Mandy's hand reached for the brass zipper and pulled. More ineffectual kicking from Bobby, kicks which completely missed any target. Rachel and Titch pulled down the jeans, despite the wriggling legs had the trainers and socks off and pulled the jeans downwards restricting his leg movements.
Rachel shook her head. The bulge in Bobby's boxers was there but not the big bulge Rachel had been expecting and wanting. She pouted and nodded to the other girls who hooked one finger each into the waistband of the boxers.
From her jeans pocket Rachel produced a tin of Vaseline. The other two girls looked at it. Mandy hunched her shoulders and grinned broadly. Rachel nodded and the boxers began their downwards journey.
A lot of muffled protest and wriggling from Bobby but the downwards movement was inexorable and out into the open came his flaccid penis and his white bottom. Rachel leant around Bobby to see the state of his penis and shook her head at the girls. It was not at all tumescent even if it was big. She began to unscrew the tin.
A great big glob of the petroleum jelly scooped up on her fingers and then Rachel moved her fingers forward, not around to his front to grease Bobby's penis, not to make it rise all shining and slick but instead into the crack of his buttocks. She inserted the glob of jelly between the cheeks and began to slide her fingers up and down greasing the crack, her finger inevitably running over the rubbery corrugations of his anus. And greasing that was her object. Another glob but this time she pushed a finger in. Easy enough with all the Vaseline. Bobby, for his part, tried to escape the invading finger, pulling his body forward and away with his feet, but with the rope holding up his arms there was only so far he could go and Rachel's invading digit simply followed his moving buttocks and burrowed further.
"Mmphmo."
Up to her knuckle and then a second finger slipping in on the Vaseline. Back and forth working the sphincter and easing it.
Standing at Bobby's front her two friends were watching. Smiling at the struggles the boy was making. Mandy looked at Rachel and nodded, indicating with her eyes. Rachel peered around Bobby and there lifting itself up into the air was his wonderfully large penis. She watched, as her fingers moved around in his bottom, the penis undress all by itself, the foreskin rolling back to reveal Bobby's really rather big and bulbous knob. Magnificent, but so attached to the wrong boy! The girls were going to have some fun with that and Bobby. They were going to teach him a lesson.
Beneath his erection his equally big balls swung at his struggle to escape the invading digits. Rachel's smile broadened the more. There was going to be more to escape than that.
Delving within her own jeans, kept nice and warm – body temperature – right inside her panties and very intimate with her own sex. Rachel pulled out one of her dildos. Not too large but very realistic – and importantly realistically warm. Rachel attached it to the harness she was already wearing and then reached and pulled apart Bobby's already well greased cheeks. There she could see his wrinkled arse hole. The arse she had planned to invade with Mr Tom but been thwarted by Bobby's revelation that his erection was just as big. Well, he was not going to escape this time!
As agreed Titch knelt in front of Bobby and opened her mouth, holding it just beyond his erection.
Rachel touched and pushed giving Bobby the sudden feel not of a finger but the very realistic feeling of a warm knob touching his arse. As expected the shock produced a violent reaction away from the dildo; Bobby thrusting forward causing his penis to push straight into the waiting mouth; Rachel followed the movement having no intention of letting him escape. The sudden soft and warm wetness of Titch's mouth caused an immediate counter reaction away and back onto Rachel's dildo. Bobby impaled himself, the plastic sliding easily on the Vaseline into his bottom.
Bobby's hips pushed and pulled trying to escape the penis in his bottom on the one hand and the sucking mouth on his penis.
"Mmpphmo!" It was a real wail.
It had all worked so perfectly, just as Rachel and the girls had hoped. Bobby undoubtedly believing he was being used by a group of men. One in his bottom, the other sucking his cock. Psychological torture! It was perfect.
Rachel reached around and grasped the thick erection. It was so big in her hand; so big that her fingers did not meet. She squeezed. The message being to emphasise that Bobby had erected at the unknown play to his bottom and was still erect. It was slightly annoying how nice it felt. Despite her crossness with Bobby, she could not help her body reacting to the firm penis, thick and warm in her hand,to the naked boy and, indeed, what she was doing to him.
Bobby was still wriggling, still trying to get away but they had him. They well and truly had him! Perhaps now was the time to reveal who his captors were and what was to happen. Not actually a succession of erections up his bum: the original plan had been to have one mystery boy, at least, do that but they were fairly sure none of their friends would have been prepared to do that particular deed however much the girls might have offered to help and what they might have offered in return. They had discussed it. They had discussed the reward – certainly the boy being offered the opportunity of bedding the three of them together and doing anything he wanted – but they had not thought Simon or even Burt Sampann would have been prepared to do or, perhaps importantly, could have been trusted to keep the secret. Amusing as it might have been!
Rachel indicated with her hands and the other two girls moved to pull off Bobby's jeans and boxers completely leaving him naked with Rachel fucking his bottom. Grabbing one ankle each they pulled and left him suspended as they tied a rope to each ankle and then tied the rope ends securely to the old shed on either side leaving Bobby spread-eagled rather like that Leonardo da Vinci drawing of a naked man – only that man did not have an erection or, for that matter, a girl fucking his bottom! Rachel's hand moved from shaft downwards to hold Bobby's balls in the palm of his hand. Just like the bull in the field Bobby's hung big and low. Such a vulnerability to girls who were cross.
As Rachel pushed away at Bobby's bottom she lifted and lightly fondled Bobby's balls. She could feel within the wrinkled skin the smooth egg shapes of his testes. Such a vulnerability to vengeful girls! With his legs so spread they were just hanging there ready to be crushed - like eggs could be!
Rachel leant forward pushing her upper body close to Bobby. Perhaps he might feel her breasts but it no longer mattered. She stuck her tongue into his right ear and wiggled it. Perhaps he had not felt her breasts – he certainly did not like the tongue! Bobby pulled his head away but trussed as he was he could not go far!
"You went too fucking far with that Lezzie stuff, Bobby." It was the first spoken words, given close to his ear. The first indication to Bobby he was not the prisoner of men but cross girls. His struggling stopped, with, what Rachel hoped, was relief flooding over him but as her hand closed a little tighter around his balls there was a sudden stiffening of his body as realisation dawned that rather than the feeling of a warm masculine squirting in his rectum he was about to feel that masculine pain of crushed balls. Was he going to? Oh yes he was! Her fingers closed. She had not done this for real before, had never had cause to knee a guy in the groin. This was not kneeing: this was much more personal. Her hand - his balls. She squeezed quite hard. There was not an immediate reaction, almost as if there was a delay, and then Bobby shook. His sucking in of breath and shaking revealing he was in pain.
Rachel grinned at her friends and began gently stroking Bobby's penis. "I hope that didn't hurt Bobby? No? Well, I'll do it again. Just the right one twixt finger and thumb. Would you like Mandy to hold the left? Yes? You need to speak up."
"Mmmph."
"You would?"
She felt Mandy's fingers in position. "One, two, three, squeeze!"
It was more than clear Bobby did not like the attention his balls were receiving.
"Come on Titch, give Bobby another little suck. He's liking this!"
Bobby might have liked the sucking but he was not enjoying the squeezing.
"Shall we let you speak?" Her hand cupped both balls, just gently fondling.
A nod to Mandy and the gag was removed.
"No, Rachel, please don't. Aaaagh no!"
She had squeezed again!
"Don't you like my penis in your bottom?" She jerked her hips at him.
"No, Rachel, please..."
"Mistress, that's the word, Bobby, you are being overly familiar. You are here to be punished by Mistress Mandy, Mistress Titch and myself. Mistress Titch is being very nice to you sucking your penis isn't she?"
"Yes. But not my... aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah, fuck, don't do that Rachel."
"Mistress! Bobby. One more mistake like that and..."
"Mistress Rachel, please no, it hurts."
"It's meant to Bobby. It's meant to. Titch, why don't you kiss Bobby's poor little balls better."
Rachel watched Titch take first one ball and then the other in her mouth and massage them with her tongue. No doubt soothing for Bobby. That had been the idea. That had been the plan.
"Are they nice, Titch, good enough to eat?"
"Mmmm, Rachel," there was a giggle from her, "all soft, succulent and juicy."
"Go on then, bite into one."
Mandy giggled as well. They had planned much of this and the phrases.
"Fuck, no, please! Aaaagh!"
