By now the outside world had ceased to exist for all three of them. All that any one of them cared about, Richard especially, was the idea that under instructions from Sarah, Richard was now profoundly humbled and meant to display in some form his manhood to two female classmates. For his part, Richard was desperate to get deeper into the ceremony. By now the bell that rang deep in his mind was going off nearly all the time, creating a subsuming and lovely spell of its own. He couldn't stop this event if he wanted to.
Emily felt a sweet constant bubbling excitement, and something like amazement, even awe at how Sarah gave orders without seeming to give orders. She was keenly aware of the imbalance of power in the room, and of the way that Richard was automatically following Sarah's instructions. Because she could sense that the girls held the power, she felt empowered to gaze at Richard's body, and began to take interest in it, looking more closely than she ever had at more of Richard.
She examined Richard's feet, noting how, because he was kneeling, his toes and then knees met the floor. She noted that his feet and even a few toes had a small quantity of hair on them. She could follow his legs up to the red swim trunks, see the protrusion of his penis, which definitely had grown in size, and the way he had hurriedly bunched his shirt into the top of his trunks. There was a little hair even on the higher flanks of his thighs just below the trunks.
Sarah turned to Emily and with a hint of gloating said, "Richard seems especially anxious to please us now, doesn't he?" Sarah nodded her head toward Richard.
Emily smirked back at her. She thought to herself, "Wow, so this is what a showing is like."
"He'd be happy to show us how his penis gets hard," Sarah said. Then she turned back to Richard and allowed a slight edge of contempt to creep into her voice as she said, "Ask me again to let you squeeze yourself. I want to see you do it right here in front of me."
Richard aimed his gaze at Sarah and rather feebly said, "Please, Sarah, tell me to squeeze my penis for you."
"Oh, this is something, Ricard," she said bitingly. "You desperately want to get yourself hard for us, don't you? If I say squeeze it, Richard, you will show us how boys squeeze their own penises. Marvelous. Grab the head of your penis and wait until I tell you to squeeze it."
Sarah and Emily both watched as Richard felt with thumb and forefinger through the fabric of his trunks for his penis. His thumb and finger traveled to the head and then pushed the material of his trunks tight around it. It felt warm and slightly stiff to him.
"Very good, Richard," said Sarah. "Now gently squeeze and keep it squeezed. I'll tell you when to stop."
Richard tentatively compressed the fabric around the tip of his penis. Both girls openly watched. Richard squirmed on his knees. He did not seem capable of being completely still now. He fought with the instinct to thrust his hips forward.
They sat watching for about half a minute. This was enough time to have the nature of the circumstances settle heavily into Richard's mind. He became acutely aware that he was tenderly gripping his penis in the presence of two girls. The purpose of this experience loomed in his thinking.