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Stripped by Friends (Epilogue)
Tue Feb 5, 2008 6:02pm
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Epilogue

It is now a week later. I am here to tell you that, much to my dismay, the rest of the evening played out exactly as Donna said it would, with a couple of variations. The “entertainment” was moved to the living room, where, as Donna put it, there would be more room for me to “strut my stuff.” I’m pretty shy and not much for dancing, but I was forced to dance naked for them for well over an hour, while they whooped it up on the large sofa while putting down shots and beers. If I wasn’t dancing fast enough, Donna would get up from the couch and “encourage” me by spanking me with a wooden spoon and yelling, “Shake that little ass!” Words can’t do justice to the humiliation I went through. Then, as promised, I had to start jacking off for them. Donna made sure I kept dancing throughout the whole ordeal. Oh, and to make matters worse, at one point Bruce went out to Donna’s car to get her digital camera, and he snapped quite a few pictures. Anyway, I did finally manage to make myself hard by thinking of something sexual—I knew Donna wouldn’t be satisfied until I got off for her—but under the circumstances I was unable to get off, which only led to a further humiliation. Bruce finally made me lie down face up on the coffee table with my hands clasped behind my head. To my horror, he greased up my penis with some sort of lubricant and started pumping away. I’d never felt anything like it in my life. When he started stroking my balls with his other hand, I was toast. I’m ashamed to say that, hard as I tried to fight it, it was only a couple of minutes before I spurted onto my stomach while everyone laughed and cheered. I fear that I will never get over the humiliation.

One other footnote that I would be remiss not to include in this account: Last night I received an email from Bruce. Attached were three pictures. One was a close-up of my tiny, prepubescent genitals. Another was a full body shot of me dancing naked, and the third was a perfectly timed shot of sperm shooting out of my little four-inch hard-on. My mouth was wide open and my eyes were clenched shut—the classic expression of someone in the throes of orgasm. In the text of the message, Bruce wrote that he was pretty sure I wouldn’t want any of the pictures to be sent to my sister and her friends. His parents are to be out of town for a while, and he was hoping I could come over Friday night and spend the long three-day weekend with him. He said I "owed him" for jacking me off the other day and that he has some wonderful ideas on how I can repay him. His sister and her best friend will be at the house, but he doesn't expect them to get in our way all that much. He went on to say that he has derived considerable pleasure throughout the week with the visual aid of the attached pictures, and that he thought it would be much more enjoyable if I could assist him with his pleasure “in the flesh.” He added that the pun was intended. Also included in the text were the phrases “private nudie shows,” “sensuous lap dances,” "naked videos," and “cute little sex slave.”

I was given explicit instructions: I am to borrow one of my sister's bras and a pair of her panties. It should be a matching set, and he says I would look adorable in pink and sexy in black. He also said "virgin white" would be appropriate for me, but if I choose white it should have lots of lace. If my sister doesn't own a set in any of those three colors then I would have to purchase my own. I am to put them on under my regular clothes before walking the three blocks to his house. When I arrive at his house (at precisely 6 p.m.) I will see a trash can out by the sidewalk. I am to take off all of my boy clothes (including shoes and socks) and deposit them in the trash can, since I won't be needing them anymore. I am to clasp my hands behind my head and walk very slowly down the long walkway. He says the three of them will be enjoying the scene from an upstairs window, and that there is a slight chance that his next door neighbor would see me if she happens to be near her window, but that she is a nice lady and most certainly would be entertained by the spectacle. He says not to worry about the dog, that he won't bite but will probably sniff my pantied crotch while I walk, and that I'm to make sure my hands remain clasped behind my head until I reach the door. I'll ring the doorbell, and the two girls will answer. Maybe not right away, but wait patiently; they will eventually be there.

Evidently he has shown his sister and her friend the pictures and they are big fans of mine. They can't wait to meet me in person and are very much looking forward to capturing a video of me dancing naked for them, and that they'll be sure to share the video with me. They think it will be quite amusing to watch my "hairless little pee pee" bobbing around when we watch the video later that weekend on their big screen, and that watching in slow motion mode would really add to the fun. They promise to leave us two "lovebirds" alone for the night after I dance around in my bra and panties for awhile, perform a striptease, then dance naked for them. He says that it goes without saying that once the girls have the video in hand that I will be at their mercy forever, and that knowing them they will not hesitate to take full advantage of their new-found leverage over me and will make me cater to their devious whims whenever they pleased. He added that he would only allow this when he was not busy with me, that he will always have first choice.

Bruce says that after my performance I'm to spend the rest of the weekend completely nude, and that the three of them would be delighted if I could cook and serve their meals. He says none of them have ever had a naked boy serve them before, and that the girls were very excited and giggly when they came up with the idea. They told Bruce to tell me not to worry, that I won't feel so naked since they have a pretty, frilly maid's cap for me to wear while serving them. He added that he was getting hard just imagining the visual, and that when he finished writing this e-mail that he would pleasure himself while fantasizing about my naked servitude.

Finally, he said he was especially looking forward to teaching me the fine art of administering the perfect blowjob after I get him all worked up with my sexy, naked dances. He was quite graphic, saying how he is certain that he can show me how to use my tongue just the right way to "lick his cock all over," how to caress it with kisses from my "sensuous lips," and how my "cute little mouth" will envelop his "throbbing love tool." Yes, he actually wrote that. He'll also show me how to lovingly stroke his balls with my "dancing fingers" while I'm busy sucking his cock. For the grand finale, he knows I will thoroughly enjoy swallowing his "love juices" when I bring him to a screaming orgasm.

Much to my repugnance, it is sufficed to say that I would probably be willing to do just about anything to keep those pictures from going public.

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    • your ordersashcan90, Sat Feb 19 3:19pm
      Please remove every stitch of your clothing and put your hands behind your head. btw I have now.
    • Stripped by Friends (Epilogue) — Blondie., Tue Feb 5 6:02pm
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      • Complete degradation!sammiboyduchams, Fri Sep 3 3:30am
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