LESBIANS PREFER LITTLE BOYS

BY TOMMY
encoretommy@yahoo.fr

[ part 4 ]

Ben heard the door open and a delicious aroma made his tummy grumble. Deirdre put the large tray down and chuckled at the sight of the young boy, standing on his toes, facing the wall. A large towel was wrapped round his shoulders. As she came in she saw him push himself higher as if anxious to please.

She walked over to him and kissed him behind the ear. “Hmm, you smell nice and clean Ben.” Slowly, she took the towel and started to pull it off him. “Come on. Let me have a good look. Then you can eat.”

Ben sniffed and felt himself blush as the towel was removed. Deirdre turned him round and sat on the edge of the bed. Her heart beat faster. Shit! He was so beautiful! “Hmm, I love your puppy fat” she said, tickling his tummy. “So wobbly! We don’t want you to get fat, do we! Must keep you busy.” Her hand went lower and Ben jumped as she cupped his little balls in her hand. “Did you wash everywhere?” she asked, stroking the back of his scrotum. Ben swallowed. “Y…yes miss. Everywhere miss.” He groaned quietly. It was happening again! He could feel it getting stiffer and… “Oh Ben, not again! I don’t believe it!” Her fingers closed round his little penis. Secretly she was delighted. The drugs were great! The poor boy just couldn’t stop himself from having erections!

“We’ll deal with this later. In the meantime I want to check that you’ve washed yourself properly. Turn round please.” Ben did as he was told and felt the lady’s hands on his buttocks. “Still a bit red, but nothing to justify that silly whining you made. Touch your toes.” Deirdre ran her finger down between his buttocks and smiled at the way he shuddered. Why did she like his bum so much? She could quite easily spend the whole day just looking at it. She parted his cheeks and prodded his anus. “Did you wash inside like I told you?” she asked quietly. “Yes miss.” Ben’s high pitched voice trembled. “I washed everything miss.” “Hmm, okay. I’ll believe you this time. Plenty of time for checking later.”

She rose from the bed. “Okay, stand up.” She saw the boy look around for his clothes. “No Ben, you can stay like that for a while. I don’t want this breakfast to get cold. Come on, sit down please.” Ben sat down at the small table next to the wardrobe and attacked the huge plate. Never had sausages and bacon tasted so good. Eggs, tomatoes, toast galore and a large mug of orange juice! Deirdre watched him drink half the mug and chuckled. Another few pills in his system! What time was it? Already? “Back in a minute” she called, leaving the room.

Ben devoured the breakfast with speed that only young boys can attain. He drained the last of the juice just as the lady came back. “Oh good boy. I bet you feel better now.” She moved the plate to the table next to the bed. “Okay Ben, I have to go out now for a few hours, so I want to explain what you have to do.” Ben wiped his mouth and watched as she placed a small glass on the table. “If you remember, you said that some cream comes out of your willy when you play with yourself.” Ben blushed and looked down, instinctively covering his privates. Deirdre pretended not to notice. “The cream from young boys is very useful for ladies. A few spoonfuls every day makes us healthy and we use it to keep our skin fresh. It’s very high in protein.” She paused to allow him to digest this information, then looked at him very seriously. “Of course, we cannot allow such disgusting behaviour to go unpunished, but we may be lenient with you. It depends on how hard you work.” She knew that what she was saying didn’t make sense, but what the hell!

She sat down on the bed and took his hand. “Pass me the glass please Ben.” The boy did as she asked, his brain reeling. His cream? What..? “I had a word with the other lady and she agreed that if you fill this glass half full of cream by the time she gets back, you will be caned over your shorts when we do the film and we’ll forget about the extra punishment for self-abuse. Otherwise, it’ll be on your bare bottom and you’ll receive extra punishment afterwards. So what do you say Ben?” She reached down and fondled his little balls. “Plenty of cream in there. You just have to get it in the glass.”

She stood up and thrust the glass in his hand, “Remember Ben, I want to see it at least half full. I suggest you get going now! I’ll be back in a few hours. Be good!” Opening the door, she picked up the tray to take upstairs. “Oh and Ben, make sure you’re still nice and clean when we come back. We’ll be checking everything!”

The door shut and Ben heard the sound of locks turning. Footsteps, then another door shutting. More locks. Slowly he looked around him. No! This wasn’t real! Please, no! The bed creaked as he threw his young body across it, tears streaming down his face, his fists beating the pillows. No, no! Suddenly he rolled off the bed and ran to the door. What if….? He turned the handle and pulled. Harder..harder! Nothing. The room swam before him, hardly visible through his tears. Why him? He picked up the glass. Half full? How much cream could he make? He remembered the last time he’d played with himself. Yes there had been something that had come out. Even when he hadn’t played with himself, he’d often woken up with his privates all sticky. He didn’t have a choice, did he? His hand dropped and he felt his little willy. He had to try. Had to keep the ladies happy!

It was almost two o’clock when Deirdre returned. She saw Tina getting out of her car as she arrived. As usual, her lover was in a bad mood. “Fucking morons!” Deirdre laughed. Oh yes, that was Tina alright! “Idiots! Can’t they get one thing right without me telling them what to do? We almost lost the contract and….” Tina turned and saw Deirdre shaking her head. She burst out laughing. “Oh sorry Deirdre. But sometimes…!” A hard kiss on her lips shut her up. “Sshh! Just relax. First a drink, then we go and relax, okay?”

They walked inside and Tina lit a cigarette. “Actually, I think I’ll pass on the wine. You know it makes me sleepy in the day. Did you already eat?” Deirdre nodded. “Yes, a snack on the way home.” Tina grinned. She knew it was probably a lot more substantial than a ‘snack’! “And er, how was our little guest when you left?” Deirdre licked her lips and tried to look as if it were something they did every day. “Oh, quite well.” She sat down. “He had a good breakfast, then I explained about his cream. Told him we wanted half a glass… or else!” Tina laughed. “Good. Little runt! Fuck, I’m looking forward to whipping his backside!” Deirdre sighed. “Tina, remember the cane is a hell of a lot worse than any spanking. You don’t need to tear him to shreds. If you do it too hard, the bruises will take ages to heal.” She paused and looked at Tina guiltily. “Besides, he’s going to have a lot more than just a caning, isn’t he? I thought that we might play a few games tonight, you know, in the other room?”

Tina put her cigarette down, her eyes sparkling. “You evil woman!” She laughed. “Hmmm, I can’t wait! “ Deirdre licked her lips in anticipation. It had been Tina’s idea to make one of the rooms into a dungeon, though ‘torture chamber’ might be a better description, she thought. Her lover had never gone into details of what exactly had happened when she’d been abducted as a young girl, but she knew the man had used some kind of dungeon. It was clear that she wanted revenge. They’d already talked about the things they’d do if ever given the chance. Now they had a male bastard at their mercy! She looked at Tina. “Feeling horny?” Tina nodded. “Too fucking horny!” Deirdre stood up. “Me too. So what are we doing here when we have our new toy to play with downstairs?”

They sensed that something was wrong as soon as they walked through the door. Ben was standing in the corner, hands on his head and pushed up on his toes with his nose pressed firmly against the wall. As though desperate to please, thought Deirdre. He must have heard them coming and…. She tapped Tina’s arm and grinned. “Not very productive, was he?” she said quietly, pointing to the glass she’d left on the table. Tina’s eyes widened. Perhaps not as knowledgeable as Deirdre about young boys, she had always assumed that they produced tons of semen as soon as they could walk. After all, that man years ago had… No! She pushed the memory out of her head.

The glass appeared at first glance to be as empty as when they’d left it. A second glance however revealed a thin layer of whitish fluid at the bottom. Not more than a teaspoon, she thought.

There was silence. “Come here please Ben!” Deirdre spoke the words calmly and quietly. The naked young boy turned and came to them, his hands still on his head. The fact that he made no attempt to hide his privates was a sign not lost on the women. Tina nodded, her eyes narrowing. The boy was scared and trying so hard to please them. Her eyes fell on his little testicles. So vulnerable. Her hand twitched. Oh yes, so very, very vulnerable!

Deirdre picked up the glass and sat on the bed. She looked at Ben, a puzzled look on her face. “Ben, please correct me if I’m wrong, but before we left, I gave you specific instructions to fill at least half the glass.” She sighed. The boy’s penis looked distinctly redder than before. He’d obviously been trying hard, but….

She looked at the glass closely and showed it to Tina. “Not much cream is there?” Ben felt his legs shaking. He had tried. How he’d tried! He looked at the floor, his eyes filling with tears. Why couldn’t it all just end? Why couldn’t he go home and… He swallowed and looked at the lady holding the glass. “Miss, I…. I mean, I tried to make it come out miss. It did miss, honestly. It came out a few times. I tried to….” Deirdre shook her head. “Not good enough Ben. Look!” The boy watched her take some of the sticky fluid on the end of her finger and examine it closely. “Come here Ben!”

The boy gazed with dismay at the way in which the lady was shaking her head. How he’d tried to spurt his juice! Never having paid much attention before to the sticky wetness, he’d been surprised and then disappointed at how little actually came out. Four times he’d masturbated himself, each time holding the glass ready only to see a few drops hit the side.

“You see Ben, it doesn’t make sense does it?” To his horror, she took his small balls in her hand and explored them with her fingers. “Look!” She held the glass up for him to see, then put it down. “As for the quality…” She sucked the end of her finger. “Hmmm, not bad… but not nearly enough!” Ben flinched as her fingers probed his testicles. “How many balls do you have Ben?” The boy blinked. “Er.. t..two miss.” “Yes, you have two little testicles hanging between your legs, both producing lots of boy cream, yet you seem reluctant to share it. Tell me Ben, whom should I blame, you or your naughty little testicles?”

Ben looked confused. What? The lady repeated her question. “Your testicles have plenty of cream inside them. So tell me Ben, should I be angry with you or your little balls. Quickly Ben, I need to know now. Quickly Ben. One…two…three….

Ben panicked. What should he say? Instinct told him to blame it on anything but himself. “Er, my balls… I mean my testocules miss, my….” The women laughed. “Okay Ben, we’ll blame it on your testicles” said Deirdre, wiping her eyes. She took him gently by the shoulders and kissed his nose, then his cheek. She showed him the glass. “You know Ben, but if I were you, I’d try very hard to be very , very good in the next part of the filming.” She leant down and put her lips close to his ear, glancing rather theatrically at Tina. “That lady is going to be the Headmistress in the film and she’s already very angry that you didn’t make more cream. Better do exactly what we say….or she might get really angry!” Looking again at her lover, she saw Tina’s hand pressing her crotch. Oh yes, she was as hot as hell. Deirdre closed her eyes and lowered her hands to the boy’s firm buttocks, pulling him closer. The tingling between her legs grew stronger. Why not? They had plenty of time. No hurry at all. Ben saw the look in her eyes and shivered. He knew that look! Deirdre laughed and squeezed his bottom. “Come on Ben. Time to give your tongue some exercise!”

The schoolroom had a strong musty smell. His head only inches from the floor, Ben looked at the patterns in the wood trying not to think about what he’d been made to do, or perhaps more importantly, what was about to happen. His hands gripped his ankles tightly. The thin lady had lectured him about all sorts of things, most he hadn’t understood. She had made a great show of walking to the cupboard and selecting a cane, the fatter lady following her, filming everything. The one consolation he had as he obeyed her curt order to ‘bend over’, was that at least he’d been allowed to keep his shorts on. Oh yes, the ladies had spent what seemed like ages, choosing his pants, his grey shorts, vest and shirt, followed by the red and blue school tie. They’d had even combed his hair, remarking on how smart he looked.

He could still taste the saltiness of the ladies’ private parts in his mouth. Thankfully, it had only taken a few minutes. The fat lady had started moaning only a few seconds after she’d pushed his head between her huge thighs. The other lady had…. He swallowed nervously. Why did she have to hold his things so hard while he put his tongue in her hole? She’d taken a bit longer than the other lady but finally, he’d felt her shiver, a hard squeeze of his little balls forcing his tongue deeper than ever.

He looked round and saw the big lady pointing the camera right at his face. She smiled. “Stay still Ben. I just want to film you bent over before we begin. She moved back and filmed his cute bottom sticking up, stretching the thin material of his shorts yet the centre still tucked deep between his buttocks. Shit, that looked so good!

“Grip those ankles tightly young man!” Ben felt the thin lady tap his bottom with the cane. Perhaps it wouldn’t be too bad. After all, he had his shorts and underpants on and he’d already been slippered on his bare bum. She wouldn’t cane him too hard surely? He felt the cane tap him again.

Another tap, then a soft whistling sound followed by a sharp ‘crack’ and the most excruciating pain he’d ever felt across his buttocks. “Aaaagh! Miss!” Forgetting all about her instructions to remain still, Ben straightened up and clasped his bottom tightly with both hands, while performing a series of strange jigs in a circle, much to the secret amusement of both women. “Owww, please…. No more miss…please! I…I…” Tina shook her head slowly as she waited for the boy’s improvised dance to come to an end. Her voice was icy. “When you’ve quite finished your ridiculous prancing around, I want to see you bending over again. If you dare to move once more, I will make you take your shorts off! Now bend over!”

Tina glared at the poor boy, not a trace of compassion in her eyes. It had only been Deirdre’s insistence on the importance of getting him used to being punished that had made her change her mind about keeping his shorts on. Deirdre seemed to think it would look nice on film to see him caned over his tight shorts. Besides, she already had an idea for a repeat performance – minus his shorts and pants. She sighed. If she’d had her way, the boy would be getting twelve hard strokes on his bare bum right now. Little bastard!

Tears falling to the ground, Ben resumed his position, innocently unaware of the provocative sight he made. Deirdre had to keep her hands from shaking as she filmed up between his legs.

She caught his expression as the next stroke landed and whistled softly. Wow! That must have hurt. A quick warning look at Tina. Her lover nodded. Not too hard! Ben sobbed loudly, his knuckles white as he gripped his ankles for all he was worth. This was just so painful! His bottom stung like fury. Somehow he managed to keep his position as the next few strokes fell.

It was over. He was ordered to stand and place his hands on his head. No rubbing his bottom better allowed! “So young man, I hope you’ve learnt your lesson” said Tina curtly. “I will not tolerate self-abuse in this school. Now, go!”

The filming over, Deirdre put down the camera and took the sobbing boy in her arms. “Oh really Ben, it wasn’t that bad” she said, wiping the tears from his eyes. “Boys were caned all the time when I was at school, and a lot harder than that too! Come on, let’s go and inspect the damage, then I’ll get you something to eat.” She led the sobbing boy out of the room.”You can rub it better now” she whispered as they reached the bedroom. She had to stifle a laugh as Ben’s hands went straight to his sore buttocks, rubbing furiously. “Okay, let’s see then.” Ben wiped his eyes again and watched as the lady took some tubes from a drawer and sat on the bed. “Come on, let’s get these off shall we?” Ben didn’t dare interfere as she slid her fingers into the waistband of his shorts and slid them down. “Underpants too.” Deirdre smiled and patted his thigh. His penis looked distinctly sorry for itself, a small one inch sausage drooping sadly between his legs. “Over we go, that’s right. Sitting further back on the bed, her strong hands laid him face down across her lap. She placed a pillow under his face. “Hmm, doesn’t look bad at all” she said softly. “Honestly, what a fuss about nothing. I’ll just rub some cream on and…”

She saw the boy tense as her hand touched his bum, then slowly relax. Tina came in and leant against the wall, watching. “Hmm, I bet that feels better” muttered Deirdre, applying some more cream. She glanced at the label. Bought over the internet it was rumoured to be the most potent corticosteroid cream available. Certainly it had worked well on Tina a few months ago. A nasty bruise on her arm had vanished overnight. She looked at the red weals spanning the boy’s buttocks. They’d be gone by tomorrow! Just as well, she thought evily.

Ben’s initial apprehension at having his sore backside prodded soon gave way to quiet acceptance as the lady’s fingers glided gently across his upturned buttocks. If the truth were known, his tears had come from a combination of having to stay in position and the initial sting of the cane on his skin rather than from the actual pain. In fact, the pain had subsided almost immediately to a dull throbbing. He turned his head so his right cheek was on the pillow and enjoyed the attention he was now receiving. The throbbing in his rear had become a faint glow. If he wondered why the lady’s fingers occasionally strayed to places where the cane could not possibly have reached, he didn’t show it.

Deirdre ran her finger repeatedly down the crease between the boy’s buttocks, before gently holding his cheeks apart and teasing his little anus. She grinned at her friend and nodded. Something hard was pressing into her leg. Well, no surprise really, she thought, given the constant drinks they’d given him with the pills dissolved inside. She stroked his curly blond hair and spoke softly, her other hand still teasing his anus. “Feel better now Ben?” The boy nodded sleepily. “Yes miss.” He closed his eyes, aware only of the delicious waves of pleasure emanating from where her fingers were stroking him.

Tina looked at her watch and raised her eyebrows. Deirdre nodded and slowly started to slide her finger deeper inside the boy. “You know Ben, we’d really like some more cream from you now. If you remember, you promised to give us a glassful every day. I think it’s time to milk you. Come on, up you get.”

Very slowly, she lifted the young boy off the bed with her left arm, at the same time keeping her finger inside him. She heard her friend giggle. The boy’s little sausage was not so little now. Ben looked down and started to whimper. “Please miss, I don’t…” Deirdre kissed him on the lips to shut him up. “Sshh Ben, it’s alright. You’re allowed an erection for milking. It would be rather difficult otherwise, wouldn’t it?” Ben’s expression was a sight to behold, his embarrassment at being displayed in this way tempered by the tingling feeling emanating from within his bottom as the lady stimulated his young throbbing prostate gland.

“No Ben, hands on your head if you please” ordered Deirdre, as the boy’s hands instinctively went to cover himself. “Just stand still and let me get all your cream out. I do hope you won’t be mean like last time.” Her left hand tickled the sides of his scrotum and she chuckled as the boy shuddered, his erection stiffening even more. “Good boy. Now then, let’s fill the glass shall we?” She nodded at Tina who picked up the glass from the table and held it in front of the boy, one hand on her mouth stifling a laugh.

Young boys starting puberty are notorious for requiring very little stimulation to reach orgasm, and Ben was no different. Teasing his small tight balls with her little finger, she gently took his throbbing penis between her thumb and index finger and massaged it gently behind the glans. Ben felt something welling up inside him. He looked down, then across at the thin lady holding the glass. What…? Deirdre rubbed a little faster and pressed harder on the boy’s prostate. “Oh miss, I… I…” The room span. A dam burst somewhere deep within his bottom. His legs shook and the women watched in amazement as drops of white semen hit the side of the glass. More drops followed as Deirdre continued to milk him, massaging his prostate and coaxing a few final drops from his exhausted willy.

Ben opened his eyes, his breathing slowing back down to normal. He saw the thin lady examining the glass and swallowed. The expression on her face was not a pleasant one. “Is that all?” she asked icily, looking at the glass in disgust. Deirdre fondled the boy’s bum and teased his rapidly shrinking willy. Yes, of course the poor boy couldn’t really produce much, but it was fun trying! She sighed loudly. “Oh Ben, whatever are we going to do with you?”

She prodded his testicles with her finger. “I’m sure you’ve got a lot more inside. I’m really disappointed Ben!“

Tina laughed. “He’s obviously being stubborn. Perhaps another caning will help change his mind!” Ben’s eyes widened in horror. Deirdre chuckled and hugged the frightened boy tighter. “Another caning? Hmmm” Her fingers slid between the boy’s buttocks. “Perhaps you’re right, but he did say that it was all the fault of his testicles, didn’t you Ben?” She kissed his little nose and pressed her finger against his bumhole. “I’m sure that Ben agrees that his testicles need teaching a lesson, oh- and of course, the naughty little soldier here as well!” she added, flicking his small sausage lightly. “But you know, it’s not as simple as that.” She prodded his anus again. “A lot of cream comes from the glands up here inside him.” Her finger pushed further. “The biggest is called the prostate gland and so we have to work on that as well, -don’t we my little puppy dog?” She kissed his cheek and laughed. “Can’t have your prostate getting lazy can we? We have to teach it who’s in charge!”

Tina sniggered and eyed her friend mischievously. “Good idea. What’s the best way to do that?” Deirdre felt the effect her finger was having and looked down at Ben’s penis as it started to harden. She seemed to think hard for a while.

“Hmm, well there are a number of things we can do, starting with regular stimulation using vibrators.” She paused and gave Tina a warning look to stop her giggling. “As for the little matter of discipline, well I do think a few punishment sessions with dildos and butt plugs may be beneficial. Large ones!” she emphasised, her eyes sparkling. “Should help squeeze some of that lovely cream out, shouldn’t it, my little puppy?”

Ben felt the lady kiss his neck and wiggle her finger deep inside him. Why was she doing this? What was a butt-plug? It sounded rude. The warm tingling inside his bottom he’d felt before returned. Tina nodded. “We’ve got a few other things to play with as well haven’t we?” she asked. It was Deirdre’s turn to look surprised. Of course! “Oh yes, you’re right, I’d completely forgotten about those.” She hugged Ben tightly and thought about the box upstairs. She’d bought them from an online dutch BDSM store. Inflatable butt-plugs with electric pumps, electric penis coils that ‘supposedly’ increased the force and time of ejaculation, prostate electrodes advertised as being similar to those used for obtaining semen from bulls and a variety of nasty looking ball harnesses made of wire, complete with batteries and remote controls. Deirdre winced, then grinned. Ben was such a ‘lucky’ boy!