CFNM Islands - gynocracies with public male nudity, chastity, "milking" competitions

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    Several authors have been playing around with the same basic setting: an island nation, ruled by women, that have turned the male populace into second class citizens (or enslaved entirely). They don't necessarily agree on the place's name, but its clear that they're working with similar ideas - its even possible that some of them are the same person, working under different pen names. The details vary from author to author, but many have mandatory (cock) leash laws, encourage women to tease and deny the men, and have turned masturbation into a competitive sport.

    Of the stories in this setting, the oldest stories (that I've found) belong to MisterStarkers, and are set in the United Republic, an island nation that has confiscated all male clothing, requiring all men within its territorial claims to go around completely nude 24/7. Women are encouraged to use cock leashes, chaperone their boyfriends in the locker room, and pretty much sexually harass any unmarried man they want.

    Julie is a four part story about a (female) high school senior visiting a college in the United Republic. Her friend shows her around the campus, introduces her to some cute boys, and then takes her home to see what every day life is like in the United Republic

    Some parts of Julia have been reposted around the web under slightly different names, but (with one exception, its always the same story.

    Julia
    Julie's Visit to University - Part One
    Julie's Date with Bart - Part Two
    Joe's Trouble - Part Three
    Walking the Boys Around - Part Four

    There a longer story, about a Hispanic family moving to the United Republic:

    A New Family Comes to Capitol Hill
    Part One
    Part Two - First Day at North Bay High
    Part Three - Diego Joins the Team: "Soccer Plus"
    Part Four - Diego Meets Bart
    Part Five - Diego at the Barbecue
    Part Six - Dad Arrives in Capitol Hill
    Part Seven - Soccer Team Visits
    Part Eight - At Bayside Park

    He also wrote The Board Meeting, a one shot story about a company in the United Republic, where the board tries to decide on a new "uniform" policy for its male employees:

     
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    At some point, an unknown author (possibly MisterStarkers himself) took the setting even farther with the Isle of Peternia. Peternia's been lost, found, lost again, and reposted once more . . . so a lot of the details about when and where the story came from are lost.

    The story itself is an excuse to show off the island nation of Peternia. Focusing on a 18 year old guy, his single mother, and younger sister, the story bounces them from event to event, in an effort to show off home life, school life, dating, and vacations in a country slowly turning into a gynocracy.

    The story also features a girl from northern Peternia, a region with relatively "backwards" attitudes towards men (they even let men have privacy!), in order to better show the changes to the society. But most of the action occurs in central Peternia, where women rule the roost, and (most of) the men go through some fairly serious teasing and denial:

    About halfway through, a number of the characters go on vacation to southern Peternia, which has pretty much enslaved its men:

    Needless to say, Neal (the male lead) doesn't have a very . . . relaxing time on his "vacation":

    And, of course, he finds himself locked in a cock cage before long:

    And that's just the first day of their trip . . .
     
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    At one point in Isle of Peternia, the characters witness a handjob competition, with one woman threatening to sign Neal up for the next round. However, nothing ever comes of it. But in his Femdom Island series, JackBro took that idea, and ran with it:

    Femdom Island
    Part One - the Milking Chamber
    Part Two - the Next Day
    Part Three - the Museum of Men
    Part Four - the Shopping Trip
    Part Five - the Pick-Up Bar
    Part Six - Lori Finds a Date

    The later parts of the story start to lose focus - John & Lori's mysterious mission is never really explained, for example. But there are a lot of interesting tease-and-denial scenes, and a fair amount of bondage:

    And Francis_Nye rewrote the first chapter, turning it into his spy thriller Isla Mujeres - if you absolutely have to have a reason for outsiders to come to the island, and participate in such a competition
     
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    More recently, AaronHenry17 decided to throw a wedding in the CFNM Republic, his take on the setting:

    Its very similar to the MisterStarkers pieces, and to Peternia. But its not bad . . . and for a first work, its very impressive

    A CFNM Wedding
    Part One - Mark gets married in the CFNM Republic.
    Part Two - Office Chastity
    Part Three - Uncle Ryan and family arrive from Mexico
    Part Four - The big day finally arrives
     
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    Oddly enough, body piercing doesn't seem to show up in many of the "cfnm island-nation" stories. However, the idea of a mandatory (Prince Albert) piercing has inspired at least one work-in-progress, forcedtobenaked's Tom & Natasha:

    It'll be interesting to see what happens with the story, assuming the author finishes, of course
     
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    Oh, and there's a bit more of MisterStarkers "United Republic". The author originally developed the setting through a series of faux-journalistic pieces. Unfortunately, those pieces no longer seem to be online . . . however, I have a copy:

     
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    The story of this here must be reality,as I wish it.
     
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    ForcedToBeNaked's moved over to Literotica (https://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=1553231&page=submissions), where he (?) has recently posted a fourth chapter to the story:

     
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    A fan of the original story, Ardor, is writing a sequel. Focusing on Jessica and Neal's time at Southern Peternia University, it picks up the action several months after their vacation:

    Its being posted in chunks, with the first piece available both at Ardor's site, as well as the in the original thread over on Orgasm Denial
     
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    Obviously a powerful male fantasy ........ I wonder how women might develop this theme?
     
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    And once more, the web has swallowed Isle of Peternia . . .sigh. Here's an excerpted version, covering the most relevant portions.

    At this point in the story, Neal Garrrett (the protagonist) has just graduated high school, and his mother has decided to take the family to a beach resort in South Peternia to celebrate. And while Neal suspects ulterior motives, he has other problems to worry about. Worried that he'll get into trouble when he goes away to college, his mother and sister have been trying to set him up with Sam, a nice Middle Peternian girl who will keep him properly teased, denied, and under control while at school Neal, however, has been crushing on Angela, an exchange student from the North, hoping to have a more . . . "egalitarian" romance with her.

    At the moment, though, he's just sitting in the car, freshly shaved, approaching the checkpoint into South Peternia . . .
     
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    A Visit to South Peternia

    The tiny island nation of Peternia had recently broken with the most of human history by becoming an openly female led society. Like all other lands, men had originally held all the positions of power and money, until they embarked on their last and silliest war. Whether all men of Peternia had eagerly participated or simply followed the leadership of a few macho bigmouths, all men came to be blamed.


    As usual, the war was pointless and seemingly endless. When the voting public (now overwhelmingly women, since most men were occupying the trenches) had finally gotten fed up, a new regime swept into power. Women senators, mayors and even President. They snapped off a peace treaty, and the weary men marched home to a changed land.


    This new understanding wasn't codified into law, but just became a widespread understanding among women that subtle steps to keep their men humble and controlled would be tolerated, even supported, as long as the man taming didn't become disruptive to others.


    What that meant to men was different in each family. In the conservative, wintry North, most women allowed their men to retain rights to their own clothes, sexual habits and privacy. And decency standards kept a check on the boldness of the women in public, work or school.


    But in the tropical and always scandalous South, there were rumors that some communities required all men nude all the time, and women stalked the streets in tiny bikinis, allowed to stroke or spank any males at a whim, delighted to see men spending their days with dripping purple erections and bursting blue balls. But these were just rumors, since so little news came from the South nowadays.


    And in the temperate middle of Peternia where Neal's family lived, the morals of the North and South mixed in equal measure, so that community standards were in flux, as people struggled to modernize their sense of "decency". Public life was usually like the North, but in private homes, each family's matriarch decided the status of her men. Unfortunately for Neal...



    "What's happening?" he demanded. "Why are we stopping?"

    "A checkpoint of some sort," he mother answered, motioning with her head.

    The car purred to a stop in front of a swing gate, and two female officers stepped out of a guard shack, one coming up to each side of the car. The one on the driver's side approached professionally, while the one on Neal's side leaned far into his open window, giving him a great look down her uniform shirt at her firm cleavage.

    "Hello officers. How can we help you?" Mrs. Garrett said.

    "You folks visiting from the North?" the closer one asked, while the one on Neal's side simply looked at the twitching tent in his shorts and smiled.

    "Yes ma'am. Just for a few weeks."

    The officer looked at the mom, the two girls in the back, then to Neal. "We're going to need him to step out of the car." The other officer stepped back and opened Neal's door for him.

    "What? I don't understand," he stammered, his heart beating faster.

    "Oh, officer, are we entering a 24/7 community?" Mrs. Garrett asked.

    "Yup. We're going to need the boy to disrobe."

    "What? Here!" Neal said.

    "You have to, Neal," his mother said. "In some areas of the South, it's not even my say if you can wear clothes. Some areas have rules that all men must stay naked ALL the time, no matter what their women want. We must have just entered such an area."

    "But it's on the side of the road! Anyone could see!"

    The officer on Neal's side pulled the baton from her belt and started slapping it against her open palm.

    "Neal," his mother said, sternly. "I'm going to count to three. And then the officers and I are going to make sure your vacation starts off on a VERY bad note. One. Two-"

    Neal scrambled out of the car and stood, shaking in front of the smiling border guard. She raised one eyebrow at him, and he peeled off his shirt and started to put it back in the car.

    "Nuh-uh, little man," she said, holding up a black plastic bag in front of him. "Fold it first," she added, when he tried to stuff the shirt in there.

    With shaking hands, Neal did, followed by adding his shoes and socks. Hands on his fly, Neal turned to look back in the car. It didn't look like his mother was going to save him, and Nikki and Sam were just all smiles, their arms and legs glistening from where they had rubbed the lotion in.

    "Come on, we don't have all day!" the officer barked at him, the shock of the woman's voice made Neal start unbuttoning his shorts almost by instinct. Gulping, he slipped them down his legs as Nikki and Sam whistled. The officer grinned even wider as his hard penis popped out in front of him, bobbing in the air while he folded the last of his dignity and put it into the bag she held. After which, she took two steps over to a wood burning stove standing next to their guard shack, opened the door, and threw the bag in.

    "No!" Neal yelled, as the stove's chimney spat out a puff of grey smoke, then nothing at all.

    "Sorry ma'am," the serious officer told Mrs. Garrett. "We've had a lot of smuggling into this area. It's safer just not to let any male clothes in, because they usually end up on the black market."

    "A black market for boys' shorts?" Tina Garrett asked. "Why would anyone want those?"

    "To escape, ma'am. Naked guy runs north across the border, it's not hard for the police to figure out where to send him back. But a runaway male wearing even some clothes can blend into a northern crowd. You don't have anything in the suitcases, do you?"

    "No, just things for the girls and I."

    "Okay, you're free to move along. To cover what you lost to the stove, here's a $50 gift certificate to the downtown Sadie Hawkin's market." She looked at the shivering Neal, outside the car trying to cover his dick and butt with his hands, then finally broke a smile herself. "Anything you might want him to wear during your vacation, you should be able to find there."

    "Thank you officer. We will. Come along, Neal!" Tina called to the shocked boy, who was still looking at the stove. He bent over, trying to stumble into the car with his hands still covering him. As he did, Neal felt a sure set of fingers clasp his balls from behind.

    "Nice tightness on this sac, by the way, ma'am," the smiling officer said, rolling Neal's nuts around as he remained frozen, bent over. "How long has it been for him?"

    "Oh, just two weeks. Yes, our little guy does recharge fast! Thank you, officer."

    "No, thank you," she said, tugging the smooth, shaved ball sack one more time, then releasing it so Neal could sit down.

    As the car started forward, Neal suddenly realized that the closest clothes he could wear for the next two weeks, probably the closest men's clothes for miles, were slowly burning in that stove by the side of the road. He spun around to look at the receding shape in panic, and his stomach felt like he was falling off a cliff.

    What would he do now? For two weeks!

    "Two weeks since he came?" Sam asked. "I thought-"

    "Shhh!" Nikki said, but Mrs. Garrett turned to the girls.

    "Isn't that right, Nikki? I told you to let Neal orgasm the night I announced this trip, to let him relax."

    "What!" Neal exclaimed.

    "Oops," Nikki said, smiling at Neal. "I guess I forgot." She and Sam broke up laughing.

    "Nikki! So it's been almost five weeks? What will I do with you? Neal must be going crazy!"

    "Sorry Neal, I guess I owe you one!" his sister said, laughing and flashing her pink panties at him again.

    "Oh Neal, I'm sorry," his mother said, tousling his hair. "These last two weeks must really have been hard on you." She looked from Neal's anguished face, to his throbbing cock, then started giggling herself. "Hard... on..." she snickered. "Nikki, now you've got me doing it!"

    With all three females in the car snickering at his predicament, Neal crossed into South Peternia naked and hard.
     
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    Neal clamped his eyes shut as soon as he caught a glimpse of the first naked male, a man bending over to garden on the outskirts of the town.

    He really didn't want to look. But as Nikki and Sam laughed louder and louder, his imagination started running wild until he couldn't bear not to see what they were cheering about. And it was worse than he could have imagined.

    They had driven into a small downtown area, and all around the sidewalks were completely naked men. No watches, no shoes, nothing except the hair on their head. Except some few lucky ones which were wearing chastity belts, offering a little protection from prying hands. The unlucky ones were wearing some kind of leash Neal had never seen around their cock and balls, the other end always in the hands of a smiling woman. And the VERY unlucky ones wore neither of those, open prey for any woman on the street.

    With the car stopped at a light, Neal watched as one very unlucky man stood, waiting for the light to change, when a group of three girls came up behind him. Without even speaking, the blond of the group grabbed his penis and started massaging it to hardness. Another began playfully pinching his butt and the third made a big show of licking her index finger, then slipping it behind his butt cheeks to do something Neal couldn't see.

    But the man reacted to that finger, launching up on his tiptoes and staying there until the light changed, when the girls giggled off across the street, leaving him hard and shaking. So flustered he almost stepped in front of the bumper as Mrs. Garrett started forward.

    "Be careful!" she yelled at him, slamming the brakes. "Wouldn't want you to have an accident!" she laughed, swerving around the man. Neal looked back to see the man, pre-cum flowing from his red penis, start to move his hands in for that last, relieving stroke, then stopping when a police officerette walked by.

    That was why he didn't fight back, Neal thought, noticing in horror just how many blue clad officers were walking around the streets. And how...eager they looked to use the paddles swinging on their belts. The men on the streets gave them extra berth as they walked by, and Neal didn't blame them. He didn't want to be anywhere near those women, or the random ones on the street, for that matter!

    The car went forward another block then parked at a meter.

    "Here we are," Mrs. Garrett announced. "My map says this is just a block from our resort but within walking distance of the Sadie Hawkin's Market. Everyone out. Neal, that means you too."

    "No, please, Mom, can't I just stay in the car?"

    "Oh, so it's going to be this way, is it?" she said. "Fine. Girls, watch Neal, I'll be back in a minute." The door slammed.

    "Ooooooo!" Nikki said. "You disobeyed her again!" She leaned forward between the seats, giving him a great peek down her cleavage, and patted Neal's thigh. "You know what I love about you, big brother? You don't get to wear clothes, you never get to cum, and you STILL make it worse by not listening to commands! Keep it up! I want this to be the funnest vacation ever!"

    "Oh my god Nikki, look at this one!" Sam yelled, pulling her back. Both girls stared in awe at a man walking by, with a 9 inch erection pointing the way for him.

    "Wow, what does that monster feel like?" Nikki asked Sam.

    "Forget that, what do those balls feel like?" Sam replied. "It would take one hand to crush each one!" They laughed, then Nikki saw another specimen on the other side and they slid over like marbles on a rolling ship. Then back again as a woman led three men on leashes behind her- one with a plug up his ass!

    Neal sniffed, watching the girls become dizzy at all the erect males parading by. Why didn't they have some self control? He didn't feel the need to comment about every hot chick walking by. Why, there were two incredibly sexy teenagers in the car with him, and he hadn't once mentioned out loud how cute their feet were, or how their breasts bounced as they pointed out the window. Or how, trying to get a better look, Nikki was supporting her weight by putting a hand on high Sam's thigh, and her soft cheek on Sam's shoulder. Or how Sam wasn't protesting, even as that hand rode higher and higher, to the very juncture of her bare hip-

    Neal's car door swung open and his mother had the leash around his cock and balls before he could even turn back around.

    "Thanks for distracting him girls! Now out you come!" she said, pulling firmly. Neal felt his balls explode and jumped out of the car to ease the pain. As soon as he was out, Mrs. Garrett started down the sidewalk, giving the leash another long pull.

    Unable to think of anything but the yelling in his balls, Neal scuttled after her.

    "So I guess you've changed your mind about being outside, Neal?" she asked, spinning back towards the car. He wasn't prepared for the 180 and the black leather leash tightened again.

    It didn't just pull, Neal realized. Each yank of the leash simultaneously tightened a loop around the bottom of his shaft, keeping him hard like a cock ring, and a loop around the top of his balls, pulling them down in their sack toward any the direction the leash bearer was.

    "And I'll guess you'll be eager to keep up from now on, hmmm?" Tina asked, switching direction again. This time Neal matched her better, but his nuts still got a little pull.

    She turned suddenly again, and then they were back in front of Nikki and Sam's window.

    "I'm waiting for an answer," Mrs. Garrett said, raising her end of the leash until it was almost taut.

    "Yes, yes I will!" he stammered.

    "And when I ask you to do anything for the rest of this vacation, I expect a snappy, 'Yes ma'am!', is that clear?" She pulsed the leather.

    "YES ma'am!" he squeaked, raising on tiptoes to relieve the tension.

    "Wonderful devices," Tina marveled, turning the leash over in her hand. "So simple, yet effective. I don't think you'll be going long these two weeks without one. Now, open the door for the girls."

    "Yes ma'am!" Neal heard himself saying, while letting Nikki out. She stepped out, then examined the loops around his genitals as Sam exited.

    "This is such a cool idea!" Nikki exclaimed. "Look, Sam! He gets his little boysacks pulled AND it keeps his boner up!"

    "Hmmm. Perfect," Sam murmured, one hand tracing the same lines as his sister had while her other cupped his buns. With all the attention, Neal didn't need ANY help keeping it up, now.

    "Come along girls, let me show you the Sadie Hawkin's market before we check in to the hotel. Nikki, if you would do the honors..."

    Neal watched in horror as his mother handed the leash's end to his sister.

    "Give him a chance to keep up, at least in the beginning."

    "I will, mom," she replied with a devious twinkle in her eye.

    Neal felt the leash jerk immediately, and the next few minutes were a blur. He had to focus entirely on where Nikki was heading and what her leash hand was doing, because she kept the leash very tight and very short.

    His whole world became the angle of her hips and her bend of her elbow, to try and predict Nikki's next step. And just when he had gotten good enough to not get his nuts crushed at every step, Nikki started feinting, moving her arm one way and her body another. And she took the most ridiculous paths through the sidewalk crowd, going in between and around when she should have gone straight.

    Some small part of his brain registered that he was, for the first time, walking around outside, completely naked, in the middle of a city crowd, but he had to stay too focused on Nikki's hips to let the thought sink in. His only moment's rest came when she said, "You can stop looking at my butt now, big bro. We're here."

    Neal, panting, finally looked up at the world beyond her skirt and the blood left his face.
     
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    The outer ring was an open air farmer's market, with women standing behind tables filled with items, none of them vegetables. But the center was a large square platform half the size of a city block, and on each corner, a crowd had gathered to watch a man standing on it. Neal couldn't tell what was going on up there, but none of the men were alone, and none of them were making happy noises. The all-female crowds, however, were. A lot.

    Huffing, Sam suddenly appeared besides them.

    "Where did you go?" Nikki asked.

    "I couldn't keep up with the turns you were making, Danica Patrick!" she replied. "Besides, Neal's butt clenches each time the leash pulls," she added, grabbing two handfuls of his buns and kneading. "It's fun to watch!"

    "Girls! There you are! Come here, I need Neal for a measurement!"

    They headed towards the sound of her voice, ending in front of a table holding about one thousand male chastity devices.

    "Mom, please! I-ungh!" Neal said, before Nikki snap pulled the leash.

    "Thank you, dear," Mrs. Garrett said to her. "Just what I was thinking. Now Neal, front and center. The nice lady needs to take some measurements of you."

    He gulped and stepped toward the thirty-ish woman in jeans and a t-shirt, who began reaching for his genitals immediately. Before he could protest she had a firm grip on his firm shaft, and used her other hand to deftly slip off his cock-leash. She pulled him even farther forward using his God-given leash, then slipped fingers like a ring around his balls. And that's when the feeling hit him.

    He felt a light breeze tingle the little hairs on his neck. The bright sun was warming his back and his bare butt. The sidewalk felt cool under his bare feet. A woman he had never seen before was holding his throbbing cock and shaved, full balls, apparently taking measurements just with her fingers. And around him was a huge crowd of clothed women, in jeans, skirts, dresses and bikinis.

    Neal Garrett had never felt more naked and exposed in his life. And he didn't know anything he could do about it.

    The woman picked up one belt from her table, then put it back. "Is he always going to be so full around the balls?" she asked.

    "The way he's been acting lately," his mother answered, "yes."

    The merchant snickered, then shrugged. "I'll use the normal ring, anyway. A little extra tightness around the balls never hurts. Me, anyway." She picked up a smooth, blue plastic chastity belt.

    "Do you have one in pink?" Nikki asked.

    "Of course, little lady. And you're right, that would look extra cute on such an athletic young man like this. But nothing's going to fit on him in this condition."

    "Oh, we know how to fix that! Right Sam?"

    Neal doubled over as the other girl reached between his legs and squeezed. Long squeeze, brief release, long squeeze, Sam was really getting good at this, even from behind, where she couldn't see his face.

    The merchant slipped the curved tube over Neal's soft cock, and snapped a tight ring around the top of his sack. It took effort to close, and pushed his bursting balls to the very bottom of his sack. He winced.

    The merchant pulled a tiny padlock from her table and clinked it shut on the cage's eyelet, then stepped back. "So what do you say?" she asked. "Shall he be wearing it home?"

    "No, I'd much rather see him erect in public," his mother said. "It teaches him humility. But definitely box it up, along with the padlock." She turned to the teens. "So girls, what do you think? Have we found Neal's beach pajamas?"

    "Every night?" Nikki asked in glee.

    "And when he's out of our sight. I plan on doing a lot of shopping down here with just us girls, and I want to make sure all our good little Neal makes with his free time are sand castles!"

    "Awww, poor Nealy!" his sister laughed. As the belt seller took the tube off him, Neal started to harden up right away. "Wait, do you like that idea?" Nikki taunted. "All belted up and safe while girls in tiny bikinis walk past you, and all you can do is play in the sand like a good little boy?"

    Once again, Neal's cock answered for him.

    "Oh my god, he likes it!" Sam squealed. "Why would any boy like that?"

    "Because they're weird," Nikki said.

    "Missy, you don't know the half of it," the seller said, putting the tube in a box. "Most men swear up and down they would hate having their erections locked away. But I'll tell you what." She leaned in towards the girls and Neal. "Keep that cage on 24/7, only let him out for cleaning once a week, and after a year, that firm, plastic grip around their naughty bits becomes like a comforting security blankie. They actually beg to be put back in. Wouldn't have believed it if my husband didn't do it himself."

    "So what did you do?" Nikki asked.

    The lady laughed. "I let him free for one week to remind him what he was missing, then put him in for six months straight! I mean, what's the fun of control if they don't cry when they see the belt coming out? But his goodies are never going to be out of my control again, and we both love that." She tapped the small gold key hanging on a chain around her neck. "Even if he does cry when he sees me flipping months ahead in the calendar!"

    "But don't you miss the...you know... sex?" Sam whispered.

    "Oh, I'm not missing anything! You see, I taught him to do these incredible things with his tongue-"

    "All right girls," Mrs. Garrett broke in, pulling the teens away, "we've got to get going. Thanks for the belt, Miss. Nikki, mind the leash."

    Neal hadn't even noticed the merchant slip the noose around him again until Nikki's sharp tug.

    "Oh, Mom, don't we need some of THOSE for Neal?" Nikki asked, pointing. The group looked over to see a stand with 50 different shapes of vibrators hanging from it.

    "Um, not all the things here are for boys," Mrs. Garrett said, blushing. "I'll take you there on one of the girls-only trips."

    "Oh. But can we at least see what those four crowds are doing?"

    "Yes, I guess that would be okay. . ."
     
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    Nikki felt the excitement building as she weaved through the crowd. The women were waiting for something big to happen to the man on stage, and it was giving her tingles. She pulled angrily on the leash to make Neal keep up as she pressed further and further forward through the people.

    Now she could see more details of the stage. The man had been strapped down to some sort of horizontal massage-type table, cuffs holding his ankles down, and a strap holding his wrists to his waist.

    A woman sat on a chair beside his hip, her legs casually crossed at the ankles underneath the table, and she was stroking his penis like she had all the time in the world. Nikki could tell he didn't, by the way he was breathing and his toes were curling. But the woman on stage continued calmly petting his cock and balls like they were a Persian cat, and the river of pre-cum flowing off his hard abs told Nikki she knew exactly how to walk that fine line, for a long time.

    Nikki pressed closer, until she and Neal were in the front row. She could now hear the woman quietly saying something to the man that sounded like, "Are you ready? I think you're ready."

    Nikki pulled the leash in all the way, so that her brother had no choice but to press his hard penis right into the cleft of her ass. She flipped her skirt over his cockhead, so that she could grind her silk pantied-cheeks against him. Nikki didn't know why she did, but some moments just seemed to call for a hard cock against you.

    The woman on stage pressed a lever with her foot, causing the table to lower the man's head and raise his feet, and Nikki almost came right then.

    She clenched her thighs together, sending tingles up her spine. Sam clawed her way up next to them and asked, "What's going o-"

    "Shhh!" Nikki hissed, because she thought she had heard the woman whisper to the man. And it sounded like, "Open your mouth."

    The man shook his head urgently, clamping his mouth shut.

    "Oh, my, god," Nikki whispered, grinding harder against the cock on her ass. She slid her legs against one another, causing her pussy lips to rub.

    The crowd hummed with excitement. Quietly, but steadily building, they were chanting, "Good girls... Good girls..."

    Nikki definitely heard it this time. Or thought she did. The woman said, "Open. Your. Mouth." She was still stroking the man to within an inch of his life, his penis now pointing down at an angle directly towards his face. The pre-cum flowed down his chest and around his neck. "You know you want to. You know you like it. And I won't let you cum until you do."

    Finally, slowly, the man opened his mouth. The crowd cheered, and Nikki felt her juices running down her thighs and dripping off her knees.

    "Good girls... Good girls..." the crowd mouthed. The woman wagged one finger at them, a sign to wait, then started stroking for real. The man thrashed in his restraints, but was trapped. Nikki saw his muscles tensing, the same ones she used to read Neal's point of no return.

    "Lick your lips!" the woman commanded, and he did. "Open wider! Wider!" He did, his jaw wide and tongue reaching out. "Open your eyes! AND KEEP THEM OPEN!"

    Nikki felt on the verge of fainting. The woman now stroked with one hand, and held up the other to the crowd, five fingers spread wide. Then four. Three. Two. One.

    "GOOD GIRLS ALWAYS SWALLOW!" the crowd yelled as one, as the man exploded a massive load of cum all over his own face. Rope after rope after rope shot onto his eyes, nose, and chin. At least half went directly into his mouth, and Nikki clenched her thighs together and orgasmed right there on the street.

    After the woman on stage had drained absolutely every drop of her man's cum onto his face, she scooped up some from his eyes on one finger, held it aloft to the crowd, then presented it in front of his lips.

    "Good Girls Always Swallow!" the crowd chanted again, and the man, having no choice, licked her finger clean. And again, and again, until there was nothing left to scoop off his face.

    The crowd broke in to loud applause, the woman took a few deep bows, then unbuckled the man and threw him a wet cloth. He simply lay on the table, spent.

    Nikki stood, weak in the knees from the orgasm, as the crowd dispersed. The hard cock against her ass twitched, and Nikki turned her head back, so that her mouth could whisper in her brother's ear.

    "Neal, I swear on these soaked panties that I'm wearing that I'm going to have you up on that stage one day."
     
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    Remembering Nikki's promise, it was a very contrite Neal who carried their girls' bags to the resort and waited as they teased the concierge with peeks up their short skirts, then ran away laughing when he got flustered and hard. They ordered Neal to carry their bags to the house, then ran upstairs to try on every bikini they had brought. Neal just sat in the living room, hoping the girls would forget he or the Sadie Hawkins market even existed.

    And when they finally flounced down the stairs, Nikki in white dental floss suit that looked spectacular against her even tan and dark hair, and Sam in a more conservative, yet still eye-catching, blue bikini, Neal tried his best not to look, because waiting alone had finally made his penis go comfortably soft for the first time in hours.

    But just having the girls around, skipping barefoot into the kitchen to get glasses of milk, applying suntan lotion to each others' backs, their breasts bouncing as they giggled-

    "Someone's thinking dirty thoughts!" Nikki sang, and Neal knew he was in trouble, even before she pointed at the erection which had completely snuck up on him.

    "Well, remember from before?" Sam asked. "I guess suntan lotion turns nudie Neal on!"

    "Okay, if that's the case..." Nikki said, heading toward him.

    "No, I wasn't- it just happened!" he pleaded, as she dragged him by the balls out the front door and onto the sidewalk, where Nikki handed him the bottle of lotion.

    "Your turn, big bro! Let's see if you like being watched putting on lotion!" When Sam locked the front door, Neal knew he had no choice.

    As he started on his shoulders, Nikki yelled, "Make sure you get EVERYTHING, big brother! We wouldn't want those cute balls to get burned!" And that's when the crowd started gathering.

    Older women who smirked behind their dark sunglasses, teenagers who simply stood there with huge smiles, mothers explaining anatomy to their young daughters and tapping their feet waiting for him to get to the good parts- the crowd was truly a mix of every possible embarrassment Neal could have imagined.

    Which made it even worse when Neal did get to the good parts, because he realized the moment he put his slick hand on his dripping hard penis, he was going to cum if he moved an inch. Right here, in front of the world!

    He had been teased too long, his hand felt too good, for him to have a chance at holding back. Hand frozen, he looked at Nikki desperately.

    "Oh no!" she yelled. "I'm not giving you permission to make a cummie! One drop and I'll spank you right here!"

    Which immediately set half the crowd cheering for him to cum, and the other half for him to hold back. The younger girls in the crowd wanted to see a boy spurt all over himself, then get punished, because they had never seen either. The older women and mothers who had seen their fill of male orgasms and spankings, all cheered for him to resist, because they found the sight of a muscular, young boy mashing his teeth to hold back an obviously huge load of sperm delicious.

    Neal couldn't even spare enough thought to explain that he had been asking Nikki for permission to stop! He hated the thought of losing control in front of so many laughing strangers, but he couldn't move his hand, or he would! Slowly, slowly, Neal peeled off one finger after another, never being safe from the ultimate embarrassment until the last digit came off, leaving his penis red, dripping and rock hard for the world to see.

    The younger part of the crowd awwwed, and the mothers applauded, until Nikki yelled, "You're not finished until you've covered it all!" Then the cheers were reversed, with good reason.

    Millimeters away from a gushing five-week orgasm, Neal gingerly applied suntan lotion to all of his cock, balls and butt, while dancing from foot to foot and moaning with the effort of holding his orgasm back. His addled mind didn't realize he was giving the crowd a much better and longer show than if he had just cum quickly.

    The women and girls giggled and hooted at his expressions and how often he had to stop, until Neal finally finished and removed his hands, a sweating, panting mess. Nikki came up and batted his prick once, the resulting bobbing almost sending him over. "And that's your lesson for thinking dirty thoughts while I put on my suntan lotion!"

    The crowd clapped, then started to disperse, and Neal noticed his own mother standing near the front door with a smirk on her face. Neal realized she hadn't stopped the show when she exited the house- she had watched and enjoyed it!

    Mrs. Garrett walked past the girls, swinging her slim hips under her light sundress, only saying, "Neal, carry the gear, will you?"
     
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    And it worked. Waddling after the women down to the sand, arms loaded with their gear, gave Neal no chance to touch his penis just one more time and mess up. By the time they found their spot of sand, his need to cum wasn't mind-numbing, though he was still hard.

    But only after a few minutes of laying on their towels like languid supermodels, the girls started to get antsy. Neal heard them begin to rate all the other naked men on the beach, but making disappointed comments as none came close enough for a better look. They whispered to each other, then Nikki spun around to face their mother on all fours.

    Neal, knowing for the millionth time that he shouldn't look, still let his eyes drift over to the teen ass right in his face. He marveled at the tiny white string wedged between his sister's cheeks, and how the bikini bottom widened to cover her triangle in the front was riding a little to the side, so the barest of pussy lips showed, glistening with sweat.

    "Mom, can Sam and I go running? We haven't done our miles today."

    "Sure honey," the adult answered lazily from her beach chair. "But take Neal."

    "But Mom!" Nikki yelled, then whispered, "Sam and I wanted to do some boy watching!"

    Mrs. Garrett grinned. "So do I, so take your brother with you. You can use the leash to make sure he keeps up."

    "Okay, I guess."

    Neal gulped when he realized the stretches the girls began doing weren't for his erotic benefit. While they still smiled and joked as Sam pushed Nikki's straight leg toward her shoulder, making her thong ride even tighter and showing the sides of her cute asshole to the world, these girls were getting ready to run. Far.

    Neal remembered he was a three-sport athlete, and older. But they were long-distance runners, in peak season. And they would have him by the balls.

    "Oh, and Nikki?" his mother said, as Nikki was approaching his privates with the leash.

    "Yes?"

    "Leave the top loop off- then the leash will pull on his testicles more."

    "Thanks mom!" she chirped, slipping only the bottom loop of the cock leash on him, so any tension would fall solely on his balls. And with a yank, they were off.

    Luckily, they started slow. And even though Nikki would occasionally sprint a few steps just to hear Neal yelp, the pace was a light jog which Neal could easily keep.

    And finally, he got to enjoy a sight: two firm girl butts in bikinis, bouncing in front of him, legs flexing and extending, cute feet kicking up sand, step after step. Bounce, flex, kick-kick. Neal actually enjoyed it, for the first mile.

    A quarter way through the second mile, Neal was poured in sweat. He had assumed the girls would stop and ogle men on the way, but just passing by seemed to be enough. He was panting, calves burning from pushing into the soft sand for each step, and the pull on his balls was only becoming tighter.

    One pull after he started to fall behind was enough- without the top loop, his balls felt like they were exploding! Neal started to loose peripheral vision from the lack of breath. His entire vision focused on that white string disappearing into those bouncing tan globes, and keeping up with it.

    Both girls surprised him by suddenly rambling to a stop. Nikki bent over, hands on knees, and now Neal had the time to see, their stomachs were heaving even more than his.

    Still breathing hard, Neal smiled. Neal wondered if maybe he didn't have to be so afraid of his kid sister and her friend. Not demi-goddesses nor all-powerful beings, even though the local laws might try to make them so. His penis soft from the exertion, adrenaline buoying his spirits, Neal realized they were just girls, after all.

    Unlike the woman running toward them. Tall, brown hair in a no-nonsense ponytail, long legs eating distance with each stride, she looked to be in college, or even beyond. All Neal knew as she approached, growing larger by the second, was that she was hot. Not cute- hot.

    Then she turned right for them, and Neal's heart started to thump. Luckily the hard running had softened him again, so he was able to at least look her in the eye.

    "You girls all right?" the stranger asked, not even out of breath.

    "Yeah..." Nikki panted, "it just feels like we ran SO far..."

    "Soft sand works the calves much more than grass," the hottie offered. "Multiply your sand distance by three, and that's how far you would have run."

    "Oh, okay," Nikki panted.

    "Keep training on the sand, and when you return to grass, you'll be bionic."

    "Thanks," Sam replied, still huffing.

    "You look like you held up pretty well," the hot brunette said, turning to the standing Neal. "My name's Angie. How do you train?"

    "Well, I, uh, um," he stammered. She was talking to him! He coughed, then composed. This was his chance! "You know, I do some basketball in the winter and in the Spring I uh-"

    This time, Neal felt it start to happen, slowly and horribly. Her incredibly flat, hard, stomach. Her legs, sculpted out of marble like a Greek goddess. Nipples on perfect handful-sized breasts, poking against her tight sports bra with each deep breath. And her smiling attention-

    Neal, in plain sight of the hottest girl he had ever seen, was getting hard. And there was nothing he could do to stop it.

    "And you know, I uh, um...lift weights...and," he stammered as his penis passed horizontal. Focus, focus! Not now! Breathe!

    "Yes, you sure do," Angie said, smirking and dropping her gaze right to his crouch.

    "No, I wasn't thinking about that! I just, ahhh-" He was fully hard now, pointing at the sky, and his penis waggled as he talked.

    "Well, I better get going," Angie laughed, stepping back. "That little guy looks ready to go off, and I'm miles from a shower. See you around, girls." She started to jog away.

    Imagining this tall beauty naked, with soap caressing her most intimates, the muscle at the base of Neal's cock pulsed again, thrusting his cock farther forward right as Angie looked back at him. She smiled, then was gone. Neal stood, painfully hard and blushing red.

    An amazed Nikki turned to an equally amazed Sam.

    "We are SO doing that again!"
     
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    And they did. The girls would spot a beautiful woman in the distance, Nikki would slip the leash off of him, and Sam would give Neal a slap on the ass to get him moving. The threat was always the same: make a real attempt to get that girl's phone number, or he would be going up on the Sadie Hawkins's table within the hour. And, if Neal was actually good enough to pick someone up, the girls promised they would let him cum back at the house.

    But Nikki and Sam didn't pick average-looking women Neal would have felt comfortable approaching. No, they picked stone cold foxes with huge fake breasts, sun-bathing supermodels wearing next to nothing, and even groups of giggling teen-age girls. And once she noticed getting hard in front of groups made Neal the most embarrassed, Nikki made him approach only those.

    Groups of twos and threes lying on blankets, groups of fours or sixes playing volleyball, and once, an entire 11-member cheerleading team with perfect hair and make-up, and sting thongs so tiny that every inch of their perfect butts showed to the world.

    And every time, as Neal would get uncontrollably hard looking at the buffet of cleavage, thongs and bare feet in front of him, the girls would start laughing, Neal would lose any chance of being smooth or getting a number, and that's when his two "babysitters" would show up.

    They would always apologize profusely, saying, I hope our 14-year old cousin wasn't bothering you, he likes to show off his hard pee-pee to girls, and yes, he does seem big for his age, but just look, he doesn't even have any hair down there yet, so how old could he be?

    Then Nikki would lean toward one of the girls and half-whisper, but he's big enough, because we caught him masturbating last week, which is why Mom is having us watch him! And all the girls would laugh, looking over the red-faced, hard and full-balled Neal, and having no trouble imagining him an over-excited teenager who couldn't keep from playing with himself if a woman wasn't watching him.

    Sam would say "Bad Nealie!", slip the leash on him, and give him three spanks on the butt, then make him apologize for not being able to control his erections in public before dragging Neal away by the balls. And as soon as they got out of sight, Nikki and Sam would roll on the sand in laughter, before finding another group to make him do it again.

    And even though Neal never got any girls' numbers, some offered them to Nikki and Sam, so they could hang out and help 'watch' Neal later! Nikki took every one, smiling at Neal as she did so.

    By the time they returned to the vacation house around sunset, Neal was emotionally exhausted and almost crying in embarrassment. He couldn't imagine ever approaching a girl again without picturing all those laughing groups in bikinis, and how he got hard in front of all of them.

    The girls were about to lead him inside for a shower to wash away his sweat, but then Nikki saw the outdoor shower on the side of the house, meant for those coming back from the beach to wash off sand before they entered. And as before, Neal was required to do a private task in full view of the sidewalk, showering and soaping himself as many fully clothed women walked by and made cat-calls.

    There were four vacation houses in a square, and across the courtyard between them, Sam spotted another outdoor shower running.

    "Nikki, look! There are two boys showering alone outside that house! Ohh, aren't they cute! And they're getting themselves hard!"

    "Hey!" Nikki yelled to the two teenagers across the courtyard. "Don't play with yourselves! My friend and I will be over to play with you in just a second!"

    The boys took their hands off their hard penises right away, shocked at being caught since no one in their family had been watching.

    "Sam, run inside and get Neal's cage, then lock him up. I'm going to have a talk with those boys' mother."

    As Sam squeezed his nuts and locked the chastity belt before running after Nikki, Neal just stood under the lukewarm stream and watched the two boys quiver and try to hide their erections as the sexy, confident girls strutted toward them.

    It just isn't fair, Neal thought. It just isn't fair!
     
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    Neal had been lying on his bed, trying to see if he could slip the cage off without crushing his balls when Sam bounced into the room wearing only a tight t-shirt and panties.

    "Hi nude Nealie! Whoops, you shouldn't be touching there!"

    "No, I wasn't playing- it's just, you know, uncomfortable."

    "Aww. Poor baby," she said, jumping on the bed beside him. "But your new pajamas won't come off without a key. A very special little key." As she talked, Sam lay on her back like Neal, and stretched her legs completely out, crossing them at the ankle. And Neal noticed that, hanging near her tiny foot, on a thin silver anklet chain, was the key to his chastity belt.

    "I thought you'd notice my new anklet," she giggled, rotating her ankle for him to see. "Even if you don't kiss my feet anymore. Do you remember that night? When you licked all my little toes?"

    Neal winced as the cage bit around a growing erection, cutting it off. "Yes."

    "Would you like to do that again? Kiss and lick my feet tonight?" She wiggled her toes and the key. Neal gulped. Her toenails were painted pink, as before.

    "No," he finally replied.

    "What? But don't you like me?"

    "No, of course not!"

    "Why?"

    "Because you squeeze my balls every chance you get!"

    "That really hurts?"

    "Yes!" Neal yelled.

    "And it's not kind of a good hurt?"

    "No, Sam, it really, really hurts! It's the worst hurt a guy can feel!"

    "Oh," she said, leaning back. "I didn't know. It is a lot of fun making you yelp, but I'll try not to do it as much, okay?"

    "Whatever."

    "You still don't like me?" Sam asked, sliding her warm bare leg over Neal's. Just feeling her was making his cage tight. But the gentle contact was nice, after a long day of harshness.

    "No, Sam," Neal said, sneaking a look at her pink panties and the mound they held. "You're Nikki's friend, not mine."

    "But I'm also your first kiss. And I'm also the one who's got the key to your cock around my ankle."

    Sam saying 'cock' made Neal look at her face for the first time. And for the first time, he saw a girl with needs and a mind of her own. A girl with great legs and a flat stomach, lying in his bed in only her panties and a nipple hugging shirt. Whose needs were wanting him.

    Neal pounced on Sam, pinning her to the bed and kissing her with fire. She responded back, somewhat clumsily, and Neal used his hands and body to direct her. His cock was straining to break out of his cage, causing him pain, but he didn't care. He did care that the outside of the cage was rubbing against Sam's panties, causing a wet spot there.

    The wetter she gets, the more chance this thing comes off!

    They kissed feverishly for minutes, Neal respectfully keeping his hands on her shoulders and face, even though he wanted to reach under her shirt badly. Sam's hands, however, traveled all over his balls, butt, legs and back, feeling every inch of him.

    "Take this off," he begged, bumping her with the cage. Sam nodded, biting her lip, and started reaching for her ankle. Neal rolled onto his back, and Sam slipped the key into the lock.

    "Ahhhhhh!" Neal groaned, as the top of the cage pulled away and his penis popped out to full hardness. "That feels incredible!"

    "Everything going okay in here?" Neal's mother asked from the doorway.

    "Yes, yes, Mrs. Garrett!" Sam squealed, straddling Neal's hips with both hands on his fully erect cock. "I was just, just, letting Neal out one last time before locking him away for the night!"

    "Ahh, I see," the mom replied with a knowing grin. "Yes, sometimes new cages can pinch a boy who is not used to them. Good thinking, Sam." By this time, the girl had stepped off the bed, and stood with her hands demurely behind her back.

    "You know what will help pinching? A little baby oil. I'll get some." Mrs. Garrett returned a second later with a clear bottle. "Here, I'll show you how to apply this, and then we can let Neal get some sleep, all safe and locked up."

    "Yes, ma'am," Sam said, looking at Neal with eyes that said "I'm sorry!"

    So after a girl in pink panties and soft, soft hands applied warm baby oil to his aching cock and balls under his mother's thorough direction, Neal was stuffed back into his cock cage and left alone in the dark room. He pounded the sheets in frustration for 15 minutes, then cried himself to sleep.
     
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    The next morning, when Neal was woken up by a beaming Nikki and Sam, both wearing sports bras, running shorts, and track shoes, he groaned. They made him shower outside and shave his crotch extra smooth so they could keep up the "little baby cousin" farce, and then they were off.

    It was just like the previous day, with Nikki and Sam searching out the biggest groups of hot girls they could find, then making Neal approach them. In his state, every move made by a bikini-clad woman made something interesting shake or squeeze, and standing naked in front of so many of them would quickly make him pop a boner, always leading to his humiliation.

    Nikki and Sam, when they finally showed up, were picking up even more numbers and making even more friends, who liked how the two handled Neal and wanted to see much, much more.

    Halfway through the day, Nikki added another twist to the game.

    "Okay, stop here," she said, yanking the leash. "There's a group of five girls right over that dune." She slipped the leash off Neal, then started rubbing his penis. "When I say 'go!' you're gonna run towards them, boner boy!"

    "No, Nikki, please!" Neal panted as she worked him harder and harder, right up to the edge of orgasm and stopped. Once, twice, three times, until his penis was steel hard and dripping in pre-cum. She took him to the edge again, and hung him there for a minute, one stroke away from cumming.

    "Go!" she yelled, smacking him on the ass. "Run!" Neal stumbled over the dune and toward the group, now approaching them already hard! What could he do in this situation? Was there even anything to say?

    Luckily they were facing away from him, standing and talking. The closest was a young blonde with short-cropped hair, who had a killer set of legs and calves, like a star athlete.

    Neal got as close as he dared, then stammered, "Um, excuse me ladies, I was just, um wondering if I could have one-"

    The blonde turned, then said, "So! You won't get naked in my house, but this is how you approach me on the beach?"

    "Jessica! I'm sorry, Oh god!" Neal gasped, looking the blond from chapter 2 over. "I didn't know it was you, I'm sorry!"

    "Well, if this is your way of making it up to me," she said, looking at his hard, dripping penis, "I accept!"

    "Jess, do you know this guy, or should we call the police?" one of her friends asked.

    "No, he's okay. Everyone, this is Neal, the boy I told you about from my two weeks in Middle High. The one," she added, throwing him a look, "who kept getting hard around me but wouldn't take his shirt off because he was embarrassed. Neal, these are my friends from my old high school up north."

    He managed to wave, even though his heart was pounding out of his chest. Jessica, seeing me like this!

    "So, the way you avoided me the last two weeks of class, I thought you didn't like me anymore," she said. "Have you had a change of..." she looked at his throbbing penis, "heart?" Her friends giggled.

    "No, it's my sister and her friend," Neal spat. "They're making me try to get girls' numbers on the beach, like this." His face was burning red. "I'm sorry, I'll leave."

    "No, wait," Jessica said. "If you get a number, you get to stop?" Neal nodded. "Hey Janice, hand me your lipstick." One of her friends did, and Jessica grabbed Neal's hand and scribbled in his palm with the thick red point. "There you go. One bona-fide number of the place I'm staying down here. Maybe you'll actually call me." She let go of his hand. "Sometime."

    Neal stared at the huge, smudged red numbers, then back up at her smiling, angelic face.

    "Nealie! Nealie! Where did you get to!" Nikki theater yelled, coming over the ridge. "There you are! I'm sorry ladies, was my little 14-year old cous...." She trailed off as she saw Neal smiling, extending his palm defiantly out towards her so she could see the phone number written on it.
     
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    "What kind of ho gives out her phone number to a stranger on the beach anyway?" Nikki said, throwing open the door to their house. She flopped on the couch. "Some girls have no class."

    "Yeah, especially since he came at them with a huge wagging erection," Sam added, smiling at him. "No class."

    Nikki looked at her brother, who hadn't stopped grinning the entire way back, then barked, "Sam, get his cage!"

    "What!" Neal yelled. "We had a deal! I get to cum today!"

    "Oh, you will," Nikki said in a low voice. "You will. Right on your own chest, in front of every girl I can invite over to this house, after every one of them has had a chance to tease the living shit out of you!"

    "Nooo!" Neal cried, as Sam crammed his meat into the cage, and Nikki picked up the phone and started dialing.

    ****

    Neal paced around his room that afternoon. Nikki had invited 8 girls, at least, and they were coming over in an hour. She had even called the mother of those male twins from next door, and the boys were being sent over as well, for extra entertainment. Her and Sam were buzzing around stores right now, gathering food and toys for the night's fun.

    Ten girls, two other boys, and him cumming at the end of the night- it was a nightmare! He had to find a way out!

    Neal ran to his mother's room, where she sat on a day bed, reading.

    "Mom! Mom, Nikki's having a slumber party here tonight-"

    "Yes dear, I know," she replied, turning a page.

    "And I really don't want to be here for it. Can I go out tonight? I'll stay locked up if you want me to. Please?"

    "Now Neal, I don't know. Even with that little cage on, the streets aren't safe at night for an unescorted young male. You'll be at the mercy of any woman you meet. And since the girls and I are all staying in tonight, I guess you're stuck too, unless you know of some young ladies willing to escort you out."

    Neal looked at his hand, and the red smudge Nikki had made him wash off. but not before he had memorized it.

    "I know one."
     
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    Neal paced outside of his mother's room, and after 20 minutes the door opened. His mother came out first, followed by Jessica. He looked at his mother expectantly.

    "Jessica is a very mature young woman, Neal. She and I have just had a good long talk, and I believe we understand each other, very well." She nodded at Jessica, who nodded back. "So yes, you may go on a date with her tonight." Neal sighed in relief. "But be back by 10."

    "Yes mother!" Neal said, already heading toward the door, then thought of something. "Jessica, I'll be right down, could you wait for me at the door?"

    "Sure, Neal."

    When she was out of hearing, Neal looked at his mother pleadingly.

    "The cage, Neal? I'm sorry, that has to stay on. It's only your first date, after all."

    "Okay," he sighed. "Oh, and we're going out to eat...can I have some money, you know, to pay?"

    "Of course, Neal," she said, reaching into her purse. "I'm glad to see you plan on being a gentleman tonight." She held up two bills, looked over his naked body, then started laughing. "But where are you going to put them?"

    *****

    They ended up going in Jessica's purse, but she appreciated the gesture nonetheless. Just as she appreciated Neal's winces of pain, every time she crossed her legs and let her strappy high heels dangle. She was still wearing the same red bikini which had looked great on her this morning, but had wrapped her lower half in a sarong which ended at her knees. The sarong let Neal peek at her bikini bottoms as if they were panties the entire night, and Neal found himself straining against his cock cage many, many times. Each time, Jessica would smile, wait a few minutes, then cross her legs again, to repeat the cycle.

    Besides that, the date went surprisingly well. They fell back into the pattern of their first time, each making the other laugh and being comfortable being silly. Neal almost forgot he was sitting naked in a restaurant, until Jessica did something to make him fill the cage again.

    They ended up talking a long while, then walking hand in hand along the beach. Neal carried Jessica's heels and purse for her.

    After they had reached a darker, isolated part of the beach, Jessica breathed deeply, smelling the fresh air, then said, "This will do," and plopped down on the sand. Neal was confused but followed, and they sat watching the waves, talking, and touching fingers to palms.

    After 10 minutes, Neal saw a look in her eyes that he had in Sam's: the Kiss Me You Fool!

    "Jessica?"

    "Yes?"

    "You know I want to kiss you so badly...but it will hurt."

    "Me, or you?" she asked.

    "Me! This cage, it's so tight. So, just until I can get it off, let's not-"

    "Oh, I can take it off."

    "What!"

    "Your mother gave me the key in her room. She said I could use it if I felt the time was right."

    "So you've been tormenting me this entire time?!?"

    Jessica grinned with shark teeth. "I didn't feel the time was right yet." She started digging in her purse, then pulled an object out, which gleamed in the moonlight. "Lean back, and stay still," she commanded.

    Because she had never done this, and because the moonlight wasn't all that bright, Jessica ended up fumbling around Neal's crotch for the better part of ten minutes, the touch of her soft fingers making him bite against the cage the entire time. Finally, he heard a click and his penis catapulted out into the open air, fully hard in seconds.

    "Oh, thank god," he gasped, savoring the feeling. Jessica took the cage entirely off, and flung it onto the sand.

    "Now, where were we?" she asked rhetorically, then pounced on him. They kissed for an hour, him naked, her clothed and grasping his balls and thighs.

    "Jessica," he panted, "Please!" Five weeks of cum, five weeks of teasing, Neal didn't have any more words than that. She nodded, understanding.

    Kneeling between his legs, she began slow strokes, then stopped. "No!" he yelled.

    "Hush," she commanded, reaching into her purse. "I'm only getting some lotion, you baby. You're going to cum."

    She squirted the slick lotion over her hands, and Neal was in heaven. He was bucking and moaning as Jessica worked him with sure strokes. He was getting close.

    "Neal?" she asked in a kitten voice.

    "Yes!"

    "I want to try something..."

    "What?"

    A slick finger started creeping down toward his butthole, and tracing insistent circles around the opening. Neal tensed.

    "No, Jessica! Not that!"

    "You've never had a girl do that before?"

    "No!"

    She mused, still stroking his penis and circling his hole, although slower than before. "I saw it in the market today. The man looked like he really enjoyed it. And I want your first time with me to be special."

    "But Jessica..." Neal blushed. "It's so embarrassing."

    "You're so cute! Yes, Neal, duh. That's what makes it fun for me. That's what you never understood from the very beginning. It's fun for girls when the big, manly man has to do something a little embarrassing for them. That's what all of dating is about. So. You're cumming with a finger up your butt tonight, or not at all."

    Neal moaned. What a choice to have! He had to get something more. "Fine," he panted, "but, but, you've got to take your top off!"

    "It's a deal," she smiled, then reached behind her back. Neal watched in slow motion as her top came off and he got to see his first live pair of breasts ever. They were perfect. His hands reached for them.

    "Nope, not tonight," Jessica said, slapping them away. "Grab some sand and don't move. I'm in charge now."

    Just hearing her say that made Neal stiffen, and he lay back and grabbed the beach around him. Jessica kneeled between his legs, reapplied gobs of lotion to both hands, and started stroking his cock again, slowly and surely. One of her hands trailed down toward his asshole and Neal tensed again. Jessica stopped stroking and, with a groan, Neal opened his legs wider.

    "Thank you," she giggled, then slipped her pointer finger inside of him before he knew what happened.

    "Oh god!" Neal exclaimed, the feelings more intense than he had ever felt before.

    "See, and you thought you wouldn't like it."

    Then talking ended as Jessica, her breasts swaying in the moonlight, began taking Neal on the ride of his life. For ten minutes, he was unable to form words as she grinned and stroked and fingered him with expert timing.

    "Oh, I don't want this to end!" she exclaimed. "But I guess you've been in torment for long enough. It's been like, what, one week?"

    "Five!" he yelled, his penis trembling in a just pre-orgasmic state.

    "Five days?"

    "Weeks! Five weeks!"

    Jessica gasped. "Oh God! That turns me on SO much! Five weeks of cum in these balls! How can you stand it!" She was still stroking and twirling her finger inside of him, so Neal couldn't answer right away.

    "I had no choice!"

    "Neal." When he didn't answer, Jessica stopped stroking entirely. "Neal!"

    "Yes? Huh? What?" He was drooling pre-cum on his stomach, and dazed.

    "I've never heard of a man who could go this long! My friends tell me that most throw a fit after a week or two. Or they become submissive zombies. But you, you managed to take it, and still be a nice, intelligent guy tonight."

    "So? What does that mean?" Neal yelped. Was she not going to let him cum now?!?! Jessica bit her lip, and lightly stroked her fingernails over his bursting balls.

    "Come to college with me. We'll date, be boyfriend and girlfriend, and it can be like this all the time."

    "All the time?!?" he yelled. Jessica laughed.

    "Well, not five weeks, all the time! I'll let you cum more often than that, usually. But now that I know you can make it this long..."

    "No, Jessica, please! I, I don't know! I want to cum whenever I want!"

    "You're a boy. In Peternia. That's not going to happen. And besides me, what's you're alternative? Your mother told me what's going on in your house tonight. Should I take you back there, and let Nikki and that slumber party have their way with you? Can you even imagine what they would make you do?" She slipped her slick fingers around his cockhead, twirling it.

    "No! Don't take me back there! But, Jessica, isn't there another way? They're so mean to me, and you're so nice, but you like embarrassing me just as much!"

    "Like I said, Neal, that's the way girls work. It's no fun if you're not blushing a little! But with me, even when I tease you, or show your naked bod off to my girlfriends, or spank you in front of the whole dorm, at least you'll know I'm just playing, and that I really care about you. Nikki and Sam just do it because they hate boys."

    "Yes, that's right-uh!" Neal groaned because Jessica had taken his lead-pipe cock, pulled it away from his stomach, and let it spring back with a smack. "Wait, you said in front of the whole dorm? Where are you going to college?"

    Jessica grinned, then started stroking him in earnest. "Oh, Neal, I'm not going to school back north! I'm going to Southern Peternia University. No clothes allowed for boys, ever. Outdoor male showers, and hidden cameras to catch naughty boys playing with themselves in their rooms! You'd be lucky though. If you were my boyfriend, you'd stay with me and my roommate in the freshman girls' dorm. So you'd have to cum only in front of one or two people. Unless I invite a sorority over."

    "No! Jessica, I could never live like that! I would hate that- it'd be horrible!"

    "Really? You wouldn't like that? Then don't cum. Don't cum as I tell you about how the sororities have blue-ball blow-job contests each year! Or that the female RA's post videos of boys they find masturbating in their rooms! Don't cum as I tell you that I'd make you sign up to be a male model for an art class, and deny you for two weeks beforehand, just so you're nice and bouncy for your first day! Don't cum, or you're admitting that you'd like all of that!"

    Her hand was finding his sweet spot as she spoke, and his balls were tight against his body.

    "No, no, no!"

    "And you better not cum as I tell you that you'd be licking me every night, while my roommate giggled in her bunk, and that I'd let her play with you while I'm not there, and that you'd have to give foot massages and back rubs to anyone in the room. Or that, if we date for four years of college, we'd probably end up marrying! And I planning on living in the south for ever, so you'll probably never wear clothes, or cum more than once a month again! Would you like that, Neal? Would you like to live like that forever?"

    "YEEEEEESSS!" Neal screamed, and came.

    THE END
     
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    Hmm . . . I appear to have made a slight mistake, when setting up the story. "Jessica" is the exchange student from the North, "Angela" was a local. Sorry about that
     
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    And the author, Pancakes for Dinner, has recently created his own spinoff, set on Peternia. In Adjusting, a twenty-something couple invites a female friend over . . .
     

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