Thank You Sir. May I have another, Sir?... Two, Sir. Thank You Sir. May I have another, Sir?" The pace of the hits was steady, about one every 10 seconds. I don't know if they were getting harder or not, it felt like it, but I did know they were hurting more and more. By 12 I was having trouble keeping it together. I had snot running out of my nose, and tears in my eyes and running down my face. I was having trouble speaking my lines. After the 15th hit I let out a strangled "ahhhhhhhhhhhh" followed by a big intake of air. I was trying to hang on and not cry. I then lost the battle, and started sobbing. The hits continued at the same rate, about one every 10 seconds. Through the crying I continued to say (or sob) my lines. I have no idea if my words were legible or not. It was all I could do to say anything at all, and at the same time keep track of the count, and not move my elbows or feet. And, I still had no idea how much more was coming my way. "Twenty-five, Sir. Thank you, Sir. May I have another, Sir?" Well, it didn't sound at all like that, but that is what was intended. Orochi seemed to accept my sobbing words as they were intended. Then, it all stopped. I had received 35 belt strikes. I was so glad it was over. Orochi came up and rubbed his hand over my hot ass. I just stayed in position and cried. I cried for about 5 minutes I think. Orochi told me how much he enjoyed making my ass hot. I think the double meaning was intended. He also told me how proud he was of me for taking my punishment so well. He took both hands and cradled my head to his shoulder and comforted me. I hadn't been held and comforted like this since I was about 10. We stayed like that until I got myself somewhat under control. I really appreciated Sir's comfort. When I stopped crying he rubbed my head, messing up my hair, like you do to a little kid. Then he held my head with each hand making me look at him, even though I didn't want to look at him. I was ashamed. But he made me look. He said: "boy, you're going to be OK. I'm proud how you took your punishment with very little problems. If you will just learn to follow directions the first time you will not need to be disciplined. You know you earned this one, and you know there are several more you have earned. I shook my head indicating I did know I had earned and would receive more punishments. He then took both of his thumbs and smeared them in the tears from each eye. It was a very tender gesture. He then pulled a tissue from his pocket and held my nose telling me to "blow"...and then "again". I felt like I did when I was a child about 5 years old, having my mother help me blow my nose. It seemed to me he played the parent roll very well. And I played the disobedient child just as well. Although I wasn't thinking about it then, to me it felt natural and right to be in this relationship with Sir. He turned me around to face his parent, then said: "Besides. I think you liked getting belted." I turned my head and looked at him funny because I didn't know what would make him think I liked it. He then started to play with my little 4-inch hard dick. He masturbated me a few strokes, while I stood there in front of the car lights with his parents watching us. He whispered into my ear: "boy, go over to my parents, and apologize to them for your misbehavior and for delaying their leaving. Then come back to the car. I'll wait here. I wanted so much to cover myself up, and hide my erect spike from them. I knew it was silly. They had seen all I had to show, what little there is. There was nothing left to hide. But still it took a lot of self-control to proudly walk up to them while I was in this state of arousal, and after they had both watched their minor son belt and then masturbate me, an adult man, even if I didn't look or act like one. There really was NOTHING left to hide. "Mrs. And Dr. Ken, I am so sorry for misbehaving. I am sorry my willful misbehavior earned me a belting that ended up costing you time. I have earned several more punishments and I hope that none of them will cost you anything. I am ashamed of my behavior and will try to change it." Orochi's mom said to me: "That is OK. We know boys make mistakes. We know that from time to time boys need to be disciplined. Isn't that right Kenny (speaking to her husband, who blushed deeply)?" Then turning back to me she said "It appears you enjoyed this punishment", she said as she fingered my erection. This is the second time in as few hours she has been standing in front of me, fully dressed, with me completely naked (actually, naked still) and sporting an erection that she took upon herself to finger. Both times in front of her husband. Then she turned to Dr. Ken and cupped his balls outside his pants. She said to us "Ken, I think you also liked watching Mike get punished. Tell us why I say that dear. Dr. Ken said: "Mike, honey, I enjoyed watching your punishment so much I am also erect, and very embarrassed." I had never seen another person turn the shade of red he did as he said that. "Thank you Mrs. K, and Dr. Ken, for your roll in my humiliation. I really do appreciate it. I'm learning that I enjoy being sexually humiliated. I then stepped up to each of them in turn, naked and hard, and gave each of them a full body hug. Dr. Ken was correct; he was also hard as a rock. I left each of them a bit of pre-cum on their clothes. I then turned and walked back to the car. Orochi had the driver's door opened and motioned for me to get in. I got in and started the car. The drive to Sir's house from here was about 30 minutes. I still wasn't sure about driving naked. I had never had the guts to try it, although, like all guys, I had considered it. It was obvious though that I really had no choice in this matter. Except for the first ¼ mile, the rest of the drive was all rural. Dr. Ken and his family lived on old farm land. He often said how he enjoyed the quiet solitude of living that far out. Yet, he was close enough to get into town without a major commute. This was important to him when he was called into town for emergencies. So, I set off on my trip. I was naked, and still hard, driving only myself. The only things with me in the car were the car license and registration and insurance, car keys, my wallet and cell phone. Orochi rode along with his dad. Sam had left the office some time ago. He missed viewing my belting. Orohci's mom drove her own car, along with my clothes. I was told to drive with the windows down, and not to cover up or hide my penis from anybody. I was glad it was night and the sun was down. It was very unlikely anybody would be able to see me. This gave me comfort. Plus, the sun was down and almost no traffic here. I pulled out of Dr. Ken's office parking lot onto the street. At the end of the street is a signal light. This was the only stop I probably would need to make until I pulled onto Dr. Ken's property. I was beginning to get comfortable driving naked, very sure that nobody would see my humiliation after I was about 1 mile into my trip. But, it was still erotic. My dick would not go down. I finally got to their property. I had been instructed where to park. I was to park, get out, lock the car and leave the keys on the hood of the car, leaving my wallet and cell phone in the car. I was to walk down to the end of the driveway, face the street and stand with my feet about 3 feet apart directly opposite the light on the other side of the road, and my hands intertwined behind my head. The problem with this was I would be hard again. This was, for me, a very subservient position, and very erotic. I started dripping again. At least I was outside. The other good thing was it was at night, and unless one of their neighbors happened by, I was unlikely to be seen by anybody. I waited like this for about 5 minutes. It seemed like a long time. I thought Dr. Ken's family, in one car or another, would be along just behind me. But, it seems I was meant to stay in this situation for longer than I thought. Then I heard it. I had been listening for a car, but what I heard were footsteps slowly approaching me from down the road. My instructions had been to keep looking straight ahead, "no matter what", so the best I could do without moving my head was look out the corner of my eyes. I held my position as instructed. I finally saw what appeared to be a boy approaching me. I was worried he was too young to be seeing me exposed like this. But, what does too young mean anyway? Orochi is 12, and Andrew is 10. Are they not "too young" for this? Anyway, I held my position. I decided I was more afraid of Orochi than I was of this boy walking toward me. I tried to think about how I would respond to him depending on what he said to me. I decided I would just have to "wing it". I had no other choice. I noticed that he saw me standing there because he was staring straight at me. As he got closer to me his head turned a little at a time thereby keeping his gaze on me. He definitely saw. And he had a smile on his face. The boy approached and turned to face me. He appeared to be about the same age as Andrew (about 10), although he could have been anywhere from 8 to 12. Actually, considering I looked to be 14 or less, but I'm really 23, this kid could be almost any age. The top of his head was about level with my eyes. He has no facial hair that I can see. It is dark, but we are very close. He was standing so close to me he was almost touching my dick head with his legs. He was very close. He owned my personal space. If I had not been under orders to "not move" then I would have taken a big step back. But I didn't. I let him own my space. One reason I think he could be older than he appears is because of his confidence. Most kids that were anywhere from 8 to 12 would have a hard time looking an adult in the eye, let alone dominating or owning (and that IS what this felt like) an adult. OK, so I don't look like an adult. But, anyway... He looks me in the eye and doesn't blink, or move his head. He just stares. I have not been given permission to speak, so I don't. This is becoming a bit uncomfortable. I mean he doesn't say anything at all. He does have this look on his face that says something. I'm not sure what, but I do get the sense he expected to find me here. He finally, slowly, reaches out his hand up and takes a hold of my chin, like you may to a child who you want to control or make him look at you. He turns my head one way and then the other, looking at my ears, my eyes, my nose, my moth, and my chin. As soon as his hand touched my chin, my dick that had started to wilt shot back up, harder than ever. I instinctively tightened and then released my muscles "down there" causing my hard dick to wobble a little bit, then it settled back to its original erect angle. I also started pre-cumming again. I really wanted so badly to reach down and scratch or manipulate things, "down there". I also wanted to cover my junk with my hands, only to preserve a little bit of my dignity, assuming I had any left to preserve. But with no orders to move, and no dignity to protect, I just kept my fingers interlocked behind my head. With the amount I was "producing", and the angle of my hard little dick, I knew from experience and I could also feel it, that the pre-cum was oozing out of my piss slit. I think it was cumming out with a small but constant flow. Not glob by glob, but a flow. If you were to shine a light onto the head of my penis and focus it on my piss slit, I'm pretty sure you would see the piss slit lips slightly parted with a clear shinny fluid oozing out. It had a viscosity that is less than that of cum, but greater than that of urine. It could only be pre-cum. When I am erect, like I am now, my foreskin continues to cover a good portion of my penis head. Erect, my meatus, or piss slit, is exposed, but most of the rest of the head behind the piss slit is still covered by this moist skin. That leaves my dick head very sensitive, in a REALLY good way. There was a very light breeze, the air just barely moving. But this moving air slightly cooled the warm substance being excreted from between my piss lips, thereby making its path noticeable, but not at all uncomfortable. I could feel the fluid run over the sensitive skin where my foreskin attaches to the underside of the penis, otherwise known as the frenulum. This made the path this substance took as it traveled over the end of my penis, onto and over the frenulum, then slowly, onto and down the skin that is the "inside" (now "outside", and sensitive) foreskin. It seemed to get caught up there. Maybe I just didn't produce a lot at that moment, I don't know. The flow seemed to stop it progression down my dick. But just for a moment. Then it continued its path down the rest of my dick, and then down the front side of my tight little balls. When it started dripping, it dripped from the underside of my balls. Who is this kid anyway? My guess is he is a friend of Orochi. The chances that some random kid could be walking down this street this time of night, this far out from the city, and with the houses so far apart (sometimes ½ mile between houses on this street), without being put up to it, I think are pretty slim. This, oddly, added some comfort that I would not soon be hearing from the police. The fact that this kid may be a friend of Orochi's makes this whole experience more comfortable, in a "Dom-sub" sort of way. Anyway, he still has his hand holding my chin. When he gets done inspecting my face from every angle he could while standing in front of me, he moves his hand from my chin to my shoulder. He makes a move with his arm obviously, wordlessly, instructing me to turn around. I start to turn clockwise. He moves his hand from my shoulder down my torso until his hand is at my hip. Without clear instructions to stop I continue turning until I feel him lightly tap my still red ass check. At this point I have turned 180-degrees and am no facing away from him, hands still on my head. I heard him kneel down. I assume he was looking over my well punished ass. His hand was still touching my right cheek. As he knelt down his hand moved a little. He then moved his fingers over my ass. He traced along some of the belt marks. At least that is what I assumed he was doing. I couldn't see my ass or the marks left from my punishment. With two slaps to my ass, one to each cheek, he withdrew his hand. He still had no said anything verbally. His hand again on my shoulder he indicated for me to turn back around. I continued turning clockwise so I was no facing him. I left my feet almost touching each other and stood there, hands still behind my head. I resumed looking across the street, not at this Boy. He was wearing leather boots. I didn't see them, I just felt them. He placed one foot between my feet, and then kicked first one and then the other of my ankles. What the fuck? No words, just the kicks. But he didn't stop, so I started moving my ankles apart in an attempt to escape the kicks. I still thought it wise not to speak. When my ankles where about 3 feet apart, again, he stopped kicking. Shit, I knew I was supposed to have my feet this far apart. He took both of his hands, one to each my boy tits, and pinched and twisted. Both at the same time. I let out a moan of pain, and surprise, but mostly pain, then I got a hold of myself, figuratively speaking, and stifled the vocalization. My tits hurt, but I could take it. I assumed he was going to be as gentle as he had been. I can only assume I pissed him off by putting my ankles together earlier. Then he stopped the pain. At least he stopped the pinching and twisting. They still hurt. And, don't make any assumptions that the pain decreased, my horniness, at all. My little short dick was still ram rod straight and dripping. He then took both hands and ran them down to my stomach or abs. He seemed to be trying to feel my nonexistent abdominal muscles. I wasn't fat by any means, but neither did I work out. My abs where far from "defined". He then moved on to my navel. He stuck his finger into it roughly and moved it around in there. He was not gentle. It was somewhat uncomfortable. Not like my tits. I wished he would stop, or go more gently. My dick was assuming he was next, and was quite happy about that eventuality. After all, my dick, jutting out straight like he was, could not possibly be overlooked. And he was just south of this kids hands. I still was not all that comfortable with this unknown kid feeling me up like this. And the silence just added another layer of weird to this whole scene. But one thing was sure, he had a mission and he was in charge. His mission was to dominate me. This by definition gave him the right to do whatever he wanted to me. That included touching me anywhere he wished. One other thing to note about this kid is that because he had not uttered a sound yet, I had no way to know if his voice had changed. If I knew that fact it would allow me to more accurately guess his age. But, as I have said before, he could be anywhere from 8-years-old to my age. But again, he was in charge, and his age didn't really matter. Did it? When he removed his finger from my bellybutton he stepped to my side and turned to face me. His left hand found my sore ass, the right cheek. His right hand, his dominate hand, started to play with my non-existent public hair. Well, not the hair, but he seemed to enjoy rubbing his hand and fingers around on my pubic area. This is not an area that I allow just anybody to play with. But this kid had a right to play with me any way he wished. I just stood there, hoping beyond hope that my dick was next. IT WAS. While playing with my pubic skin his hand, more than once ran into the root of my hard little dick. Finally, he seemed ready to play with it, or possibly just examine it. Looking back on this now, I am sure that all he really wanted to do was toy with me. His left hand still holding my hairless right butt cheek, with his fingers all the way into my crack, as if to hold me still, he removed his right hand from me all together. Then, slowly, he took his index finger, just this one finger, and rubbed it from the base of my dick along the "top" surface, that now could be described just as much vertical as horizontal, all the way to the slippery wet surface of the end of my erect penis. The only part of the head that was wet was that little bit either side of the piss slit, and below. When his finger found the slippery substance he just played with it, the goo not the dick, a bit. My dick could not believe he was not being played with. After all he had a lot more to offer than the goo did. I did not look down but continued to look straight across the street. I have no idea if this kid enjoyed what he was doing or not. I wish I knew if he were hard, or not. I don't know how he could not be hard. But I thought it best not to look. If he wanted me to know if he were hard, then he would let me know. If he didn't want me to know, or if he thought it was none of my business, then it was none of my business. There are just some things a "sub" just doesn't ask. There are some things a "sub" should not even be concerned about, and this was one of them. The fact I was concerned about it, or even thought about it, lets you know how much I have to learn. The kid knelt down, again. His left hand sliding from my ass cheek and cleft down the inside of my leg. He didn't need his right hand to support him in any way as he knelt. So once he got into place his right hand found where my leg attached to my body and slide from there all the way down the top of the leg, over the knee, and on down to the top of my naked foot. He didn't just slide his hand, he was feeling me, feeling my skin and muscles, or lack thereof. He then had me raise up my right foot. I hoped I could stand there and be felt up and inspected while standing on one foot with both my hands still behind my head. I sure didn't want to fall. That would be embarrassing. Standing out here naked, hard, dripping, and being felt up and inspected by a kid whom I didn't even know was not as embarrassing as falling might be? As weird as that sounds that is exactly how I felt. What was happening to my brain? A thought occurred that I was being felt up like I was a horse or dog being inspected. That is, he could touch me anywhere and I had no say in if or where or when he could do this. He felt in between each toe. He bravely, I thought, started to tickle the bottom of my foot. I am really ticklish. And the bottom of my foot was one of those tickle spots. I almost fell several times. But he just carried on tickling. It would not have mattered to him if I had fallen. Possibly he wanted me to fall, I don't know. But, I didn't fall. I was allowed to put my foot down. He then took both of his hands and encircled my ankle with his fingers and then he started to slide both hands up my leg. His right palm was closer to the inside of my right leg as he did this. As he was again at my groin the back of his right hand made contact with my tight, damp, wrinkled little ball sac. My ball sac is almost always tight and doesn't hang at all. The only times I have seen it relaxed is when I am in a hot bath. And even then I wouldn't say it hangs, it just isn't quite as tight as usual. When I was a teenager and my friends where starting puberty (several years before myself) their ball sacs all started to drop and eventually got hairy. I relished each and every opportunity to see them. Every once in a while I was allowed to play with one, usually during a sleep over and with the lights off. Even when I was fifteen I had not yet started puberty, my dick was only about 2 inches hard, and on top of that I was also hairless. There were no hormones that had kick started my body hair growth. At fifteen I looked like, and felt like, an 8-year-old little boy. My friends liked to treat me like an 8-year-old boy. They said that "kids shouldn't be allowed to play with older boys `like that'". So the times when I was allowed to play with them "like that" were few and far between. I relished it each time. I didn't care which boy it was. They were all fun. All of their hard dicks felt huge to me. I didn't care for all the hair, but it was a sign they were becoming men. Unlike me. The kid just stopped what he was doing, stood up, and walked away. He didn't say a word, didn't look at my face. He just walked away. He continued down the road taking the same heading he was on when he approached. From my perspective he approached from my right, and leaving he was heading left. I dared to turn my head and I watched him till he rounded a corner and was out of sight. I thought "Fuck". (I know, little boys should not think those thoughts, but I did.) That kid had gotten me all worked up. He had barely touched my cock, but my cock was all set to shoot. He (my dick) was really disappointed to watch the kid leave. I felt so frustrated, and so confused. I thought I had worked out who this kid was. I was confident he was a friend of Orochi's. Now, I had no idea who this kid was who had just spent 15 minutes feeling me up. Where was Dr. Ken, or Orochi, or anybody. I felt like I had been out here for an hour. It was closer to 15 minutes. But my arms were getting tired and they were beginning to hurt. After a while I decided to put my arms down. I still stayed standing as I was, with my feet apart. I reasoned that if anybody came down the road I would get my arms back into position fast. About an hour after I arrived at Dr. Ken's house, Dr. Ken with Orochi finally arrived. As soon as I heard the car, even before I could see it, I got myself back into the ordered position (stand up straight, chest out, hands behind my head, and feet about 3 feet apart. I was tired, but excited. I was glad that they were arriving home. At least I hoped it was them. If not, somebody was going to get an eye full, seeing this boy standing out there like this. As I stood there the car approached, getting slower the closer it got. They started their turn into the driveway and then stopped, shining the headlights on me. I felt like I was on display for the whole world to see. Yet, I could not see into the car because of the lights. Well, I was on display. This thought, that I was on display, started my boy missile to start to get hard again. It slowly made its way from sitting on top of my little ball sac to standing up proudly, sticking out 4 inches at about a 45-degree angle above horizontal. The whole world couldn't see me, but anybody near here could. And this thought turned me on. As far as I could tell it was only Dr. Ken and Orochi. With the headlights on me I couldn't see anything. The car then started slowly up the driveway to the house. I stayed facing the street, as ordered. I heard the car stop. And then at least one door open, although I couldn't tell how many. Then Slam, slam. So two car doors closed. Nobody talked. I just heard walking. I could tell that one person, who I assumed was Orochi, was walking toward me, from behind. I concentrated on the person walking toward me and lost track of the second person. I stayed facing the street. The thought of receiving any more punishments to my ass tonight was something I wanted to minimize, to the extent I had any control. So I stayed still. I heard at least one car door open, but two slammed shut. No voices. One person walked toward me. The other I lost track of as I concentrated on the person walking my way. The person stopped, standing behind me. Again, nothing was said verbally. One hand, about the correct size for Orochi's hands, touched my shoulder. The other hand felt all over my back, then my side and up the side of my neck to my cheek. Then the other hand felt up my neck on that side, stopping so both hands were touching my cheeks (on my face, not my ass). I still didn't know who this was for sure. These hands then, from behind, explored all of my face. At the same time, both of his index fingers entered my nostrils and probed around in there. Luckily, this time they were both clean and dry. His thumbs were on the outside of my nose with his fingers inside. He pinched the thumbs and fingers together, not to hurt, it didn't, but just to humiliate me. I mean, who allows someone else to stick their fingers up your nose, uninvited at that? Not many people. I never had before tonight, and now this was the 2nd time in a few hours. Then the fingers of both hands traveled to my eyes. I closed my eyes of course. He felt around my eyes, eye lashes and eye brows. Then he brushed his index fingers over my eyelids from the top to the bottom, lingering at the spot where my upper eye lashes met the lower lashes. He lightly retraced the path his fingers took again, and then tapped his fingers at the bottom. I got the sense he was wordlessly telling me to keep my eyes shut. I shook my head up and down just a little bit to indicate as best I could that I understood and would comply. He then took a step or two and placed himself in front of me. His hand then found my tight little ball sac and held it. He didn't squeeze it. He was merely taking ownership of me again. He did caress my balls a bit with his thumb. Then his hand left me for a moment. I then felt him tie something around my head covering up my eyes. I had really hoped I could see him again. It would be nice to confirm who this person, man or boy, was. But, the decision had been made to keep me blindfolded, and it was not my decision to change that. What I wanted did not matter at all. My little dick seemed to like what was happening, he liked it a lot. He liked it so much he started oozing again. I could feel it at the end of my dick. After my eyes where blindfolded, he turned me around and then had me walk forward. I started to take my hands from behind my head without even realizing it, but he quickly saw this and stopped that movement. He gently put one hand on my shoulder and the other to the middle of my back and pushed lightly with both, propelling me forward. It is very awkward to walk without the use of your eyes. Not being able to use your eyes or your hands is very nerve racking. I knew that this person would not let me walk into or onto something I shouldn't. But still... This person (I'll just call him "Sir" for now) kept having to prod me along. He must have gotten tired of this because the last time I stopped walking he gave my already well abused ass a hard swat. When he prodded me this time it was sharper and with intent. I got the message to keep walking and don't stop. As awkward as it was, I knew what the punishment would be if I stopped. I did not want to earn another punishment. I had earned enough already. I also wanted to make Sir happy. Weird, because I didn't even know who Sir was. But still, I did want to make him happy. The walk didn't get easier, but I pushed through my discomfort of feeling like I was either going to walk onto something that would hurt my naked feet, or walk right into something. But Sir made sure that didn't happen using gentle hand movements on my shoulders. We arrived at the house, and up the 4 steps to the porch. I was stopped at the front door. Sir wordlessly indicated I was to stay put, and then he left me. What now I wondered. The next thing I hear was the front door being opened. Then a camera shutter "click". Now, that surprised me. Being photographed like this really was a HUGH turn on. Dick (my dick) liked it a lot. He was standing big and proud with his lips moist. hoping not to be left out of the picture. I would have trusted Sir a lot more if I knew who he was. But I didn't. It made me wonder how the picture would be used, and who would get to see me like this. Pictures are for a lifetime, especially now with digital cameras. But right now, I was not in a position to ask or do anything else about it. They could take as many pictures of me as they wanted. I would let them. I trusted Sir. Finally, a hand on my shoulder leading me into the house. Dr. Ken said: "It is Friday night and I know you have no other plans for the rest of the weekend. For now, you will come into the house and you, Sir, and I will talk." (I found it odd that he called his own son "Sir".) "If at any time you want things to stop, all you have to do is say the safe word. We can decide that in a bit. If you bring things to a stop you and I will discuss it sometime in the future. If you decide to stop this tonight, or anytime in the future, we will not think any less of you or judge you. Most important, we DO want to remain friends with you. You should not feel like you let us down, because you will not have. Do you understand?" I shook my head yes. "Knowing all of this, do you want to continue?" Again, I shook my head yes. "For the rest of this weekend: * you will be naked or almost naked, most of the time. * you will follow all instructions given to you by anybody and everybody. * you will not speak unless you are directed to, and you are given a direct question to answer. * you will not ask us any questions. If you need to know something we will tell you. * you will not touch your penis or scrotum without explicit instructs. * you will be disciplined this weekend. Be prepared for it. * you may not cum without specific permission. If you do cum, you will be punished. Do you understand all of these instructions?" Again, I shook my head. "This is your ONLY opportunity to ask any questions you may have tonight. After this an interesting weekend will start. Do you have any questions you want answered? You may verbally ask ANY questions now." I had lots of questions, but none that would be answered. I wondered who would be here, how would I be punished, what about the pictures, and a lot more questions. I shook my head indicating I had no questions to ask. I did trust them with my life, and I guess, with my reputation, and certainly, with my body. There I stood, naked except for a blindfold, standing with my fingers intertwined behind my head, standing up straight with my chest out, and my feet about 2 feet apart. As soon as I shook my head to answer "No" nothing happened. All of a sudden I felt several pairs of hands touch me. The hands traveled all over my body with no place off limits. Again. They played with my hard dick, my balls, my taint, even the crack of my ass to my boy hole. There was at least one set of larger (adult?) hands. With the hands moving around like they were I was not able to get a sense of how many people were here. But there were more than 2 sets of hands. Then all hands were removed from my overly stimulated naked body, except Sir's hand. He was holding my balls firmly. He also removed my blindfold. By this time, he and I were the only people in the room. Then Sir told me to walk outside and down to the place I had been standing earlier. He would be along soon. I walked back outside, all of a sudden irrationally feeling very exposed again. Then I heard my car's door open, then close. Then the motor started. I heard the car as it was driven down the driveway, I assumed by Dr. Ken. Imagine my surprise when Sir got out of the driver's door. He led me by my balls to the car and he ordered me to drive. He said that he had the directions programed into his cell phone. We seemed to be heading back into town. I was very uncomfortable driving into town naked. My dick was quite excited by the prospect of meeting new people though. He was standing up straight and tall (well, tell for him), and seemed to be oozing his happy fluid. The drive on the rural roads was not all that bothersome. An occasional car would pass us, but with it being dark outside I knew nobody could see me. It was a warm humid night, so my having no shirt on would not seem unusual to anybody passing us. Nobody would be able to tell that I was completely naked, except for truck drivers. I didn't think we'd see any of them. We were just getting to the demarcation point between rural and city. As we approached the first signal, the light was red for us, of course. At this signal the two-way road turned into a four lane road, two lanes going each direction. I pulled up in the left lane because the GPS told us we were going to turn left soon. As we waited for the red light to turn green an eighteen wheeler pulled up next to us on our right. I hoped that it was dark enough that if the truck driver looked my way he would not be able to tell I was naked. Then Sir rolled down his window. He told me to turn on the light inside the car. I looked at him for a minute before I complied. The look on his face told me he was enjoying my humiliation. It also told me I had better do as ordered, or risk consequences. So, I slowly reached up and turned on the overhead light. This illuminated my naked body quite well. Then Sir spoke to the truck driver. Sir: "Hello. It's a hot night tonight. Doesn't it make you want to drive naked, just like my friend? I looked straight ahead, hoping the light would change any second now. I was trying to pretend this was not happening. This was, almost, beyond humiliating. I had blushed as soon as Sir commanded me to turn on the light. I was bright red from my head to my stomach. I don't know if it showed with the car overhead light, but I was. I was also sooo incredibly horny. I was just beginning to realize the degree to which I enjoyed being sexually humiliated. I was not yet sure if my enjoyment was because of the humiliation its self, or because I was sexually controlled by a boy 11 years younger than myself. But, I was so very turned on. The truck driver said: "It sure looks like your friend is excited to be driving naked. How old are you guys? Sir: "I'm 12 and this boy is 16". Do you know how embarrassing it is to realize the you can pass, naked, for a boy who is 9 years younger than yourself? Then it got worse. Driver: "Oh. He looks younger than you. He really shouldn't be driving naked like that. He really should be spanked." Sir reached over and played a bit with my little boy tight ball sac. Then the signal light changed and the truck slowly started to move. Sir told me to pace the truck, not to get ahead of it. He wanted the truck driver to watch me being played with. After we turned out corner and the truck didn't follow us, Sir allowed me to turn off the inside car light. As we drove we got closer and closer to my house. I still didn't know our destination. I tried to thinking like a horny 12-year-old boy to guess what our destination would be. Going this direction there were several places I thought we may be headed. As it turned out we drove straight to my house. Sir had me park in the driveway to the house. This is a residential neighborhood, so there were several houses, all of them with lights on in the living areas of each. People where still up. Sir told me to open my car door and turn in my seat. I knew enough at that point not to cover or try to hide in any way my little hard nail. I knew that I didn't want to walk to the house naked, especially with a dressed boy with me. Strangers might not know how old I am, but all my neighbors know that I am an adult. Sir got out of the car on his side. He came around the front of the car and handed me a t-shirt. He commanded me to put the shirt on because, he said, "I know you like being naked, but your neighbors don't need to see you naked yet." I struggled to get the shirt on over my head. This shirt was about 5 sizes too small. I finally got it on but not without some rips. I pulled the shirt down my torso. With it pulled down tightly I got it just cover my dick, but my balls were visible as was half my ass. It was dark out so it would be unlikely for anybody to see that I was really exposed without them coming over to talk with me. I knew that would not happen. I stood up, and Sir told me to put my arm over his shoulder, and he put his arm around my ass. This did nothing to make my hard nail go soft. It liked the close personal contact. Sir directed me to the back entrance to my house. Sir first told me to now hand him his shirt back. He said we were in the back where nobody else could see. Then he took the keyring with the house key on it and finally found the correct key to unlock the door. He opened the door and walked in. I took a step to follow him in, but he turned around and told me to step back. He said I would be walking in the front door. He would go in the house and let me in the front door. I was to walk to the front door and ring the doorbell, and he would let me in. So, I walked to the front door as quickly as I could without running, and rang the doorbell as instructed. As I stood there waiting a light came on at the next door neighbors front porch. That light lit me up pretty good. At least it made this naked boy feel even more exposed. Then the neighbors front door opened, and out walked my 13-year-old neighbor boy. At this exact moment Sir turned my front porch light on. Now I knew that I was totally exposed if the boy wanted to look. He did. More to cum... Please let me know what you think of this story, good or bad. Let me know if it got you off. Feel free to send pictures (legal only, 18 and older) of the results of your reading this story. Also, I had one reader tell me that the presence of women in the first chapter was a turn off for him. Shall I write the women out of the story, or dose their presence heighten your horny-ness? 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