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Babysitter gets even 1  - Omega Prime    (FDom - f/mm - mast, orgasm control)

					WARNING 

The following story is adult in nature and is not to be read by those under 18
years of age.  If you are under 18, go out and experience life instead of just
reading about it.  This story describes acts of erotic Domination/submission -
If this is not your thing, then you probably won't like this story and I'd
strongly recommend moving on.  All comments, suggestions and reactions are
welcome - mail to theomegaprime@aol.com  I have my older stories now all
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events portrayed herein are strictly fictional. I neither condone, encourage or
otherwise accept any real life duplication of the acts portrayed herein.  It's
just a fantasy folks - treat it that way!!  

Assuming you are over 18, then page down and get to the story….


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Babysitter gets even 1a:     (FDom - f/mm - mast, orgasm control)

By:  Omega Prime

	Mark Ackerman shook a lock of sweat drenched blond hair away from his eyes and
moaned softly to himself.  What had he gotten himself into?  He didn't know
whether to be scared or excited, but the truth was he was both.  What had begun
as an erotic game of 'dare' had progressed far beyond what he'd ever expected
in his wildest dreams.  Now he was gagged and bound securely to a chair in his
own kitchen, his arms behind his back, his knees secured to the front legs
while his feet were tied to the rear ones.  This had the effect of forcing his
groin forward and placing him in a very vulnerable position.  What was even
worse, he could clearly see his older brother sitting right across from him in
the same dire straits, trussed up like a Christmas package just waiting to be
unwrapped.  The fact he and his brother were still wearing their pajamas was
little comfort to the youth.  As he strained in vain against his bonds, he
thought back to how this whole affair had begun.
Out of the blue after they got home from school, his parents had sprung a
surprise on the two siblings.  It seemed something had come up and his folks
were going to have to go out of town for the weekend.  At first, Mark had
rejoiced at the news; a whole weekend without the parents around!!  His first
thought was on the stack of old Penthouse magazines that he and his brother
Brian kept hidden carefully away in the house.  Before he could even begin
planning, his parents had casually remarked that the babysitter would be by
around 7PM.  His hopes of a weekend free of adult supervision dashed, Mark had
made several sharp remarks to the effect that he and his brother were plenty
old enough to stay alone unsupervised and that a babysitter was just a waste of
his Dad's hard earned cash.  His parents just smiled at him and told him to
behave and that they'd be home before he knew it.  At 12 years of age, Mark
certainly thought he was old enough and his brother was 13 for gods sake,
virtually an adult!  Still, nothing would convince his folks.
	When the doorbell rang, Brian had answered it and Mark could see Yolanda
flounce into the living room from where he was sprawled out on the couch
playing with his gameboy.  Mark knew Yolanda was a junior at the local high
school as well as a star on the girls track team and she certainly looked the
part.  A tall dusky beauty dressed in tight black jeans and a ragged tee shirt
cut off just below her firm breasts, Yolanda's tight belly, complete with navel
ring, was rock solid with the muscles of youth.  Her runners legs were firm and
clearly defined through her tight jordans.  Still, Yolanda had grown up on the
hard streets of the inner city before moving to suburbia and she clearly looked
that part too.  He could see an odd tattoo on her arm just above her chain
bracelet and she wore a dog collar to boot.  Her shoulder length jet black hair
was done up in cornrows, proudly proclaiming her African American heritage. 
Mark certainly didn't consider himself a racist, but at the same time he knew
the girl was certainly not of the caliber that he and his preppie brother could
be expected to date in the years to come.  Still, it didn't stop him from
rubbing himself discreetly for a moment as he watched her firm ass sway sexily
back and forth as she went into the kitchen to speak with his folks.  
	Mark was thin and still short, but he did exercise quite a bit, though it
didn't seem to add the muscles he was always hoping for.  His brother Brian was
taller by almost three inches, and dark haired in vivid contrast to Mark's
golden locks.  Like Mark, Brian was also thin, though he didn't exercise
anywhere near enough in Mark's humble opinion.  Still, his 18 months of age
gave him a decided physical size advantage over Mark that he never disdained
from using to make his younger brother go along.  Even Brian was almost four
inches shorter than the dusky black beauty that would be taking care of them. 
Both boys did indeed have a preppie look about them, their perfectly groomed
hair, acne free faces and stylish clothing speaking volumes about their
background without their having to utter a word.
	Once his parents had left with the obligatory good-byes, Yolanda had wasted no
time in hustling Mark and Brian right off to bed.  Almost indecently fast, in
Mark's opinion.  He certainly could guess what was coming then.  No later than
ten minutes after Yolanda had rushed the boys into their bedroom, he heard the
doorbell ring and a greeting which made it obviously even to the naïve youth
that Yolanda's boyfriend had come by to pay her a visit.  Minutes fled, and he
heard other, more intimate sounds coming from downstairs.  He smiled to
himself: the babysitter was getting hot and heavy with her boyfriend on the
couch.
	He looked across the room to his brother's bed and saw the covers around
Brian's middle moving in a suspiciously familiar way.  Brian hissed at his
brother and nodded his head towards the bedroom doorway.  Mark knew his brother
was thinking the same thing he was.  There was an alcove near the top of the
stairs where you could peek through the railing and clearly see the living room
below, but which was secluded enough you were unlikely to be spotted from
downstairs either.  
	They snuck carefully out of their bedroom in their flannel pajamas, inching
quietly towards the alcove.  When they arrived, what they saw exceeded even
their fondest expectations.  Yolanda's boyfriend, a surprisingly geeky type,
had her teeshirt completely off and was busy sucking loudly on a dusky dark
nipple while she tousled his carrot red hair with her fingers encouraging him
on.  The guy's jeans were down around his ankles and the boys could clearly see
Yolanda's dark hand clenched around his hard white cock, moving gently but
firmly up and down in an even rhythm.  The guy was panting loudly around
Yolanda's nipple, thrusting his hips up and down into her beating palm.
	Mark had no choice.  Absolutely none.  He was a guy after all.  Without its
seeming to have any volition of his own, his hand snuck beneath his pajama
bottoms and took a hold of his suddenly rock-hard erection.  Brian already had
his own erection hanging out of his pajama fly and was stroking it rapidly.  He
and his brother had beat off together before, so it was hardly like this was
something new…and what provocation!  Mark knew his cock wasn't huge, he was
only 12 after all, but four inches at his age he figured had to bode well for
the future.  He knew Brian was six inches already, they'd measured them one
day, though Brian's was skewed at a slight angle, probably from stroking
himself all the time Mark thought wryly to himself, though that thought didn't
stop him for a moment from pulling out his own erection and beating off
frantically himself.  
	Carrot Top, as Mark came to think of him, became more and more frantic with
his hip motions on the couch below as Yolanda's hand pounded up and down in a
steady beat.  Mark and Brian unconsciously sped up their masturbation to match
the speed of Yolanda's dusky fist.  All three boys were panting loudly now,
though Mark and Brian were doing their best to remain quiet.  All of a sudden,
Yolanda let go of her boyfriends cock for a moment and Mark and Brian likewise
stopped, waiting in anticipation for the next step.
	It wasn't long in coming, but then again neither were the two boys.  They saw
Yolanda's head descend suddenly and swallow the redhead's throbbing erection. 
As her head began bobbing up and down quickly, Mark knew the older boy wouldn't
last long as he groaned and thrust his hips to fuck her wet mouth.  The sight
was too much for Mark to take without cumming and he tightened his fist in a
vicegrip on his straining young cock as wads of stringy cum burst forth and
painted the stairway railing, some even flying though the crevice to drop
forlornly onto the floor far below.  Out of the corner of his eye, he could see
Brian was cumming too, his hips humping at his own fist as the cum flew far and
wide from both boys.
	Yolanda's head paused for just a moment, before resuming her oral
ministrations on her boyfriend.  Mark frantically signaled his brother with his
eyes, motioning back the way they had entered.  Not surprisingly, both boys
were in violent agreement and snuck quickly, if not stealthily back to their
bedroom.  They had gotten quickly under the covers and resolved to at least
seem to be asleep in case Yolanda would check up on them later….  Appearance
soon turned in reality for them both.

***************

	The next thing Mark remembered was the light switch turning on and a glaring
white light from the bulb overhead flooding the room.  Yolanda stood in their
bedroom doorway, but she didn't look at all pissed like Mark half expected her
to.  Instead she seemed to be almost apologetic as she explained to them that
she was sorry for sending them to bed so early and that she'd had other things
on her mind.  She wanted them to come downstairs for a special treat so she
could make up for "mistreating" them earlier.
	Mark had still been a little woozy, and he blamed that now for not picking up
on the evil gleam in her eye.  He and Brian had followed her down into the
kitchen where they snacked on milk and Dingdongs.  She'd even offered to let
them watch TV, and they'd accepted eagerly, dying to see the shows their folks
would never let them stay up late and watch.  After an hour or so of TV, while
they talked about school and different stuff, the conversation had somehow
gotten steered around to daring and who had the most guts.
	Like most young boys would, both Mark and Brian wasted no time informing
Yolanda in no uncertain terms that they had the balls to do 'anything'! 
Yolanda had literally laughed in their faces and scoffed that preppie white
boys didn't know the first thing about taking a dare.  The dares she had in
mind were a bit too adult for young boys to handle.  After listening to both
Brian and Mark's fevered protests for a few minutes, Yolanda had stopped them
cold with her - "prove it preppies".
	When they found out Yolanda had 'cowboys and indians' in mind, Mark remembered
both he and his brother laughing aloud at the her.  They'd taunted her that she
was in trouble with her dare if that was the best she could come up with, but
she'd just smirked at them with the superior look all adults and near adults
practice, and the boys had gone along with the game.
	Yolanda led them both into the kitchen and pulled out two of the hard-back
iron kitchen chairs into the center of the room placing them facing each other.
 She'd told the boys to each have a seat and see if they could keep up with
their elders.  Mark remembered snickering to himself as he sat down while his
brother took a seat directly facing him.  
	He remembered feeling the first twinge of doubt when Yolanda had trussed his
brother' wrists behind the chair with some clothesline she'd magically produced
as if out of thin air.  When she moved over to him and repeated the procedure,
tying his wrists securely behind the chair and looping the thin white rope
through the railing to ensure he wasn't budging, he mournfully recalled looking
at her and daring her to do better than that!
	Yolanda had looked into his sky blue eyes with her dark brown ones and assured
him she would certainly do that!  He'd felt goose bumps erupt all over his arms
and thighs and knew without having to ask that she was being deadly serious and
that he just may have bitten off more than he bargained for.  Yolanda had
gripped his right knee in her dark hand and roughly pulled it forward on the
chair, looping some clothesline around his knee securing that to the front leg
of the chair.  When she repeated the process with his other knee, he felt the
pressure on his elbows and arms as his lower half was forced forward on the
hard chair.  Yolanda wasn't done there, and continued to tie him by securing
both of his ankles to the back legs of the kitchen chair.  This wasn't at all
comfortable for Mark and he protested loudly to Yolanda who totally ignored him
as she went over to Brian nearby and repeated the binding process.  Like Mark,
Brian began to have second thoughts and made no secret of them while Yolanda
was binding him.
	Both Mark and Brian soon progressed to the point where threatening to tell
their parents was the least of their threats…or should that have been begs? 
In any case, Yolanda had just grinned at them and told them wickedly that
"Little boys should be felt and not heard!"
	They were both taken aback for a second, but when Mark had opened his mouth to
protest, he found a towel shoved in his mouth and wrapped around his head,
effectively gagging his further protests.  Brian had protested longer, and
wagged his head around furiously to avoid his brother's fate, but he end result
was the same as both boys ended up gagged and bound, staring at each other.
	"You little white snots think you're shit doesn't stink!" Yolanda told her
captive audience snidely.  "I….was brought up by my grandma with better
manners than to spy on my elders!" she barked at the captive youths.  "Y'all
will just see you ain't got what it takes to keep up with a real woman!!" 
she'd exclaimed with a sneer in her voice.  
	If he hadn't figured out before that her tirade was in earnest, her next
action left no doubt in his young mind.  Yolanda had reached down and grabbed
his flaccid cock through his pajama bottoms with her left hand, her right being
busy repeating the action with his brother.  "Ya'll get my drift" hardly needed
to be said, but she did so anyway.  Of course, her action immediately brought
him to a screaming erection, but she removed her hand without mentioning it
directly.
	Instead, with a dire promise to return with some 'needed' utensils, Yolanda
left the kitchen leaving both young boys bound helplessly facing each other,
each with a woody under their pajamas.  Time passed…  The sound of Yolanda
returning broke Mark out of his trip down memory lane as his eyes followed her
entry into the kitchen, taking in the bowl she was carefully balancing in one
hand along with an anonymous sack of 'toys' she carried in a bag strung over
her shoulder.
	"And now boys, the fun begins…" she smirked at the lads as she eyed the two
struggling youths bound to their chairs facing each other and both staring at
her with wild eyes.

**********************

	Yolanda set the warm bowl of water down in between the two kitchen chairs and
smiled with an evil smirk at the two youngsters.  "First me buckos, we gots ta
clean you two little brats up from your earlier accident" she sneered.  She
reached into her sack of tricks and produced a small pair of sheers their
mother used for sewing.  Looking straight into the green orbs of the older one,
Brian she thought his name was, she proceeded to snip the buttons of his pajama
top off one by one.  As more of his smooth hairless chest became visible, she
just kept grinning into his face as each button fell to the floor, one after
the other.  Finally, the white striped flannel top was gaping open and his
chest was completely exposed.  She wasn't done though, and she proceeded to
snip away at the arms and neck of the top until he was staring at her with the
top in shreds around him, her boyish belly tight with fear and anticipation. 
Yolanda wickedly stroked her nails from his neck to his navel, grinning as
goosebumps cropped up on his skin, exactly following the path of her talons.
	"Somebody likes this game!" she chortled as she spied a swollen glans peeking
out of the fly of Brian's pajamas.  "Don't get lonely now!" she teased,
flicking the red cockhead with an inquisitive fingertip causing the youth to
jerk in his bonds. "I've got to make sure your baby brother isn't too lonely."
	Moving over to his younger brother, the one who she suspected was behind the
whole voyeur thing she'd caught out of the corner of her eye earlier that
evening, she noticed with amusement the defiance sparkling in his eyes as he
mphffed at her through his gag.  Unlike his brother, Mark was already sweating
profusely, and Yolanda took wicked glee in racing after the beads of
perspiration with her nails as she quickly cut his top off.  She made the
little boy squirm as she toyed with his tiny pink nipples with one hand as the
other snipped the buttons away.  A few snips and cuts later, he was as
bare-chested as his brother was, though he was protesting loudly enough she
could almost understand him through the gag.
	"What's that?" she asked with a smile in her voice.  "Still hot??  Well, let
y'all babysitter just fix you up done proper!"  Staring into the young blond
preppie's eyes, she cut his pajama bottoms off around each knee and started
snipping up towards his trim waistline.  As she felt the final barrier of the
waist elastic gave way, she saw his small, but undeniably erect penis pop out
of his ruined bottoms.  Circumcised, she noted idly, as she rapidly cut up the
left side finally pulling the flannel completely away from his groin leaving
his straining young dick pointing proudly at the sky, sticking out like a
flagpole from a tiny blond tuft of hair.  It looked hard enough to drive nails
with she noted to herself with amusement.  Protest all he wanted, he obviously
got off on this in a big way!
	Yolanda tweaked his swollen glans with her fingers for an instant, and the
shocked gasp and jerk of Mark's body made her believe for an instant she'd gone
too far.  But no, soon the boy subsided and just glared at her, though his cock
still stuck up forlornly, a tiny bead of precum glistening at the very tip. 
His balls were drawn up in a tight crinkled sack below his hardon, just aching
to let go.  She left the little blond instigator to squirm and turned back to
his brother. 
	"Miss me?" she cooed, tweaking a nipple fondly.  His hard red glans winked at
her through the opening in his pj's, and Yolanda grinned widely and began
cutting away until soon Brian was as exposed below the waist as his brother
was.  Once she was finished with him, Yolanda stepped back for a moment
surveying the two of them.
	Brian definitely had the larger equipment of the two boys, his six inch hard
cock thrusting out at a sharp angle to the left from a thick bush of black
hair, though Mark's small blond erection seemed even harder and somehow more
desperate than his brothers' as Mark struggled vainly in his bonds.  Yolanda
was secretly rooting for the older boy to triumph since he seemed less stuck up
than his brother, but she knew from experience that the boys would each have to
succeed over the challenge she would give them on their own.  She wouldn't make
one win out over the other one, but it somebody happened to have a weakness for
having his balls tickled or his glans teased, well she couldn't help that, now
could she??
	"I do need to explain the rules for this game of 'dare' to you … daring
cowboys" Yolanda exclaimed with a smile.  "The first one of you who dares cums
I guarantee will suffer a fate you'll think of as far worse than death!  I'll
catch your dirty cum in this glass.." she told them holding up a shot glass in
front of their wide eyes that she'd extracted from a nearby cupboard  "..and
then I'll make your brother cum in it too.  And then you'll drink it.  Every
last drop."  She intoned with a dire note in her voice.  "And that will only be
the beginning of the price you little spies will pay!"

**************

	Both Mark's and Brian's heads were shaking vigorously back and forth in denial
of the fate that the lithe black girl was promising them, but she was not to be
denied.  Setting the glass down on the floor, Yolanda reached into her bag and
pulled out a sponge and a bar of soap.  "First, we have to clean you little
turds up from the mishap you had earlier spying on me and Brad!"  
	Mark noticed she was smirking as she started with him.  Reaching into the
lukewarm water, she pulled out the sponge and soap and began cleaning him up
all around his groin, giving his thrusting little cock a complete scrubbing
like he'd never experienced before.  Her black hands were lost amidst a ton of
soap bubbles and Mark's cock strained as never before as he felt sudsy fingers
begin massaging the lather into his steel-hard shaft and tight nutsack.  He
writhed from side to side to try to avoid her wicked teasing fingers, but those
black hands were everywhere he was in the least bit sensitive, tweaking his
swollen glans naughtily and tracing soapy patterns of fire up and down the
distended veins of his cock.  She spared him absolutely no mercy as her sudsy
palms polished the distended glans between them, toying with his gaping
pisshole with a fingernail to ensure he was 'clean all over'.
	The seat under his ass was soaking and no matter which way Mark lunged, he
couldn't escape the grasp of those wicked black digits.  His tight balls were
washed, tickled and tormented by her sudsy fingers.  He thought of his parents,
the nightly news and even his math teacher to try to stave off the coming
orgasm, but it was all useless to him.  Her hands were just way too talented
for his virgin cock to hold for any length of time.  Just when he had given up,
when he had resigned himself to swallowing his own cum, he suddenly shrieked
through the gag as cold water cascaded all over his groin.  Yolanda stood
smirking at him with the bowl in her hands and then proceeded to humiliate him
even further if that was possible.
	"Little boys shouldn't have all that hair down there." she told the blond
youth firmly.  Mark just stared at her with despair evident in his horrified
gaze.  She knew just how to injure a young boy's pride.  Yolanda then was as
good as her word and proceeded to shave all of his hard won pubic hairs off,
both over his groin and on his tight ballsack.  He dared not writhe too much
with a razor so close to his tender parts, but he let her know exactly what he
thought of her through his gag.  What embarrassed him almost as much as the
shaving was that his cock just absolutely refused to go down, even when she was
robbing him of his self-respect.  It just stood up proudly and dared her to do
her worst.  Which of course she did, taking every opportunity to tweak, tickle
and stoke the straining erection…never enough to make him cum, but enough to
bring tears of frustration to his eyes.
	Yolanda tickled Mark's tight sac to make him whine through his gag, then
joyfully informed him that it was time to make sure his brother was all clean. 
Mark didn't know what was worse, having the unbridled teasing performed on
himself or watching her repeat her performance on his helpless brother while he
could only watch with his cock spearing into the empty air.  
	Watching her dark fingers suds up Brian's hard cock was almost enough to bring
Mark off from just watching.  He could just imagine…or remember, how it felt
to be on the receiving end.  Brian had seemed almost composed before, at least
in comparison to his brother.  Now, however, once Yolanda had a soapy fist
slipping up and down his aching young cock, his ass was writhing on the kitchen
chair every bit as much as his brother's had and he was snorting through the
gag in desperation as he strained to avoid the fate of cumming.  Judging from
the look on Brian's face, Mark guessed he'd blast off within the next minute,
but Yolanda stopped suddenly, without any of the tweaking of the glans or
tickling of the balls she'd treated him to and doused his brother with the cold
water.  No shaving or anything…it just wasn't fair!!
     	Mark was drenched with sweat and so delirious he even thought he heard
the front door slam, but Yolanda soon brought him back to more immediate
concerns. Yolanda was talking again and the tone of her voice made him realize
he'd better pay attention if he knew what was good for him.
	
******************

	"I distinctly remember promising you boys a treat and Yolanda don't go back on
her word!"  the svelte black girl informed them smugly.  "I'd ordinarily never
treat you preppies to this, but just for tonight, you get…" a pregnant pause
ensued  "..peanut butter and jelly!  Oh, don't be so obtuse." she complained.
"It's for me, not for you.  You'll feed it to me on your tiny little white
dicks, along with your sperm if you're not careful." she wisecracked.
	Both boys started squirming around on the chairs, but Yolanda took no notice
as she removed the promised jars from the kitchen cupboard where they were
kept.  "Now, who wants peanut butter and who wants jelly?" she quipped.  "It's
grape" Yolanda added helpfully while eyeing the two squirming lads. "The jelly
will taste ever so much better when I lick it off your balls." she teased, "but
the peanut butter will make me massage it much, much more firmly into your cock
and make me suck that much harder to get every last ounce of taste.  That
wouldn't make you cum, now would it?" she asked them rhetorically.
	"Mark, I think the peanut butter for you." she taunted as she picked up the
light brown jar.  "Smooth and… creamy" she teased the boy.  "But you'll
supply the creamy part, won't you?"  Yolanda was true to her threats and spared
Mark not an ounce of mercy as she massaged the sticky peanut butter all over
his diamond hard shaft and balls.  Not a vein or intimate crevice was spared
from the gummy brown goo as Yolanda smeared his prick from root to crown with
the peanut butter.  "Ever had a peanut butter fudge sundae?" Yolanda taunted
the blond lad as she massaged the sticky food deeper into his sensitive glans
while his pisshole weeped precum at her.  "If you aren't careful, you will!!"
she snickered, continuing to toy with him as the pad of her thumb danced
recklessly over his swollen knob.  Holding the shot glass in front of his face
while she toyed with his helpless prick, Yolanda left nothing to the
imagination as she tried for minutes to force him to cum, but he was just not
quite there. The sticky food actually helped to deaden the sensation a bit
allowing him to hold off longer than he dreamed was possible.
	Seeing she wasn't going to triumph quite so easily over Mark, Yolanda turned
her experience and wiles on  Brian.  Opening the jar of grape jelly and
slathering her dark palms with it, Yolanda began to slide her slippery palm up
and down the dark haired lad's straining erection, stopping to roll his
cockhead between her slippery palms like she was kneading dough.  Even with the
threat she had given them, both boys had lasted far longer than she had
expected and Yolanda wanted to get one of them blasting off soon before she had
to share.  She pictured the same jelly she was using to such devastating effect
on Brian being applied to her clit and an eager young tongue just dying to
tease her until she screamed, and she redoubled her efforts to make at least
one of these two little preppie farts cum like they never had before!!
	Brian could feel the change in her rhythm almost as it happened.  One moment,
she'd been massaging the sticky jelly into his thrusting penis, and the next
she'd abruptly shifted into the most erotic handjob Brian had ever known.  She
used the jelly as a lube and beat his cock into her soft palm, silver chain
jangling in a steady rhythm as she shucked him rapidly in a backhand grip.  His
aching glans just was tormented by her warm sticky palm again and again, but
Brian couldn't help himself as he thrust his hips into her beating hand.  His
tight nuts were shown no mercy either as she tweaked and tickled his sac with
the sticky fingers of her other hand.  He moaned through his gag and sweat
dripped freely down his forehead, no longer even bothering to try to cover up
the thrusting of his hips into her slimy palm.  He was lost and he knew it.
	His glans had swollen to almost twice its normal size, his nuts had tightened
to rock hardness and he was at the point when he didn't care if he drank cum
for a week, as long as he came, when he heard a voice crack…."STOP!!"   And
to his horror, she did.

************

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