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 na�ve 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.