The following is the second segment of an ongoing story. Sorry it took me a while to get back to this one. The tale is fiction; any correlation to real persons alive or dead is purely happenstance. The first segment of the story, although poorly edited, my apology, had Jeffrey caught nude while skinny dipping. A forceful and lovely game warden punishes and controls young Jeffrey. This chapter picks up on the blackmail that ensued. The first story is short, but it tells of her taking pics of him naked. Now, the saga continues with how she plans to leverage his photo chronicled indiscretion. I changed the narration point of view. I wanted to express more character thoughts; I hope it will make the story more enjoyable. The plan was to finish this before Halloween, but it did not happen.
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Two weeks had passed since his run-in with the game warden; Jeffrey had behaved and not played with himself as Officer Clark had demanded, for the first week. But after the first week, Jeffrey went back to his old ways. When his mother left for work that morning, Jeffrey was alone at last. Jeffrey never masturbated while his mother was home for fear of her punishment. Jeffrey began having his morning tug; he stroked his shaft slowly. It was the first Monday of summer break. Jeffrey's hand lazily rubbed his schlong, and he felt horny after a weekend of abstinence. The video of a leather-clad vixen playing on his laptop filled him with lust until his cell phone buzzed on his nightstand.
It was a text from an unknown number. It was a picture captioned, "Here is a picture Jeffrey Nixon Pervert." Jeffrey opened the message, and the image was Jeffrey naked on the rock with his hands cuffed. The picture wantonly showed his exposed hard-on.
Jeffrey typed, "I hope this is from you, Officer Clark." Jeffrey pressed send as he worriedly held his rapidly deflating shaft, no longer able to sustain the illusion. Then Jeffrey remembered how powerful Officer Clark had controlled him. A new fantasy came and entered his mind, and his erection slowly returned.
"I haven't shared it yet, but you better cooperate if you want it to remain between us," Cybil Clark's text answered.
"I will do anything," Jeffrey answered. Jeffrey thought officer Clark had forgotten about the incident and previously was disappointed: but now, Jeffrey's heart raced with anticipation. Jeffrey thought, you and Elaine, remembering how Elaine had watched his subjugation just out of sight two weeks before. Jeffrey had relished the exhibitionist aspect of having another woman witness his plight.
"Are you working this summer?" C.C. Cybil assumed he would do the usual look for work during summer to pay for college costs.
"Not yet, have not been hired," J.N.
'What will she require of me,' Jeffrey wondered as he toyed with his manhood in anticipation.
"Good. I am on vacation next two weeks, and I expect you to serve me," C.C.
"I will have to ask my Mom," J.N.
"Are you nineteen?" CC Cybil had seen his I.D, so the question was more a rhetorical dig than an inquiry.
"Yes, but I still live here and must respect her wishes," J.N.
"Ask her then; maybe she can pack your luggage for you," C.C. twisting the knife a little.
"How long will I be away?" J.N. Jeffrey ignored her ribbing.
"Ten days of naked servitude, some of it on a houseboat on beautiful Lake Shasta. The houseboat rental is from Saturday through Friday," C.C.
Jeffrey rushed a text off to his mother, and quickly his mother replied. His mother's job as a realty office receptionist insured, he could usually communicate with her quickly. His text claimed he would spend time with a classmate and the classmate's family. She said she was okay with him going.
"I texted her at work, and she said yes," J.N. responded several minutes later.
"Have you played with your cock since I saw you?" C.C.
"Yes," Jeffrey admitted in his text.
"Naughty boy, come to 290 Tehama now for your punishment," C.C.
"I will be there in fifteen minutes," Jeffrey replied, longing to finish his business if only officer Clark had called a few minutes later, but now he wanted to be punished.
Jeffrey jumped into the shower and had a quick spritz. Jeffrey dried off and pulled on his shorts and T, stuffed his feet into his sandals, and rushed to his car. Jeffrey drove the ten blocks across Redding and down a tree-lined street. The broadleaf trees seemed to wither in the late May Redding sun. It was oppressively hot when he arrived at a small brick midcentury house. It was already cresting 100 at ten in the morning; the first of many seasonal heatwaves had already hit. The porch was the house's full width, standard in hot climates, anything to keep the places cool before air conditioning.
Hurriedly, Jeffrey walked up the walk and anxiously rang the doorbell, frightened to be late as his promised fifteen minutes were nearly up. Impatiently, Officer Clark, dressed in civilian clothes, answered the door. Jeffrey had never seen her out of her uniform, and he liked what he saw as his eyes indicated. Cybil looked quite different out of her uniform. Cybil wore a black spaghetti strapped form-fitted leather look dress that accentuated her curves. The dress's cut showed the top of her bosom, and the leather was light enough that Jeffrey could see the extruding form of her nipples' points, just the topography of the luscious mounds showed.
"Come in and remove all your clothes, leave them folded neatly in the entry," Cybil Clark said curtly.
Jeffrey began removing his six items of clothing and folding them neatly. He took off his T-shirt and folded it while his now bare torso felt the chill of the air conditioning. Jeffrey kicked off his leather sandals and took off his cargo shorts. Finally, he took off his watch and boxer shorts. His naked body slowly acclimated to the stark difference in temperature as the young man piled them on a small entry table. Jeffrey would often run around his mother's house naked while she was out, but this was different; he was not alone this time.
As Jeffrey entered the quaint living room, the young nudist was surprised to see another woman sitting on the couch across a glass coffee table from Cybil. The living room had a glass curio cabinet filled with crystal figurines of amorous couples. Some were quite graphic, and his penis began to stir. The front window's thick red drapes drawn shut to keep out the hot morning sun, though the window drapes on the side of the room away from the sun were open to allow in light. A window of the neighbor's house lined up directly with this window, which caused Jeffrey distress. Redding, a small city, was a gossipy place. Jeffrey covered his groin self-consciously.
"This is my stepmother, Beverly," Cybil said.
Beverly looked about forty-five and sexy like Cybil. Beverly was tall with long legs, but Cybil was larger on top. They both had brunet hair and lovely faces. Beverly had just a hint of wrinkles around her eyes; she looked relatively young for her age. Beverly appeared to be dressed for the office in a smart blue blazer over a white button-up blouse and matching blue skirt. The skirt went only to her mid-thigh, and one of her blue thigh-high stocking tops elastic band showed. With her blouse unbuttoned and dangling atop her exposed cleavage was a necklace with a vine encircled solid gold Celtic tri-knot. The attire looked a bit hot for the Redding heat.
Jeffrey was excited to be nude in front of them but was disturbed by what might mean about his character. His mother had instilled a deep sense of propriety into him. Jeffrey tried to carry himself just as his mother taught him always. He was genuinely concerned about things that people might say about him in such a small town. Jeffrey was standing directly in front of the open window, and for all the boy knew, someone who had contact with his mother might live there. The windows were less than fifteen feet apart, and he felt danger.
"Put your hands at your side this instant," Beverly said forcefully.
Jeffrey complied immediately, though he was concerned about being caught naked by persons unknown.
"You are right, Cybil; he is perfect. Just the type for which we have been looking. The ideal subject," Beverly said.
"You think so?" Cybil said.
Jeffrey looked down at the floor.
"Turn around slowly so we can see your body," Cybil said.
