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OOPS!! Edited By Zool Eight year old Jack was wondering if this was such a good idea. His new friends seemed nice enough, they said that all he had to do to join their group was go into the woods to pick some cherries. They handed him a small basket and told him to fill it. They didn’t bother to tell him that the tree was a mile high! (At least it seemed like that) So Jack was WAY higher than he wanted to be. He was hanging on a branch reaching out for more cherries when it gave way, he grabbed a grape vine and rode it down landing with a thud. Fortunately the vine broke his fall enough so all he had were a few scratches from twigs hitting him as he fell and a small bruise on his butt. He rolled slowly over with a groan and started to push himself up when he felt a foot on his back push him back down, then he heard a little girl’s voice. “You just keep your fucking ass on the ground Asshole!” Megan ordered him angrily. “Just what the fuck were you doing in that tree? You were spying on us weren’t you asshole!” Poor Jack was in shock! He had never had anybody cuss at him like that! His mother would never allow him to use language like THAT! He looked slowly around. A little girl with brown hair wearing blue shorts and T-shirt and hiking boots was the one kicking him and doing all the swearing. There was another brown haired little girl wearing boots and long brown pants, a tan shirt and a brown jacket with a little brown hat that looked like a baseball cap except it had a shorter front. The third girl had flaming red hair and was chubby and had on a white sundress and flip flops. He tried to rise again only to be kicked again by the foul mouthed little girl. “Umm, nuttin’, Lemmeee up!” He finally replied. “You just keep your fucking ass on the ground motherfucker”! She ordered him. “Get off! I din’ do nuffin!” Jack protested, struggling to get out from under her foot. “Yeah right Asshole!” Megan said, giving him another push down with her foot. “I bet you were sitting up there watching us!” “Why would I do that?” He asked “So you could see us naked.” Wendy told him. Jack now was totally confused. Since he had not seen them he had no idea what they were talking about. He was just picking cherries, he had no idea the girls were even around until they showed up after he hit the ground. He tried to get up only to have Megan stomp him back down. “You just keep your ass down there!” She ordered him. “I’m getting Tracie!” Susie announced. “She can deal with him!” She said as she took off on her bike. It only took Susie a couple of minutes to arrive at Tracie’s place. Tracie was on the front porch playing with her Barbie dolls when Susie rode up. “Hey Tracie! We caught a boy spying on us and we need you to help teach him a lesson.” Susie announced. “Megan and Wendy are holding him.” “So? What do you want then me to do?” Tracie asked. “Do him like you do Wendy!” Susie replied. “You need somebody to play with your new toys on anyway.” An evil smile appeared on Tracie’s face as she thought about punishing a boy. She put down her Barbie Dolls. “Let’s get our stuff.” She said. The two five year olds hopped on their bikes to ride over to Susie’s house. Once they arrived they went to the Dungeon, changed into their Dom gear and loaded Tracie’s toys into a red backpack ...except for her bullwhip which she carried in the little basket on the front of her bike. Susie then grabbed a couple of pairs of handcuffs and they headed to where the other girls were holding Jack. Jack was really beginning to worry. They way that one girl was talking this Tracie she was talking about had to be some kind of monster! He tried to stand again and once more Megan stomped on his back. “I said stay the fuck DOWN!” She yelled at him. As he continued to be abused by Megan, Jack began to become desperate and suddenly rolled over on his back. Startled Megan stepped back. Jack was older and bigger than her and when he rolled over she realized that for the first time. Jack looked up at her. “I wasn’t spying on you!” He declared. “I was just picking cherries...Really!” Jack was beginning to think he might be able to escape when Susie returned with Tracie. Jack was startled by the strange outfits they were wearing. They both had on matching outfits consisting of long black rubber gloves, a black rubber tank top that left their bellies exposed, a short black rubber skirt, black rubber stockings and black spike heeled shoes. And the new girl, he assumed that she was the Tracie they had spoken of also had on a red backpack. He studied the new arrival. She was smaller than the other girls with thin straight blond hair and looked cute and delicate. He found it hard to believe that she could be that scary. He started to make another attempt to stand. Swish CRACK! Tracie had lashed out with her bullwhip and nailed Jack right on the sternum! He let out a yelp, that had hurt! A LOT! Jack stared at his little assailant. She might be small but she was REALLY scary. She spoke...it was a little girl’s voice but it had an air of authority. “You will address me as Mistress Tracie and she is Mistress Susan.” Tracie announced. “Do you understand me?” “Yes.” Jack replied nodding and whimpering. “Yes what?” Tracie replied as she coiled the whip up. “Um, huh?” Jack responded looking at her blinking. Swish CRACK! Her whip hit him in the chest again! “That’s yes Mistress!” Tracie corrected him! “Yes Mistress.” He said, nodding his head vigorously and smiling hoping that it was enough to make her happy. “Better.” She said smiling a bit herself. “Thanks” Jack replied. “Thanks What?” Tracie responded, lashing out with the whip and flicking his left ear. Swish CRACK!* Jack yelped again. “Ummm, uh, Thanks muh...muh...Mistress!” Jack responded, tears starting to drip the from his eyes. “Right! You are sure DENSE!” Tracie told him. “Put your hands out !” Susan ordered him, holding a pair of handcuffs in her right hand. Jack wrung his hands nervously, glancing around at the four girls surrounding him. He looked past them weighing his options, trying to figure out if he could escape before finally holding his hands out. Susan locked the hand cuffs around his wrists and clipped a leash to the chain on them and handed the other end to Wendy. “Stand up.” Susan ordered him. Jack looked at her then glanced at Tracie and her whip and then slowly, very, very slowly, drawing it out as long as possible, he struggled to his feet and looked down at them. He looked like he was about to burst into tears at any moment. “Let’s go.” Tracie ordered and Wendy gave the leash a gentle tug. Jack stumbled and followed, saying nothing, just looking at his feet as he walked. The little procession went about two blocks. Wendy, holding the leash, occasionally giving a gentle tug if Jack fell behind. The other three girls rode circles around them on their bikes. Jack stumbled around, not really looking where he was going, resignedly stumbling along behind Wendy, not able to see a way to escape. They soon arrived at a yard with a privacy fence around it. Tracie dismounted from her bike and opened the gate. The kids proceeded inside to where a large tree stood with a large treehouse in its branches, about fifteen feet up. The girls dismounted from their bikes, Tracie with her whip coiled in her hand. “Get up there” She ordered the boy, giving the whip a crack for emphasis. Wendy started up, keeping a tight grip on the leash and pulling it toward the ladder as she started to climb. Wendy pulled on the leash as Jack lost his grip, keeping him from falling. “Just grab the side of the ladder there.” She told him in a gentle voice. Megan went up the ladder behind him and braced under him. Jack did exactly what Wendy suggested, he realized that he was not likely to fall, at least not without taking one or more of the girls down with him and only making them madder. “Thank you,” he mumbled softly “You’re welcome” Wendy whispered back. They soon had him in the treehouse. He was greeted by the sight of a rather nice interior with large eye bolts scattered around the walls, floor and ceiling and a couple of winches connected to cables running through pulleys hanging from the ceiling. Megan came up behind him and looked around. “WOW! This is neat!” She declared. “It looks even neater than you guys said it did!” Jack looked around at the room, while he found the rings, cables and such interesting, he also knew that these girls were mad at him and something told him that things were about to get unpleasant. He looked back toward the door wondering how hard the ground was down there. Susan and Tracie followed and Tracie closed the door behind her. Jack shuffled his feet and looked around nervously. Susan grabbed a hold of the chain on his handcuffs, clipped one of the winch cables to it and took the leash off. Tracie started to crank the winch and soon poor Jack had been pulled up with his toes barely touching the floor. Susan locked a second pair of hand cuffs around his ankles and locked them to a ring on the floor leaving the whimpering boy in a tight vertical stretch. Tracie pulled a chair over and climbed on it grabbing the bottom of Jack's shirt and pulled it up over his head. She then jumped to the floor and pulled Jack’s pants and underpants down around his knees and flicked his penis. Megan scowled as Tracie did that. “EEW! That’s GROSS!” She declared. “I’m out of here!” and stormed out the door. “Lemme go! You can’t do this!” Jack pleaded in terror. Tracie dumped out the contents of the red back pack she was wearing onto a table, selected a pump up penis panel gag and walked toward Jack. “You wanna bet!” The tiny Dominatrix declared. This behavior brought up Jack's stubbornness, he tugged hard at the cuffs, even though he knew they wouldn’t give and as he saw the girl approach carrying what ever she had in her hands he clamped his mouth shut, glaring at her, trying, hoping to look tough. Tracie looked him in the eye. “Open your mouth!” She ordered him. “NOW!” Jack shook his head, while mumbling ”nuh-uh” through his closed mouth, doing his best to turn away from her. Tracie looked at the boy for a moment, put down the gag and picked up the bullwhip. “Left nipple!” She called out. Swish CRACK! The whip lashed out cracking just above Jack’s left nipple. The boy screamed in pain. “Right nipple!” The whip lashed out a second time...Dead nuts on! Jack screamed again and hung there choking and gasping. “Next one will put your eye out!” She announced, picking up the gag again. “Open up!” Jack hung with his mouth open, tears falling from his eyes as he looked at Tracie in terror. Tracie stuffed the gag in his mouth, buckled it in place and inflated it. Megan was riding back along the road by Jenna’s house when she spotted Ann’s bike under the same tree Jack had been in. She stopped and called for Ann. Her friend called down from the tree “Hi Megan want some cherries?” Ann asked. “They’re really good, somebody left a basket up with a bunch that were already picked!” “We caught a boy up there spying on us.” Megan informed Ann. He fell out of the tree. Susie and Wendy have their friend Tracie dealing with him!” “What do you mean spying on you?” Ann called down. “He was sitting up there watching us race!” Megan said. “He tried to say he was picking cherries!” Ann looked out toward the farm they raced at, there was a hill with high trees between her and the farm, b locking her view so she climbed up higher. “Megan I can’t see the farm from here.” Ann called down. “You sure he was spying on you?” Megan climbed the tree, stopped by Ann and looked out toward the farm. She climbed all the way to the top and still could not see the corral. She looked down at the bucket half full of cherries. “Oh my God!” Megan exclaimed. “He was telling the truth! Come on Ann we gots to save him! Tracie is going to kill him, she has this HUGE whip she’s beating him with!” Megan scrambled down the tree, jumped on her bike and rode off as fast as she could. Ann followed behind with Jack’s bucket of cherries. Tracie looked over her victim and then started to spread out her ‘Toys’ on the table, picking them up and working them in the air, paddles and whips of various types, strops and other implements of pain. Jack gulped and tugged at his cuffs, wanting to look away, but unable to. His eyes trapped by a mixture of fear and curiosity, both warring for superiority. A sly grin spread across Tracie’s face as she picked up a three inch wide two foot long leather strop and suddenly with out warning hit the table with it! It sounded like somebody fired a rifle in the treehouse! Jack in his chains, cried softly at the noise. He was just hanging there limply, convinced he was about to die! Tracie reared back and swung the strop, hitting him square across his belly with a loud *THWOP!* leaving a red mark three inches wide across the entire width of the boy’s abdomen. It stung like he had been attacked by a swarm of bees! Jack let out a yowl. Tears were flowing freely now, his body hanging limp. Tracie walked around the sobbing boy, spacing shots across his back, buttocks, chest and legs. Jack jerked and pulled against his bonds with each blow, crying. After Tracie has scattered a couple of dozen shots over his poor body, Megan’s voice could be heard screaming. Jack did not even hear her at first over his screams and the blood rushing in his ears. “He’s telling the truth stop hitting him!” Megan screamed as she rode up to the treehouse, jumping off the bike not even bothering to stop it as she leapt for the ladder, her finely tuned gymnast’s muscles enabling her to vault up the ladder in a couple of seconds. Tracie stopped as soon as she heard Megan. Jack was hanging and whimpering softly from the pain over his entire body as Tracie stopped hitting him. “What?” Tracie asked as she turned toward Megan as the girl came blasting through the door. “Ann climbed that same tree and found the cherries he had picked.” Megan said, panting slightly. “I went up the tree myself. You can’t see the corral from there.” “Tracie looked at Megan, then at Jack, then back at Megan. “You mean I just beat the shit out of this poor kid and he did nothing WRONG?” Tracie asked the other girls angrily! Megan put her head down and looked at the floor. “Yes” she said in a quiet voice. Ann climbed up the ladder soon after Megan carrying Jack’s basket of cherries. She stared in horror at the boy. “YOU HURT HIM !” She screamed as she walked up to him “He’s crying! You made him cry!” Ann wiped the tears from Jack’s face as tears start to roll down her own cheeks. Jack jerked, trying to turn away from her, embarrassed by his nakedness as he desperately tried to talk. Tracie glared at the other girls. “You idiots!” She said through clenched teeth. “You didn’t look to see if he was telling the truth! Look at him! Look at what I did!” Wendy looked at Jack. “You know, we thought he had seen us naked and so we did this to him.” Wendy declared as she unzipped her sun dress. “It’s only fair that he gets to see us now.” With that she dropped her dress to the floor and kicked off her flip flops. As usual she was not wearing any underwear, so Jack could now see all of the chubby little girl’s body including the gold rings in each of her pierced nipples, top and bottom of her navel and in each of her labia. He also saw all the gold chains connecting the nipple and navel rings. Jack blushed and looked around, finally settling on looking at the ceiling, embarrassed by the nudity, though he still tried to peek without being noticed. Tracie walked over to Jack, unbuckled the gag, deflated it and pulled it out of the boy’s mouth. “Look kid I’m sorry. I didn’t know they were wrong.” Tracie told him. “You ever had a blow job?” Wendy asked. “I give good ones!” Still crying, Jack silently shook his head. Wendy dropped to her knees in front of him, took his little willie in her mouth and started to lick and suck it. “You’ll like this!” Tracie announced. “She’s good at this!” “EEW!!! That’s GROSS!” Megan declared. If you guys are doing THAT I’m GONE!”!” With that she was out the door and gone. Jack couldn’t help but look down curiously, wondering what Wendy was doing. His silent question of what a blow job was, was quickly answered, the boy sucking in his breath suddenly as her tongue met his cock. He tensed and tugged at his bonds, not to escape, but just because he didn’t know what to do at the moment, aside from enjoy himself. Wendy’s expertise showed. Jack forgot all about the pain as the little girl brought him to a level of arousal he had never attained before! She soon brought him to the first orgasm of his young life! The boy jerked in his chains, fingers and toes curling. He had done something like this to himself before and it had felt real nice, at the same time he had become wet. But this...this was awesome! What he had felt before paled in comparison. His eyes closing he began moaning, then tensed up, suddenly letting loose with a bit of pre-cum. Leaving him hanging there, panting with a goofy grin on his face, his little cock hanging limply now. Wendy licked her lips. “I bet you liked that didn’t you!” She said Ann watched the proceedings. She was very curious about what had happened. “Did you just make him cum?” she asked Wendy. “Yup sure did!” Wendy replied. “You want to try it?” Ann looked at the naked girl and almost naked boy and removed her own clothes. Jack looked at the little girl, her body was smoother than Wendy’s. Ann was of normal weight and had her long blond hair tied in a pony tail, she was wearing glasses with thick lenses and heavy light blue plastic frames. Jack smiled at her and she smiled back. Tracie looked at the boy hanging from the rafters then at Ann. “Hey you two I gots a neat idea!” Tracie declared as she finally lowered Jack. “You guys will like this! Hey what’s your name kid?” Jack watched Tracie nervously, tugging at his cuffs as he heard her words. Tracie walked over to him after lowering the cable until his hands were about chest level and unclipped the cuffs from the cable. “Hey kid I didn’t know they were wrong, if I had I never would’ve done this.” She said. A tear formed up and rolled down her cheek and in a voice barely above a whisper she said. “I’m sorry.” Jacks shrank back, not so much glaring at her, as looking like a dog that’s been beaten too often, eyes wary , darting around looking for an escape, or safety or a weapon , or something.... except when they fell on Ann, slowing for a moment before moving on. Tracie looked at him for a moment, stepped back and sat down on a bench burying her face in her hands and started to sob. Wendy walked over to her, knelt down and put her arms around Tracie and hugged her. Jack could see that Wendy was bandaged from the bottom of her buttocks to the small of her back. Ann walked over to Jack. “I think she is sorry.” Ann says. Jack stepped back nervously from Ann as much as the cuffs would allow. He was not sure who to trust here, but by the way he was looking at her, eyes more on her feet than her face, it looked like he wanted to. At her words he looked at Tracie then the floor, then back at her, it was too soon for him to accept it, but he seemed almost like he wanted to, but was scared to, not sure if he could trust her, but he nodded faintly. Ann picked up a tissue from a box on the table and gently wiped the tears from Jacks face. “You know I think you’re cute.” She told him. Jack gulped deeply, with a faint trace of a blush as he tried to turn away, embarrassed to be naked around her. He tried to turn away, embarrassed at be being babied like this, he mumbled something faint but it almost sounded like “you too’ still glancing at Tracie, a mix of things running through him. Being bound wasn’t that bad, but being beaten like that! Well, he’d never liked being spanked and all but went out of his way to avoid giving his parents a reason, being naughty only when he was sure they couldn’t find out. The real give away to his enjoying being bound was that he seemed to have all but forgotten about the cuffs, only remembering when the chains brought him up short, pausing to look at them before moving a different way to compensate for the limits they put on him. Tracie looked at the boy she had tortured. Once again she had gotten out of hand. She decided there was only one thing she could do to make it right. She stripped naked and handed two pairs of hand cuffs to Wendy. They both walked over to the winch cable, Wendy locked one side of a pair of hand cuffs around both of Tracie’s tiny wrists and clipped the other side to the winch cable, then she locked the other pair around Tracie’s ankles and secured them to the floor Wendy then took up the slack in the cable and stretched her out. “I’m really sorry for hurting you. If it makes you feel better you can beat me.” Tracie announced. In the meantime Susie finished freeing Jack. He slowly rubbed his wrists. Walking over to Tracie’s toys he picked up a crop, swung it a bit and then he put it down, moving away almost as if it bit him. Finding a place to sit down, pulling his legs up to his chest, he started to sob softly, wanting to forget what happened to him, the boy that no one ever notices, just the way he likes it, now this. He did want to hit her, to let her feel what he felt, but at the same time he didn’t, he just couldn’t really bring himself to hurt anyone. Ann and Wendy both walked over to where Jack sat, Ann sat on his right side while Wendy knelt on his left. Both girls hugged him. “She really feels bad about what happened” Said Wendy, nodding to where Tracie ws hanging, “She did not know we were wrong.” Wendy told him. “Tracie really is a nice girl she just gets a little wild, that’s why most of the time I’m her slave. I’m tougher than anybody and I like to be hit.” “I’m glad I found your basket and was able to save you.” Ann said. “You are REALLY cute!” Jack glanced at the girls, first at Wendy then at Ann, watching her as he listened, nodding his head absently until Wendy said something about being Tracie’s slave. He snapped his head around with a questioning look on his face, too nervous to ask what that was, but the look on his face betrayed his curiosity. He was so curious about Wendy’s statement that at first what Ann had said did not register. Then he realized what she had said and without turning away from Wendy he turned beet red, looking down at the floor, rather clearly feeling the same about Ann. Wendy noticed immediately. “You like Ann don’t you?” She asked, already knowing the answer to her question. “You got the same look on your face as Jacob did when we first brought him over to play with Caroline.” Jack turned away from Ann, facing Wendy’s direction but not looking at her. It was written large over his face. Of course he couldn’t help it much as he tried to sneak a look over his shoulder at her. Knowing they wouldn’t let it drop he took a deep breath , trying to wipe the look off of his face as he looked up at Wendy. “She’s okay” he said, praying he wouldn’t give himself away as he tried to keep up the whole ‘girls are icky’ image as best he could. He was a little more successful than he meant to be. “He don’t like my glasses!” Ann declared, her voice cracking. Jack turned quickly, shaking his head. “No, they’re fine, They’re... they ...ummm... You look cute in them.” He said, looking at his hands quickly and blushing severely. “Do you REALLY think so or are you just trying to make me feel good?” Ann asked with a note of insecurity in her voice. Jack looked over at her, nodding shyly, beet red in embarrassment but not actually answering in words. He smiled a little, trying to hide it in his embarrassment. Ann did not use words to reply either, she just wrapped her arms around his neck and planted a big kiss right on his lips! Jack’s arms waved this way and that, he almost looked like he was going to fall over. He’d never wanted to be noticed, he was afraid of what might happen if he were noticed, how they might make fun of a scrawny thing like him and his second hand clothes. He’d never really expected a girl to kiss him, or a pair of girls to be paying attention to him. Not to mention a, what had they called it? A blow job, which had felt better than rubbing himself against the floor or his bed, a lot better than that. Still, he was a normal boy mostly, girls were something he’d never thought about, there was his little sister, but she was just a nuisance, like most girls. Some of the things they were into were cool, but mostly they were just into silly stuff like dolls and other sissy stuff, most girls weren’t good for anything other than annoying boys. But then these girls, he didn’t understand what they were into, wasn’t sure he wanted it, but he wanted to know more. As Ann kissed him he tried to respond although he was not sure how to. He forgot that his hands were holding him up as he reached to hug her, suddenly falling onto his back with her on top of him. The other girls burst into laughter as they fell. “Hey Ann I think he fell for you!” Wendy comments “Yeah!” Ann replied, giggling. “Hey what’s your name? I’m Ann” Jack blushed ,” Ummm...I’m...uh...” actually looking over at Tracie for help, not sure what to do here, he seemed to have forgotten his own name. Poor Tracie was now in some pain, when she had restrained Jack his feet still had contact with the floor but Wendy had pulled Tracie’s feet off the floor and now she had some tension on her limbs, blood was beginning to ooze from under the cuffs. “Um guys” She begged . “Can you do something?” She whimpered. Jack looked over at Tracie, squirming out from under Ann, embarrassed by everything, but going over to Tracie without glancing back at Ann. “Umm , how do I get you down?” he asked. Susie walked over to the crank for the winch. “First you have to release this” Susie told Jack as she hit the release lever letting Tracie drop to the floor. She gave Jack a hand cuff key. “This goes in here” She said as she unlocked the cuff on Tracie’s left ankle. “Get her hands.” Jack nodded, not needing to be told how to unlock the cuffs, that was easy, in fact he started to say it, then thought better of it after what had happened and simply did as he was told. Unlocking Tracie’s wrists with the key and taking the cuffs off for her, he looked rather pained as he saw what had happened to her wrists. Notably, he left the cuffs quite close to himself, almost as if he wanted to keep them. “That left some marks” Tracie stated as she examined her wrists. Her ankles didn’t look much better. By this time the marks on Jack were almost gone. Susie looked at the way that Jack was playing with the cuffs. “You like them don’t you” She says. “You don’t like being hit but you do like being bound don’t you? Jack shook his head as he looked at Susie, but his eyes couldn’t stay away from the cuffs. The truth was hard to hide, much as he tried. He’d never had to hide something that he wanted before. Susie smiled, she knew the truth. Ann by this time had come over to join everybody else. Susie took her right hand and Jack’s left and led both kids to the bench. “Lay down” She ordered Jack. “You guys are going to love this!” Jack looked at her nervously, this wasn’t the girl that hurt him and she’d been so nice, but he was still nervous. He glanced over at Ann, turning to her for support, letting out the truth without realizing it. Seeing that Ann was not at all nervous he nodded before sitting then laying on his back. Ann’s confidence such as it was helped to fuel his own curiosity. Susie locked Jack’s ankles together under the bench with a pair of hand cuffs, then had Ann lay face down on his belly with her face between his legs and locked her wrists under the bench. Ann gave Jack’s willy a little test lick. The boy jerked his head up in surprise which, of course, gave Ann a bit of an unintended surprise too. Dropping his head back, Jack wiggled his nose a bit, he liked what he'd smelled. Susie picked up a two foot spreader bar, wrapped a dog collar around each of Ann’s ankles and locked her ankles to it. She then clipped a winch cable to the center eyelet of the spreader bar and lifted Ann’s legs up. She finally took Jack’s arms and lifted him up and used a pair of hand cuffs to lock his hands over the small of her back. Jack laid there rather limply, a doll for them to play with, curiously letting himself be moved this way and that until he was in the correct position, hugging Ann with his head between her legs, blushing a bit as he looked at her hairless pussy, sure that they expected him to do something but not quite sure what. Susie took her index fingers and spread Ann’s labia . “See that little knob?” Susie said point at Ann’s clitoris. “That is call a clit, if you slip your tongue in here and lick it you can make her feel good.” While Susie was instructing Jack, Tracie and Wendy were teaching Ann about blow jobs. “You don’t actually blow.” Tracie told Ann. “You actually suck, you lick it a little first then kinda work your mouth up and down it.” “But don’t suck too hard .” Wendy added. “Just a little bit, you sorta use your tongue and be careful not to scrape it with your teeth.” "Ummm, hey, what're you talkin' 'bout?" Jack said, stopping what he was doing and, nervously, trying to look down at them. “Don’t worry we just want to make sure she does it right!” Wendy told him. Jack watched, clearly confused as to what was expected of him. He leaned forward, tongue out, trying to lick Ann’s clit directly, “Like thith?” He asks with his tongue licking Ann’s clit. “Yup! You got it!” Susie declared as she steps back . At the same time Ann was now sucking and licking Jack’s little tool with enthusiasm, quickly making him rock hard. Jack's head fell back as he squeaked, eyes closing in pleasure and a smile sliding over his face, his end of the deal forgotten for the moment as he sighed happily. The girls giggled as Jack lost himself in arousal. Susie and Tracie looked at each other and smiled. “I think he needs some help.” Tracie announced. “Yup!” Susie agreed. Tracie took a long leather strap and they lifted Jack up and strapped him so that his chest was against Ann’s belly. Then the girls took another long strap and put it behind Jack’s head, up over Ann’s thighs and buckled it behind the boy’s head, his face was now firmly wedged between her legs. Jack wriggled, trying to free himself, he thought he was quite well bound before they’d attached the extra straps. Of course, what they wanted him to do was rather clear, even if they hadn't already told him. Naturally, being the type to experiment for himself, Jack didn't do what they told him, but rather what he thought was a good idea, his tongue slipping out, sweeping up Ann's pussy, lightly brushing over her lip, much like licking a popsicle. Even as he did this, his hips shifted and he tried to thrust into her mouth. Ann convulsed suddenly as she had a serious orgasm. She sucked harder on Jacks organ as she came. The boy pulled his tongue away nervously, "What'd I do? Is she all right," He asked, trying to look around at the other girls for some form of answer. “Good Job!” Wendy exclaimed “You just made her cum!” Ann, her mouth filled with Jack’s cock, was unable to speak but her tongue was working over the boy’s organ bringing him to a higher state of arousal. Jack wiggled his hips as best as he could, about to ask another question when his mouth suddenly opened wide and he gasped as he felt himself following suit, leaving him panting over her pussy. Ann came again just as Jack did, leaving both kids hanging passed out and soaked in sweat. The two Doms looked at each other and nodded knowingly. “I think they have had enough.” Tracie said. “Yeah!” Susie agreed. The two Doms released Ann and Jack, lifted Ann off of the boy and laid her on a mat next to the bench. Tracie then left and returned with a gallon of chocolate milk, a package of paper cups and a box of cookies. Jack looked at the milk and cookies, but didn't take any, waiting for permission. Tracie poured him a cup of milk and handed him three cookies. As he ate his snack, he looked at the girls, "What was that she was doing, and you were telling her?" He asked. “Ann has never given a blow job before.” Tracie informed him. “We were telling her how to do it right. We did not want her to hurt you, you’ve been hurt too much already.” Tracie started to tear up a little as she made the last statement. "Blow job? But she wasn't blowing on anything." Jack said tilting his head. Wendy giggled. “It’s called a Blow Job. She said. “I don’t know why it’s called that, must be a grown-up thing. “Yeah grown-ups come up with lots of weird stuff.” Tracie added. Jack giggled and nodded. "Yeah, they do." He said looking at them curiously, "How do you do one?" “Well .” Wendy started out, “First the girl puts her mouth over the boys peepee and licks it then she puts her mouth up and down on his peepee licking and sucking on it until her cums! Simple! Want me to show you?” Jack listened, nodding his head as she explained it. When she asked that, he shrugged. "Ummm, yeah, I guess. Can only girls do it?" He asked. Wendy looked at him for a moment. “I suppose a boy could do it too.” She replied. “Now watch me. First you gots to put your mouth over his peepee like this.“ Wendy placed her mouth over Jack’s willy and started to lick and suck it. Soon Jack had a solid hard on. Wendy lifted her head slightly. “Now you work your mouth up and down on his peepee, be careful not to scrape your teeth on him like this” She tells him as she worked him over until he came again. Jack was quite under her control, coming hard as she desired, and coming almost exactly on cue as his release washed over him, leaving him panting and smiling dumbly. While he didn't truly pass out, he did fade for a moment. “So you think you could remember how to do this?” Wendy asked him after he recovered. Jack smiled , one of those goofy smiles that meant he was not all there. Nodding his head slowly he looked around. “Ummmmm, yeah, I think so, it seems easy enough, but who could I do that with.” He said blushing as he looks over at Ann . “She tasted good, but what’d what she do taste like?” The girls looked at each other then Tracie spoke up. “We don’t have many boys right now.” She said. ‘I don’t know if any of the ones we have would try that.” “Well if he goes near Toby I know Diana would kill him sure!” Susie said. Jack pouted at Tracie’s words and looked, nervously at Susie. “Why? Can’t she share?” he asked “Who is she anyway? “Diana is Grand Mistress, she is in charge of the whole thing.” Susie informed him. “She got really mad at me when I gave Toby a blow job while she was taking a pregnancy test. Diana is a really nice girl she just won’t let anybody touch Toby, but she won’t do anybody else either. Jack looked at her as he sat cross legged, looking for more milk and cookies. “Uh...Gran...grand. .Is that anything like a grandma? He asked. Hearing about how possessive Diana was he pouted unhappily. “Nah Diana is the same age you are.” Tracie tells him. ”She started the Tie-up Club, well her and her big sister Darla. She has been Toby’s, he’s my big brother, boyfriend since before I was born! She is called Grand Mistress because she is on the board of directors of the Heironymous Society. She is the only kid on it too!” “Tie-up Club? What dat?” Jack asked, then he realised the answer himself, glancing over at Ann with a sly smile. “Oh that’s really cool.” “Yeah there are a bunch of us that play tie-up games!” Wendy said with a smile. “It’s called bondage and it’s a lot of FUN! We do it all the time!” The smile left Wendy’s face. “Except the doctor says I can’t play bondage games for a while.” “Oh umm whys that?” Jack asked, listening to and watching Wendy. “Ummmm, why can’t you play games?” “Well I entered the Iron Slave contest at the Heironymous Society Convention last weekend and I won the whip-off and broke a record that stood for eleven years!” Wendy declared proudly. “I am the Iron Slave of 2005! I got's a trophy and a plaque and some gift certificates for neat stuff and everything! Tracie gots gift certificates too because she’s my mistress...That’s where she got all her neat toys!” “Neat, I like toys, what kinda stuff did you get, any Transformers?” Jack asked “She’s talking about these.” Tracie said pointing to all her torture equipment covering the table. Jack looked over at the table, put his empty cup down and, since he was already sitting on the floor, crawled over and looked at the items on it. “Oooooooo neat! What is all that stuff?” Jack asked. “Well you already felt my bullwhip and this strop.” Tracie said, holding up the strop she had used on Jack. “I gots these other whips and paddles and these neat spiked wheels.” Jack whimpers as he looked at them and nodded, then he looked at the other things, easily able to guess what the paddles and whips were for, but he was confused by the wheel, poking at it. “What’s that?” He asked. “Well,” Tracie said. “The Dom rolls this over the skin of her slave.” Jack looked at it, then at her, then back at it, clearly not understanding what the point was. Tracie looked back at him. “It’s for hurting people.” She continued, quietly. “Ewwwww! Why would anyone want to do that?” Jack asked. Not realizing that hurt has different levels, this one actually minor. “I like pain!” Wendy announced. “And there are some people who are mean and like to hurt people too.” Tracie added in a quiet voice. “I met some of those people at the convention.” Jack looked over at Wendy, thinking she was defiantly a bit weird. Then he glanced back at Tracie. “Why do they like that?” he asked her. Tracie sat and looked at Jack for a long time before she tried to answer. “I don’t know.’ She finally said. “One of the Grand Masters had me punish a woman who left a flyer for the convention that we found at the beach house. He kept pushing me to hurt her. It was kinda fun while I did it.” Tracie’s voice started to crack at that point. “After I stopped I saw I had hurt her real bad. It made me feel real sad about what I had done. I kinda had fun when I first whipped you. Now I hate myself for hurting you!” Tracie burst into tears and buried her face in her hands sobbing heavily. Still kneeling on the floor Jack reached over and hugged her, almost looking like he was about to start crying too. “Iz all right, as long as you’re sorry.” Jack told the tiny five year old. Tracie grabbed a hold of Jack and squeezed him. She didn’t say a word she just hugged him sobbing away. Wendy sat and watched as her best friend sat crying and hugging Jack. Jack sat quietly holding the crying girl and looking embarrassed, at a loss for what to do or say. Wendy finally spoke. “Darla told you that you just need to stick to the tough ones like me.” Wendy said as she crawled over and hugged both of them at the same time.” I’ll be healed soon. Then you can use all your toys on me!” Jack giggled at being hugged, not minding, but not used to being hugged by anyone but his parents and sister, blushing madly. Listening to Wendy he smiled. “Ummm, I wouldn’t mind trying some of them either. Least as long as they don’t hurt too much.” Tracie sniffled. “We have a regular dungeon in Susie’s basement, we play there most of the time. You can come over there if you want. There is a shower and all kinds of neat stuff there.’ Tracie told him. “You can meet the other kids too.” “Neat.” Jack said, smiling and nodding his head. “I’d like to, umm.” Glancing over at Ann, a smile sneaking across his face before he turned back to Tracie. “If it’s all right and my parent’s let me.” Ann crawled over and takes a hold of Jack’s hand and smiles. “Susie and Wendy keep talking about this place when we play Pony Girl. I want to go too.” She said. Then she kissed Jack on the cheek. Jack blushed as she kissed him before he could ask what a Pony Girl was, giggling shyly as he realised that she liked him. “Yeah you think we have a lot of stuff here, wait till you see what we gots at MY house!” Susie declared. “My Mommy and my Uncle David made all kinds of neat stuff and Darla made more!” “Oh ummm.” Mumbled Jack, clearly not sure what to make of what he’d just been told. Susie looked down and blushed as she realized that she was the only one who was not naked. Jack gently let go of Tracie and started looking around for his clothes. “Ummm, I really ought to get home, my mom and Dad are likely wondering where I am.” He stated. Susie picked up Jack’s clothes and handed them to him. Tracie looked in his eyes and started to tear up again. “I’m really sorry I hurt you.” She says. ‘You really are a nice boy and I feel bad about what happened.” A tear formed in Jack’s eye as he quickly put on his clothes. Giving Tracie a hug, he didn’t know what to do, so he slipped her a quick kiss and smiled before leaving, his shyness showing in his scramble to go. ‘Wait! You forgot this!” Ann called out holding up his basket of cherries and scrambling after him. Jack looked at her and took the basket. “Ummm Thanks.” He said, scuffing his foot on the ground, He smiled. ‘Ummm,m, you’re nice.” “Ummm, J, Jack?” Ann stammered. C, could I walk with you to your house?” Jack scuffed his foot on the ground. “Ummm, sure, I ummm. guess.” He said, leading the way from the yard, looking around, trying to figure out where he was. Ann saw his confusion and pointed in the direction of the Cherry tree. “The Cherry tree is this way”. She said, then pointed in a different direction. “My house is that way.” She winked and blushed. “Umm.” He blushed and nodded, looking where she pointed. “Okay if the tree is over there ...umm, over this way I think.” Leading the way, looking a bit lost at first, he set off. Ann followed closely on her bike. When they arrived at his house she smiled at him and blew him a kiss. “See you later..” She said smiling as she rode off. The other girls watched as Ann and Jack left. “Ann got a boyfriend.” Wendy observed. “Yeah and if he tells his parents what we did today we are in trouble.” Tracie said. “We can’t go beating up kids. I’m not going to do this EVER AGAIN! What we did to him was wrong! If Ann and Megan had not come back I would have hurt him real bad! Jack is a really nice boy and I feel so bad about hurting him” Susie and Wendy agreed with her. Tracie silently gathered up her stuff . She did not sleep well that night. |