LESBIANS PREFER LITTLE BOYS

BY TOMMY
encoretommy@yahoo.fr

[ part 2 ]

The bubbles stuck to his nose and he brushed them off. He looked round at the large bathroom. He’d only been in the bath about five minutes. The water was a little too hot, but he’d got used to it as usual, lowering himself gently into it, an inch at a time. At least the ladies had left him in peace for a while.

His dinner had been good. Sausages, fries, ketchup, bread – mostly heated up in the microwave – but good nonetheless. Oh and a large glass of milk, which they had told him he had to finish! At least it had been nice and cold, though the last mouthful had tasted strange.

They’d left him to eat alone in the bedroom, but not before issuing strict instructions on how he was to wash the plate and cutlery before having his bath. Ah yes, the bath. The short woman had run that for him. He’d seen her squirt in the bubble bath. He liked bubbles.

Of course, he’d cried again when they’d left him. He wanted his Mummy so badly. Why did they choose him? His bottom still felt a bit sore but not as much as before. Oh, that had been awful! Did they really spank boys like that years ago? Even over his shorts it had been painful!

He’d placed his clothes on the chair near the bath, but he hadn’t found any pyjamas. He hadn’t looked in the cupboard in the other room. Ah, he’d forgotten that one! The large cupboard in the bedroom had just contained lots of funny looking things - but nothing he could wear. If the ladies didn’t come back, he’d have to wear his pants and vest to sleep in. He yawned and splashed some bubbles over him. Perhaps he’d wake up and it was all a silly dream, perhaps….

The door opened. “Ah what a good little boy, already in the bath!” Deirdre entered the bathroom, followed by Tina, a camcorder in her hands. Tina laughed. “Just look at all the bubbles” she said, scooping a few up in her hand. “I bet you’ve been having a great time here!”

Ben looked at them nervously. He’d done what they said, hadn’t he? Washed up, put his clothes on the chair, got into the bath. Surely they’d leave him now to have a bath and…

“Right Ben, put your head back” said Deirdre, already putting some shampoo on her hand. “Let’s get you nice and clean.” The boy scarcely had time to react. His hair was washed, his ears and neck scrubbed.

“P..please miss” he blurted through a torrent of water dropping from his head, “Miss, I can wash myself miss, really, I can…” Deirdre laughed and glanced at Tina who was filming from the end of the bath. “Don’t be silly Ben. Boys your age never wash themselves properly.” She quickly soaped his shoulders and back. “Stand up please Ben.”

Reluctantly, Ben stood up, bubbles dropping from him, a few still clinging here and there. Deirdre saw he kept his hands clasped together in front of him and smiled. She finished washing his back and tummy. His backside was still covered with a layer of bubbles, which she wiped off.

“Move your hands away please Ben” she said pleasantly, running the bar of soap up one leg. She soaped the other leg. “Hands by your sides Ben!” she repeated, smiling at him.

She saw him swallow nervously. “Don’t be silly Ben” she whispered, still smiling. Ben felt a tear forming. He had no choice. Slowly he moved his hands. “Good boy, now let’s see how clean I can make your little bits and pieces shall we?” Ben wished he could just disappear. His face reddened as he felt her fingers sliding between his legs, around his little balls and teasing his willy. She held his balls in her hand soaped them very gently. Her other hand teased his foreskin, gently easing it back. Suddenly he flinched and pulled it out of her grasp.

“Oh did that hurt?” she asked, a worried look on her face. Ben looked confused. “It..it didn’t feel nice miss” he replied after a few seconds. Deirdre laughed. “Oh Ben, of course it didn’t. That’s because you’re not used to having it washed properly. Look, I’ll show you…”

To Ben’s intense embarrassment, she held his small penis firmly and pointed to his foreskin. “When you wash your penis, Ben, you have to pull the foreskin all the way back. Now just stand still while I finish!”

It felt awful! Ben whimpered and clenched his buttocks as the lady applied more soap and slowly dragged his tight foreskin back over his little purple glans. She ran her finger over the uncovered area. “Ohhh miss!!” Ben jumped and almost fell. Tina laughed but Deirdre held the tip of the boy’s penis hard and looked at him angrily. “You silly boy” she said loudly, massaging the tip. “I’ve a good mind to take you straight to the schoolroom for a good spanking! Now be quiet!”

Deirdre glanced briefly at Tina. Yes, she was getting everything.

“You see Ben, it feels uncomfortable because you haven’t been washing yourself properly in the past.” She took his foreskin between her thumb and forefinger and pinched it to get his attention. “You see this skin here? Well, some boys have this cut off when they’re babies, others need it cutting off when they’re older, especially if the foreskin is too tight.

She saw Ben watching anxiously as she continued pulling it back, his mouth wide open and his legs shaking slightly. “There we are!” she exclaimed triumphantly. “All the way back!”

Tina took a close up as she ran her soapy fingers along his willy. With her other hand, she resumed her teasing of the boy’s delicate testicles, now relaxed by the hot water and hanging loosely between his legs. Such funny things, she thought, feeling each testicle in turn. Like two hardboiled eggs without their shell. So delicate. So vulnerable.

A cough from Tina jolted her out of her reverie and she realised with surprise that the boy’s penis was stiffening and was slowly lengthening in her hand. She grinned and ran her index finger up behind his balls. The effect was electric! His penis felt so hard now! She shook her head in wonder. Boys! These things between their legs… just so disgusting! Yet… so very interesting!

A picture in her head. Years ago. The children’s home. A boy pinning her to the wall while his friends watched. Holding his…his…horrible..

“Get it down Ben!” The words were quiet but spoken through clenched teeth. She closed her eyes and swallowed. Boys, men.. bastards, all of them! “Make it go soft again!” Her fingers tightened around the boy’s little scrotum. “Now Ben!”

Ben looked as if he wished the ground would swallow him up. Why did his thing always do this? Recently, it had been doing it more and more. But it felt so nice. Especially when he played with it under the bedclothes. When he rubbed it and started that tingly feeling and….. “S..sorry miss” he mumbled, his face bright red.

Tina sighed with pleasure as she got a good close up. This was great! She saw Deirdre grip the boy’s balls tighter. “Oww, please miss….” Deirdre squeezed harder. “Now Ben!”

As if realising the game was up, the boy’s penis started to fall, the excited nerves now competing for attention with the myriad of nerves now screaming from within the little dangling balls next to it.

Deirdre continued to squeeze until the sad little specimen had hung its head in shame and shrunk back to its rather pathetic looking floppy state.

“Right, now keep it like that!” Deirdre ordered, rinsing his privates with water. “Turn round, face the wall. That’s right. Good boy.” Ben felt her hands over his lower back, then running down his legs. A second later they were all over his bum, each buttock squeezed and fondled while Tina filmed.

“Bend forward slightly please Ben. Hands on your knees. Yes, good. Stick your bottom out. No, more! Good. Stay like that while I wash you properly!”

To Ben’s intense embarrassment, he felt her finger soaping the area deep between his buttocks. He wriggled his rear around wishing her fingers to leave, and presenting a most entertaining for the women in the process.

“Stop moving about Ben!” ordered Deirdre, removing her hand for a moment. “Keep absolutely still.” She paused. “I have to wash your bottom hole now and it’s going to feel a bit strange. If you wriggle again, I’ll give you something to wriggle about!”

Ben stood still and grimaced as he felt her finger slide inside him. This was horrible! Only once before had he felt this, a few years ago when a doctor had checked him for possible appendicitis. That had been awful, but had only lasted a few seconds. This lady was taking ages!

Deirdre glanced at Tina and winked. She’d read about what happened if you caressed a man’s prostate gland. Was it really such an erogenous zone as the magazines claimed? That was it, just there! Yes, she could definitely feel it, but Ben was only just starting puberty. Would it stimulate him in the same way?

“Good boy, Ben, nice and clean now” she said after a few minutes. She removed her finger and patted his bum. “I think you can get out of the bath now. Come on.” The boy straightened and she had to bite her lip from stop herself from giggling. Whether it was the prostate massage or the small dose of viagra and cialis she’d put in his food, she didn’t know, but the boy’s small manhood, only recently having been the object of criticism, was now sticking straight up defiantly, as though daring her to force it down as she’d done before.

There was a brief silence. “Ben, I really am most disappointed in you.” Deirdre’s words were spoken quietly, but her face was as dark as thunder. “How dare you exhibit such lack of self-control in our presence? You’re a naughty, dirty little boy, and naughty, dirty boys are severely punished. Out of the bath now!”

Confused and close to tears, the boy stepped out of the bath and was enveloped in a large warm towel before being led back into the large bedroom. Deirdre dried him quickly and then sat down. Much to his continued embarrassment, she removed the towel from him and threw it in the bathroom before sitting on the edge of the bed and taking his hands in hers. Ben was already crying, and she gently wiped a tear from his cheek. She shook her head in astonishment. His erection was still as rock hard as ever, pointing straight up her like an accusing finger.

“Oh Ben, whatever are we to do with you?” she asked, shaking her head slowly. To Tina’s delight, she took the boy’s throbbing penis in her hand. Ben gasped and Tina zoomed in on what her hand was doing. “You know Ben, that you deserve a very sore bottom for this, don’t you! A very sore bottom indeed!” She glanced at Tina and paused. “However, I wonder if there’s a way for you to show us how sorry you are. That way, I may be a little more lenient.”

Ben looked at her, biting his lip, his eyes red. What she was doing to him was so embarrassing, yet the nerves in his groin seem to cry out for more. What was going on? He shut his eyes and blinked again. He swallowed. “M…Miss, I’m sorry miss. Really miss, I…”

“Well, in that case, we’ll see how you behave tonight and maybe, just maybe, I won’t be too severe with you. Are you going to be good tonight Ben?” The boy nodded. He didn’t know what she meant, but whatever it was he’d do his best. The tone in her voice suggested that whatever she had planned as punishment was going to a lot worse than the spanking he’d received earlier. He had to avoid that at all costs!

“You see Ben, you’re going to be our little sex toy, and you have to work hard to make us happy – otherwise….” She kissed his nose and laughed at his expression. “No Ben” she said, putting her finger on his lips. “Don’t ask any questions. Just do exactly what we say and you might, just might avoid going to sleep tonight with a very red bottom.

He swallowed nervously. What did she mean? She’d said ‘sex toy’. He knew a bit about sex, well, the little he could remember from his classes, though they’d been a lot of giggling then. He saw the lady looking down and realised his erection had vanished. “Good boy” she said kindly. “Let’s keep it like that shall we?”

She stood up and went to the wardrobe. “Well then our little sex slave, shall we get you ready?” Ben looked around for something to put on. Perhaps they had pyjamas somewhere. He saw the tall lady looking at his privates and blushed. He hated being naked. What was he going to wear. He raised his hand. “Miss, what am I wearing miss? Can I get dressed now miss? I can’t see..” Deirdre laughed. “Oh Ben, don’t be silly. Do puppy dogs wear clothes?” Ben shook his head, looking puzzled. “No miss, but…” “Because I want you to be just like a little puppy dog.” She laughed again and sat down.

“Turn round Ben, that’s right. Hands behind your back. That’s right.” Deirdre opened a small leather bag and emptied the contents onto the bed. Ben felt her take his small hands and tie them together with something soft. “Good boy.” She turned him round again and tickled his tummy. “Doesn’t feel too tight, does it?” Ben shook his head. The leather straps binding his hands were strong but extremely soft. But what…?

“Now we put the reins on” she continued, glancing at Tina. “Do you know what reins are Ben?” He nodded. Deirdre smiled. “Well we sometimes use reins to control little boys. Look, I’ll show you.”

Ben jumped in surprise as her hand closed round his small balls. “Ssshh Ben, not a word!” she warned, seeing him about to speak. “I just have to put this on, thus…” She placed a tiny strap around the boy’s testicles and pulled it tight, making him wince. On the strap was a small metal ring, onto which she tied a long leather cord. “There, that’s one, now the other.”Ben watched in horror as she took his penis between her finger and thumb and stretched a thin piece of Velcro a few times round, just behind his little purple glans. The Velcro, like the strap now gripping the lad’s balls, also had a small ring, which received a second cord.

“There my little puppy dog, time for walkies.” Deirdre checked that Tina had filmed everything, and stood up. “Come on doggy, on your toes. Let’s go and fetch something from the classroom. Come on!” Holding both cords in one hand, she strode out of the door, followed quickly by a very anxious Ben, walking fast to keep up. Tears came to his eyes. This was not happening! Please let it be a dream, please! He closed his eyes for a second and sniffed.

A sharp pull on his small manhood brought him back to earth. “Come on little puppy!” joked Deirdre, her eyes shining. She entered the room and pulled the boy in, flowed by Tina. “Right, I think our little puppy dog here needs a bit of training” said Deirdre, looking at her friend. She grinned and opened the cupboard. “Hmmm, I think one of these, and, hmmm, oh yes, this as well.” Ben recognised the riding crop, but the other object was strange. “This is a tawse” explained Deirdre, showing it to him. She winked at Tina. “Hmm, the problem is puppy dog, that since these are for you, it’s only right that you should carry them, but how? Ah yes, I know. Open wide!” She slid the leather handle of the tawse between his teeth. “Good, carry it like that. Now, the riding crop? Hmm, oh I know.”

To Ben’s intense discomfort, she pulled the boy’s buttocks apart and pressed the thin whip between them. “There, now just clench your bottom and hold it firmly!” Tina came closer with the camera. This was just so….

“Come on then puppy, back to the room!” Ben, penis was yanked round and he trotted obediently behind the lady. In the corridor, the riding crop suddenly fell on the floor. Deirdre sighed and picked it up. “Naughty puppy!” She wedged it back between the boy’s large soft buttocks and waved her finger at him, her eyes sparkling. “Naughty puppy will be punished. Quickly now!”

They returned to the bedroom and Deirdre took the tawse from the boy’s mouth and wiped it. “This as well, I think” she said, removing the riding crop. Where was Tina? Her friend appeared at the door. “Sorry, just had to change the battery” she explained, switching the camera back on.

“I think it’s time to start training our puppy” announced Deirdre. She smiled at Ben, fidgeting as he looked first at Tina, then back to the implements in Deirdre’s hands. “Miss, I.. Miss, I have to go to the loo miss” Ben whispered, looking embarrassed. Deirdre sighed. “Oh very well Ben, if you must. Come on!”

Ben was led to the bathroom and to his horror, both women stood next to him, watching. “Well get a move on!” ordered Deirdre. She saw Tina laugh and blushed. Shit, she was so horny! Gently, she took the boy’s penis in her hand and held it for him. “If you don’t pee in about two seconds, I’ll be very, very angry!” she muttered, tightening her grip. Ben closed his eyes and finally managed to let it go.

“Finished?” Deirdre wiped the tip of his penis and pulled the cord playfully, chuckling as his little manhood bounced up and down. “Good. Now let’s try out one of the toys.” Leading him back to the bed, she sat down and pulled him gently across her left knee so his tummy was on the bed. “Hmm, what a nice bottom you have Ben!” she said, jiggling his buttocks with her hand. She picked up the tawse. “Are you going to do exactly what I say, Ben?” There was a pause. Ben sniffed and tried to look round. “Yes miss, I promise miss, please, what…?” Deirdre ran the tawse down his crack. “Sshh Ben. Silence please.” She gripped the tawse firmly and tapped his firm thighs with the end. “Before we start, I think you need a little reminder of what’s waiting for you if you don’t try hard.” Smiling at Tina, she placed her left hand over his two small hands tied behind his back and moved them higher.

She raised the tawse. Crack! Ben jerked and burst into tears. Tina zoomed in on the red line now decorating the boy’s thigh. Deirdre looked at the tawse closely. “Hmm, much better than I thought. Ready Ben? Keep still. You’ve got plenty more coming!”

For the next few minutes, the room rang with the crack of the tawse and shrill yelps of pain from the boy. Tina filmed constantly. The look on the boy’s face was so funny! It stung like hell, that was clear, but the red marks covering his backside and thighs would be gone by the morning.

“Okay, that’s enough for now” announced Deirdre, placing the tawse on the bedside table. She felt the heat from the boy’s bum and laughed. “So Ben, I do hope you’re going to work hard for us. Otherwise we’ll have to have another play with our toys here.” She lifted him up off the bed and wiped his eyes. “Sshh, stop crying now. Time to get to work!”

She closed her eyes and pulling the boy close to her, kissed his wet nose. “Stick your tongue out Ben. That’s right. As far as you can!” She smiled and kissed him again. “Puppy dogs like licking things, don’t they Ben?” He nodded, sticking his tongue out as far as he could. Anything to keep her happy! His bum felt so sore! “You’re going to be doing a lot of licking tonight Ben!” She felt a shiver run through her body and stood up. Shit! She couldn’t wait any longer. Ben watched in amazement as the lady undressed in front of him, his eyes fixed on her large breasts as they swung before him. He’d seen breasts before. Oh yes. Those naughty magazines, and that newspaper his Dad hated, but…. Deirdre sat down again and took Ben’s head in her hands, stroking his hair. She was breathing faster now and her eyes looked glazed. She opened her legs wide and smiled at the confused look on the boy’s face. “Well little puppy dog, let’s get that tongue busy!”