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 <!--ADULTSONLY--> Author: Norm DaPlume
Title: Summer Day's Event, A
Part: 1/1
Summary: In this short story, a teenage boy is taken, blindfolded and
forced to service seven females.
Keywords: mf+ nc bd cbt reluc veg oral anal m1st





   A Summer Day's Event

   By Norm DaPlume



   When I was a youth, my family used to spend summers at a sleepy bungalow
colony in the Catskill Mountains of New York State.  It was the perfect
place for my father to unwind from the hectic life of business in New York
City.

   The colony was surrounded by dense woods on the top of a mountain.  A
long dusty road was the only way into the colony from town and there were
few structures along the way.  I spent my summers swimming, lounging by the
pool and sunning myself.

   One summer day, the birds were singing, as usual, the sun was shining,
as usual, I had just finished doing laps in the pool, as usual, I was
tanning myself, as usual, I had my eyes closed and was about to take a nap,
having exhausted myself doing laps, when someone tapped me on the chest.



   Startled, I jumped slightly and when I opened my eyes, a beautiful young
girl whom I had never before seen, appeared before me, smiling.  She did
not appear to be dangerous so I smiled back.  She had long, fine blond
hair, blue eyes, braces, budding breasts and was quite shapely.  She was
wearing a yellow, two piece bathing suit which revealed more than it
covered.  In a word, she was beautiful.

   "Come" she said, beckoning me with her hand in an enticing gesture.

   "Where are we going?" I asked her.  She did not answer me but instead,
made that same inviting gesture again.

   "Let me tell my Parents I'm leaving" I said.

   "There's no time" she said.

   I looked into her blue eyes, she was smiling, she had a twinkle in her
eye and something told me I could trust her.

   Had this been New York City, I would never have considered going with
her, but in that this was the country, I decided that it would be OK to go
along.  I put on a pair of flip-flops and grabbed her hand.

   She led me on a path into the woods, on which I had never traveled. 
After a minute or two, she stopped and pulled a piece of cloth out of her
pocket.  "Put this on" she said.  The cloth turned out to be a blindfold
and I hesitated for a minute, but she just smiled that warm transparent
smile she had.  "Don't worry." she said and that reassured me.  I put on
the blindfold.  She held my hand, expertly led me as one would a blind
person and we continued into the woods for quite some time.  I was glad I
was wearing my flip-flops or my feet would have taken a great deal of
abuse. Finally, she said "you need to step up." My foot hit some stairs and
we climbed up four steps and then walked across a floor.  It got a little
darker and I could tell we were indoors.

   I reached for the blindfold and before I could remove it, several sets
of hands grabbed my arms and then my legs.

   I started to smile.  "Hey!" I said.

   The voice of the girl who had led me there spoke again.  This time it
didn't sound like she was smiling.  "Let's do it" she said to somebody and
with that someone started removing my swimming trunks.  I stopped smiling.

   Aside from my flip-flops, that was the only item of clothing that I was
wearing and I started squirming to keep them on.  It was no use, in
seconds, they were down around my ankles.  I felt a draft on my ass.  Then
I heard first, ooos and ahs of curiosity then, the sounds of laughter
coming from a number of voices.  The voices were definitely female and
being blindfolded I couldn't be sure, but it didn't sound like they were
much older than I was.

   Then the hands that bound me lifted up my legs one by one and before you
could say "hey, stop that" the trunks were gone.  Next the hands pulled my
legs apart.  Following that there was even more astonishment and laughter.

   I started to tremble.  I used to get embarrassed when I changed in the
boy's locker room at school and we never had to remove our underwear there.
But to be totally naked in front of a room full of girls was unbelievably
humiliating for me.  (Actually, I wasn't totally naked; I still had my
flip-flops on.) I thought I was going to pee right then and there, but for
some reason, I couldn't.  I tried to cover myself up but the hands binding
me would not allow me to move my arms.  I wanted to crawl into a corner,
but that of course, wasn't going to happen either.  I could feel my face
getting red.  I tried to struggle against the hands but I couldn't.

   Then the hands pushed me over and for a second, I thought I was going to
fall, but the hands held me up and started carrying me horizontally across
the room.  Next, they laid me down on what felt like a bed and turned me
over onto my stomach.  I exerted myself in an effort to get free, but it
was no use, the hands were too many and too strong.

   Although I strained to get myself free, my hands were first bound to the
bed and then my legs were pulled apart and similarly bound.  Then, a thick
piece of material that felt like a towel was shoved in my mouth.  I tried
to protest, but pretty much nothing came out.  I was helpless, butt naked
and totally at their mercy.

   Next, I felt my ass cheeks being stretched apart.  I started struggling
again, but that only brought on raucous laughter from the gallery.  Next
something wet was put on my asshole.  I couldn't tell what it was. 
Following that something was placed in my asshole.  It seemed small and
warm, it felt like someone's finger, it didn't really hurt, it kind of felt
nice.

   Then it came out and something cold and really large was shoved rudely
in its place.  It hurt.  I started yelling, but the gag in my mouth stifled
most of the sound.  I began to wonder if they were going to kill me.  I was
already beginning to wish I was dead.

   I started sobbing quietly hoping none of the girls there would notice.
The pain in my ass started lessening, but before it went away entirely,
something else was shoved in.  This too was cold and large.  It hurt even
more than the first one did.  I thought my ass was going to break.  I began
waving my ass back and forth, like a flag in the wind.  As I did, the
binding on my hands and feet began to cut into my skin.

   Someone spoke.  In a raspy voice she said "take your punishment like a
man, or it will get worse".  I was in pain and I figured it couldn't get
any worse, so I started yelling and struggling again.

   "Thwack." Incredible pain landed on my bare ass like a lightning bolt
and it started burning.  I screamed ineffectively into the cloth in my
mouth, I got slightly nauseous and gagged once.

   "Shit, it can get worse." I thought (because it had).  But before I
could stop myself from struggling, "thwack." The pain landed on me again.
At this point, I figured I'd better stay quiet and motionless, or they are
going to kill me.  I stopped my struggling, but I could not stop the
sobbing.

   "Little baby, you had better stop crying you'll get another spank" said
one of the voices.

   I stifled my whimpering.

   Another large cold thing was shoved up my ass.  This time it really,
really hurt.  I started struggling again and "thwack" the pain struck
again. I stopped moving as another and another large cold item was placed
up there.  Each one hurt worse than the prior one, but I realized that the
pain was not as bad as whatever the "thwack" was, that was causing the
burning pain, so I endured them at that point, without struggling.

   For a while, I heard the girls whispering to each other.  I tried to
hear what they were saying, but it was no use.  They had walked out of the
room and were too far away.

   While they were gone, I began to wonder why I had been selected for this
terrible, torturous, humiliation.  My mind drifted off to a time about a
month before, when a bunch of my friends and I talked a girl we knew into
allowing us to tie her up.

   Standing her in the center of a room, we tied her hands to the backs of
two chairs on which two of us sat and then tied her legs to the legs of the
chairs.

   She had long, fine, blonde hair, a peasant blouse, faded blue jeans,
with a leather belt.  In a word, she was beautiful, perhaps except for the
metal braces.

   At that point, one of the guys, actually it was me, said "let's depants
her".  Everyone agreed, but they all looked at me to do it.  I walked up to
her and started trying to remove her pants.  I grabbed her by the hips and
started trying to remove the pants.  She began putting up quite a fight,
attempting to resist me.

   If she hadn't been wearing that belt I would probably have been
successful and my life would have forever have been changed, taken away to
jail for rape.  But as it was, after a short while, someone noticed that
she was being hurt by the ropes.  We untied her and let her go.  Following
that she was very resentful and never played with us again.  I guess she
was a little angrier about it than any of us had expected her to be.  She
went to her father and told him about the event and he told my family that
I had tried to rape her.  I began to wonder if the violation which I now
had to endure might somehow be related to that event.  Perhaps it was karma
and I was somehow being forced to pay for my crime.

   Eventually, the voices returned and I felt hands untying the knots,
which had bound me to the bed or whatever it was, they had tied me to.  I
had hoped that they were finished with me and were going to let me go, but
that isn't what happened.  Instead, they just flipped me over and started
tying me up back to the bed only this time, I was belly up.  This was a
really embarrassing position, legs spread, arms spread, vulnerable, unable
to hide or flinch, I couldn't cover myself up if I wanted to and I felt my
face flush again.  I was also quite uncomfortable, I still had all those
things up my ass and now I was lying on top of them driving them in deeper.


   The girls started whispering again.  This time I could hear what they
were saying.  They were talking about my penis as if they'd never seen one
before.  "So that's what it looks like" and "I think it's cute" and "it's
not as big as I thought it would be" and "it's bigger than I thought it
would be" and "I want to play with it".  I hoped that it was a bad dream
and that I would wake up and it all would go away.  It didn't.

   Needless to say tied as I was, I was helpless again.  I wondered if they
were going to cut my stomach open, or worse, cut off my penis.

   I felt some motion on the bed.  Someone pulled the cloth out of my
mouth. "Stick your tongue out" she said.  I was still wearing the blindfold
so I had no idea what to expect.  Couldn't be good I figured and I pursed
my lips, refusing to comply.  Somebody grabbed me by the balls and started
squeezing; somebody else grabbed one of my nipples and started pinching and
twisting it.  "Stick your tongue out" the voice demanded.  I decided that I
didn't need any more convincing, I stuck out my tongue.

   I felt something soft and slightly cool; I thought it might be someone's
lips.

   Now, I was pretty young.  The thought of kissing a girl made me sick.  I
gagged slightly in reflex.  "Stick your tongue out again." said the voice.

   "OK," I reasoned, "kiss a girl, or get my balls squeezed again.  Hmmm.
Kissing can't be that bad, lots of people do it," I thought.  "Getting my
balls squeezed on the other hand was definitely going to hurt, a lot." I
stuck my tongue out again.  This time when I connected, it seemed that
whatever I had touched was a little too "saggy" to be lips.  I wondered
what it could be.

   "Now lick it" the voice said.

   Suddenly I was sure it wasn't someone's lips.  In fact as fantastic as
the idea sounded to me, I was certain I knew what it must be.  I began to
gag with revulsion, puke was about to enter my throat.

   Hands grabbed my balls and both my nipples and started squeezing,
pinching and twisting.  The pain made me stop gagging.  "Lick it." said the
voice again.  Hesitantly I began to stick out my tongue.  The hands stopped
squeezing and twisting, but remained in place.

   "Please" I said, "don't make me do this, I'll give you money."

   There was giggling from the voices and the hands started inflicting pain
again.  I stuck my tongue out and began licking, slowly at first, but after
more prompting from the hands, more rapidly.

   Whoever it was that I was licking, shifted her position and began to sit
on my face, crushing my nose a little.  Then the "saggy lips" seemed to
break apart.  My tongue went in deeper than it had before.  I tasted a
flavor I'm not sure I can describe, perhaps a little sweet a little salty
and a little sour.  It wasn't terribly bad tasting, but it was slimy and
pretty strong and I just wasn't ready for it.  Besides that, I had begun to
notice that there was a distinctive aroma by them.  I was about to puke
again.

   I stopped licking and choked out "Oh my God, Please don't make me do
this." Naturally, that caused another round of laughter, followed by more
squeezing, pinching and twisting.  I could feel somebody putting something
around my balls.

   "Don't stop again or I will have to discipline you again.  I want you to
clean me out like a cake bowl." was the reply.  I tried to continue, but it
was just too much for my brain to accept.  This time something which made a
"ping" sound, struck my ball sack sending waves of hot pain over my body
and I cried out.  I realized that it must be a rubber band.  I didn't want
to feel that again, it was still stinging when I began licking again.

   After a while, the person on top of me started rocking back and forth.
Startled, I stopped again.  "Cake bowl," said the voice; "ping" went the
rubber band.  I cried and then out came my tongue, back on the job, balls
still stinging from the hit.  The person on top started rocking again. 
Suddenly she started moaning.  I was afraid I was hurting her and I didn't
want any more discipline, so I stopped.  "Ping" went the rubber band.  I
went back to licking again and she went back to rocking again, she started
moaning, then screaming.  I figured I'd better not stop again, so I
continued even though warm slimy liquid was running into my mouth and down
my throat.

   Finally, she stopped screaming with a long contented sigh and
dismounted. I was going to be sick.  No, I'd better not; my balls were
already red hot.

   I felt the person get off the bed and I had hopes that the embarrassing,
disgusting and nauseating event was over.  But to my discouragement,
someone else got on.

   "Start licking again," said a new voice.  Basically the same thing
happened again except this time, my tongue wouldn't go in as far and the
flavor was not as intense.  And after a few minutes of rocking the person
began kind of singing a very surprised "Oh, oh, oh, oh", followed by an "Oh
my God, yes, Yes, YES!"

   I had to perform the deed, on a number of people.  I noticed that some
of the people had hair around them.  It was getting into my mouth and
getting caught in my throat and I had to swallow it.  After a while, my
tongue started getting tired and began cramping.  I tried to stop, I could
hardly get the words pleading for mercy to come out correctly, due to the
cramping, but the response was always the same.  "Ping" on the balls.  I
lost count of how many people I had to do this to, I think it was seven,
but I don't know for sure.

   I noticed that it seemed as though my tongue wound up going in some of
the people fairly deeply and easily, but some of the people whom I had to
service seemed impenetrable and I could only stick my tongue in a little
ways.  I wondered about that.

   After what seemed like hours, maybe it was hours, the degrading episode
was over.  Boy was I glad.  My tongue was killing me and my stomach was
full of hair and slimy liquid.  I felt sick, but it was better than the
feeling of the rubber band hitting my balls.  They were still stinging from
previous rubber bandings that they had received earlier.

   I lay there, my fate in their hands, waiting for a while.  Someone put
the cloth back in my mouth.  I realized that I had missed my opportunity to
scream bloody murder.



   Then someone, I don't think it was the girl who had brought me there,
said "I know, let's play pump.  What you do" she said, "is prime the pump
like this" she put her hand around my penis, grabbed the outer skin and
moved it up and down.  I felt an unusual sensation, which I had never
before experienced, when she did that.  "First, we each do it once and then
we each do it twice, then three times, etc.  Whoever primes the pump has to
lick it clean." Some of the girls didn't sound too enthusiastic about the
game, but nobody had the guts to protest.

   I could hear the girls lining up.  I was scared.  Except for my mother
when I was a baby, nobody had ever touched my penis before.  I stiffened
up, expecting the worst and prepared to be embarrassed even more than
before.  I had no idea what was going to happen.  Was it going to hurt? 
Was I going to pee?  What did she mean by prime the pump?

   One by one the girls began pulling on my penis, first once then twice. I
began to feel a sensation I had never felt before.  It was getting stronger
and stronger.  My penis began to tingle.  Some of the girls were gentle and
it actually felt pretty good when they did it.  Others were rougher and
pulled kind of hard on my penis and it hurt somewhat.  One girl kept
sticking her fingernails into my flesh when she did it and I winced, but
was afraid to cry out.

   As they did the task, I was able to count the number of people who were
there, by counting the number of people who pumped me each time they
changed the number.  There were seven.

   Somewhere during the third round, the pumping began to feel pretty good
(that is except when the girl who used her nails was doing it) and it felt
like my penis was getting nice and warm and was vibrating.

   The pumping continued and at one point my penis began to feel, I don't
know, somewhere between the sort of pain you feel just before you piss and
like my penis was being softly stroked by rabbit fur.  Except for the times
when the girl with the nails did it.  Following her, the good sensation
ceased briefly but then it would return again.  Around the fifth round my
penis began to feel super good.  I started feeling a warm sensation in my
asshole, which, by the way, was still stuffed up with whatever it was. 
Then, it felt like I was going to explode.

   During the seventh round, just before the girl with the nails was to go,
my penis suddenly did explode.  Waves of sensation ran all over my body, I
felt like my entire mid section was vibrating.  It was as if I was Superman
and I was exposed to red kryptonite.  I was tingling all over.  This was
the most wonderful sensation I had ever experienced.  My body convulsed
uncontrollably.  I said "Ohhhhhhhhhhh." I was smiling.

   Suddenly the girl who had been pumping me went "Ewwwwwwwwwwwwwww."
Whatever it was that had happened had produced something which grossed her
out and she had just come to terms with what was to happen.  I began to
smile knowing what they say about payback.  Someone said "you have to do
it, or you will suffer retribution." The girl began to protest but suddenly
her voice fell silent.

   I felt her climb onto the bed and then, slowly at first, then faster and
faster, I felt her licking around my penis.

   Suddenly she said "It's good, I like it".

   She began licking my penis and then began sucking on it.  It felt
unbelievable.  I was smiling again and she continued lapping.  Some of the
other girls expressed interest in trying the "treat" but the first girl
hadn't left very much of it.  The other girls had to settle for "seconds".
The other girls started fighting over what was left and suddenly (I think
it was the girl with the nails) started grabbing.  I thought I was going to
lose it (literally), but the girl who had blindfolded me restored order and
saved me.

   I closed my eyes for just a second and the next thing I knew, I woke up.
At first, I thought the whole thing had been a dream, but it was obvious
that I wasn't in my bed.

   The ropes had been removed from my arms and legs and I was alone.  It
was evening; the sun was low on the horizon.  I had to take a shit, so I
got off the bed and found the bathroom.  I sat down and five large carrots
squeezed out of my asshole.  So much for it being a dream.

   I went back into the room with the bed and found my flip-flops.  The
swimming trunks were nowhere to be found.  Neither was anything else I
could use to hide my nakedness.  I walked out of the bungalow flustered,
chagrined and completely naked.  I followed the only path out of there.  It
led up the hill to where I was sure the bungalow colony I was living at was
to be found.

   I had no idea what I was going to do when I got there.  My family's
bungalow was pretty much in the middle of the colony.  I walked slowly and
finally decided that I would wait until it got dark and nobody seemed to be
around.  Then I would hold my flip-flops in front of my private parts.  And
run to my family's bungalow.  After what I had gone through that day, I
wasn't particularly concerned that someone might see me.