Paul's predicament (fff/m, teasing, tickling, intense, adult, humiliation, erotic)

Hi there,
here is a story I first posted at another forum but I'm hoping you'll enjoy it too.

It's rather long and the tickling does not start till part 5.

Here it goes


Part 1 Warming up

Meet Paul. Paul is a german boy of eighteen years visiting a german school in his last year. Right now though Paul is not in school. And even though Paul is not actually fond of school, he’d rather be there than where he is right now. Tied naked and kneeling in his parents' living room with his evil twin sister and two of her girlfriends towering over him. And as if this would not be enough, he is about to beg them to do something really humiliating to him… But let’s not get carried away and start at the beginning of our little erotic adventure.

Three hours earlier…

It is late Friday afternoon and Paul is sitting in his room playing the new cyber2075 game with his laptop on stadia. Everybody talked about this game for the last year. He is rather glad he got it for stadia as it works pretty neat. And as he is still waiting for his chance to get a new PS5, he is content to play the game the whole upcoming weekend. But the best part of the weekend will be, his parents just said goodbye to him. His parents went to visit his aunt for the weekend. They waived to him and his twin sister Sandra and drove off.

Sandra is 18 years old as well of course but she was born on the 31st of May and he was born on the 1st of June. That might be just a little odd and not half as odd as his Mum. She is a twin too but was born on New Years Day while her sister (his aunt) was born on New Year’s Eve. They were practical different years. That is why his aunt had to get more points in school olympics as she was one year older on the paper.

This story might not have happened if Paul and Sandra were born on the same day or in different years. But you have to know that between May and June lies the age line for pupils in elementary school. So, kids who turn 6 in May can start school after the summer holiday, usually around the first week of September. But if you are 5 in May, like Paul, you have to wait another year. As girls are usually a little faster in their development especially in the younger years (some say all their lives…), it was perfectly ok for Paul and his parents to send Sandra to school while Paul went another year to preschool. The parents did not like the idea to put both kids in the same class from the start, as they would have been forced to compete against each other all the time. So, Sandra went to school, Paul did not and everyone was fine with it. Skip the next 12 years and we are back at Paul’s room watching him playing cyber2075 enjoying his life as an adult (18 years and of age in Germany) and the freedom as a kid with no responsibilities whatsoever.

He agreed with Sandra to stay more or less in his room and not bother her as she would not bother him. He was happy with it. Sandra invited two of her girlfriends for a sleepover, Kerstin and Yvonne. Both were already nineteen and finished school with Sandra a few weeks ago.

Paul’s first problem this evening was, all three girls were pretty hot. He did not care that much about his sister as she was, hey, his sister. But he could not deny having a slight crush on both Kerstin and Yvonne although, besides being rather tall, they were pretty different in their appearance. Kerstin was a black-haired green-eyed tanned beauty and Yvonne was a beautiful ginger with piercing blue eyes and a milky white, freckled skin. They were both in Sandra’s Judo group and therefore slender, petite with very toned curves and figures but fierce and strong. Sandra herself was a blonde brat from a picture book of blonde brats. Long blonde hair tied to a ponytail. And a face that can look as gleeful and mischievous as angelic, just as needed. Three beauties to die for would be a short but correct description. And Paul would be ready to die within the evening ahead of him, but he did not know that yet.

Paul’s second problem was not a real problem, but more like a nuisance. Like every boy every age, once they learn what can be done with the piece of flesh between their legs, Paul liked masturbating. He did it every day. Sometimes more than once. Hey, it’s cheap, easy and always fun, mostly.

He had found out about edging and blue balls and ruined orgasms a few months earlier. And since then he liked to experiment with it. He tried to go without an orgasm for a few days just to experience one of those mind-blowing orgasms after those days of denial. He was never able to go without an orgasm for more than a day. But this week, as he was particularly looking forward to so much “me and only me time”, he managed to deny himself on Wednesday and Thursday. His balls, therefore, were full of cum, he was sure about it. He might even be able to take his jack off addiction to another level and try something called CEI. Sounds gross if you spell it out: “cum eating instructions”. Yes, some guys get off by videos or captioned pics of hot girls telling them how to jerk off and to eat their own semen once they ejaculate. Paul had tried a few videos and pictures he found on the web. He especially liked the clips and pics when more than one girl was giving instructions. He liked the idea of being told what to do with his dick. He sniffed and even licked his precum once when he was a little drunk after a party. But he never got himself to eat the real stuff once he came. Probably because the second he came his horniness that drove him so far, subsided and the mere thought of putting his gooey cum in his mouth was disgusting. He just jacked off and forgot about the eating instruction. In his mind, this always felt like a victory over the bratty dominant girls that told him to eat his jizz.

So, here Paul is with blue balls filled with cum and three hot chicks to die for under the same roof without parents to prevent any disasters. As said earlier, he was in his room playing his video game but he could not resist putting his hand down his pants once or twice every few minutes to give his dick and balls a little rub and twist. He was actually looking forward to jacking off later when Sandra and her friends would probably watch movies down in the living room.

He planned to watch a specific video he found a few weeks ago. It was a classic CEI story with a little blackmail mixed in. Two bratty US schoolgirls go to detention in the principal’s room for getting caught smoking. Obviously “you” are the principal in POV position. They try to wriggle out of detention and start to verbally tease and seduce you. One of the girls promises to take her bra off if the principal would take out his cock and caress it for the girls. Of course, you comply and the other girl starts taking pictures of the principal without you noticing it. Hey, you have to play along to have fun, haven’t you? Once they have the pictures, their mood changes. They order “you” to strip completely, kneel and jerk off to them. They film all this, of course, give you a surprisingly short “cum countdown” in the end and make you change position to cum on your face. Only if the principal would eat his cum they delete the clip and pictures. Paul liked the stripping and the humiliation in this clip. It was one of the few JOI (Jerk off instruction) clips he could watch over and over again. But so far he did not eat his cum at the end. He stripped, ok, he even tried to bend over like the girls in the clip showed, but he could not bring himself to shoot his jizz into his face.

Just thinking of this clip made him harder and hornier instantly. He went downstairs to check if the girls were occupied. They had ordered pizza and were watching some new movie on Notflix. Paul had heard Sandra talking about it, but forgot the title. It was some kind of hot shit for girls, but he did not know one bit about it. Honestly, he couldn't care less about those girlie flicks. He was a man after all and liked manly movies. He just called into the living room that he would grab a slice of pizza and go back to his room. As no answer or objection was muttered from the couch he took his dinner and grabbed a coke from the fridge. Back in his room, he was content with the result of his recon mission. After gulping down his slice of pizza and a few sips of coke he changed to the media player on his laptop. He had to navigate to his porn directory and enter a four-digit code to open it. He was a little paranoid of his parents or his sister finding out about his “fetish”. So he spent some hours doing research a few weeks ago and found this little tool to lock your folders. He did not manage to hide the folder itself, so he just named it “boring stuff” but at least you could not open it without the code. "Who would look into a folder named "boring stuff" anyway?", Paul thought to reassure him once more.

He selected the video “Principal’s predicament” and put his headphones on. He always found the experience to be more immersive when using headphones than just listening through the speakers. And he did not want the girls to catch a sound of the clip of course. His dick already twitched like mad in his trousers. The video starts relatively harmless with “you”, the principal seeing the girls enter and talking to you. So Paul just sat there doing nothing but grazing his dick through his pants like he imagines the principal would do now and then without being so obvious. He was quite fixed at the laptop screen just when the girls asked him to grab his dick. KRR… What? He slammed the laptop shut just milliseconds before the door behind him opened…

to be continued...

Thanks for reading, as you might have guessed, english isn't my first language, so please excuse any spelling or grammar mistakes.

CU Kochtopf

Great beginning! I like the characters and the situation! Thanks!

This look promising

Yes, keep going.

Thanks for the replies! Here are part 2 and 3 - Enjoy!

Part 2 - Close Call
Yvonne (the redhaired beauty) stood in his door and looked a little perplexed at Paul who blushed as red as her hair although he was still fully clothed. He tried to look and play cool, looking over his shoulder. “Uups, I thought this was the bathroom, sorry Paul.”, said Yvonne, a little tipsy and blushing herself. His parents got this house quite recently and therefore Sandra’s friends were not that familiar with the layout of the rooms. “I hope I haven’t interrupted anything special here. Everything all right? You look like you’ve seen a cop during a robbery.”, she said. Paul’s pulse quickened as he realised she realised he was up to something. “No, aehm, no, it’s aeh...nothing. I was just playing some video game and you startled me, that’s all.”, Paul said defensively. “The bathroom is the next door on the left, by the way. This house is built so confusingly, Sandra and I were stumbling into the wrong rooms for weeks. “Ah, ok, thanks Paul, you are my saviour, I really need to go to the bathroom right now. Have a nice evening with your game.”, Yvonne chimed and left the room. “That was close”, Paul thought to himself. This excitement nearly made him cream in his pants. He shuddered at this thought. That would be the most embarrassing moment of his life if he would have got off in front of his sister’s super hot girlfriend. He just imagined what would have happened if Yvonne would have come two or three minutes later. She would have found him naked, on the floor with his feet over his head aiming to cum into his face. He shuddered even more. He listened to hear if Yvonne had made it in and out of the bathroom. She did and he heard her head downstairs.

Paul was thinking of opening his laptop again. “Damn!”, he thought, “I was so close. Better I just cool off a little and have another go later when the girls are either asleep or too drunk to bother.”. He waited a few minutes before he stripped out of his clothes leaving him in just his boxers and he headed to the bathroom. He wanted to take a nice relaxing shower. His parents got one of those closed steam showers. They pretty much look like a normal shower but are a closed cubicle with a “roof”. It is like a “Turkish bath” you can find at spa areas in luxury hotels, only smaller.

He walked a few meters to the bathroom. The rooms upstairs were all connected to a long corridor. His room was on one side, his sister’s and parent’s on the other with the bigger bathroom in between. When he went into the bathroom he put his boxer into the laundry bag, grabbed a small towel and headed to the steam shower. The bathroom was rather large but more long and narrow than big and spacy. The steam shower was at the end of the room with four basins lined up two by two at both sides of the room. Paul entered the shower started the steam generator and showered normally first. It was really hard, not to touch his dick too much. He still wanted to complete the video later that evening. So he behaved himself and just teased his cock just a little. It sprang to life at once and stood there like a lantern post. Paul did not have a massive penis. But he had something you might call a “blood penis”. When it comes to boys and their members and if you are a boy with no mighty piece of flesh between your legs, you think of other ways to justify what you have. Paul always set “blood penises” apart from “flesh penises”. You either have a lot of flesh between your legs or something smaller that gets exponentially bigger when aroused. Paul had the latter kind of dick. Small if unaroused and big when horny. Right now he was horny as hell, so you might guess what his dick looked like.

When the generator finished heating a few minutes later, he set the steam timer to ten minutes and realised he had forgotten to dim the lights in the bathroom. Normally he switched them off to relax even more. But as he was already settled comfortably in the shower, it had two little benches lined on two sides, he did not care enough about it and just closed his eyes to relax. The shower came with a small media panel too and so Paul listened to his favourite radio station while looking away from the bathroom entrance. And that was his third problem this day. He neither saw nor heard what was happening behind him...

to be continued...

Part 3 - Only ten steps
Ten minutes earlier. “Ah, ok, thanks Paul, you are my saviour, I really need to go to the bathroom right now. Have a nice evening with your game,” with that Yvonne left Paul’s room and went to the bathroom. She did not need to be a special profiler or psychologist to realise, she had interrupted Paul at something. She had a little brother too, Dennis. He was a typical stereotype little brother and a pain in her delicate butt. She caught him jacking off to her peeping through the keyhole of the bathroom last weekend. Yvonne got so furious, she kicked him in the balls and sent him nearly flying across the floor. Dennis just crawled back to his room and did neither talk to her nor tell his parents. A little excitement rushed through her veins when she realised what Paul probably did when she entered. It was a little odd, he did not have his dick in hands, but still, Yvonne was sure to know what was going on. The excitement even evaporated some alcohol out of her system making her think a lot clearer than a few moments ago. After finishing in the bathroom she ran downstairs to tell Sandra and Kerstin what she just might have interrupted. Both girls were listening carefully and there was some sparkling in Sandra’s and Kerstin’s eyes that got brighter with every word. “Let’s have some fun,” said Kerstin, the more dominant of the three girls. And Sandra could not resist but chime in, “He deserves a lesson to think he can so easily jerk off while we are around.” They stopped their movie. It was the new part of “37 shades of pink” about a Cheerleader Queen who ended up taking hostage 37 college boys and trying to break them sexually, everyone with another method. Together with the fact that both Kerstin and Yvonne had left their boyfriends a few weeks ago because both cheated on them, there was quite some erotic tension and feminine hate for all men in the air.

Together they sneaked up just after hearing Paul enter the bathroom. “He will probably take a steam shower,” said Sandra, “he got rather fond of those on weekends. That will leave him in there for about 15 to 20 minutes.” “I’ll go check his laptop,” whispered Yvonne, ” I’m sure he was watching something back in his room.” “Great idea,” said Kerstin in a tone that could not hide her anxiety. They had made a devious plan. “Ok, let’s wait till the steam generator is ready, ha, what a luck, he did not dim the lights,” Sandra said gleefully, “he’ll have a hard time seeing us with all the steam on the shower glass.” The plan was simple, the two girls just sneaked in the bathroom and took every stitch of fabric and clothing out of the room. That was not much anyway. Only Paul’s boxer shorts, a pair of socks and a few spare towels. That left him with the smaller towel as he had put that directly next to the shower door and neither Sandra nor Kerstin dared to go too close to that door. “Doesn’t matter,” explained Sandra, “this towel will not hide much anyway.” Kerstin chuckled and Yvonne came back to the bathroom door with Paul’s laptop. She did not look that happy. “Damn,” she said, “it’s password-locked because Paul shut the lid.” “Shit,” exclaimed Sandra, “I honestly have no idea for this. He always lectures me to use secure passwords and to change them from time to time.” “I know,” answered Yvonne, “he said it to me too, during our last sleepover at your old house.”.

“Ok, it doesn’t help, but we need him to cooperate somehow…,” Kerstin pointed out. “Haha, very funny,” moaned Sandra, “sure thing, we just wait till he comes out and ask him nicely to tell us his password.” “Sorry Paul to bother you, but we really would like to know what kind of creepy shit you wank off to. If you could please tell us your password? Pretty please?” Sandra said in a higher voice like a brat like her would use for her sugar daddy. “Don’t be so slow, haven’t you learned anything from the “documentary” we just watched? Every boy has a dick and every dick has a breaking point. We just need to find Paul’s!” lectured Kerstin the two girls. “Eeew, I don’t know if I want to touch my brother’s dick?” said Sandra finding this thought appalling, although not as appalling as she would have thought. “Ok, no problem, more dick touching for us then!” Kerstin and Yvonne said in unison and smiled at each other. “I like the way you think Milady,” said Kerstin to Yvonne. “Ok, let’s prepare the final steps for our plan, we don’t have much time left,” said Kerstin.

With that, they put away the clothing and towels and locked Paul’s door. Kerstin took the key and put it in her pocket. “Peep, peep, peep”, chimed the steam shower inside the bathroom. “Oh shit, the steam cycle has finished, hurry up, back in Sandra’s room!” whispered Kerstin. All three girls ran to the room on the opposite side of the corridor and crammed behind a nearly shut door. “Won’t he wonder why there are no clothes in there?” asked Yvonne. “Don’t worry, he didn’t bring his clothes to the shower. His room is just next door. He always walks there just with a towel. I have watched him do it,” explained Sandra. “So much for not being interested in your little twin brother, you little pervert,” smiled Kerstin. “Shh, here he comes,” Yvonne whispered.

And sure thing, without a worry in the world Paul left the bathroom clad only in this tiny towel. He was rather confident of his body. He was not that tall, but he had a rather slim athletic build. He did not bother wandering topless at the beach or after sports lessons. His dick must have been small again as it was not to be seen between the drapes of his towel. He headed straight to his room and “bam,” smashed against it because it was locked. As he did not see that coming, he more or less bumped into the door. His towel held in place though.

“Hey, perv! Looking for this?” asked Kerstin, who had just emerged from Sandra’s room dangling the key in front of her. “What the f…!” said Paul across the corridor starting to go towards Kerstin, “Give me my…” “STOP, one more step and I throw the keys out of the window, leaving you clad in your cute towel for the rest of the weekend!” Kerstin said sternly. She had taken over the command and loved every second of it. It felt like she could get some revenge on a man. She did not care that it was not her ex-boyfriend, a dick is a dick, and hey, Paul was cute in his own way. Paul had stopped immediately in his tracks, looking from Kerstin to Sandra to Yvonne to the key in Kerstin’s hand. “It’s pretty simple,” said Kerstin, “simple enough even you might understand it on the first round.” Kerstin continued to glee at Paul like a spider that just spotted a big juicy fly in her net. “We play a game of ten steps without,” Kerstin continued. “What?” asked Paul insecurely. “Ok, so much for simple enough…”, she smirked, “well then, I explain this game to you. You are allowed to take ten steps to get to me and grab the key, but you have to do it without embarrassing yourself. And you are only allowed to take a step when we count you down another one, got it?”. “What?” Paul said again. “Oh, come on, it’s easy, everyone could do it, just take one step each time we count you down from ten to one, and if you reach me without making a fool of yourself, I hand you the key and kiss you goodnight,” Kerstin explained. Something twitched beneath the towel.

The words “kiss” and “count you down” lingered in Paul’s brain that was not able to catch a clear thought. “aeh...o..k..m but you are not allowed to yank my towel or touch me anyhow!” Paul stammered a lot less confident than he had hoped. “Of course not, where would be the fun in that? We will not touch you during your ten steps, scout’s honour!” answered Kerstin crossing her fingers across her breast, still smiling her spider’s smile. “Oh, one more thing,” Kerstin said nonchalantly, “just a little “snack” to power your ambition. If you don’t make it to me without making a fool of yourself, you will show us what you watched on your laptop!” The world around Paul seemed to have fallen apart, his head spun, thinking of the words, Kerstin just said. He was shocked, not able to think straight. He started stammering, “That’s not fair, why don’t I just take the key and slap your ugly face?”

“Because then Yvonne and I will tell your parents how you peeped on us during our shower session,” Kerstin explained in a matter of fact tone. “Don’t forget, we are three, you are one. Your parents love us and I am pretty sure I can convince your daddy to believe anything I tell him,” she said gleefully. “Are you ready now or do you want to keep discussing it and prolong your ordeal?” Kerstin asked again in her dominant sternly voice. “Ordeal?!” Paul thought, another word from the clip he’d been watching back in his room, another slight twitch between his legs. “OK, OK, I’m ready, but remember, no touching!” he said. “It doesn’t look like you are in a position to make demands, but yes, fair is fair. TEN!” Kerstin said, “Let’s hope for your sake, you will manage it. Who knows what we will find on your laptop.” “Think unsexy thoughts, think unsexy thoughts!” Paul thought like a mantra while taking his first big step towards Kerstin. The length of the step made his towel stretch a little and let the evening breeze go by his so far flaccid dick. It was like the smallest of touches, nothing more than a feathery scratch. Paul felt something in his brain and recognised, this might be ten very long steps for him.

“NINE!” said Yvonne this time realising what Kerstin was up to, “This could easily become the worst day of your little life so far, looser!”. “Oh no,” thought Paul, now they are counting down together. That was one of those features he had a fetish for in those JOI clips. His brain reacted accordingly and sent another wave of neuroelectronic impulses down Paul’s groin, completely ignoring the predicament Paul was in.

“EIGHT!” Sandra continued. She had found her voice back, not believing the scene unfolding in front of her with all those delicate possibilities. “Come on baby brother,” she cooed innocently, “you don’t want to become the laughter of our weekend, don’t you?” “Laughter,” another one of those mesmerizing words. Besides his appetite for JOI videos, there was another fetish Paul liked. One even more bizarre than the first one, “Tickling!”. And he liked those clips the most where the ticklee did not expect to be tickled. Therefore he often found himself searching through BDSM sites with the search word “laughter” as it often brought him clips that were not intended to be tickling-clips, but had laughter in them, thus tickling normally. His dick twitched again, and given the thought of tickling and that failing this game might even end in something way more serious and humiliating than he ever thought possible, it was not just a mere twitch, but more like a jolt to his groin.

“SEVEN!” Kerstin took over the reign again, “is it that windy in here or did your towel just make a move? Come on, only six more steps until we release you from your terror!”. ”Release”, another joi-related word thought Paul. It was just like these bitches knew exactly what to say.

“SIX!” it was Yvonne’s turn again. “Just think of all those little things we might find on his laptop. I bet there will be something to tickle our fancy!” “Oh God, please, stop this!” thought Paul starting to believe this was not all coincidences. And God heard his prayer and granted him his wish. His dick did not move this time. And not only this time but the next three steps as well while the three girls continued to tease him as much as they could.

“TWO!” Sandra said, starting to believe they would actually lose this game. She looked desperately to Kerstin and Yvonne, not knowing what to say anymore. Then she saw a quick movement from Yvonne’s hands and started smiling again.

to be continued….

Great story so far. Looking forward to the rest of it.

Part 4 - or else...
“ONE!” Kerstin finished the countdown with Paul just at arm's length. And with that not one, nor two, nor five, but seven things happened at once:

1. Paul started grinning because he felt his ordeal was finally over!
2. He started to reach for the keys dangling in front of Kerstin’s face.
3. To prevent Kerstin from pulling back the key at the last moment, Paul directed both arms towards the key and Kerstin’s arm.
4. That left his towel, which had protected his dignity fiercely so far, without a helping hand to keep it in place.
5. Yvonne, already in her pyjamas slid her pj shirt up to drop the most beautiful set of tits Paul had seen in his life. They were creamy-white with skin smooth and impeccable like warm velvet. They were shaped and sized perfectly with little rosy-glowing nipples pointing just a little upwards.
6. With the way Yvonne was positioned, Paul’s left hand nearly touched Yvonne’s tits while trying to get a hold on Kerstin’s arm. He was so close to them, that he could sense the heat radiating from those to two examples of divine beauty.
7. This move took him by surprise and made him stumble just a little. Together with his dick springing to life, forgetting all about “unsexy thoughts”, this was all that was needed to end the fierce protection the towel had offered for his groin. The towel slipped and left Paul freezing in his track with his right hand just inches away from the key to his freedom and his dick bobbing in the air.

The girls started to laugh uncontrollably at him. Yvonne laughed so hard, she had difficulties to cover her tits back under her shirt. “Gotcha!” snorted Kerstin snapping back the key and putting it back in her pocket. “I call this an excellent example of making a fool out of yourself” Yvonne pointed out while correcting her shirt again and cover her tits. Sandra blushed a little but could not take her eyes of Paul’s fleshy member strangely pulsating and “glowing”.

Paul did not know what to do first, try to get the key anyway, picking up the towel or covering up his groin. Because he hesitated too long, the towel was no option any more, Yvonne just picked it up and dangled it in front of Paul. As she was even a few inches taller than him, it was out of his reach. But trying to grab it made his cock bob even more in the air.

“Ok, perv!” Kerstin said, switching back to her dominating and stern voice, “time to spill your secrets! Give us your laptop password!”. “NO WAY!” Paul shouted, “that wasn’t fair at all with Yvonne dropping her tits on me.”. “Wait a minute,” Yvonne said, “we said no touching, and nobody touched your little scrawny body. So don’t be such a bad loser, loser!”.

Paul made a dash and ran towards the stairs. His options were limited though. He could either charge his own room’s door or run downstairs. He tried his luck with the latter and even got a fair head’s start. And his luck did not end there, as he was even able to grab a pair of sweatpants he had left next to his sneakers downstairs on his way to the living room. So he was at least not naked anymore when the three girls surrounded him in the big living room a few seconds later. “Oooh,” cooed Kerstin, “look who has found his dignity back. What a shame I rather liked your dick, to be honest.” “Kerstin?!” Sandra was a little startled mixed with a little embarrassment, partly her own because she was enjoying seeing her brother’s dick much more than she was happy to admit and partly vicarious embarrassment because of her brother’s situation. “What?” snapped Kerstin, “even you have to admit it’s cute and nice to look at.”.

“Ok loser, here’s the deal,” Kerstin began, “you still owe us the password for your laptop, if you don’t comply right now, we will make you do it!”. “Ha!” said Paul, “try me!”. But instead, he tried to slip away again. Now was the time for the three judokas to show Paul why messing with them was not his smartest move this evening. Yvonne made a circling step behind him and Paul tripped backwards on the deep-pile carpet laying in the living room in front of the terrace door. Kerstin jumped him and pinned him expertly on the floor, holding his one arm down with her hand and the other with her knee. “Last Chance!” she said while Yvonne and Sandra positioned themselves above Paul’s head and at his feet, providing further fixation. Paul started to sweat despite the chilling breeze coming in from the terrace door. “That’s not fair!” he said again, “why would I give my password away? There is nothing to find there anyway.” “Why protect it then?” asked Yvonne, “just show us and be done with it!”.

“Ok, ok, ok,” said Kerstin, relaxing a little bit and giving Paul a little room for wriggling. “Let’s play another game to give you a chance to get out of this safe and sound. Besides the fact that the image of your juicy dick won’t leave my brain for quite a while, if ever…” Kerstin laughed. “Let’s call this “or else”. You give us the password within the next five minutes or else we will make you,” she explained, adding, “we might do anything we want, without leaving permanent scars or damages, of course.” “And because we are three decent and innocent girls,” Kerstin let out a short burst of laughter,” we will not even touch your dick for now.” “For now?!” Paul asked scared. “Yes, for now. Because we give you the chance to get a “free out of jail” card there has to be a price tag attached to it. If we manage to get you to spill your password, we are entitled to do anything we want with you for the rest of the evening.” Paul gulped, his throat was unnaturally dry. He was not sure at all if this was a game he could win. But to be honest, he thought, he was not in the position to do anything against it anyway. He might be able to slip away again but in the end, they were three, he was alone. “OK, I comply but you have to set a timer for the five minutes,” Paul said, mostly to have set out a rule for this stupid game as well.

“Of course my dear, your wish is our command…” Kerstin snarled back at him, still having him pinned beneath her. Yvonne reached for her phone she left on the dining room table earlier, showed Paul the started timer and positioned herself back at his head again. “Let’s start!” Kerstin shouted, “roll over! I want to spank your sorry ass till you spill your beans like your tears!” Paul hesitated but did what he was told. Sandra grabbed his legs while Yvonne grabbed his wrists. Kerstin positioned her next to Paul and started spanking him “SMACK!”.

to be continued…

Part 5 - Oh those Memories
The sound of her hand connecting with his sweatpants-clad ass echoed in the room. She did not hit him with her full force. She wanted to have some room for development here. Paul squirmed and wiggled a little but was not able to break free of Sandra’s and Yvonne’s grip.

“We’ll have you talk in no time, loser,” said Kerstin, landing another “SMACK” on his ass. The squirming was rather uncomfortable for Paul but all the tension and movement on his dick made him hard anyway again. “Oh, not now,” Paul thought to himself, “only 4:30 minutes to go.” Paul gritted his teeth. He was glad Kerstin was trying to spank the password out of him. This was just some moderate pain. It was not pleasant, but given the situation to be handled by three beautiful women, Paul realised he really could make it and be saved by the bell. During his thoughts Kerstin continued to spank him landing one blow after another on his ass. Two minutes had already passed when Kerstin started to feel some kind of desperation to make this boy next to her talk. She looked around to Sandra and Yvonne like looking for help. She did not dare to ask Yvonne or Sandra for help as she feared this would encourage Paul further to withstand her. As with Paul lying on his stomach at least Kerstin and Sandra could look at each other without him seeing any of it.

“Ok Sandra, your turn now,” Kerstin said, “you know your brother best, make him talk!”. To not let go of Paul enabling him to get away Sandra waited till Kerstin had taken hold of both of Paul’s feet. When Sandra let go of the feet she accidently scratched Paul’s left foot. Paul could not stifle a tiny gasp. Something stirred inside Sandra while positioning her beside Paul to continue the spanking. Something long forgotten. And suddenly, she remembered.

It was quite some years ago during their family summer vacation. And let us just say they found out how terrible ticklish Paul is. In fact he is so ticklish their mom made them forget about this incidence...

But today Sandra remembered and lost no time at all. “I just remembered something,” she said. “I wonder,” Sandra continued,” if you are still TICKLISH!?”. With that Sandra dug her fingers in the side of Paul tickling him quite hard. “NOOOO!” screamed Paul, who’s most terrible nightmare had just begun. He had no problem with pain but he could not stand being tickled. Although or maybe because of his tickling fetish, he hated being tickled so much.

Sandra tried to continue her tickle attack but Paul trashed so hard Kerstin and Yvonne had trouble pinning him to the ground. “That’s no use, we need to fixate him more,” Kerstin said. “Hey Yvonne, pull his arms behind you and sit on his back. Sandra sit on the left leg and grab his foot, I take care of the right one,” Kerstin ordered the two girls to pin Paul more effectively. Both followed her orders and after half a minute, the timer showed less than three minutes left, and now the the real torture began. Both Sandra and Kerstin sat on Paul’s calve and bent his foot and pressed it against their breast holding it tight with one arm. With the free hand they tickled his feet relentlessly. Scratching his sole, tickling him between his toes. Paul howled and trashed like a madman. But because three tall girls sat on his back and his legs he was not able to get enough leverage to shake them off. So his ordeal continued. Where he was confident to make it to the five minute mark seconds before, he did not know if would make just one minute further. Seconds felt like minutes and minutes like eternity.

Sandra still held his left foot close to her breast like holding something dear really tight. With her free hand she tickled his foot mercilessly. “Let’s see how you like getting tickled between your toes!!” she said and wriggled her fingers in and out between Paul’s toe. Meanwhile Kerstin used the same technique to fixate Paul’s right foot. But instead of using her fingers she started to lick his toes and heel. She swirled her tongue around his big toe. “Glad you just had a shower,” Kerstin pointed out between her lickling attacks. Paul on the other hand started to moan, laugh and cry at the same time. Now even Yvonne used her own feet to tickle Paul’s sides. “Tickle, tickle, tickle,” Yvonne taunted him, “look who’s a ticklish baby brother!”. “What’s up Paul?” Sandra asked, “can’t stand it? Too bad, we still have a whole minute to go!”.

And they made good use of that minute. Sandra slowly circled every toe and scratched right between the toe and the foot. And Kerstin continued her licking and sucking. Something in Paul’s head unhinged and even though he still had some distant concept of the dire consequences, his brain ordered his mouth to form the words “ok, ok, UNCLEEE, you win!! Teddybear14”. The girls stopped, Paul looked at the timer, something he had not been able to do before. He saw the last 5 seconds slip away before Yvonne’s phone ended the timer with a friendly “PIIING, PIIING”. Paul’s heart just skipped a beat realising he had been only seconds away from victory.

“YESS!” shouted Kerstin, “keep him pinned, I get the laptop.” Sandra positioned herself so that she sat on both legs with her legs spread in front of her on both sides of Paul. She looked Yvonne in the eyes and saw the same power rush she just felt. And although she is Paul’s sister, she could not deny to get massively turned on by that power. Just like Yvonne who already started to breath heavier and licked her lips.

Kerstin returned with the laptop. “Ok, here we go...I’m so excited,” Kerstined hummed the old Pointer Sisters tune, “I just can’t hide it and YOU are about to lose control!!”. “Damn, it’s way to quiet here, Alexa, play “I’m so excited” from the Pointer Sisters.” Dutifully the smart assistant started the song and Kerstin started to open the laptop. She sat in front of Paul and entered within the song’s beat “T e d d b e a r 1 4, open up your door!”. “No!” Paul let out in a desperate way as he saw Kerstin turn around the screen just in time so he could see the login screen vanishing. “What’s that?” asked Sandra. “It’s a clip called “Principal’s predicament”. Paul must have watched it when I stumbled in his room,” Yvonne said, looking at the top of the screen. “Ok Paul, let’s find out what kind of predicament the poor principal might endure,” Kerstin said clicking on the play button. She turned the volume up and the three girls watched in awe, together with a despairing Paul, a true masterpiece of JOI/CEI video clip with surprisingly few naked flesh, at least in front of the camera.

“That’s gross!” Yvonne exclaimed afterwards. “You wanna tell me there are guys out there getting off by being told how to wank their willy and actually trying to cum in their own mouth? Yuk…!”. Yvonne, Kerstin and Sandra could not believe what they just saw. Paul had gone completely silent. In his mind he just tried to vanish and thought starting with making no sound might help. “Would you like to cum in your own mouth, Paul?” Kerstin asked. Paul did not move nor talk. His mind still held dearly to the plan to vanish by just being totally silent. “Hey Pauly?” Kerstin snapped her fingers in front of his face, “someone home?”. “No, aeh yes, I mean I don’t want to cum in my face of course. I just saw this clip for the first time,” Paul lied. “For sure…” Yvonne said. “ I bet you never watched porn at all either, didn’t you?” Paul shrugged. “Hand me that please, Kerstin” Yvonne took the laptop from Kerstin. Yvonne was the techie freak of the three girls. She was always the one the other two came to if anything was wrong with their phones or laptops. “So, let’s have a look….mhh, “files...recently…”mmmh,” Yvonne said, sunken into the screen. “What is it?” Kerstin asked. “It’s odd, I can see placeholders for probably movies and clips the baby boy here watched, but I can’t access them.” “It seems,” she continued, “like they’re in some kind of special hidden or encrypted folder. Let me try something,” she said while opening the file explorer. She searched for files starting “principal*”. “Ha!” she exclaimed, I found the folder, oh yeah, Paul is innocent as a catholic old spinster.” Paul started to sweat again. “There can’t be anything worthwhile and kinky in a folder called “boring stuff”!” All three girls chuckled. “Let’s try to open it...mhh, weird, it asks for a 4 digit code…” Yvonne said. With that all eyes shot to Paul, who immediately knew, the worst part had not even begun.

to be continued...

Ok, now the more intense stuff is starting.... Enjoy!

Part 6 The real fun (it’s getting more explicit)
“Ok Paul,” Kerstin said, “you know what’s coming, and we all know, you don’t stand a chance.” Paul sweated, although he was humiliated beyond believe, but he had to admit, this was like an erotic adventure come true. Still the last thing he wanted, that these girls, especially his sister to find out about all his fetishes. “Only one way to find out, I guess,” Paul responded trying to put all his confidence in these words.

“Really?!” Yvonne said, “I can’t stop thinking somehow you like this. Let’s make sure this liking stops now.” “I guess we need to up the game, girls,” Kerstin pointed out, “Sandra, is there somewhere we could restrain Paul more effectively? I’m pretty sure this would make it a lot worse.” “Mmh,” Sandra though, “wait, I got an Idea.” With that she flapped a part of the deep-pile carpet over uncovering a series of bolts in the floor. “WTF? What is this?” Yvonne asked. “This house was once owned by a physiotherapist. He was already old when Mom and Dad bought this house. But back in the days he was active, he used this room as his “office”. And back in the day those therapists worked with something called “Sling-Therapy”. This therapy consisted of a number of ropes with cuffs and all to tie a patient in special positions to relieve pain and stress.” “How do you know of all this?” Kerstin asked appreciatively. “Easy, my dad is a physiotherapist too. And although he doesn’t use this technique anymore, he still learned about it during his qualification. Mom wanted to remove all the bolts in the floor and the ceiling, but Dad said they were extra heavy and it would be a hell of a teardown. So my parents just covered them up.” “Great, get some ropes,” Kerstin said and Sandra hurried away to the tool cupboard.

Yvonne and Kerstin seized the moment alone with Paul and flipped him on his back, still fixating him. “Look Yvonne, seems someone is indeed enjoying this way too much,” Kerstin said, scraping her finger along the gigantic bulge in the front of Paul’s sweatpants. Paul winced under the touch. “Guess how much fun we could have, sweetie,” Kerstin purred in Paul’s ear all while tracing his cock over his pants. Paul started to breath heavily. When Sandra came back with a bunch of ropes and saw what her friends did to her brother, she said loudly, “ok, you two nymphos, no touching my brother this way, while I’m around, understood?”. “Oh Sandra, come on, even you can’t deny this is hot. And hey your baby brother is cute, at least when he is nearly helpless and nearly naked…” Kerstin tried to reason with Sandra. “No Kerstin, I’m serious, I can’t have you “rape” my brother in front of me.” Sandra said. “It’s not rape if he begs us for it, isn’t it?” Kerstin tried another way. “Maybe not, but so far he isn’t begging for it…, so stop it!”. “Ok, ok, you’re the landlady here. Your house, your rules,” Kerstin said.

With that they started to tie down Paul by roping his wrists together and pulling the one rope through a bolt in the ceiling and tying the other end on a bolt in the floor. That left Paul stretched out but still standing firmly on the ground. Next they pulled his feet apart about 1 meter and tied his ankles to two bolts in the ground. Paul stood like an upside down Y in the room dreading what will come next.

“Ok Paul, we can do this the easy or the hard way,” said Kerstin, smiling and tracing her fingers from his Paul’s nose to his navel, making him jerk and twitch already. “Fuck off, let me go,” Paul creamed. “Oh my, such a bad language baby boy, we’d expected better than that and we can’t have any more of this, can’t we girls,” Yvonne and Sandra agreed to Kerstin and with that Kerstin continued looking at Yvonne, “give me your slip.” “What?” asked Paul and Yvonne simultaneously. “We just said, we can’t have him talk like that, and I just want to give him a lesson. Besides, I know you have changed your slip just before you put on your pj. We don’t want to stuff some stinky old panties in there, don’t we baby boy?” “NO NO NO,” Paul shook his head frantically. “Uhm...aeh…” Yvonne blushed, “but technically they are not totally clean anymore.” Kerstin smiled at Yvonne, “you little ginger bitch, does this turn you on?” “Of course it does,” snapped Yvonne back, knowing lying was no option here. She got behind Paul, “hold his head, I don’t want him to spy at my pussy”. And with that Kerstin held Paul’s head in a grip to prevent him from turning around. What they didn’t realise was that Paul had a pretty good view in the window, using it like a mirror to see Yvonne undressing. She looked in the other direction so Paul only could get a look at her perfect, fit and shapely ass. “I may die now,” he thought to himself, having seen not only Yvonne’s tits of perfection, but also this ass to die for. When Yvonne finished pulling her panty down and put her pj back on, she handed Kerstin the panties. “Ok Paul, we are tired of your whining and complaining. I will put this panty in your stupid baby boy mouth and shut you up for good,” Kersin said very dominantly, “you want to tell us the code? I don’t care, at least I don’t for the next ten minutes give or take a couple of hours,” she added diabolically. She stuffed Yvonne’s panties in his mouth and wrapped it up with a scarf she pulled out of a side pocket of her bag. “Mmhpf…” Paul tried to speak. “Aaahhhh, this quietness, I could get used to it,” Sandra said smiling.

“Let’s start,” Yvonne said, taking over the lead as she thought with her giving up her panties, she should have a say here too. And she positioned herself behind Paul both each hand placing in one armpit. Paul bit on the panty getting some kind of taste and aroma in his head he never experienced before. At first ist smelled a little awkward but he came to actually like the taste or at least did not mind it either. Kerstin and Sandra each worked their ways on one leg, kneeling in front of Paul. All three girls started digging their fingers in Paul’s tender flesh. He winced, jerked and twitched as much as he could. And although it was still torture and tickled a lot, it was highly erotic but not as effective as he ha feared. After a few minutes he got a little short breath and the girls gave him a little time to recover. “We don’t want you to pass out, won’t we ladies?” Kerstin said. Paul shuddered that “passing out” could be an option at all. Paul realised why this time the tickling was still cruel but not unbearable, the slag in the ropes. He could move and wriggle and the girls weren't attacking his most ticklish spots, his feet. He was no psychologist, but he guessed, he only feared tickling when it came with more or less all chance of movement. And suddenly remembered the day at the beach as well. He remembered how unbearable it was to be totally stuck in the sand without room for any movement at all.

So the girls kept on tickling him in various places. Kerstin even licked his nipples a little bit and liked the reaction she got out of Paul, but they also realised a few minutes later, “mm, I don’t know, but it seems either Paul lost his ticklishness or we are doing it wrong,” Kerstin pointed out. “Yeah, seems about right,” Sandra agreed. “It’s still a lot of fun though baby brother.” Paul hated it when she called him that. She was only 30 minutes older than him but she acted like she was years older than him. Kerstin and Sandra moved away a few steps to look at Paul, hanging in his ropes. Yvonne had sat down behind him and continued to trace her fingers absentmindedly along the inside of his thighs, making him squirm and breath sharply.

“You know what, he’s moving too much,” Kerstin was sure it must have something to do with the ability to still control some part of it. “We need to get it tighter somehow, less “wriggly””. “What do you have in mind?” Yvonne asked. “Remember this one scene from Shades of pink, where she ties one of her victims to a barstool?” Kerstin said. “Ahh, a classic scene to be in femdom softporn,” Yvonne said looking like she was drifting back to this scene. “Let’s try to do that here,” Kerstin continued. The scene the girls had in mind had Dakota, the lead role of the game, tying one of her subjects naked to a barstool. His ankles and thighs were tied to the front two legs and his wrists and elbows were tied to the back two legs. This way it looked like he was draped over the barstool, his ass was not touching the cushion but was a little higher. This way his cock was spun outwards, it looked like he presented his member to the world.

“Ok, lower his hands,” Kerstin coordinated the retying. They made Paul kneel on some soft cushions, his knees now apart. They bound his knees supertight to bolts in the floor locking him in place. They wrapped another rope around his belly like a belt and tied one rope to it. The other end was tied a good meter in front of Paul making him stick out his pelvis. “Looks great so far,” Yvonne said, “how do we make him bend backwards with his arms?” “Easy,” said Sandra, “just undo the rope for his hands, pull the rope through the bolt a few inches farther away and back to the floor.” Yvonne untied and retied the knots and stepped back a little. “Cool, if we fail university we might at least earn some money opening a domina studio” Kerstin chuckled and the other two girls blushed. “One more thing,” added Sandra, “let’s try to totally immobilise his feet.” Paul shook his head frantically and started “mmphfing” again, there was a real streak of terror in his eyes. The girls grabbed one leg and bent it towards the thigh. They used a rope to tie the leg in place. “Wait, I have a great idea,” Sandra got up and went to the kitchen. Paul tried to get a look at her when she returned, to see what she had gotten in the kitchen, but Sandra hid it behind her back. It was a role of cooking yarn for tying up roast chickens or roulades. She expertly tied a piece of yarn to Paul’s left big toe and tied the other end to another bolt in the floor, making the toe pull back towards the floor. She continued to tie the rest of the toes in the same way and afterwards the girls proceeded the same routine with his right leg, foot and toes. Together they admired their work and grinned from ear to ear.

“Let the torture begin!” Kerstin exclaimed and with that she sat behind Paul taking care of his left foot. Sandra took the right one and Yvonne switched in front of him and scratched his thighs. Paul was in total hell. The helplessness was perfect. He could not move a single muscle to any effect. With the toes tied backwards his feet were defenseless and totally immobile . He screamed in his gag, but Yvonne’s panties, besides being rather small, muffled the scream effectively. Paul sweated and to his horror realised that all this tickling and carresing had made him absolutely horny. He could not remember a time when he was hornier. He felt his cock reacting to all of this and recognised the familiar edging feeling of having precum trickle to the tip of his penis.The sweatpants were light grey and Paul realised it would only be a matter of minutes till a wet stain would be visible at his crotch.

“Riing….Riing…”, Sandra’s phone came to life. All four of them startled by the unexpected sound. “Who is it?” asked Kerstin. “Mmh, weird, it’s Alison from the stables. What can she want now?” Sandra said and picked up the phone. She listened as her expression changed, “oh no...yes...not sure...yeah, I’m on my way!” With that Sandra stood up and was on the point of leaving. “What is it?” asked Yvonne, “you seem scared.” “Hopefully it’s nothing. It’s about Casanova, my horse. He got away and now Alison has trouble getting him back to the stables. She thinks I might be able to get him calmed down.” Sandra darted to the door. “I’ll be back in about an hour hopefully, take Paul down, will you?” Sandra said, but before the two girls could answer she was out of the house. They heard a car door slam shut and an engine starting.

Yvonne started plucking at the ropes when Kerstin slapped her gently on the fingers. “Ouch! What was that for?” Yvonne asked. “You don’t want to untie him now?” Kerstin asked. “Why not, Sandra asked to take Paul down, remember?” “Sure, but first we didn’t say yes and secondly there were no details about the time,” Kerstin said mischievously. “And with Sandra out of the way, we could actually do anything to little Paulie here, couldn’t we?” she continued and suddenly grabbed his cock through his pants, squeezing lightly.

Paul, who had his first thoughts of hope this evening when Sandra said they should take him down, felt how those thoughts evaporated in thin air.

to be continued….

Part 7 - Just the three of us

Paul flinched when Kerstin grabbed his cock through his sweatpants. “And besides,” Kerstin continued, “we did such a great job tying him up like this, it would be a shame to let it go unused.”. With that Kerstin circled her finger around Paul’s massively raging boner in his pants. “He is helpless and gagged and he surely won’t tell Sandra anything about this.” Kerstin said. “Why wouldn’t he?” Yvonne asked. “Because we would show these to everybody!” and with that Kerstin took some pictures of Paul strung up with his feet still tied to his legs and the toes bent down. “Look, you can even see his hard dick on the photo,” Kerstin showed Yvonne. “So Paulie, unless you want those pictures all around the school, I’d say you better behave. But as Sandra said earlierer, we don’t want this to be rape. So, we won’t touch your dick unless you beg us to do it.” Kerstin explained. Paul “mmphfed” his agreement through the already wet panties. He was ready. He did not care if these two girls would see him naked or anything, besides they already did. He just wanted them to touch his dick and wank him off. “So, you don’t want us to get rid of that sweatpants and help your helpless friend in there?” Kerstin teased him, deliberately misinterpreting his noises. “what a shame, I guess we have to convince you somehow...Yvonne, would you have an idea about this?” Kerstin asked mockingly. Yvonne grinned and positioned herself behind Paul between his feet. She put one hand on each foot and started to slowly scratch her fingers around the soles. Paul immediately responded by doing more or less nothing. He wanted to twitch and flail but his restraints were so complete, he only shook his head violently. Yvonne laughed for him as she found this highly enjoyable, erotic and powerful.

Kerstin on the other side raked her fingers around his armpits, scratching his nipples and his belly button. Her results were not less successful than Yvonne’s and Paul strained at his restraints and shook his head, producing muffled sounds through his gag. And so the two continued their torture on poor Paulie who could not even beg them to stop and do whatever they liked as long they would just stop tickling him. And minute after minute of pure agony, muffled laughter and the longing that this would finally end, faded away. Yvonne learned that his big toes were far more ticklish than the others, especially on the skin part connecting the toe to the foot. She scratched there with one nail and after easing up a little she licked in between the toes and was amazed that this seemed even more tickling for Paul. Kerstin wanted to try this as well and started licking and biting his nipples. Both got hard, erect and pointy, even for a boy. Kerstin did notice that his breathing got faster too. And when she looked at his crotch again, she saw not only a big raging bulge but also a big wet spot about 5 centimeter in diameter. “Whoah, Yvonne, look at this!” Kerstin shouted. Yvonne stopped the tickling and Paul finally got a few moments to rest while the girls were giggling in front of him and pointing at the wet spot. “He came? Just from tickling?” Yvonne asked. “No, I don’t think so,” Kerstin answered, “I guess this is all precum.” “Precum? What’s that?” Yvonne asked. “Well, it’s like pussy juices but for or from dicks,” Kerstin explained expertly. “If a boy is really horny over a long time his dick starts to ooze some clear liquid, precum.” Kerstin continued, ”Seems little Paulie here is really worked up. Tell me Paulie, how long since you’ve pleasured yourself?” Kerstin asked.

Paul shook his head, it seemed a very personal question and none of Kerstin’s business at all. “Let’s see, if he’s in a mood to talk,” and with that Kerstin pulled out Yvonne’s panties from Paul’s mouth. He eagerly sucked in the air unhindered now. He was a little surprised though, that now he already missed the sweet taste and scent from the panties. “Ok perv, when was the last time you busted a nut?” Kerstin wanted to know. “Fuck you! Bitch! Untie me right now before...mmmpghf…” Paul had just started his rambling when Kerstin shoved him the panties back in the mouth. “Yvonne, it seems we still have some breaking to do, give your best!”. And with that the girls started again. This time each of them positioned herself at one side of Paul and tickled the complete side from armpit to nipples to thighs and feet. “I guess we should notch up a little,” said Kerstin and moved behind Paul again. “I guess you never had a girlfriend Paulie, so Yvonne’s tits might have been the first one you saw, besides your mommy’s or maybe Sandra’s, pervy brother…”, Kerstin teased him verbally and tracing her finger around his foot. “So I guess it would be pretty awesome if you could see Yvonne’s tits again or mine,” she giggled and pulled her own shirt over her head and tossed it on Paul’s head. She unclasped her bra and used it to cover Paul’s eyes. “Guess what, I’m topless,” she purred in his ears. She even had him touch her left breast briefly, guiding his tied fingers to her perfect C-cup. Like Yvonne, she had rosy nipples in a perfect size. If Paul could have seen these tits and nipples it would surely have been enough to make him cream his pants. “Come on Yvonne, it’s fun, lose your shirt too,” Kerstin nugged Yvonne. She wasn’t sure about it but did it in the end. Paul had seen them anyways, so a few moments later another piece of clothing was laid upon his head. Paul now knew there were two topless women around him, tickling the hell out of him.

“What time is it?” Kerstin asked. “It’s about half past seven,” Yvonne answered, “Sandra should be back in about half an hour.”. “We should have some more fun then,” Kerstin said and went back to work on Paul’s right side. “Ok Paulie, here is the deal, if you want us to stop, we stop, BUT only on one condition, you do exactly what we tell you when we tell you, alright. If you are ready to talk, just nod your head three times and shake it three times,” Kerstin said to Paul. He immediately started nodding his head, but Kerstin, who of course saw it, tickled Paul extra hard on both his feet. Paul lost track of the times he nodded and shook his head. “Seems he’s still not willing to talk,” said Yvonne with a grin, understanding what Kerstin was up to. Both girls attacked Paul again and scratched his sides, licked his nipples and nibbled his toes, giving him no room or time at all to get over with his release procedure. After a few minutes the girls paused again. “Wanna say something?” Kerstin asked. Paul lost no time and nodded three times and shook his head three times too. “Oh, too bad, you seem to have forgotten the “special code”. I said, nod two times, shake your head three times and nod four times! Tickle time!”. Yvonne started to protest, but Kerstin put her finger on her lips and whispered, while tickling in between Paul’s toes to distract him, “why should we make this all too easy for him?...”.

So, another five minutes of pure torture for Paul went by and Kerstin asked again, “ready to talk?”. Paul did exactly what Kersin had told him and she removed the tiny piece of cloth from his mouth. “PLEASE STOP! I beg you!” Paul stammered exhausted. “Are you ready to take your orders? And be warned, every time you don’t comply with them, you will get punished,” Kerstin said sternly. “So first things first, beg us to strip you!” “WHAT?!” Paul exclaimed. “Wrong answer!” Kerstin said and tickled him again. This was too much for Paul. He was ready now. “Strip me!” he begged. “What’s the magic word?” Yvonne taunted him while she kept tickling his nipples. “Please strip me!” Paul said hoarsely. All the laughter and tickling had left him with a dry throat. “Yvonne go get some knives or scissors from the kitchen,” Kerstin ordered. The redhead left the room but came back within the minute holding some scissors to Kerstin. She cut through the elastic waistband of the sweatpants. The pants loosened their grip around Paul’s hip and with a final, abrupt jolt, Kerstin yanked the pants away, leaving Paul stark naked, kneeling on the floor. His cock sprang to action immediately, throbbing and pulsating. Kerstin could not resist tracing his cock with her index finger. Paul groaned and thrust his hips forward. Kerstin jerked her finger away, “ no, no naughty boy, not so fast. Don’t forget, you have to beg.” “Please, oh god, please touch my cock,” Paul said. He was still blindfolded in some way with Kerstin’s bra and this loss of one sense heightened the remaining senses, like touch and skin sensitivity. So as Kerstin touched his cock again, this time more firmly and more deliberate, he jerked again, as much as possible. “I guess, we will have a lot of fun this weekend,” Kersin said, “but first, tell me the passcode to your folder!” Paul hesitated and shook his head by reflex. If he’d known what came next, he would have told them the code at once.

“Hand me the yarn please, my dear,” Kerstin said, holding out her hand. Yvonne grabbed the yarn and handed it to the black haired beauty, wondering what she was up to now. Kerstin took a piece of yarn and bound it around Paul’s nutsack and the base of his cock, giving him some kind of ball sack-harness. Paul felt how all the cum inside him was locked in play somehow. Next Kerstin released his big toes. Paul said, “Thank you!” but Kersin just laughed and took the yarn from his toes and tied both toes through a perfectly placed bolt to the ball sack-harness. The feet weren’t tied as tight as before, but now every twitch of his feet meant a jerk to his balls. “Let’s try this” Kerstin exclaimed happily and tickled his feet. Paul jerks involuntarily and stifles a scream. “Wow, that looked intense,” Yvonne noted, “let me try!” She was a little more careful and only slightly traced her fingers around his sole and in between the toes. Paul quivered and winced every time he moved his feet. “Please, stop, it’s 8002!” Paul shouted, he needed this information to be out of his system as fast as he could.

Yvonne fetched the laptop and entered the code. “Incorrect?!” she said. “You little bastard, let me show you what we’ll do to little traitors like you!” Kerstin yelled, stuffed the panties back in Paul’s mouth and furiously tickled his feet. If Paul could, he would have said he was sorry, because he just remembered he had changed the code yesterday and forgot about it. But Kerstin was in a frenzy and she had another idea. “Hey Yvonne, remember the one scene, where the guy gets teased for hours without getting to come?” Kerstin asked. “Of course, it’s actually my favourite scene,” Yvonne answered. “Let’s see if we can get him to the edge within a minute,” Kerstin said. And they both teamed up around his cock, gripping it, carressing it and tickling it until Paul breathed very heavily and stuck his pelvis out as far as he could without breaking something. The cock started pulsating quicker and Kerstin said, “Stop!” and both stopped the teasing. Some shiny colorless liquid dropped from Paul’s bobbing cock, but nothing more. “Oh precum I guess,” Yvonne said knowingly.

“Let’s try this again Paulie,” Kerstin said, removing the panties once more this evening. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I changed it yesterday and just forgot it. It’s 2574,” Paul gasped, still shaking from the near orgasm he just had.

“2-5-7-4,” Yvonne repeated typing in the four numbers on the laptop screen. The folder opened and Yvonne and Kerstin locked at the porno collection of an 18yo boy with unlimited access to the net. “Holy shit,” Kerstin exclaimed, “ you downloaded pornhub or what?!”. Although Paul thought his embarrassment could not heighten, he was wrong. “Look at all these pictures,” Yvonne exclaimed, flipping through his priceless collection of joi/cei captioned pics of groups of schoolgirls, (step)sisters and other groups of girls. “Mmh, it seems,” Kerstin said in a matter of fact tone, “pervy Paulie gets off by hot chicks telling him what to do and...yuk, maybe eating his semen afterwards.” Paul turned even redder than before.

“Why don’t we serve him a round of his so desired protein shake before we take him down, Yvonne?” and Kerstin stuffed the soaked panties again into Paul’s mouth, gripped his cock and started teasing and stroking. Yvonne, who was really intrigued by getting to see a boy who eats his own cum, stepped behind him again to caress his balls between his legs and giving him a little bit of tickling in between the strokes. “We need some fitting music in here!” Kerstin noticed and continued, “Alexa, play “Ode an die Freude”….louder”. And Alexa played the famous part of Beethoven’s famous part of his 9th symphony, and played it loudly. Paul was close, he felt it, he was close to loose control when…

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Part 8 The return of the sister

“WHAT the f…” Sandra yelled and stood in the doorway to the living room. Due to the loud music neither Kerstin nor Yvonne had heard Sandra coming back. They let go of Paul’s cock immediately and although Paul was still blindfolded, he knew something was wrong.

“What are you doing?” she asked furiously. “Well, let me see,” Kerstin said cooly and Yvonne admired her for the serenity in her voice. “I guess we are having a lot of fun, I bet you could just join”. “Please, Sandra, don’t get mad at us, I guess we got carried away, I mean, who wouldn’t” Yvonne said defensively. “Look, at least we got his passcode for the folder and by the way, he actually begged us to take care of his dick, ahem”, she looked nervously at Sandra, “I mean penis…”. “Yes, that’s right, little Paulie here begged us to rub him down, didn’t you?” Kerstin asked poking Paul in the ribs. “Mmmphff…” Paul nodded. His brain had left the reins long ago for his subconscious to pick up. And so besides all the humiliation and shame that went with the situation he knew, this would end in the best orgasm of his life so far, probably for his lifetime. “You are really sure, baby brother?” Sandra asked again, “you want us to finish you?”. “MMMPGHFFF!!” Paul nodded furiously.

“Well then,” Kerstin took over the reigns again. Despite being topless she still was the one in charge it seemed. “Let’s make a game out of it,” she continued. “And even pervy Paulie here might be getting something out of it. Let me think about it. “Ok, I guess we should give little pervy Paulie a good chance to get out of this with an experience of his lifetime. We will each tease his dick for thirty seconds. We are not allowed to make him cum, but we must try to. It’s ok to use both hands, as long as one is touching his dick. The others can tease and tickle him. The girl with her hands on his dick the second he cums loses. Although if no hand is on his dick and he cums anyway Paul loses. And these are the “prices”. If Paul survives two rounds of each girl, meaning three minutes without cumming, we continue until he cums. The loser is then his to do with for 30 minutes as he likes. I guess if he makes it this far, he’s earned it.” Yvonne let out a little gasp, just thinking of being the loser made her incredibly wet.

“And if he loses and cums before the three minutes are up?” Sandra asked. “But if Paul loses,” Kerstin continued, ”we ruin his first orgasm and feed him his second one!” “We what?” Sandra exclaimed. “We just take our hands off his dick, let any cum dribble out and start over again. But we might tie him up in a different position, so he can shoot his second load directly into his face…” Kerstin grinned diabolically and both Yvonne and Sandra looked at her in amazement. And although Sandra blushed and felt a little akward she could not resist feeling a strong erotic urge to ruin Paul’s orgams. Meanwhile they all kept on tickling Paul absentmindedly.

“Time to play! We go by age, so Yvonne starts, then me and Sandra. Afterwards we rotate and start with Sandra and end with Yvonne. And remember, one hand needs to be on his dick all the time. The other is free to do whatever you like.”

“Let’s begin!” the girls said in surprising unison. Kerstin took her phone and started her fitness app. The app had a little widget that could make a small sound every given period of time. Kerstin used it to follow all those tiktok fitness trends. She set the widget to 30 seconds increments and pressed start.” Paul gritted his teeth around Yvonne’s panties, he was not sure at all he was up for it…

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And here is the last part for now...


Part 9 - three minutes of pure torture

“Yvonne, you go first!” Kerstin looked at Yvonne. Yvonne was, despite being such a super hottie, a shy girl. She had a boyfriend, but he was a dick and never even reached third base. Maybe that was why he started to look and touch other women- Yvonne dumped him a few weeks ago. So, Yvonne was still untouched, at least by others. She had a healthy masturbation appetite on her own, although her parents more or less told her it is not sane and not the right thing to do. If they would know what she had done so far and is about to do, they might either faint or cut her off with a shilling. She did not care. She had the time of her life. But her problem was, she did not really know what and how to do it. She grabbed Paul’s dick and started to stroke it. It was not long before Paul trembled and held in his breath. She looked at Kerstin who carefully motioned her to stop - she might have enjoyed seeing one of her best friends get covered in cum by her other best friend’s brother, but she wanted to last the game at least a little longer. At least Yvonne was quick to understand and stopped just seconds before it would have been too late. She felt a quivering in Paul’s cock and switched to a feathery light touch, not enough to bring him over the edge. And Paul got help from the others as well. Because while Yvonne stroked him the others were tickling him all over further distracting him from cumming. If not for them he would definitely creamed Yvonne right in the face. The thought alone was nearly enough to make him cum.

Yvonne continued to lightly stroke his dick and was saved by the small “beep” from Kerstin’s phone, who immediately sprang to action. She was much more of an expert in male teasing and started right away scratching Paul’s dick right at the head with just one fingernail. With the other hand she scratched along the frenulum. She wanted to make Paul cum right away. So she intensified her scratching and was ready to hand the “shooting gun” to Sandra. Meanwhile she whispered in Paul’s ears, “I’m about to make you explode all over your big sister’s hands and thighs, you naughty pervy brother. And if you think it will be over then, think again. We will ruin your orgasm, all this wonderful spunk you’ve built up the last days and especially hours will slowly dribble out of your cock. And with it all the joy and happiness it should bring. And then the real fun begins. Did you know that a male body is about two to three times more ticklish after orgasm? Can’t wait to get those toes again….”. “This is so hot,” Paul thought, living his dream. “I can’t stand it, I’m going to...OUCH” Paul screamed but only he could hear the words in his head. Yvonne had just bit him hard on his left toe. Not in a sensual, erotic way, but just plain pain. And this again snapped him out of his orgams, for now. “Beep”

So next was Sandra’s turn. She felt really awkward, seeing her brother in this state of sexual arousal and seeing her two best friends playing with him in an explicit far from pg-rated way. But that was not the worst part of it. The worst part was, she loved every second of it. She loved the feeling of pure power over a male body despite being her own brother. The fact Paul still had Kerstin’s bra tied around his eyes and her shirt draped over his head helped her to forget this was her brother. She felt how totally wet she was between her legs and like Paul she felt a strong urge to grab herself by the pussy and rub herself to orgasm. She was not sure if this was wrong. But on the other hand she was sure Paul would, deep down, enjoy all of this attention and the orgasm he will probably have soon.

All these thoughts hindered Sandra to be the expert tease she wanted to be. She was actually reluctant to grip Paul’s dick firm enough. It slid out of her hands while halfheartedly stroking it. Meanwhile Kerstin kneeled beside Paul and whispered into his ears, “Look at you, pervy Paulie. Having your sister teasing and stroking your cock. I bet you’ll explode within the next ten seconds cumming all over your sister’s hands.” Paul tried to blend the fact out that his actual sister was stroking him right now. But in a way he was thankful for Kerstin’s taunting words. If not for her he might even be able to blend it out. This way he was constantly reminded who exactly had her hands around his shaft. It helped him stay strong. The constant tugging on his balls due to the tickling by Kerstin and Yvonne on his feet helped too. “Beep” Kerstin’s phone signaled another round.

“Ok Sandra, you again,” Kerstin explained and started the second leg of “The Teasing Game”. So Sandra just kept doing what she did and stroked her brother’s cock further. “It’s quite unfair to have me do double shifts here,” Sandra complained. “See it this way,” Kerstin said, “once you’re done, you’re safe.” Kerstin and Yvonne kept tickling Paul all over his body. Yvonne spent most of the time on his feet while Kerstin tickled his side and especially his nipples.

Kerstin leaned closer to his head and whispered in his ear, so softly that it tickled and that the other girls could not hear it, “if you survive this round, I promise you, I’ll go easy on you.” Kerstin went back to tickle and tease him, only to lean in again a few seconds later. She just did not want the other two to become suspicious. “You know, as much as I would like to see you eat your cum, I’m starting to think the alternative, as long as it’s not me, might be even better and probably hotter. And besides, I would love to stab Yvonne in the back.” Kerstin returned to tickle and tease him to raise no suspicion. “She actually tried to flirt with my ex, this can’t go unpunished, you know…”. And with that the next thirty seconds started and it was Kerstin’s turn again.

She was an expert tease and therefore also an expert non-tease. She grabbed Paul’s dick way too tight and hard and stroked him rather abruptly. It was on the edge of being really painful. Paul actually felt no pleasure from those strokes. He also knew that Yvonne would not dare to touch him too much anyway because she was the last in line. This gave him new strength and perseverance to hold it in. Meanwhile Sandra and Yvonne tickled him further. They slightly scratched his armpits, Yvonne got a bit more daring and licked his nipples while Sandra was once again concentrated on his feet. Now it was Yvonne’s turn to whisper something in his ear. “You know Paul, although you’re younger”, she slowly circled his left nipple, “I really start to like you. I have to admit I had a little crush on you anyway. Having you tied up naked and at the brink of explosion surely helps intensifying it.” Paul was not sure he understood correctly. Had Yvonne, the ginger goddess, just told him, she had feelings for him? He could not believe his ears. “Actually,” she continued, “I’m starting to hope you make it. I can’t wait till you get your hands all over me…”. “WTF?,” Paul thought, “she can’t be serious”. “Imagine what you could do to me,” she teased him even more. Paul started to think it was her plan to make him bust his load and he had to admit, besides Kerstin’s efforts to make him last, it started to work. “Beep”, the sound really got him by surprise. He could not imagine the last 30 seconds had just started and he still did not cum.

Yvonne was much less eager now it was her turn on his dick again. She slowly started to stroke him with cautious strokes. It was Kerstin again who helped him by pinching him from behind right at the spot behind his scrotum to prevent his cumming. She did it while tickling his asscheecks to make it less obvious what she was doing. If Yvonne would have been more experienced with teasing helpless boys, she might have realised, although there was no way to make another girl lose, she could still make Paul lose by ruining his orgasm. She heard Kerstin talk about this earlier, but she did neither know nor dared to ask how it was done. She was afraid to look like a wallflower, especially in front of Kerstin. Ever since Yvonne had dared to talk with Kerstin’s boyfriend while Kerstin was not in the same room, Kerstin accused her of flirting with him. Ok, she had smiled at him and laughed about a joke he made while Kerstin was outside. But to call that flirting and holding a grudge against one of her best friends seem a little overreacting. Yvonne shivered again thinking about being helplessly tied up not only at the mercy of Paul who really had a reason to torture her but having Kerstin there too. All these thoughts and memories affected her stroking too. She was no expert anyway but having this fear inside her to actually lose made her even more insecure and stroking Paul even less pleasurably.

And so the last 10 seconds ticked away and Paul got close and closer to the edge but did not cross it. “Beeep”, Kerstin’s phone announced the end of round six. “Impressive,” Kerstin said, “I’m honest, I would have bet you'd bust your nut within the first minute. Who would’ve thought we had such a stamina stallion caught in our web!”. Paul blushed and panted, he still could not believe he had made it. “Ok girls, 5 minutes break”, Kerstin headed to the kitchen to fetch some beverages for all of them.

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amazing

Great story so far.....please continue!

He leaned down, taking my chin in his hand, forcing me to look up into his blood-red eyes. His fangs were showing, dripping with the blood of my boyfriend who lay on the ground, lifeless.
"You are mine, Bast. You'd do well to remember that." He purred, as he licked the blood off his lips. "No other man make take your innocence, but me." he said, looking down at my nearly naked form, the lust in his eyes making me squirm.
"Yes, Damien." I whispered in response, covering myself in the sheet, and looking over at the body of Jacob with a whimper.
My name is Bast, I'm seventeen years old, soon to be eighteen. When I was twelve, my parents sold me to the devil. On my eighteenth birthday, he will come back for me.
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This is amazing! Please continue it, I hope Paul gets to revenge tickle one of the girls.

Fantastic story!