READER PLEASE NOTE:  This is a work of pure fiction based on real people, so should not offend anyone, yet inevitably it will because of the subject matter.  This story includes cross-dressing, bondage, and sexual experimentation by minors (no adults) and you may find it offensive.  However, if you are interested in the thoughts and fantasies of a couple of unique young boys (one of them was me), then read on.  Either way, you've been warned!  Categories:  TG, BD, SM, femdom, pre-teen, MM.

 

What Really Happened...

by Ami Lamida

 

Chapter 2

As I waited there in the pool house, watching my helpless sissy friend struggle against his bondage, it suddenly dawned on me that I may be stuck there all night if I don't do something.  Worse was the realization that I'd left my clothes in plain sight should anyone bother to open the basement door.  Along with these thoughts, I imagined how Melissa would react if she figured out that I'd been in her room and purloined shoes and a coat.

What really scared me was that I wasn't sure if I was worried about being discovered, or worried that I wouldn't be discovered.  So many of my childhood fantasies revolved around having someone like Melissa doing to me exactly what she liked to do to Larry.  Yet the reality of the situation frightened me.  Either way, I knew I was going to have to take a chance and try sneaking into the house for my regular clothes.  I certainly couldn't go home and face my family dressed like a sexy female Easter bunny.

But I was too horny at that moment to think about making my move.  Seeing Larry in his Cinderella costume and admiring myself in the mirror in my costume, then thinking about the two of us in bondage together brought me to climax again and again.  I lost count of how many times I climaxed, but after about an hour I was fully drained and the bunny costume was fully soaked.  Like I said, I was a horny little guy - you might call it "precocious".

As soon as I was drained and satisfied, reality came flooding back in to my mind, as usual.  I have always thought more clearly when my urges were quieted.  Panting and sweating despite the chill in the air, I realized with a start that I had to get into the house and get my own clothes back as soon as possible.  Melissa was bound to come back to torment some more as soon as she became bored or whatever it was that set her off.

I opened the door of the pool house just enough to see through the back windows of the house.  Across the distance, I could see no sign of anyone through the windows.  I crept out of the pool house, pausing only long enough to glance at Larry - he seemed a little red in the hands and face from his hours in bondage, but he was a small and light and apparently accustomed to this torture.  He blinked at me.  I took that to mean he was okay.  I continued creeping to the back door and peered in...still nobody in sight.

I opened the door as quietly as possible.  I could hear a little giggling, but it seemed distant.  The girls were probably in Melissa's room.  I removed the shoes and coat I'd borrowed from Melissa's closet, and crept through the kitchen to the hall.  Peering around the corner, I could see that the hall was clear.  The girl's voices were definitely coming from Melissa's room and the door was open.

The door to the basement, where I'd left my clothes, was only about ten feet away, with Melissa's doorway about five feet beyond it.  I had to be as stealthy as possible so as not to be seen or heard, but it seemed possible.  Sure enough, I made it to the basement door and quietly pushed it open without incident.

I crept down the stairs into the relative darkness of the basement and waited a few minutes for my eyes to adjust to the scant light.  As my eyes slowly adjusted, I began to get a horrible feeling in the pit of my stomach.  Something was wrong.  I could make out more details by the second, but my clothes weren't there!  I knew right where I had left them, and they were gone.

Before I could even work out what had happened to my clothes, I heard the loud thump of the basement door slamming against the wall.  My first instinct was to look up into the light of the hallway, and my second instinct was to hide, but I wasn't nearly quick enough.  I had been caught literally like a deer in the headlights, and my captors were holding my clothing before them.

"Looking for these?" Melissa asked, smiling sweetly with a definite hint of evil mischief playing in her eyes.  Of course, I stood frozen and speechless.  Conflicting thoughts battled for supremacy in my mind.  I had fantasized about being caught by Melissa, but the reality was something much more dreadful.  Suddenly, thoughts ran through my mind of Melissa calling the police and me being arrested and hauled in to the police station still dressed in Melissa's bunny costume.  Even more probable was the next thought, that of Melissa spreading the story through the entire school.  Either way, my social life would be over and I was in for the worst time of my life.

Melissa's friend began howling with laughter and exclaimed, "Well look at the cute little bunny rabbit!  Don't you just want to pinch those wittle cheeks?"

Melissa was a little less amused, though she kept that evil grin on her face.  "What I'd like to do is kick his fluffy little ass.  That's my costume, little boy.  What do you have to say for yourself?"

"Umm..." I stammered.  "I uh...well, I was just..."  I hesitated, not wanting to get Larry into more trouble.  I couldn't think of anything to say other than, "I'm sorry."

"No, but you're going to be," she promised, replacing her evil grin with an even more evil frown.  Still frozen to the floor, the only thing I could think to do as she descended the stairs and grabbed me, was to cover up the somewhat obvious stain I'd made in the leotard with the pretty pink raincoat.  Of course, that didn't have the desired effect, and Melissa was immediately drawn to the spot.  Forcing my hands aside, she nodded knowingly.  "Just as I thought.  You're a little sissy pervert just like my brother.  In fact, I'll bet you were outside with him, doing God knows what.  Well I know how to deal with little sissies like you."

She grabbed me in a bear hug - she was incredibly strong for her size - and hauled me up the stairs.  Her friend took the shoes I'd been carrying out of my hands.  I was carried roughly to Melissa's room and thrown on her bed.  The girl was much stronger than she looked and I knew it was pointless to fight her.

"So, you like to play dress up, huh?  I've got just the thing for you."  She wrestled me onto my stomach, though I was really too scared to resist her.  Apparently, she had already planned my humiliation because she had placed a pair of flesh-colored tights nearby to tie my wrists with.  She tied my wrists much tighter than I ever tied myself.  One leg of the tights was wrapped around my wrists the other around my ankles, effectively hog-tying me.  She then rolled me onto my back again and stuffed a pair of silky blue panties in my mouth and tied that in place with a scarf.  "That should hold you while we work.  Sandra, bring me my makeup kit.  Not the good stuff - you know - the girly stuff I use on Larry."

As Sandra retrieved the makeup, my mind seemed to ease.  In fact, I was getting horny again, and I'm pretty sure it showed.  But I couldn't help it.  Being tied up and dominated by a strong girl was one of my fondest fantasies.  It was finally happening to me.  I was in heaven, though I now worried about the potential hell to come.

The girls took turns putting makeup on me.  They removed my gag in order to apply some glittery pink lipstick, which matched the pink eye shadow they had applied.  The gag was replaced with some clear packing tape, which they wrapped all the way around my head.  It was going to hurt getting the tape out of my hair, but I'm sure that was according to Melissa's plan.  She truly was evil, and I think I was falling in love with her.

Her friend was just a lackey, but she seemed to enjoy the whole spectacle.  After they finished my makeup, they put a fuzzy teddy bear between my legs and Sandra took a few pictures.  I must have been quite a sight with the bunny costume and the childish makeup.  Those pictures and others would steer my actions for years to come, and I knew it from that very moment.

"I know!  Let's put the two sissies together and take some pictures," Sandra suggested merrily.

"Of course, silly.  Sissies need to stick together.  I'm going to REALLY stick them together.  Would you like that, little sissy boy?"

"Mmmmhff..." was all I could answer.  Of course I would like it, but I played scared so that Melissa wouldn't change her mind.  This was going much better than I could have imagined.

"See?  The sissy likes that idea!  Put those shoes back on her, Sandra."  Melissa rolled me back onto my stomach and untied my ankles, but not my hands.  Sandra buckled the dress shoes onto my feet.  Melissa passed the loose end of the tights through my legs so she could lead me from the front with it.  I was led like a puppy outside to where Larry had been tied to the swing set.

"Want some company, Larry?  We found your little friend here in the house dressed in MY bunny costume.  Of course, I prefer him having to wear it to me having to wear it, but he still needs to be punished for stealing.  I also know you two were doing something bad earlier, so you're BOTH going to have to be punished.  Sandra, there's some more rope in the pool house.  Go and get it, please."

I looked up at Larry and saw a relieved expression.  I was pleased to see that even though he knew more torture was imminent, he was coming to accept my presence.  We both knew there were more humiliations to come, but neither of us was alone anymore.  Though the tape around my mouth prevented it, I hoped that Larry could tell I was smiling.

The rope was brought, and my hands were re-tied in front of me.  The rope was passed over the crossbar, and I was lifted slightly off the ground so I was nose to nose with Larry.  My legs were spread and tied to the inside of Larry's legs, and several loops of the rope were tied around our waists, pulling us closely together.  I was as helpless as Larry had been the whole afternoon and loving it.

I could feel the silky pleasure of our tights sliding against each other as we both squirmed, seeking a more comfortable position.  The material of Larry's petticoat and dress made swishing noises between my thighs.  I could feel Larry's warm breath on my cheek, and my tiny penis grew harder than ever before and began to throb.  I spilled my blissful juices inside the leotard within seconds and marveled at my ability to do so.

"Have fun you two," Melissa giggled.  Laughing and whispering, they left us and went into the house.

I felt sexually exhausted by that point, but the throbbing didn't quit.  I never realized before that I had that semen in me.  My belly and inner thighs were soaked from it, but I could feel the tension building again.  Larry wasn't really up to my speed yet, but he was starting to make slow humping motions into my groin.  It nearly drove me crazy with desire and I found myself matching his rhythm.

It was difficult to get solid contact with each other even with our waists bound together.  There was a lot fabric between us, but that didn't stop us, and in a few minutes I could tell he had climaxed.  The mixed look of delight and shame on his face caused me to climax within seconds.  My mind went numb and Larry began to sob.

Somewhere through the fog in my mind, I knew how Larry felt.  I wanted to comfort Larry and tell him I understood, but with us both helplessly tied and gagged, there wasn't much I could do.  I have sobbed in shame several times throughout my years of cross-dressing and self-bondage.  I knew how Larry could endure the sissy clothing, bondage, and humiliation before now when he was able to blame his feelings on his sister, but he was learning to enjoy it of his own free will.

The first realization that you are a pervert is the worst.  You feel like you are less than human, but you know you can never change because you are addicted to your perversion.  You see a life of pleasure and shame ahead of you, and you think that you are worthless, forgetting that there is more to a person than their sexual habits.  You want to crawl under a rock, die, and be forgotten.

But of course, I couldn't explain these things to him right then.  All I could do is rub my warm cheek against his cold, wet cheek and make sympathetic sounds.  His tears smeared makeup on my cheek, but it actually seemed to ease his pain.  I knew he would be more comfortable with his feelings eventually.  I was long past feeling ashamed.  I had finally found someone to share my experiences with as well as somebody to dominate me.

After Larry calmed down, my attention focused on my own situation again.  Though there was nothing I could do, I still worried about the potential of being spotted by Larry's parents, a neighbor, or worst of all - by someone I knew from school.  But knowing I had a new friend who understood my feelings helped.

I was beginning to ache in my shoulders.  It had probably only about half an hour, but already my hands felt like ice.  I could see them beginning to turn blue.  Larry had those silky Cinderella gloves on, but he must have been numb by now too.  I was starting to think maybe I should have fought for my freedom or maybe not gone inside for my clothes in the first place.  But there was no way to explain the bunny costume to my family.  This went a little beyond playing with friends.

Luckily, it wasn't but a few minutes longer before Melissa and her friend came back.  Of course, they hadn't come to release us yet, but maybe they would see my blue hands and take pity.  There wasn't much pity in Melissa's heart - certainly none for a submissive sissy thief and friend of her sissy brother, but one can always hope.

"So how do the two sissies like being tied up together?"  Larry and I exchanged exhausted but sympathetic looks.  Melissa saw what she wanted to see in our eyes.  "Aww, Sandra, look at them!  I think the two sissies are in love.  Don't you think so?"

"Oh yes, Melissa.  They are definitely head over heals for each other."

"Well, I don't think our little sissy thief has learned his lesson yet.  Go get me that stick over there."

Larry shot me a nervous look, and I was getting bit nervous myself.  I knew that stick would be used on us, and I haven't ever been whipped before.  My parents never raised a hand to their kids - but I had fantasized about it when I was dressed and bound before.  I only hoped it was as good as in my fantasies.  Sandra came back with a thin, green willow whip.  It looked too flexible to do serious damage, but it was thin enough that I knew it was going to sting.  Having the abuse come from a domineering girl like Melissa only enhanced my anticipation and my penis was getting hard again.  I don't think I've ever had more erections in my life than I did that day.

Melissa tested the switch in the air, and I heard a soft, high-pitched whistle.  Seemingly not quite satisfied, she put the switch between her teeth, and lifted up our coats and Larry's dress, tucking the material into the rope around our waists.  I could now feel the cool breeze chilling my semen-soaked legs.  I felt very exposed and helpless.  I couldn't wait for that first stroke.

Again, I heard the sound of the switch cutting through the air behind me.  It whistled several times and each time I tensed, awaiting the first impact.  Finally, on the fifth whistle, it struck my panty-clad bottom.  I wasn't quite ready, and I yelped into my gag.  Quickly the sting faded into a dull burn, and I felt my organ throb in anticipation of the next bite of the willow.

Again she struck me, and my heart started racing.  Blood throbbed through my penis, and my bottom was beginning to feel very warm.  She struck me again and again, at first concentrating on my buttocks, sometimes missing and striking my upper thighs.  The pace increased to a frenzy after a few minutes.  Each time I felt the bite of the willow I twitched and felt the thrill of pleasure on my front side.

The beating went on for probably five minutes, but it felt like an eternity.  Finally I climaxed, breathing heavily though my taxed nostrils.  She continued whipping me for a few seconds after that, but started to lose interest when she noticed I was not really twitching anymore.  I just hung there in limp bliss, numb to the blows.

"Aw, he's no fun anymore - time to work on my dear little sister.  Wanna give it a try Sandra?  My arm is tired."

Larry shot me another nervous look, but I was too contented to respond.  He closed his eyes and waited.  When the first blow struck and he pushed his hips towards me, I thought I would die.  My member was still throbbing and very sensitive after the day's abuses, but I couldn't avoid Larry's motions, crushing his groin into mine.  The pain of the additional stimulation was exquisite.  If I wasn't still horny, I probably would have passed out from the pleasure and pain.

It took longer for Larry to start enjoying it, but he eventually caught on to the rhythm and pleasure of the pain.  Soon he was grinding himself hard into me, and quickly climaxed.  I almost climaxed again myself, or maybe I did, but I was so drained I couldn't tell.  Whatever happened, I was glad when it was finally over.  I was wiped out.

When Larry stopped moving, Sandra looked angrily at the switch and threw it aside.  "Darn.  We need something more painful."

"Let them down, Sandra, but don't untie them.  I think I might want to keep the new sissy here for the weekend.  This is too much fun.  I'm sure I can think of something else while the new sissy calls his mommy and asks her if he can stay the night."

Stay the night?  This was too good to be true!  I hoped that my mother wouldn't mind.

 

...end Chapter 2

 

COPYRIGHT:  This is my story and I reserve the right to grant permission before it is copied or reprinted (though most likely I will grant said permission if politely asked).  Misrepresenting this material as anyone's other than mine is strictly prohibited.  Although no material is used from anyone else's stories, this story is partly based on the story "A Night of Fun" by Laura Ellis.  Laura's "A Night of Fun", while not the great prose, is probably the most erotic story I've ever read (even more so if it is actually true), and I just had to put my young self into Laura's story to see what would happen.  This is the result.

   

  

  

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