
Another Catch

	Mark sat uncomfortably, his mouth was dry and he felt breathless. 'I can't believe I'm doing this.' he kept saying to himself. But he knew he was, and he knew that there was no way out of it now. It had been David's idea, or at least that was what he had thought then. Now he wasn't so sure; he had a strong suspicion that Kelly was to blame for all this.
	David had come to him yesterday, as they had left the school hall after lunch, and told him that he was trying to persuade some of the girls to play strip-poker with him. He thought it would be a great chance to see some naked girls, and in any kind of card game the boys were bound to win. Just to make sure that chance favoured the strong, he also suggested that he had a deck of cards that he would be able to fix to make sure that only the girls lost.
	It had seemed like a really good idea. It wasn't clear who was going to play at that time, but if some girls were going to have to strip naked then he wanted to make sure he was there. He hadn't really stopped to wonder why, or how David was arranging this. It was rather out of character. David had always been a bit shy of girls, and certainly didn't seem the type to be getting up to this kind of mischief.
	It was now Saturday afternoon, and they were assembled at Kelly's house, whose parents had conveniently gone away for the day. David was there too, and so was Linda. Mark would have given his right arm to see either of the girls naked, but he had a bad feeling about the whole thing now. He couldn't put his finger on it, but something just wasn't right.
	They were sat around a comfortable lounge, David and Mark had each chosen to sit in one of the armchairs, and Kelly and Linda sat together on a large settee. It was a hot day, so the French windows were open, allowing a cooling breeze through the lounge. David and Mark were dressed similarly. Both had jeans, and T-shirts, and both wore jumpers despite the heat, to add a little security to their situations, and Mark also wore a tie; something he would never wear outside of school unless his parents forced him to.
	Kelly and Linda wore skirts, and T-shirts, and both had sock and training shoes. Kelly had confident, almost devilish air to her, Linda appeared excited and happy, but David had a resigned look, as if he had already lost the game. That really worried Mark. He had tried to get David on his own, to check that everything was okay, and to make sure that David was going to be able to fix the game like he had promised, but he had been unable to get him away from the girls.
	Kelly opened a pack of cards. A new pack. She made a great show of removing the cellophane and scrunching it up before tossing it into the waste-basket nearby. Then she shuffled the deck, inexpertly, but with an arrogance that  added to Mark's fears.
	"What are the rules then?" asked Mark.
	"Haven't you played before?" Kelly said, looking surprised.
	"Well, no, not really...I mean, not for ages anyway." Mark said trying not to appear childish or naive.
	"Well. There are lots of variations. Basically the game is about someone losing and having to take off an item of clothing. It doesn't really matter what the game is. They're all called strip-poker, even if they're not strictly speaking poker." explained Kelly.
	"Oh!" said Mark "What are we playing then."
	"I don't really mind. I thought we might play black maria. Why don't we vote on it? Who's in favour of black maria?" Kelly said looking round at the others. Linda put her hand up, and David, as he had been instructed beforehand, followed suit. 
	"Okay" said Mark "it looks like black maria then". 
	Everyone knew the game. It was played at school often enough during rainy breaks, but it wasn't a game that Mark was particularly good at.
	"Right then" said Kelly "Linda can score. You lose one item of clothing for every twenty-five points you score, and don't forget that the queen of spades is worth fifty points. Before we start though I think we should make sure that we are all wearing the same amount of clothing, otherwise it's not fair. Linda and I have got eight items on each, so you had better take off that tie Mark. Nice try though. Watches, and jewellery don't count, only proper clothes. And when you have to take something off you stand up and do it where everyone can see... and you have to do a twirl afterwards. Okay, everyone understand?"
	Everyone nodded. Kelly handed the cards to David to deal, while she went into the kitchen to fetch some cans of coke. She returned and handed the cold cans round just as Linda was finishing the deal.
	David was sweating, partly because of the heat, and partly because of the situation. He had had no choice but to comply with Kelly's plan to trap Mark like this. He knew what would probably be in store for Mark, and probably for himself too, but since the incident in Bluebell Wood two weeks ago, he had had no choice but to do as Kelly asked. He looked at Mark, who was biting his lower lip, staring at his cards. Mark noticed David looking at him and returned the look, but David looked away, down at his own cards before Mark could try to communicate anything to him.
	Kelly looked like she knew what was going on, which of course she did. She looked like she was in complete control of the situation, which of course she was. Linda simply looked relaxed, while at the same time excited.

	It was not long before Mark and David were behind. Kelly had lost her shoes and socks. Linda had lost those and her T-shirt, but both boys were down to their trousers, and only a few points away from losing those.
	Mark had the queen of spades, and Kelly played a card into his void. He dropped the queen on her giving her fifty points, and that was a big mistake. The hand was soon over.
	"Unlucky Kelly" he said "that's fifty points, two items of clothing. Which two is it going to be?" he chuckled.
	Kelly glared at him, then smiled. She could take off her T-shirt and her bra, or her T-shirt and her skirt. There was only one real choice. She stood up, lifted her T-shirt over her head and tossed it to the side, then unzipped her skirt and let it slide slowly to the floor. She kicked it aside, did a quick twirl, with her eyes firmly focused on Mark, with a playful smile on her lips. She sat down again and let Linda continue adding up the scores.
	"Right. Mark you've just gone over the twenty-five point barrier so you have to take something off, unfortunately so do I. You're nearly there David, just two points short. Next hand though."
	Linda stood up and instead of taking off her skirt as Kelly had done she reached around her back and unclipped her bra, and very slowly took it off. She teased the boys for a few seconds, keeping her arms crossed over her breasts then removed them, dropping the bra and turning slowly through three-hundred and sixty degrees. Her breasts were small, not fully developed yet, but pronounced enough to fix the attention of David and Mark.
	"Your turn Mark. Off with those trousers." said Linda.
	Mark swallowed. He didn't really want to take off his trousers of course, but there wasn't anything else he could do. He was a pair of underpants away from complete nudity. On the other hand Kelly and Linda were not far off either. He knew he had to play the next couple of hands really cautiously. Take no risks, and he would be saved. He was confident that he could do it. He stood up, fumbled with the front of his trousers for a while, while he concentrated on making sure his semi-erection went away, than dropped his trousers. He took them off quickly, almost falling over in the process, and quickly span round in just his white Y-fronts.
	The girls giggled.
	"My what sexy underwear you have Mark." commented Kelly.
	"Does your mum buy those for you?" asked Linda.
	Mark sat down again, blushing slightly. He concentrated hard on trying to make his erection go away, or at least not get any harder. He avoided looking at Linda's breasts, or Kelly sitting in her underwear. He had to make sure that he did not score any points on the next hand. He just knew he wouldn't be able to remove his underpants and stand naked in front of everyone. The fear dried his mouth, and made his pulse race, he sweated more than was required by the hot Summer afternoon. If one of the girls was naked first, or even if David was naked first, then it might be possible, he might be able to brave it out, but he doubted he could do it otherwise.
	It was Kelly's deal. She dealt slowly, smiling at David. 
	"Give me the queen would you? Better play this one carefully David, don't take any chances because I am going to dump everything I've got on you." Kelly said cheerfully. She knew that retaliation was a really bad policy in black maria, that getting rid of dangerous cards whenever the opportunity presented itself was the safest option,  saving them to give to a particular player was madness. She had no intention of carrying out her threat, but she didn't want David to know that.
	They picked up their cards and began sorting them out. Mark had a bad hand, one that was difficult to play safely, and yet not enough to take all the points for a major coup. The players all looked at each other in turn, exchanging nervous glances, trying to read some clue that would help in the play of the cards. Each player handed three of their cards to the person on the left, then play began.
	Mark did well, he played his hand very cautiously, and managed to avoid scoring a huge number of points, but he didn't do well enough to avoid scoring the dreaded twenty-five. Linda tallied the scores at the end of the hand, while Mark considered his strategy.
	"Okay. Right then. Off with the trousers David, and you were very close to losing your pants as well, another three points and you'd have been showing us all what you've got. Kelly you lose one piece of clothing. I have to lose one piece of clothing, and Mark... Oh dear Mark! You have to lose one too, and you don't have much of a choice about it either." Announced Linda, not adding the scores up entirely fairly. She always knocked a few points off  hers and Kelly's scores. Mark hadn't yet figured out that there must always be 145 points scored on each hand so her cheat was safe so long as she didn't push it too far.
	"We'll start with David" Kelly said "Come on off with those trousers."
	The excitement in the room was mounting. They all knew that Mark was a few minutes away from complete nakedness, and they all felt his fear. David felt desperately sorry for him, but could do nothing to help him. He felt embarrassed for himself, but he had suffered worse at the hands of these two girls, and he now thought that there was a real chance that he would get to see at least one of  them naked. A prospect he was looking forward to.
	David stood up, undid the button on the top of his jeans, pulled down the fly, and keeping one hand on his pants to prevent them coming down too, pulled his trousers down and off. The girls clapped loudly and wolf whistled. He blushed a little, but knew that the girls attention would soon be focused on Mark, and he relaxed a little in the knowledge that Mark was the real victim of their activities today. He sat down, and crossed his legs, leaning over the side of the chair to tidy his pile of clothes slightly.
	"Me next" Volunteered Kelly without the slightest trace of apprehension. In truth she was a little nervous, she had not undressed like this in front of boys before, but her feelings of power over the boys was so great that this act of self-humiliation felt strangely good. It gave her a very real taste of what the boys were feeling. And she loved the thought that they were feeling like this only more so.
	"Now, should I take off my bra, or my knickers?" she asked rhetorically. She paused for a moment, knowing that the longer Mark had to wait, the worse he would feel, before unclasping her bra and pulling it off, swinging it in the air in mock triumph. Kelly's breasts were better developed than Linda's. Not fully developed yet, but already an ample size. 
	David's eyes were glued to them, and he felt his penis rise swiftly to attention in salute to the beautiful female breasts exposed in front of him. He sat forward a little, bent over, as if to pay closer attention to the upcoming hand, helping to hide the lump in his underpants. Kelly and Linda had already seen him stripped, his boyhood on fully erect display, but it was still a gross embarrassment. He realised that girls had a huge advantage in games of strip poker.
	"Over to you Linda." said Kelly, putting her bra down behind her chair.
	"Thank you." Replied Linda, surprising everyone by not removing her skirt, but instead reaching carefully underneath it and pulling down her knickers. 
	"You can't do that." complained  David "You've got to take your skirt off."
	"No I haven't. There's nothing in the rules that says I have to take my skirt off before I take my knickers off." Replied Linda defensively. She sat down, carefully, making sure that she exposed nothing of herself.
	"She's right David" Kelly added "You could have taken off your pants if you wanted and put your trousers back on, instead of taking your trousers off."
	"But that's not the same." David said.
	"Unlucky." Kelly said ending the debate. She turned to Mark, and smiled at him, watching his face turn redder, and his expression more uncomfortable. She savoured the moment, saying nothing for a few seconds.
	"There's no putting it off any longer Mark. Time to stand up, remove those awful white Y-fronts, and let us see what you've been hiding from us in there." She said finally.
	"I've had enough. I don't want to play any more." Mark said weakly, standing up and reaching for his clothes.
	"Mark you entered this game freely, as did we all, you knew the risks, we all did, and we all accepted them. You can't just run of crying to your mummy now, just because you don't like the way things have turned out." Kelly said to him slowly, with an edge of menace to her voice.
	"No it's not that. I have to go. I have to be back home. I'm late already. My Dad's expecting me... we're going to my Nan's for tea." He said, his voice rising with fear.
	"Sorry Mark. It's not allowed." Kelly explained "If you break the rules, which is what you'll be doing if you refuse to take those pants of now and continue with the game, you'll have to be punished."
	"What do you mean. You can't force me to do anything. I've got to go. I can't stay." Mark said starting to put his trousers back on.
	"If you don't do as you're told we'll pull your pants off and throw you out the front door, and you can walk home naked and explain to your mother how you came to lose all your clothes." Kelly said evenly.
	"You wouldn't do that." he replied.
	"She would Mark." Said David.
	"What's it to be Mark? Come on, it's just a friendly game. Look we're all in the same boat, pretty much anyway. Don't be such a baby. I'm not kidding, you'll go out that door starkers, and you won't come back in again." Kelly said with a disturbing edge to her voice.
	Mark hesitated, not knowing what to do. He didn't want to take his pants off, but neither did he want to be thrown out of the door naked. He just didn't know if they were serious or not. He decided he didn't think that they would do it. The neighbours might see, and Kelly's parents would get to hear about it, it would cause trouble for them. They couldn't keep it quiet, and neither could they be sure he wouldn't tell his parents exactly why he had returned home naked, assuming he made it that far.
	Kelly could see Mark weighing it up, and decided to act anyway. She stood up.
	"Come on let's get him" she said.
	Linda and David rose as well, and as Mark tried to pick his shirt, shoes and socks up, they mobbed him. Pinned to the floor, they stripped him back down to his underpants, and Linda took his clothes and put them in a pile at the other end of the room where it would be difficult for him to get at them quickly.
	"This is your last chance Mark" said Kelly sitting on his chest "Are you going to play the game properly, or are we going to have to teach you a lesson." She grabbed the front of his underpants and pulled them away from his belly, letting the elastic slap back noisily. "We can do it for you if you're shy."
	"Okay. Okay. Get off. You win. I'll do it." Mark said ,subdued.
	He knew he had no choice. If he didn't do it he knew they could and would do it, and probably add some further punishment even if it wasn't as drastic as they had threatened. They returned to their seat, watching carefully to make sure  that Mark didn't try to run for it. He sat down and started to slide his pants off.
	"No." said Linda "You have to stand up to take them off. And don't forget the twirl afterwards."
	Mark stood up slowly, his face bright red, and continued to remove his pants. He stood naked, and spun round quickly before sitting down again. He thanked God that his fear had driven his erection away, to save him that final embarrassment.
	Kelly and Linda watched. Noting his rather handsome penis, disappointingly limp, and the hair beginning to grow around his groin. David was watching too, and he was horrified to find that he was getting excited all over again. His penis firmed up providing swollen evidence of his arousal. He had never before been attracted to other boys. They showered together naked after rugby and PE, and he had never  experienced and physical attraction before. He assumed that it had to be the context; it was the situation; the embarrassment; something.
	He became aware that Kelly was watching him, and she could obviously see the lump he was straining to hide. She looked at him, then at Mark, then back to him again. Then she smiled at him, and he suddenly went very cold.
	"Can I go now?" Mark asked quietly.
	"No, we haven't finished yet." Replied Kelly.
	"When does the game end then? I haven't got any clothes left." Mark said, then brightened up a little, realising that if he had no clothes he couldn't lose, and so would presumably just watch from now on. If he sat carefully, he wouldn't be revealing anything, and he could just enjoy the show. He felt relieved. His ordeal was over. If they were playing on, then the girls would soon be in the same situation as him, and so would David. Then they'd all share the same embarrassment.
	"The game ends when I decide it ends" said Kelly sternly "and you pay not in clothes, but in forfeits."
	"What do you mean: forfeits?" asked Mark, his heart sinking again.	
	"Well, if you lose you pay a forfeit since you have no clothes left to take off. The same will apply to anyone else who loses all their clothes. If you lose twenty-five points it will  be a mild forfeit, if you lose fifty points it will be a moderate forfeit. If you lose seventy five it will be a severe forfeit. If you lose a hundred points it will be more severe still. And God help you if you lose one hundred and twenty five points. Obviously the points are deducted for each forfeit. So if you're careful you could score lots of minor forfeits, and never have to pay a moderate one or worse." Kelly explained.
	"What sort of forfeits though. I didn't agree to this anyway. This isn't fair, can't I just watch."
	"No you can't. If you don't play the game properly then we'll have to punish you. We'll decide the forfeits as we go along. The other players get to discuss the forfeit between themselves, and just to make sure that nothing too silly is done we'll say that any of the players, except the loser of course, can veto the forfeit. And since anyone of us could be visited with the same forfeit later on, it'll make sure no-one gets treated unfairly. Oh yes, and if a forfeit is decided, and not vetoed, then it can't be vetoed later on if it's used again. Otherwise we could make you do something really horrible, and not have to worry about it being done to us when we lose. Sound fair?" Kelly said.
	"I suppose  so." Mark said rather unsure what these forfeits would consist of. He started to feel considerably less happy than a moment ago, and a new level of anxiety gripped him. He already sat there stark naked in front of these two, admittedly semi-naked, girls; that was anxiety enough, without the added fear of what might follow. 
	"We're not to involve anyone or anything outside this room!" stated Mark suddenly "I mean, I'm not going to go outside naked or knock on your neighbours door or anything like that."
	"That's fine. No-one has to leave the house, and no-one else is to be involved apart from us four. It's your deal Linda." said Kelly getting up and heading into the kitchen again. She made a point of walking behind Mark, so she could get another look at his carefully hidden groin, and as she passed him she tousled his hair.
	She returned a short while later, again walking behind Mark and pointedly staring at his groin.
	"Do you masturbate?" she asked him. Mark went red again.
	"Mind your own business!" he blurted out shocked that she would ask such a thing. 
	"There's no need to be shy about it. I bet David masturbates. What do you think Linda?" asked Kelly, returning to her seat and handing more coke round.
	Linda paused her dealing for a moment and looked at David, David looked away, embarrassed.
	"Yes. I think he does. Probably only started recently as well." she said, and continued dealing.
	"Boys are so... childish aren't they. Considering they spend so much time talking about sex, and fantasising about sex, and inventing stories about their sexual conquests, you'd think they'd be a little less embarrassed about it all. But when it comes down to it they're all scared to death of it." Kelly said, obviously to Linda. Linda just nodded sagely.
	"So are girls." Mark replied defensively.
	"We'll see about that won't we." Kelly said with a smile, and Mark wondered what she meant by that.
	The cards were collected, sorted, and played. Another hand was over, and the consequences of the play being tallied by Linda.
	"Oops. Not such a good hand this time I have to say. David, the inevitable moment has arrived for you I'm afraid. Kelly you're in the same boat, and so am I. But on the bright side Mark has earned his first forfeit, a moderate fifty point one. We'll start with David shall we?" Linda suggested, and Kelly nodded.
	"Stand up, and off with those undies David. Let's see you fully exposed, and bare-arsed naked." Demanded Kelly making the most of David's misfortune.
	David stood, he had no hope of hiding his erection, neither before, nor after he took his underpants off. In horror and shame he slid his pants down and off, his penis bobbing stiffly as he moved. He sat down again, red-faced, and very self conscious.
	"You missed the twirl" said Kelly "Come on stand up again." Kelly laughed. She knew that soon David would become used to this humiliation and her fun would wear off, but she was also sure that  there would be other victims, fresh, and unused to this kind of exposure, who would revitalise her pleasure and excitement.
	Linda had her hand over her mouth, stifling a shocked gasp. She had seen David like this before of course, but even so she still couldn't quite get used to the sight of a full blown erection. It was both hilarious and shocking at the same time. 
Mark also watched.  Feigning disinterest, but fascinated. He had only ever seen one erect penis before, his own, and his perspective on that was different. To see one on another boy was strange, and somehow exciting. He felt his own penis rise in sympathy, or empathy, or something. David's lean pale body, lightly muscled, smoothly lined from the chest down to the flat stomach, soft flanks and groin bisected by a virile young penis stirred something in David that he did not recognise, and was not sure he liked.
David stood again, reluctantly, and spun round quickly, and flopped back into the chair, chewing slightly on his lower lip.
"Your turn Kelly." Said Linda.
Kelly stood up, and slowly removed her knickers, revealing a triangle of soft downy hair. She kept her legs tightly closed, and she pirouetted slowly, her smooth tight buttocks coming into full view. Both boys stared unashamedly, and both felt strong feelings of physical attraction, urges they had felt before, but not to this degree.
When Kelly sat, Linda stood. Wearing just a skirt, she unclipped it slowly, and let it fall to the floor under its own weight. The boys watched intently. Linda had considerably less pubic hair than Kelly, just a whisp, and she too pirouetted slowly, showing off her firm young bottom.
"Now we have to discuss Mark's forfeit" said Kelly "It's a moderate one rather than a minor one so we may have to think about this for a bit."
Kelly, Linda, and David sat forward and whispered quietly to each other. Kelly had already decided what the forfeit was to be, decided before the game had even begun, but they had to pretend it was spontaneous. They finally all nodded, and made noises of agreement, and turned back to face Mark, who was sitting waiting for their pronouncement with a fair degree of trepidation.
	"We've decided" said Kelly "that you will suffer 10 minutes of tickle torture. The rules of this are as follows. You will stand with your hands on your head. You will be blindfolded, and you will have cotton wool in your ears, this is a sort of sensory deprivation, and it stops you from guessing who's doing what, where, and when. Then we will all stroke and tickle you, all over your body. You won't know who's doing what, or when it's coming or anything, which should make it more exciting for you. This will last for exactly 10 minutes. If you move, remove your hands from your head, or utter any negative statement like 'stop' or 'no' or 'don't' then you will accrue further punishment to whit a spanking to be administered by the assembled company in a manner yet to be decided."
"No. I don't want you touching me, and I'm not happy about being blindfolded." Mark said a little breathlessly. He was terrified of the prospect of having to stand naked, blindfolded and being touched all over by these girls, let alone David.
"Mark. You don't get it do you? You don't get to approve or disapprove of our choice of forfeit. If you refuse to co-operate then we will be forced to impose a far worse punishment on you. Now stand up and come over here!" Kelly instructed.
Mark hesitated, but he knew Kelly meant what she said, and frankly he was terrified of her by now. The three of them were as naked as he was, but still he felt more vulnerable than they for some inexplicable reason. The comfort he should have been able to draw from their common condition was completely absent. He had spent the time that they had used in discussion to concentrate n some algebra problems in his head, and so he managed with a huge feat of will to lose his dreaded erection, but he knew it could return at any moment.
As Kelly began to become impatient he stood, and walked, hands in front of him, over to where Kelly had indicated. Kelly went to fetch a tea-towel from which to make a blindfold, and tied it to Marks head, making sure that it was in place properly. Meanwhile Linda had found some cotton wool and put it in Marks ears.
Between them they arranged Marks hand on his head, and spread his legs a little so his feet were shoulder width apart. Kelly glanced at the clock on the wall, and the tickle torture began.
Kelly ran her fingers gently down the underside of Mark's arm, into his armpit, down his right flank, skirting the groin and down his leg. Linda stroked his shoulders and upper back. David stood watching, uncomfortably aware of his erection, and feeling self-conscious about the prospect of touching another naked boy.
Mark shivered. He could see nothing but darkness, and there was no sound loud enough to penetrate the cotton wool plugs in his ears. He did not know where the next stimulus was going to come from, and he did not know who was doing what. It was very unnerving, and also very exciting. The blindfold actually gave him a sense of security in a strange way. He felt less embarrassed with it on, as if by not being able to see his tormentors they could not see him. Not him as in his naked body, but him as in his soul, his being, his essence, that which was being tormented. He felt his penis start to swell again.
Kelly noticed David's inactivity, and she whispered to him. He shook his head, and Kelly raised an eyebrow. Finally he sighed and nodded.
David stepped forward, and slowly, with much hesitation, slid a finger under Marks scrotum and scratched lightly. As Mark groaned, and Kelly encouraged with pronounced nods of her head, David took the weight of Mark's penis in his hand. Kelly simultaneously put a hand on Mark's left buttock and stroked gently, and she put her other hand on his belly and stroked softly. Linda had disappeared momentarily.
David lifted Marks penis, and started to gently rub the already swelling organ, as Kelly continued her ministration to Mark's bottom and belly. Mark was fully erect again in no time.
Behind the blindfold, Mark felt safe, and he enjoyed the sensations being produced by the girls - he presumed it was the girls who were stroking him. He was sure only two people were touching him, and he was equally sure that David would be standing by, not wanting to be involved in this exercise. The feelings of intense pleasure that were flooding through Mark were unfamiliar, though welcome. He lost all sense of shame and just gave in to the enjoyment of it. Two beautiful naked girls were touching him, in places no one had ever touched him before, and that was something that he would not have dreamed possible only yesterday. He was glad that he had been forced to stay, and he was looking forward to the rest of the game with eager anticipation.
David continued to slowly massage Mark's penis, as Linda reappeared. David had not wanted to have to do this, but Kelly had insisted, and he had learned to obey Kelly over the last week or so. Despite his reluctance, he was enjoying the experience. The feel of an erect penis in his hand seemed somehow natural, though not like his own. The angle was different, the weight was different, this was someone else's, and it felt good.
He heard the Polaroid snap, and again, and again. He wanted to hide his face, not be in the shot, but he knew it wouldn't be tolerated by Kelly. He shrugged his shoulders in a gesture of absent futility, and continued to stroke Mark, waiting for Kelly's next cue. It came, and David steeled himself, and knelt in front of Mark. He was far less disgusted at the prospect of what he was about to do now, than he was when Kelly had devised the plan earlier, and knowing he could not avoid her will, he decided to get on with it and see what happened.
He put Mark's penis in his mouth and started to suck gently. Kelly and Linda watched carefully, both David's operations, and Mark's responses. Linda also took pictures. David found the experience to be much less unpleasant than he had expected and tried to consider what it would feel like to be in Mark's place. He considered his own erect penis, throbbing painfully, and where the most sensitive spots were. With this new insight, he drew back Mark's foreskin, and rasped his teeth over his frenum, and glanse.
Mark shivered violently. He had never experienced such pleasure before, and he was stunned that his body was capable of feeling such pleasure. He wondered whether it was Kelly, or Linda, who was doing this to him. He didn't care. It didn't matter. Suddenly a powerful force built up in his testicles, a compelling and alien force. And he knew something strange was about to happen. Then he bucked violently as an intense sensation of pleasure exploded inside him, and felt sperm being shot out of his testicles, down his penis, and out, into the world, for the first time while he was fully awake. At the same time he saw light, which dazzled him momentarily, and confused him until he realised that the blindfold had been removed.
	He looked down and saw David in front of him, his penis in David's mouth, and he saw Linda taking pictures with a Polaroid. He didn't know what to say, or think. He was filled with a sudden gutting anguish that he could find no expression for. As he took in his surroundings he realised that Kelly and Linda were fully dressed again, and only he and David were naked.
	"Now, Mark. This is how it's going to be..." said Kelly, smiling broadly. She had caught herself another one. Was there to be no end to this conquest?
 
