Neighborly Nightmare - part 3 - The cat strikes back.
By Kimmie Cat,   KimmieCat3@aol.com
A single girl learns about the 3 R's  rope, rape, and revenge 


CHAPTER 1

I was really nervous dialing his number.

"Hello Devin?.....Hi, it's me, Kimmie...... .....---What do you mean, Kimmie
who?..... Oh, will you stop it!..... Huh?..... No, no, I just wanted to kinda
call up and say hi, that's all..... Yeh? Well I thought you would be.....
Well, I know this sounds weird, but I was thinking a lot about you too.....
Oh, I don't know.... mostly about the things that went on last Saturday......
Uh huh..... Yeh, well I know there were moments when it seemed like I was
really mad at you, but hey, I get over that, okay?.... Let's face it, you're
not exactly the typical date...... I mean, c'mon, three times in one night?
How's a girl supposed to keep up with you?..... Huh?..... Oh, quit bragging,
Casanova! No, I wouldn't hire cheerleaders for you either."

"Hmmm...... no, it's just that the more I thought about it, the more I
realized that you never really tried to hurt me. I mean, the only time you hit
me was in self defense after I hit you first.....but I think it's time to just
put that aside, 'cause that's not the part that's been playing on my mind all
week......"

"Huh?...... Well, one of the things was certainly that shower..... "WHAT?! ...
Devin, will you stop it! You're embarrassing me....... No, I don't want to say
it..... Devin, why do you have to tease me like that?...... All right, will
you stop already! ..... Okay, I admit you made me have an orgasm, are you
happy now?..... Yeh, I'll bet."

"What else? Hmmm, you know I hate admitting these things to you 'cause all
you're gonna do is tease me about it..... No? You promise?..... Uhhhh, well
..... I thought the stuff we did with the ice cream were kinda fun too...... I
just never pictured myself as being that kinky before....."

"Well, it's not that I'm against trying out new experiences........ but I was
thinking that maybe you wouldn't mind if we did it a little differently the
next time?......Maybe do things a little more gently..... No, no, it's just
that I figured that since you surprised me the last two weeks, that maybe I
should get a turn to surprise you...... "

"Um..... well certainly nothing as elaborate as your plans..... but maybe like
cooking something special for dinner?...... Do you think that would interest
you?...... Of course if you already have plans for this weekend, I would
understand.."

"Really? ..... Great, I kinda thought I could get you interested ..... This is
so weird! I never asked a guy out before..... Really?.....Well, thanks,
Devin...... Does Saturday at seven sound okay?....... Terrific!.... See you
then....... Oh, and I just wanted to mention one more thing..... God, this is
so embarrassing......"

"Well........ uhhh.... Do you think you could bring over your camcorder and
tripod again? Huh?...... No, will you stop it! I do NOT have a dirty mind.....
just bring it anyway, okay?..... Okay.... See you later, Devin....... bye now
."

........... and as I hung up the phone, I looked forward to seeing him again
with great anticipation.

CHAPTER 2

It was warm out on Saturday so I decided to wear something light weight..... a
mid thigh skort and a sports tee. I put a bra on this time too..... I wanted
to impress Devin, but I didn't need to make my body that obvious.

At a quarter till seven, my palms were sweaty......and all I could do was sit
and wait. Several times today, I had second thoughts about inviting him back
to my apartment. I just wasn't sure if I could keep my composure and prevent
things from spinning out of control like they did the last two visits.

I know I must be paranoid, because I ran into my bedroom and checked for him
under my bed...... just to make sure.

'--((((( DEE-Donnnnnngg)))))---'

Well, good..... at least he's using the door. I checked myself over one last
time in the mirror and returned to the living room.....mustering a huge smile
across my face as I unlatched the door.

"Devin! Come on in!" I greeted him warmly...... and lightly laying my wrists
on top of his shoulders, I extended from my tip toes and planted a quick
little smooch on the side of his face.

He shook his head and grinned..... "You caught me off guard, Kimmie..... what,
no slap in the face?..... no stun gun in my back?..... not even a few loud
screams for old times sake?"

I turned back into the living room. "Well, if you don't like me being nice to
you....."

"No, no," he shot back, "I can get used to that very easily."

I closed the door behind him and motioned to the side. "Why don't you set up
your camera over there," I suggested, "and have it pointing at the sofa.....
go ahead, you can even turn it on now."

His eyes shifted toward me suspiciously and I became a little nervous.

"My, my, dear," he commented, "We're not wasting any time tonight, are we?"

"Well, uh......" I muttered.

"That's excellent!" he snapped back with a nod of approval. And he followed my
suggestion for camera placement while adding, "You know..... I always liked
the way your mind worked, Kimmie." Then he turned back around. "So what's for
dinner?..... Something smells good around here."

"That's for later on, Mister," I said.

"Mister?"

I summoned up my courage and approached Devin face to face...... "Yes, before
we sit down to any dinner, first we've got a score to settle, Mister," I told
him firmly, putting my hands on my hips.

"Oh, really?" he mused.

I then lightly poked my index finger at each button going up his shirt. "You
were a VERY naughty boy last week," I lectured..... while continuing to
playfully poke him on his chin, his lower lip, and his nose.

"Heh, heh.......... I was?" he grinned.

"Yes you WERE!" I answered abruptly, folding my arms across my chest. Then I
turned my back to him and continued......... "Hiding under my bed and watching
me take all my clothes off......."

"But..... but....."

I quickly spun around again and pointed directly into his face. "And as your
BABYSITTER," I spoke loudly, "this type of behavior simply cannot go
unpunished. Now I could, of course, tell your parents............"

"NO, NO!..... not that!" he began to play along.

"But I think the point would be better taken if I handled this matter
directly, myself." I grabbed hold of Devin's right wrist and ordered, "You
will come along with me NOW, young man."

At that moment I held my breath. I knew it was a gamble to hope that Devin
would continue in submissive role play. He had been such a control freak that
I feared he might not allow me to lead, even in a game...... and then I'd have
big problems again. But I had to take this chance. I knew that he liked to do
all sorts of kinky stuff, and I figured if I just showed that I was paying
attention to him, then he'd follow along with it..... at least out of
curiosity.

Devin yanked his wrist away and glared at me.

I was worried, but I grabbed the same wrist again.

His expression suddenly became empty and he shook his head slowly back and
forth. "Please, Kimmie....." he whimpered. "It was an accident, I swear
it..... I was just under the bed looking for my baseball cards when you walked
in and then I was too scared to move. I didn't mean to do it, honest! I'm
really really sorry." Devin then grabbed my arm with his other hand and tried
to pull away (but not too hard). "Please don't punish me!" he begged. "I
promise it will never happen again..... okay?"

I didn't flinch, but I was surprised to see him really getting into his role
like this.

"LIAR!" I scolded. "I never touched your baseball cards, so what the hell
would they be doing under my bed?! You're nothing but a nine year old peeping
Tom!" Then, still holding his wrist firmly, I began to lead him across the
living room toward the sofa...... directly in front of the camcorder.

As I sat down, Devin stood next to my right knee and I was totally shocked to
see tears actually welling up in his eyes.

"---sniff----..... Please, Kimmie," he whimpered, "I'm sorry for what
happened...---sniff---... I'll be GOOD from now on...... I promise."

I looked up at him and lectured, "Well don't you think it's a little late for
being 'sorry'? Obviously, just talking to you doesn't seem to do much
good...... I think what's really called for here is strong guidance."

Without waiting for a response, I reached up and unbuckled the belt on his
trousers. "I'm afraid these will HAVE to come down, young man." Then I
forcefully yanked his fly zipper open and allowed his pants to part at the
button. The loose fitting denims quickly dropped, crumpling around his ankles.
Already, I could see a pronounced bulge pressing against the crotch of his red
briefs..... and I realized how little stimulation was required to get this man
aroused. No wonder he was enjoying his role play.

As I picked up a hairbrush I had left on the sofa, Devin's knees began to
buckle or 'dance' and he flicked his fingers up and down rapidly. Big
crocodile tears came pouring down. "No, no.....PLEASE!!", he cried. "I don't
want to be spanked!! .... ----hoooooooo, sniff--- I'll behave good, Kimmie! I
really will! I promise!!....---sniff---sniff---

(Wow.... this was certainly a stronger reaction than I ever expected)

"I really don't want to punish you, young man," I spoke softly, while taking
hold of his left wrist...... Then I pulled his arm downward sharply and
snapped, "BUT IT'S FOR YOUR OWN GOOD!!" ..... which I followed by grabbing him
around the waist and forcing his body down across my knees.

"NOOOOOOOO!!! " he squealed in a high pitch, flailing his arms about and
kicking his legs.

I could feel his rock hard cock which pressed against the top of my knees
through the fabric of his briefs. "Devin, do the little girls at school know
you have little bunny rabbits on your underpants?" (I just made that up) Then
I took hold of the back waistline of his briefs and delicately stretched them
down, just enough bring fresh air to his plumply raised buttocks.

"PLEASE !" he cried, "Give me one more chance!...... I'll NEVER do it
again!....--sniff-- ...just one more chance!!"

"Oh, you'll get your chance, young man," I answered, raising the
hairbrush.........."AFTER you've been punished."

--- WHACK!!---

"OW!! STOP!! IT HURTS!!!"

--- WHACK!!---

"OW!!!...........oh!, oh! , oh!......no more!

--- WHACK!!---

"OHHHHHHHH!!!" Devin raised his head up as his arms still dangled over the
left side of my lap. He looked at me and I saw tears streaming down his face.
"Please!", he begged. "You're hurting me!..... I'm sorry!...... Don't spank me
anymore.... PLEASE!!"

Such over-acting...... All I had was a plastic hair brush and I wasn't even
zinging him very hard. Obviously, he was enjoying this immensely and wanted
playtime to continue. I shoved his head back down with my left hand..... and
then readied with a right.

"Naughty boy," I scolded. --- WHACK!!--- WHACK!!---

"OOOOOOOOOoooooooooooohhhhhh.........no no no no no no........."

"You really deserve this." --- WHACK!!--- WHACK!!--- WHACK!!---

"OOOOWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!!" Devin's voice cracked into a high squeal as he cried
and kicked his feet. "....ohhhhhhhhh ohhhhhhhhh ooooooooooooooooo....."

I was amazed at how he was really getting into his role. This made my next job
a lot easier and I didn't think I would need any assistance. I set the
hairbrush down and gently brought both his dangling arms up behind his back.
Then I quickly closed on him with handcuffs I had hid between the sofa seats.

No reaction......... He kept crying. Maybe he thought it was just part of the
game. Anyway, he was certainly too preoccupied to notice the two stealth
figures who had emerged from behind the couch. The way things were going, I
suppose I could have faced Devin alone tonight...... but I figured it was
better not to take chances.

I traded off the hairbrush with the first figure...... and now in my hand was
the Tau Macro Psi college sorority paddle, 18 inches in length, constructed of
three quarter inch varnished oak, and riddled with enough quarter inch
diameter holes to cut wind resistance to near zero ........This was a weapon
of war. (And I always thought only the guys used stuff like this.)

But the idea here was not to put Devin in a hospital......... I just wanted to
get his attention. So the instrument would have to be a applied with a
delicate stroke.

--------[woooosh] ........ C R A C K !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Hmmm...... this seems to have done more than just get his attention. I think I
knocked his breath out. His cry-acting was replaced with sputtering and
coughing as his right buttock turned beet red in color. And the holes in the
paddle had left a pattern of spots across his butt that made it look like he'd
been sunburned through a piece of swiss cheese.

"ughhhhh....---cough--- ooooh ---cough--- ..... holy shit," he wheezed out
some barely audible words. "What was that?"

The two figures came out of hiding and took a stance to my left, appearing as
four shoes from Devin's point of view.

"Devin, I like you to meet my friends, Sheila and Patti. They're sort of
....... you know, part of the surprise."

He strained to lift his neck up and tried to get a look at their faces. But
this wasn't so easy....... He was trying to squint through the residue in his
eyes left from all the phony crying.

As he blinked, the first to come into focus was the large brunette. At five
foot eight, and one hundred fifty pounds, Sheila was nearly as big as Devin.
She had an aggressive personality, and had usually taken the lead whenever the
three of us (me, her, and Patti) hung around together as teenagers. Patti's
straight black hair contrasted to my blond, but aside from that, we were much
alike and she was still my best friend.

"Sheila and Patti?" the man repeated, still laying across my knees.
"Ohhhhh..... oh yes.... I remember now..... Yes, Kimmie's told me so much
about you..... Patti, you work at the beauty salon..... and
um......uhhhhh...... You ladies will have to excuse me..... You seem to have
caught me with my pants down."

"Not a problem," Sheila replied. "I'm a doctor. I see mens' rear ends all the
time. I'm not saying this to be rude, but believe me, Devin..... your ass
doesn't do a thing for me."

Patti just shrugged her shoulders and smiled, adding, "I think it's cute."

"Well, fine, but uhhh...... Kimmie, I think you can let me up now..... and
what the hell did you hit me with, anyway?"

"It was Sheila's sorority paddle..... You want to see it again?"

"Thank you, but..... no."

(That's odd..... I couldn't hear his reply.)

CHAPTER 3

--------[woooosh] ........ C R A C K !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

"AAAAAAAGGGGGHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!"

(Wow..... this club is really lethal.... but at least now the left side of his
butt matched the right)

"GOD DAMMIT, KIMMIE!!!!! THAT HURTS!!!!! LET ME UP!!!"

His kicking was becoming more violent, so I obliged and pulled his briefs back
up and then helped him to stand..... although his pants were still draped
around his ankles.

"You don't have to swear, Devin," I told him. "It was just a game, okay?"

"Yeh, well the game's over," he mumbled, turning a quarter turn to the right.
"And get these cuffs off me..... now."

Observing this, Sheila pointed out, "Kimmie, you told us your friend was
cool..... but he sounds more like a sour apple."

"He IS cool!" I insisted.

Then I turned back and whispered, "Devin..... I'll take the cuffs off,
okay?...... but first just let me show them the thing you did for me when we
first met..... It'll only take a couple seconds, okay?"

He looked at me puzzled. "What are you talking about?"

"You know..... that thing you did....."

"Hey, what are you doing with that scissors?!"

"Just trust me, Devin."

"Hey!! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING TO ME?!!

"NOTHING!!..... Will you just hold still for a second?"

I stretched part of the fabric of his red briefs at the base of his crotch.
Then I snipped off a little piece leaving a hole which conveniently allowed
the full length of his still-raging hard-on to poke through into the fresh
air. He stood straight as a flagpole...... and I suppose a little red in the
face.

"I like your briefs a lot better now, Devin," Patti giggled.

"Yes," Sheila added. "It's nice to see a man wearing something that reflects
his personality."

Before Devin could say a word, I already had my red marker out, while
positioning the head of his cock. "Let's see..... a couple of bright eyes
here..... and some eyebrows..... and a big smile here..... and I think we'll
let the little hole in the middle be the nose. Well, there we are! Does he
look happy now? ..... Devin calls him 'The Big D'. "

"And what does THAT stand for?" Sheila chided, "........ Dinky?"

"It could be," I said. "But when I met him on our first date, he was
performing a puppet show..... kind of like this....."

I then took the center of Devin's cock between my thumb and forefinger and
wiggled his shaft up and down in front of the camera. "And he had a real high
squeaky voice that went like..... 'Hi boys and girls! My name's Dinky..... the
FRIENDLY penis! I'd like to invite all of you into my crotch today..... We're
going to have such terrific adventures!"

Sheila and Patti were in hysterics as I continued.. "We can play with my
balls.... or we can shop at some malls......."

"ENOUGH OF THIS SHIT!!!!!" Devin shouted, trying to turn and face me. "You
think this is why I came over here tonight?!..... Just so your little friends
could stop by and make fun of my dick?!"

"Devin..... c'mon, chill out..... I was just...."

"YEH, YEH..... " he snapped back at me, "Just this....and just that..... Well,
I'm not impressed. Get these cuffs off me NOW. I'm out of here..... Call me
back when you grow up."

"OKAY, Devin!" I answered back. "Okay, I'm sorry.... geez, I didn't mean to do
this to tick you off. I'll get the key....."

"Party pooper," my friend, Patti commented toward Devin.

I turned my back and walked over to the bookcase while I kept trying to
explain myself. "Really, Devin..... you're the last guy I'd ever expect to be
intimidated by women."

"I'm not intimidated, Kimmie..... just annoyed."

I picked up the key and came back to him. "Well, if you would've had an ounce
more of patience, I would have told you the real reason I asked my friends
over tonight...... Your secret's out, Devin."

"What secret?"

"A lot of women know now that you can do it three times in one night..... and
if you're any good at arithmetic, you can see that there are three very
attractive ladies here."

I stood behind his back, placing the key into the slot on his right wrist. He
spoke straight ahead without trying to look at me. "And what is this...... a
personal challenge?"

"WeLL...L...L...L...L," I replied in a feminine drawl, "Have I convinced you
to stay?"

He nodded slightly. "Take off the cuffs, and I'll tell you."

But I wasn't ready to do that. I slid my feet around his side to face him. As
I did, I stroked my index finger across his earlobe, then down along his
jawbone to his chin..... "Mmmmm," I whispered softly to him. "Would a little
kiss help to convince you?"

I didn't wait for him to answer that. This was just one of those situations
where things start to happen faster than you can describe them. I has glad
that Devin wore a buttoned shirt tonight...... because I grabbed the center of
it with both hands and ripped it open, popping the buttons across the floor.
Does this scene look familiar? Then I guided his tangled feet backwards a
couple steps to the back of my overstuffed chair. As I did, Patti stepped over
to the camcorder to make sure the action stayed in view.

Then I grabbed the back of Devin's hair with my left hand and pushed his chest
back with my right...... and with so much leverage in my favor, his body
easily fell across the back of the chair leaving his feet tip-toeing the floor
through his crumpled pants. I don't recall him saying much, probably since he
must have been quite surprised at my acting so out of character.

I think he must have said 'what the...' or 'what the hell'..... something like
that..... just before I smothered his mouth with mine. (Yes, I knew how to
kiss this way..... I had a good teacher.) Now, if I had learned this technique
properly..... the next thing you do is bring your right knee and raise it
gently up into the other person's crotch..... and then press forward.....
fairly hard.......................no, harder.

"MMMMrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrphhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!"

With all the moaning, I could tell he was enjoying this. But what a lot of
women forget is that, just like us, one of the most sensitive areas on a man's
body is his nipples. So if I give his left nipple a three-quarter twist
clockwise, I'd expect to see some kind of reaction.

"MMMMMMaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrpphhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!"

He likes it.

"My, my, Kimmie..... Since when did you take assertiveness training?"

Sheila certainly had an eyebrow raised, watching me take charge of the
situation. And I must admit that having two friends nearby made me feel a lot
bolder than when I confronted Devin alone. I wasn't sure if he was still
breathing, so I finished off the kiss with one of my favorite 'plays'...... a
little trick I learned during CPR training. This I did by blowing very hard
into his mouth..... During a kiss it really surprises the other person because
it makes their lungs blow up very fast for a second like a balloon.

I then released his lips and helped him upright himself against the back of
the chair. Geez, the guy still had a hard-on..... I must be doing something
right. The other girls freely complemented my style.

"Romance is certainly in the air tonight," Patti said with a smile.

"So did I do good?" I asked Devin innocently.

Taking a few seconds to catch his breath, he glared at me in
disbelief......with wrists still fastened securely behind him.

"YOU STUPID BITCH!!!!" he screamed at me so loudly that I had to back away.
"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!!!!

Sheila shook her head. "Kimmie, does your friend always talk with a toilet
mouth?"

"Well Devin," I tried to explain, holding my arms apart, "I thought you LIKED
rough sex..... What's your problem?"

"This is BULLSHIT, Kimmie!!!!" he snapped back at me.

"But I was just trying to turn you on...... And look at the size of that giant
boner between your legs. How can you say with a straight face that you didn't
enjoy it?" (Go try arguing logic with a male..... he just went on screaming at
me.)

"TAKE THESE FUCKIN HANDCUFFS OFF ME NOWWWWW!!!!!!!!!"

"You had a good question," said Sheila. "Just what IS your friend's problem
that's making him so irritable? Maybe he's having his period...... or maybe
he's got PMS."

"I get that sometimes," Patti broke in. "And in case you don't understand
that, Devin, PMS means 'Putting-up-with Mens' Shit'."

I was getting annoyed with Devin's foul language and wanted to make my
displeasure known...... so I grabbed the part of him that was closest to me at
the time. Now from what I understand, if you grip an erect penis around the
shaft, you can squeeze your fist inward as hard as you want without causing
any injury...... but I can see that the head turns a dark red in color.

"Now look, Devin," I argued face to face, "I invited my friends over tonight
with the idea that the four of us could maybe get together and have a good
time. But so far, you've been really rude. You're embarrassing me! What am I
supposed to do?"

Devin grinded his teeth, bent his eyebrows, and stared at me..... as his heavy
breathing became very apparent. He looked somewhat uncomfortable as he growled
each word distinctly..... "Let.....go.....of.....me."

But instead, I squeezed him even harder, about as hard as I could..... and I
noticed that my action enlarged the head of his cock and turned it to a deep
purple hue. 'Dinky' now sported a very broad smile. I wondered if I could go
any further, and if I could, would the head just explode off like the cap on a
pop bottle? "Let go of what?" I snipped at him.

Devin was beginning to show signs of stress. His eyes became big round circles
as he continued to grind his teeth. "Let go of my COCK, DAMMIT!!"

And I casually replied, "Say Please."

Patti was laughing so much, she had trouble keeping the camera steady even
though it was still on a tripod. "You two sound just like a married couple
arguing " she remarked..... and she went on to mock the proceedings with her
own parody....... 'Let go of my cock, sweetheart...... No, not until you mow
the lawn, sweep the garage, and wash the windows, honeybunch."

"Patti, will you stop it," I scoffed. "You're starting to make ME laugh. I
then released my grip on his shaft and tried to reason with him again. "Devin,
look, I'm sorry if I've gotten you so upset, but I just thought that you were
open minded enough that you wouldn't be put off if I took the initiative."

But I could tell by his steely eyes that the man's patience was wearing thin.

"This isn't initiative," he remarked. "This is BULLSHIT!!!!

"You said that already."

"So if you know what's good for you, you'll get these things off my wrists
NOW..... 'cause I'm not going to take any MORE of your bullshit..... and I'm
sick of being laughed at by your fuckin' whore little FRIENDS!!!"

(Uh oh.... bad move Devin..... I could hear Sheila murmuring 'wohhhhhhhh' in
the background.)

"Kimmie," she sighed, "If you value our friendship......then you won't let
that last remark just slide by unchallenged."

I looked back at Devin and whispered loudly at him. "Thanks a lot, Devin.....
Look at the jam you got me into now. How am I supposed to choose between my
friends.... and my lover?"

"You HAVE no choice!" he shot back. "Don't try to fuck with me any more,
Kimmie..... or I'll fuck YOU up big time."

I nodded my head. "I know..... I know, Devin..... But can't you just at least
apologize to my friends?

His upper lip curled and he snarled at me. I guess he meant 'no'.

I leaned in and whispered to him again, "Look, Devin..... I realize this
meeting hasn't gone well at all..... but you've got to help me save face with
my friends. Look, how about if you just bend over one time, I'll give you just
one more swat with the paddle..... and then we'll all just smile, get dressed,
and go home..... at that will be the end of it, okay?"

He looked back at me blankly for a moment and then replied in a deadpan
monotone, "Fuck you, Kimmie."

My jaw dropped open and I just shook my head. "That's just one too many 'F'
words for me, mister," I mumbled. "Devin, Why are you being so unreasonable?
Don't you see how frustrated I get when you act this way?"

"If you're gonna pee in your pants, Kimmie, would you at least take these
handcuffs off first?"

I put my hands on my hips and exclaimed, "You are so rude!" Then I waved to
Sheila, motioning her to come forward and help me out. "I'm sorry, Devin.....
but I think you really need an attitude adjustment."

The two of us then stood next to his sides and we each slung an arm under his
nearest bicep and armpit. We quickly started to lead him away into the inside
hallway of my suite toward the bathroom.

"Kimmie..... Hey!! TELL THE BITCH TO GET HER HANDS OFF ME!!!!"

Devin tried to struggle against us and I have to admit he seemed pretty
strong. It wasn't easy to move his feet along with his pants still crumpled
around his ankles, but it kept his legs immobilized so we were able to drag
him away a little at a time. He lurched from side to side as his voice
exploded in rage.

"I SAID GET YOUR FUCKIN HANDS OFF ME..... BOTH OF YOU!!!! GOD DAMMIT!!! YOU
DON'T KNOW WHO YOU'RE MESSIN' WITH!!!! DAMN YOU KIMMIE!!!! WHAT THE HELL ARE
YOU DOING?!!!"

I could barely hold my grip on him as he kept shoving us against walls of the
hallway, but Sheila and I were determined to hold on. We finally wedged him
through the door into the bathroom while Patti continued to follow with the
camera. Then, with my free hand, I picked up a conveniently placed roll of
ducttape (a male's favorite working material) and cut off a piece about 8 or 9
inches long.

"What am I doing, Devin?" I repeated his question. "I'm simply going to give
you something that ALL little boys should get when they say bad words......
I'm sure you know what that is."

"Oh, I get it now," Patti answered. "Go ahead, Devin..... you can say it.....
They get soap in their mouths, right?"

I glanced over at the two little boxes on top of the vanity. "Hmmm......
Should we go with the creamy white beauty bar..... or the green deodorant
bar?"

"Is that a trick question?" Sheila asked. "His mouth definitely needs the
deodorant."

I picked up the green box and opened it with my finger nail. "Oh, you're
probably right as usual, Sheila..... Now, do you think we can get Devin to
open his mouth by asking him nicely?"

Though he continued to struggle, we had Devin pressed forward against the
vanity, so there was little room for him to maneuver. It was weird looking at
each other in the mirror.

"I'LL GET YOU FOR THIS!!!," he growled at me. "YOU'RE FUCKIN WITH THE WRONG
DUDE!!! Then he clamped his teeth together. "There's no way in hell I'm
letting you put that shit in my m---- AAAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!!"

I'm starting to get experienced in this move..... the one where I grab his
nipple and turn it three quarters clockwise...... And with his mouth open for
a split second, Sheila pushed the soap bar to the back of his throat. I
followed quickly, applying the duct tape over his lips which were now about an
inch apart. The new soap bar took up a lot of room in his mouth.

"UUUUUMMMMVVV!!! RRVVVVPH!! GAHHHRRMMMMMMMMF!!!!!!

I couldn't understand a word he was saying and didn't want to either...... but
he sure was one mad hombre. The hate in his eyes was almost frightening. He
pushed and tugged against us as Sheila and I held onto his arms as best as
possible...... and his feet danced wildly in the tangled mess of pant legs on
the floor.

"WWWRRRRRRRRRRPPHHHHH!!!!!!"

Sheila was unimpressed as she maintained a firm grip, "He acts like a two year
old throwing a tantrum, Kimmie..... How did you ever get yourself involved
with such a whiny-boy?"

"I don't know...... He's usually not like this."

"This should be a good movie," Patti broke in from behind the viewfinder. "His
cock looks cute the way he makes it wiggle so much when he jumps around."

It may have been cute, but it was getting soft now too. Devin's sexual arousal
was wearing off as the soap began to melt in his mouth. The caustic, burning
taste of the deodorant soap was altering his facial expression and he tried in
vain to push it out against the duct tape...... He looked horrified. He
finally had to take some swallows and his whole head shuddered as he frowned
from the unpleasant experience.

"Wuhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh."

He stopped struggling and then looked back at me hoping for some reprieve.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaoooooooooooommmmm............aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah"

And I replied, "You're welcome."

"UUUUUHHHH!!!!!"

"What, you think you've had enough?"

"Uh." He nodded his head.

"Well, all right, but you have to promise not to say anymore bad words."

"Wuh wuh." He nodded again.

"Not 'wuh wuh', Devin..... Say it so we can understand it."

"UUUUUHHHHHH!!!" He looked at me like I was crazy.

"Well, you have to try," I said. I think he was getting frustrated but I just
wanted to make sure he was sincere.

"UHHH!...... Ahh rrrommmaa ah rohhh ray aheee mahh amm urrrz."

"That's sounds close enough." Then I let go of his right elbow and peeled away
a small portion of the duct tape from his cheek...... before getting a good
grip on the rest......

------- 'RRRRRiiiiiiiiiiiPPPPPP' -------

"AAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHH!!!!!"

The melting soap bar popped out into the sink and for a moment, he looked back
at me quite angrily. But then he bent forward and tried to spit out what was
left on his tongue.

"Blehhhhhh!! Ugggghhhh!!!! This is AWFUL!!"

"It's supposed to be," I shrugged.

His head shot right up and he grinded his teeth again as he glared at me.
"YOU..... YOU........."

I placed two fingers vertically across his lips and cautioned, "Measure your
words carefully, Devin...... You wouldn't want to do this again, would you?
Now what did you want to say?"

"grrrrrrrrrrrrrr........ Can you turn the cold water on?"

I didn't budge.

"PLEASE!"

"Well...... okay." When I flipped the faucet handle, Devin dove his head into
the sink and alternately drank and spat out water.

Sheila let go of him too as he leaned his waist over the sink counter. "You're
being far too nice to him, " she chided me. "I would have let the taste linger
on his tongue as a reminder to behave."

"BLEHHHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh........Can I have some toothpaste?"

"Is that all you care about..... is yourself, Devin?" I asked him.

He stood up again but refused to look us in the eye. "Uhhhh....... no, Kimmie,
but you're right...... I guess I kinda got out of line back there."

I sensed that Devin finally realized that standing handcuffed with his pants
down and his pecker sticking out didn't place him in a very good bargaining
position. He started rushing his words.

"Sheila and Patti, I'm sorry for the mean things that I said about you......
and Kimmie, I'm sorry for being rude and spoiling the evening for your
friends. I hope you'll all accept my apologies and I think it would be best
now if I just got dressed and went on my way."

Well this was certainly a bit out of his character, I thought. I put my left
arm around his shoulder and smiled at him. "Of course we'll accept your
apologies, Devin..... but don't get us wrong. We're not immature little girls
who would stay mad at you."

"Kimmie's right," Sheila added, rubbing his back. "Not one of us is the type
of person who would hold a grudge. You don't have to leave."

"Yeh," said Patti, "And we haven't even had dinner yet."

"That's very nice," Devin answered back. "But I really must insist on leaving.
It would be for the best. Kimmie knows how edgy I get sometimes.... and I
really don't want to chance ruining any more of the evening for you.

Sheila stopped rubbing his back whispered to me, "I can feel his heart
pounding."

"Oh, don't be ridiculous, Devin," I replied. "Of course, you can stay.....
You're more than just a friend, you know."

"Yes, I know, Kimmie...... but I just remembered..... uh, I left a roast
cooking in the oven back at my apartment."

"Devin, you are so weird..... Okay, well if you really want to leave then
fine, but before you go, could you at least play one game with us. We need
four players and it's the kind of game I think you'd really like.

"Um.... perhaps another time, Kimmie."

"Oh, c'mon Devin...... You admit that you were rude, so why couldn't you just
for once, try to be a little more accommodating... and after that you can
leave and I promise there won't be any hard feelings, okay?"

"Yeh? And what's the game...... strip poker?"

"Ha! Good one, Devin..... No, if it were strip poker you'd already be
winning."

"You mean Losing," Patti broke in.

"Whatever."

Devin finally answered, "Well, only if this game is played is played without
handcuffs."

"So if I give you the keys, then you'll play?!" I brightened up. "Terrific!
Okay let's go back to the living room."

I then lifted the back loop of his pants up from the floor high enough so he
could walk semi-normally while Sheila led him out by one arm.

"The cuffs come off first, right?" he asked nervously.

"C'mon, I'll give you the keys now," I replied, pushing him along. "Okay, now
just sit down here on the living room floor. Go ahead...... the carpet is
soft."

"But what about the keys? They're right there on the end table."

"Trust me, Devin..... Just sit down."

I lightly pressed on his shoulder to encourage him...... and Sheila and I held
his upper arms so he wouldn't fall while trying to sit."

"Trust you, trust you....... yeh, right," he mumbled. "And why is Patti still
filming? Hasn't she got enough pictures of my cock already?"

"Okay, Devin..... now if you just rock backwards on your back for a second,
you'll be able to slide the cuffs out from under your butt and around your
shoes. There's an extra link in the cuff chain so you can do that."

"Wouldn't the key work just as easily now?"

"No, Devin. The keyholes are facing down. You need to bring them in front."

"Yeh, right...... okay, fine....."

Even though he was unconvinced of my sincerity, he followed instructions and
wiggled the cuffs around his butt to the front of his waist. Then with better
leverage now, he pulled his trousers and stood up in front of me, presenting
the cuffs forward.

"That's it," he stated. "....... key, please."

"Sure thing," I answered, dropping the double-key ring in his palm.

I suppose males, by nature, are not very observant. Since he arrived here,
Devin had failed to notice the small wheel pulley which I had installed in the
ceiling of my living room. I had fastened it to the cross beam which had once
held a light fixture, so I knew it would be pretty secure.

What the hell's wrong with this key, Kimmie? It's not OPENING!"

CHAPTER 4

"Try the other key, Devin."

"Arrrrrrgggggg!!!"

"Are you sure your turning it in the right direction?"

"Damn it, Kimmie!! I'm turning it BOTH ways!......... SHIT!!! It STILL won't
arrrrrrrrrrggggggggggggg ......OPEN!!! Great, Kimmie..... you fucked it up
good this time..... NOW what do we do?!!"

"Well........... Now we play."

Pardon the pun, but for being a doctor, Sheila was a pretty fast operator.
Behind Devin's back she stood on a step stool and threaded the rope through
the wheel pulley and attached the other end with several loops through the
iron grates in the cold air return vent by the floor near the wall. Patti set
the camera back down on it's tripod in order to help out securing the rope.
The other end of the rope had a steel, buttoned 'C' clip, the type you might
find on a dog leash. Sheila went back to the step stool, and while overlooking
Devin's shoulder, she reached down and attached the big C-clip to the center
of his handcuff chain. Then she and Patti began 'hoisting'.

"WHAT THE FUCK?!!"

Devin's arms were quickly pulled toward the ceiling. It only took a second
because we didn't need to lift him. We only wanted him stretched high enough
so that he could still just barely keep the flats of his feet on the carpet
without straining. I motioned for Patti to hurry up and get the other end tied
off..... as Devin's reaction turned violent."

"AAGGGHHH!!!! SHIT!!! GODDDDD DAMMIT!!!!! YOU DOUBLECROSSED ME, YOU STUPID
BITCH!!!!!"

Devin's torso shook back and forth wildly..... like a fish caught on a line.
He yanked on the rope and thrashed his knees so that his pants were turning
inside out under his shoes. I had to keep from giggling though because his
cock was still faithfully bobbing up and down as it stuck it's marked up
'happy face' out of his red briefs.

"FUCK YOU , KIMMIE!!...... I'LL GET YOU FOR THIS!!!..... I'LL FUCK YOU UP SO
BAD!!!....."

Devin tried to lunge forward with his legs and kick me but all he could manage
was to flick his pant legs at my waist. I looked up and hoped to see that the
pulley was holding. Since the C-clip was held on by a circular disk, it
enabled him to spin around the other way and scream at my friends..... who
were murmuring 'Wohhh.....easy, boy."

"SHUTTUP YOU STUPID BITCHES!!! GET ME OFF OF THIS OR I'LL....."

"DEVIN!" I interrupted loudly, "If you'd just calm down for a second, you'd
realize that you're over-reacting about nothing...... It's not what you think.
All we want to do is play a game. There's no reason to get so upset."

He didn't buy it. "BULLSHIT!! GET ME OFF OF THIS FUCKIN' ROPE NOW!!!" he
screamed, turning toward me and rattling the cord vigorously back and forth.

"Patti," I said, "He's starting to say naughty words again. Do we still have
any of that deodorant soap left? It didn't all melt did it?"

"Heck, no," she replied casually. "There's still about three quarters of a bar
left. I'll be more than happy to bring the soap and the duct tape back here in
the living room."

"NO!" Devin burst out. "All right, all right.. so fine, you got me, Kimmie. I
hope you're REAL proud of yourself. All you had to do was double- cross
me...... No, you couldn't be honest, you LIED to me, Kimmie! You promised I
could take these cuffs OFF!!"

"I said I would give you the keys, Devin...... they worked fine for me."

"Well perhaps Devin, being a male, is just not very mechanically inclined,"
Sheila suggested.

The man stared at me hard. "I want out of here, Kimmie..... I'm
serious.....Don't push me any more."

"Look, Devin..... You agreed to play one game with us, so why don't we just go
ahead and do it. Once we get started, I'm sure you'll realize this is all a
big deal about nothing. Really, Sheila says you have nothing to worry
about..... It's fun..... She can explain how we play."

Sheila proceeded and stepped in front of me to face him.

"Okay, now pay close attention, Devin. I realize that may be a asking a lot
from a male, but I don't want to have to repeat myself. The name of this game
is '9-Ball Dodge ...... or 2-Ball Dodge', depending on your perspective. The
game originated back at my college sorority during 'hell week' for freshman
pledges."

Devin twisted his head to look at me. "Uh, not to be a spoilsport, Kimmie.....
but I already think I don't like this game."

Sheila put both her hands near his ears and gently readjusted his head to face
her. "Just be quiet and listen," She told him. "Now since hazing by the men's
fraternities had been officially banned by the college administrators, what
some of them did was to send their new pledges to their sister sorority
house..... for a ....y'know... social get-together. So as part of the social
we would play games. Kimmie, here, why don't you roll up his pants and put
them aside for now, so his feet won't be tangled up...... and take his shoes
off too while your at it. Devin, I hope that's a cheap shirt your wearing,
because Patti needs to remove it with a utility knife. It hasn't got any
buttons left anyway."

"Can he keep his undies on?" Patti asked. "I love 'em like this."

"Yes, leave his socks and briefs on. The red matches nicely....... Now as I
was saying, the best part of the social was playing games. So in this game...

"Yeh right, Sheila," Devin snarled. "And I'll bet none of these pledges ever
minded being stripped naked and strung up to the ceiling either."

Sheila poked a finger at his nose. "I asked you not to interrupt, Devin......
One more outburst and I'll give you the paddle........ Okay, now with 9- Ball
Dodge, each girl gets three ping pong balls and stands about eight feet away,
forming a triangle around the boy. Then each girl throws her balls, one at a
time, trying to hit the boy's testicles."

"WHAT?!!!"

It did seem a rather odd game. "Quit worrying," I tried to comfort him. "Even
if we hit you, what possible harm could a ping pong ball do?"

"I'm sorry, Kimmie. This is not my idea of a good time..... Can I leave now?"

"Your job, Devin, Sheila continued, "is of course to spin or 'dodge' away from
the ping pong balls so they either miss or hit you in a non-scoring area.....
like your butt. But if a ball hits your balls, you lose."

"That's for sure...... Well, goodbye ladies. I'm leaving now."

"You wish, Devin...... I'll pass out your weapons now. Patti, stand by the
front door, Kimmie over by the dining room table.... and I'll step back toward
the bookcase. "Is everyone ready now?"

"Wait! Can I stand in a different room?"

"No, Devin...... Girls, you may fire at will."

"Yah!" ......."Hah!" ....... "Uhhh!"

We all seemed to have the same idea..... faking a throw to see how he would
react. And it was nice to see him playing along, even if out necessity. He
lifted he knee up twice and spun around on the other time. The rope clip
allowed him to spin in a circle continuously if he wanted to.

I finally released my first toss and Devin easily blocked it with his knee.
Patti threw almost at the same time but her ball sailed up at his navel.
Sheila missed too and I began to think of this as one of those carnival midway
games where it's practically impossible to win. We eyed the bottom of his red
briefs as our target..... but the ping pong balls were so light that from
eight feet away, they got picked up by air resistance and went off course
every time.

"Don't we get any points if we just hit his cock?" Patti asked.

"Nope..... Devin, you're good," Sheila commented. "You must have played this
before..... Are you having fun yet?"

"No....This game sucks," he grumbled, spinning away from another of Patti's
throws.

After about a minute, there were only two turns left. I threw my last ball at
him as hard as I could...... And as he spun left, it hit him in his rear end,
but Sheila timed her last throw to meet him at that same exact moment. Her
toss got there fast and it had no arc or sail to it. But with Devin's back
turned, I couldn't see exactly where it hit.

"UHHH!! OOOOooooooooooooooooooooooohhh..... nooooooooooooooooooo."

Devin suddenly could no longer stand erect on his own. His weight slumped on
the C-clip holding him up..... and his feet slid aimlessly a few inches across
the carpet.

I quickly approached him. "Devin, are you all right?" I asked. But his moaning
was incessant.

"OOOoooooooooooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"

"What's wrong?"

"Oooohhhh..... she hit me too ......hard........ uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...... I'm
hurt...... ohhhh....I'm injured......... dohhhhhhhhhhhhh...... what did she
hit me with?...ohhhh."

"Why, a ping pong ball," I answered. "Is that so terrible?"

I bent over and picked up Sheila's winning throw. "Hmmm..... why is this ball
so much heavier than the others?"

"Because it's loaded with bee bee's," Sheila answered. "Since we were playing
nine-ball, the ninth ball is the 'money ball'..... the one that really counts.
Devin, didn't you ever play pool before?"

His body hung limp. "Oh Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.....I'm hurt."

"Sheila, you didn't tell us that," I said.

"Do I have to explain everything to you, Kimmie?"

"Look!" Patti exclaimed. "Devin lost his woody...... I guess getting popped in
the old family jewels just isn't too erotic for him."

I went up to try to comfort Devin. "You really look pathetic," I said. Then I
put my right hand against the lower fabric of his briefs. "Would it help any
if I rubbed your scrotum?"

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh."

"Good........ But I can't figure you, Devin. Why didn't you dodge away from
the ball instead of letting yourself get hit? Didn't you understand the
rules?"

In a weak raspy voice he answered, "Ohhhhhhhhhhh..... I get the message,
Kimmie."

"What?"

"I get the message."

"What are talking about..... secret messages? Are you playing mind games with
me again, Devin?"

"Ohhhhhhhhh........," he moaned . Payback's a bitch..... that's the
message..... uhhhhhhhhhh.....So since I understand the message, can I go home
now?"

"But there's something ' I ' don't understand, Devin....... Can you answer
this for me? If men are supposed to be so rough and tough..... why is it that
the very thing that makes men, men........ is the weakest part of their body?"

"Ohhhhhhh..... I don't know, Kimmie..... I've often stayed up late at night
wondering the same thing myself."

I continued to rub his scrotum and he seemed to gradually get himself back to
stand on his own feet. "But what does it feel like?" I asked.

"Uhhhh..... a big thud."

"No, no," I shot back. "What does it really feel like? Describe it in a way
that would help me understand your pain."

"I can't, Kimmie..... It's like if your aunt had balls, she'd be your
uncle...... Maybe it's like to a knuckle in your eyeball."

"Oooo, that really would hurt...... Well, then how come on TV whenever a guy
gets hit in his balls, everybody laughs? Why is it supposed to be so funny?"

"It isn't..... If you listen carefully, only the women are laughing. So I can
go now, right? The game's over."

"Well, Devin, I would be totally derelict in my responsibilities if I were to
just send you out now in your present condition."

"Yeah, really, Devin," Patti chirped in. "Sheila tricked us all. We don't want
the evening to end on a sour note like this."

"Stuff it, Patti," Sheila replied indignantly.

"No, Sheila...... It was your fault that Devin feels so hurt and dejected
now..... The least we should do is try to cheer him up."

"Oh, you mean like something to make him smile?" I asked.

"Yes, it would be nice..... don't you agree?" Patti answered.

I walked back to my dining room breakfront and opened the top drawer. "Do you
think these would help?" I asked her, presenting a twelve inch feather and a
long back scratcher.

Devin suspected me right away. "Uh, ladies, that really won't be necessary,"
he protested. "I'm in already in good spirits...... In fact it's been such a
wonderful evening, that I'm terrifically ecstatic..... see?!"

He ponied up a big grin and suggested we let him leave again, but Patti turned
him down. "I'm glad to see that you're trying to be a real trooper, Devin,"
she told him. "But we're women..... You don't need to hide your true feelings
and emotions from us. Deep down, you're feeling hurt and angry, I know this. I
mean..... here, Sheila goes and smacks you in your balls...... and Kimmie
too..... Kimmie makes you go parading around in these ridiculous
panties.......It's humiliating. They've just got to go."

"Panties?" As Devin repeated her play on words, Patti quickly peeled his
briefs down around his legs and yanked them off his feet. She tossed them
behind the sofa.....then walked around to his back and lifted his left ankle.

"And since the red socks don't match anymore, they can go too."

"Happy birthday suit," Sheila teased him, upon removal of his last article.

"So you see, Devin, you have every right to feel sad," Patti continued.
"That's why we've got to cheer you up."

Devin's eyes now stared blankly. He appeared stunned by his condition.....one
that he was obviously unprepared to handle. I couldn't help but notice this as
I began work with the back-scratcher, making little circles around this chest
hair.

"I think I'm going to like you this way, Devin," I quipped. Then I glided the
tool across his nipples and watched as they quickly sprang erect. "You're
sooooooo helpless...... Soooooooo vulnerable..... So deliciously naked."

"..... stop it, Kimmie," he mumbled.

"So Patti, do you want the feather?"

"No, give it to Sheila. I've got great nails....... watch....."

"WOOOOHoooooooooaaaaaaaaaah......ahhhhhhhhhhhahahahahahah!!!"

Patti got a huge reaction out of Devin as she ran eight long fingernails
daintily across his stomach abs and around his hips. His body shook wildly
like cocker spaniel trying to shake off water.

"Look at those goose bumps!" I exclaimed.

Sheila's feather then slid up his right inner thigh and down the other.

"AAAAAHHHHHHH HOOOOO OOHHHHOH ..... STOP IT !! STOP IT!!"

Devin seemed uncontrollable. He kicked viciously, hitting Sheila's shoulder
and knocked the feather out of her hand. While this occurred, he spun on the
swivel bolt so that his back was now toward me, so I reached under with the
back scratcher and goosed him by drawing a line from his balls through the
crack in his ass. It got stuck for a second before I could pull it out.

"WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!... OOOO!! ... OOO!! ...OOO!! GOD DAMMIT, KIMMIE.......
I CAN'T STAND IT!!!"

I replied, "I just can't believe you're so sensitive, Devin."

Then Patti curled her fingernails around his buttocks while Sheila ran the tip
of the feather across his lips.

"OOOOO WAAAAHHHH!!!!!! FFFFLPPPPP! THFFLLLLLPPPPH!!!"

"Are you sure the camera's still rolling, Patti?"

"Yup......Right now, it's catching 'Dinky' springing back to life. He must be
enjoying this. You made his nipples erect too. Some people say that men's
nipples are just as delicate as women's."

"OHHHHHHH TEHAAAAAA!!!! OH STOP IT ALREADY!!!"

"And what about the bottoms of his feet," Patti continued. "With some people,
it drives them wild."

Patti then grabbed Devin's right ankle and lifted his leg up to a position
where she looked like she would be shoeing a horse. And when she traced her
manicured fingernails across his sole, he nearly went berserk.

"oh HOH!!, oh HOH!!....EEEEEEEYiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiHHH!!!!! LET GO OF ME!!!"

"Geez, Devin," I said, "You're more ticklish than I am. Your whole body
is..... well, you're such a wiggleworm. Are your arm pits this sensitive too?"

AHHHHHHH hahahahahahahahahahhahha no no no no no....."

"Oh yes yes yes yes yes," I replied.

Sheila commented, "Did you ever see a little kid when he has to go the
bathroom..... the way they put their knees together and dance around........
Watch when I run the feather over his inner thighs again."

"Uhhhhhhhhhhh whow ho ho oh STOP IT!!!

"I have to admit, you do look cute," I told Devin. "Patti thinks your hard-on
means your enjoying this, but I'm not so sure..... Do you also get an erection
like when your sexually embarrassed?"

"I'm tired of this, Kimmie," he moaned. "Let me down."

"And If I'm not mistaken, I've heard that the most sensitive area on a man's
body is the ridge around the head of his cock....... right here."

"AAAAhhhhhhhhh...... QUIT IT already!!!"

Devin quickly spun around, but when he did, I goosed his little ass again.

"Woooooooooooo!!!"

.......And Patti kept running her finger nails..... and Sheila kept flicking
her feather..... and the poor guy was just flipping around like a fish caught
on the end of a line. This went on for about five more exhausting
minutes...... Devin really WAS laughing till he cried.

"No more...... No moooooooore," he begged through a nearly horse throat. "I
give up."

"Are you happy now, Devin?" I asked.

"Yes," he grunted. "Very happy."

"So what do you say when someone makes you happy?"

"Ummm........thank you?" he murmured

"All right, I think we can give him a break now," I said to my two companions.

Sheila immediately clapped her hands and yelled, "Okay! Break time's over!
Time for the next game."

"NO!" Devin perked up and objected. "Kimmie, you said I only had to play one
game. Then I could leave."

I put my hands on my hips. "Devin, I was hoping by now we'd have you in a such
a playful mood that you wouldn't want to leave. Can't we at least see what
Sheila's next game would have been if you decided to stay?"

"No," he answered.

"It's called 'Bird Attack'," Sheila quickly broke in. "Or some people call it
'Defend the Nest'. We always played this after Nine-ball dodge."

"But I don't WANT to play!" Devin protested. "I want to LEAVE!"

"Oh, shut up, Devin," Sheila sassed him. "You're such a whiner. You'll be
leaving soon enough......... Now listen to the instructions..... In Bird
Attack, all the girls pretend to be little sparrows, just flying around,
tweeting, minding our own business, when all of a sudden we see a weasel,
played by the boy of course, sneak up and try to steal our eggs. Well
naturally we can't let that happen so each birdie launches a dive bombing
attack against the weasel to try and stop him....... kind of like this,
see....."

Sheila stood back and tapped her thumb and forefinger together, singing,
"tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet......." Then she came right at Devin and took a
big peck into the fold of skin around his right bicep area. If I didn't know
any better, I would have thought that all she was doing was pinching him and
twisting the skin.

"OOOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!! STOP IT!!! GOD DAMMIT!!!"

Devin gritted his teeth and tried to kick Sheila away, but she was very fast
in getting away...... and Patti and I were quick to join in to this simple,
but delightful looking game.

"Tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet.........."

"OW!!!"

"Tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet.........."

"OW!!!"

I never realized that there were so many spots on the human body's skin that
could produce excruciating pain simply with a good pinch....... the inner
thigh for example.

"Tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet.........."

"OWWWWW!!"

....... the inside of the elbow, about an inch from the point.....

"Tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet.........."

"OW!!! OWWWWWWWWWWW!!!"

...... the armpit and tricep area........

"Tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet.........."

"AAAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!! stop it! STOP ITTTTT!!!!!!"

........ and if you can catch him looking the other way, the shaft on his cock
is a real doozie.

"Tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet.........."

"WAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!"

Wow......He really jumped on that one. Devin had so many neat places with
loose folds of skin that made for excellent pinch points. No matter which way
he turned, one of us was always in his blind spot. My friends got him on his
inside wrist and ear lobe. But I always loved to return to my favorite sore
spot...... his nipples.

""Tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet.........."

"OW! OW! OW! AHHHHHH! ..........STOP IT ALREADY! Stop! stopppppp!...
uhhhhhhhhhhh."

I think he was starting to get very frustrated as he danced around. His
frowning face tried not to shed any tears. True, he was in a lot of pain, but
am I being mean if I say I just didn't give a damn? I'm sure he must have felt
like he was getting 20 flu shots and 20 bee stings all at the same time......
and I was glad that we could wear down his body like this without actually
injuring him, but I knew we'd have to wear down his mind as well.

"Is it time to check the nest yet?" Patti asked Sheila.

Sheila took a step back and paused. "Yes, Patti..... why don't you do that."

Patti trotted to the refrigerator and held up a carton from the grocery store.
"Yeahhhhhh!!!" she hollered. "We saved our eggs!!"

"But look at Devin," I observed. "He looks awful just hanging there limp and
groaning like the way he is. What could be his problem?"

"I'm not sure," Sheila replied, moving around to his front. "There's no reason
why a strong young man like Devin should become so exhausted just from playing
a couple of easy games."

"But you're a doctor," Patti stated. "Shouldn't you try to help him?"

"Yeh, Sheila," I added. "Look how bad he looks. Don't you have any idea what's
wrong..... or should I just call 911?"

"No, no, of course not," Sheila retorted, putting a hand on her chin in deep
thought. "Well, one of the most common causes for over-exertion among males is
due to hernia problems..... when part of the small intestine pops through the
interior wall lining."

"Do you think that's what he's got?" I asked.

"I don't know.....I'll have to check."

"No! That's okay!" Devin groaned, spinning and turning his back to us. "I
don't think I need this exam, really."

I slapped him on his ass firmly and admonished him, "You turn around right
now, Devin. This is for your own good...... And if you don't co- operate, well
then maybe we'll just have to bring the little birdies back. Is that what you
want?"

He slowly turned back to face us and murmured, "no."

Sheila pulled up one of the dining room chairs and sat in front of him. I
could hear Devin swallow very hard. His face was frozen with a look of
bewilderment. Sheila then gently handled his scrotum and pressed her index
finger up and behind his right testicle.

Devin's face turned red and it was amusing to see his cock become erect again
so quickly.

"That's a perfectly natural reaction, Devin...." Sheila calmed him, ".....for
the first time that a male is examined by a lady doctor. There's really
nothing to be embarrassed about...... well, except maybe for the stupid smiley
face that Kimmie painted on the head of your penis....... Would you turn your
head and cough now please?"

---cough---

"Harder."

--- ach COUGH.... COUGH---

"Okay, now let's try under the left testicle......"

"Ow.... you're pressing too hard."

"Cough please."

"But why are we doing this?"

I criticized Devin, "Just be quiet and do as you're told."

--- COUGH.... COUGH---

"More!" Sheila demanded.

---COUGH, COUGH........ cough , cough---

"Okay, good," Sheila said while getting up. "He doesn't have a hernia..... but
we better check his blood pressure too."

"You can do that now?" Patti wondered.

"Certainly, Patti. I always carry an emergency medical kit in my purse.....
I'm quite serious about my work."

But when I saw Sheila take out the blood pressure band and start applying it
to her patient, my curiosity got the best of me. "Sheila," I said, "I know
this may sound like a stupid question..... but are you sure you're supposed to
be wrapping the band around Devin's cock? Doesn't it usually go around the
upper arm?"

And Devin added, "Yes, uh, Kimmie makes a very good point, doesn't she?"

Sheila turned around and glared at me. "Who the hell is doctor here, Kimmie?"

"Sorry, I was only asking a question," I replied quietly.

"Well for your information, an erect penis has the highest blood to tissue
ratio of any part of a male's body. It's by far the most accurate location for
measuring male blood pressure."

"Oh, I didn't know that..... Did you know that, Devin?"

He didn't answer. He was too busy looking down at his cock as Sheila began
squeezing the little air bulb attached to the wrap.

---pump...pump...pump...pump...pump...pump...pump....

"OH! Okay! That's tight enough!" he yipped.

---pump...pump...pump...pump...pump

"OWWWW!!!! AGGHH!!! IT HURTS!!! STOP!! YOU'RE SQUEEZING TOO TIGHT!!!"

"You're right, Sheila," Patti commented. "He does act like a big cry baby
sometimes."

I noticed that the head of his cock, which was just sticking outside the wrap,
had again turned to a fat deep purple appearance. "Sheila, if you're trying to
make the head explode off the rest of his cock, it won't work.... I tried that
already."

"Hmmmmm" she mumbled, looking over the dial, "120 over 80.... You're perfect,
Devin. Very nice."

"Well then what else could be causing his problem?" I asked.

Sheila shook her head. "Well, I hate to say it..... but in males, the last
culprit is usually the prostate."

"Look, this is NUTS!!!" Devin blared out.

"No, Devin," Patti replied with a smile. Then she cupped his scrotum in her
right hand. "These are nuts."

"STOP IT ALREADY!!" He shouted. "This is a big scam! Haven't you done enough
to me already tonight? Look, Kimmie.... I'm sorry for everything I did to you.
I got what I deserved.. and all I want to do now is just leave and I promise
I'll never bother you again..... okay?....It's over with....just say yes?"

Sheila turned a finger in her ear. "That's funny," she said, "Did you just
hear something?"

Patti answered curtly, "Yes, I think it was the male....... whining again."

"Oh," Sheila said, nodding her head. "That's what I thought...... Well, could
you do me a favor, Patti? Go over to the wall and undo the end of his rope."

"You're letting me go?" Devin asked, hopefully.

Sheila rested a gentle hand on the side of his face and replied, "Well,
actually, dear, in order to examine your prostate, we're going to need you to
bend way over.

The rope loosened and slid through the pulley allowing Devin's wrists to drop
and finally rest in front of him about waist high.

"Now don't be a shy guy, " Sheila coached him. "All I need you to do is bend
forward to touch the carpet and then just spread your legs wide apart as far
as they'll go."

I know that sounded like a simple request, but I don't think it went over too
well with Devin. Instead of complying, I could hear his breathing start to get
real huffy. His eyeballs got wider and his nostrils flared. He looked like a
bull ready to charge. Patti and I back off a few steps, concerned about what
angry naked man might do.

But Sheila stood her ground directly in his face. Suddenly, his hands thrust
upward at her neck.

"LIKE FUCK I WILL!!!" he screamed, attempting to clamp his thumbs to her
throat.

There are, however, some obvious disadvantages to fighting in the nude,
especially for men. Devin had barely touched the good doctor when she reached
out and smacked his balls again with some authority. He immediately reeled
back, clutching his jewels and moaning as we had heard him before.

"OOOoooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh."

"S'matter?" Sheila asked him, "Did you forget you weren't wearing your
jockstrap?" Then she pulled on the rope which was still attached to his
handcuffs and stepped on it so that his hands were forced to nearly touch the
floor. "Come over here and help, Kimmie. This is still your party, isn't it?"

I had always admired Sheila for being so assertive, but I guess I was
surprised by how tough she really was. She instructed me to take her place in
keeping him bent forward by stepping on the rope.

"Okay, spread 'em now," she ordered Devin. "We'll need a big moon here to do
this."

Then Sheila pressed her foot against his left ankle until his legs were spread
wide enough apart to suit her needs.

Devin just kept groaning, "Noooohhhh.... I don't need this."

"Sheila," said Patti, "Do you look at men like they're nothing more than just
a piece of ass to you?"

She patted Devin on his rump and replied, "Oh, but what a NICE piece of ass
this one is." Then she pulled two other items out of her handbag.

There couldn't be too many more ominous sounds than when a doctor snaps on a
pair of skin tight rubber gloves. I'm sure it affected Devin since I heard him
swallow very hard. Then she dabbed on some lubricating jell onto the index
finger of her right glove.

"Now don't be nervous, dear," she soothed him. "This will only take a moment.

I watched in fascination as Sheila parted his buttocks slightly with her left
hand and inserted the other finger into his anus.

"OO!" Devin's body shuddered from the cold jell which produced goose bumps all
over.

Sheila proceeded to guide her finger deep into his rectum.

"OH! OH! Oh, stop!" he yipped. You're pressing too harrrrrd! It hurts!"

"Well that's your prostate, dear.....excess male baggage. And I don't enjoy
this procedure any more than you do. But quit being such a crybaby about it.
Most men don't squeal like that till they see my bill."

"I don't get it," said Patti. "Penises, testicles, and prostates.........
everything that men have is so delicate and fragile."

"Yeh," I replied, "And that's exactly what they don't want us to know."

"You left out brains," Sheila added

"Do you do this to all the new guys when you first meet them?" I asked Sheila.
"It's no wonder you don't have any boyfriends."

"Well somebody's got to save the males," she replied. "There, all finished
now.... nothing wrong with this boy's prostate.... not yet anyway. Do you have
a garbage can for these gloves, Kimmie? --Unless Devin would like to lick them
clean."

I noticed Devin wincing and shaking his head.

"You don't want that, Devin?" I asked him, still pinning his rope down with my
foot. "Well, then what do you say to Sheila for being so nice to you?"

He heaved air several times in disgust and then grumbled quietly, "Thank you
for the exam, Sheila."

The doctor patted his rump again and replied, "Oh, you're quiet welcome,
dear..... And since your a good friend of Kimmie's, consider it gratis, a free
office visit."

"Well then what's your diagnosis?" Patti questioned. "What's wrong with him?"

"Nothing physically," Sheila answered. "He's obviously faking it. This boy is
in excellent physical health..... now mentally, I'm not so sure. But can you
help me sit him back down now, Patti? And Kimmie, you can put his cuffs back
over his feet. His hands belong behind his back again...... We just can't
trust him yet to be a good boy."

"You hear that, Devin?" I scolded. "You better start behaving yourself."

"So what's on the agenda now?" Patti asked, as Sheila removed his rope. "Are
we ready for another game."

Devin rolled his eyes and I responded, "No, let's take a break now..... I
think we should all sit down for a snack."

CHAPTER 5

My apartment wasn't too big. The kitchen and dining room were basically
attached to each other.

"Devin, since you're our special guest, why don't you sit on the right......
at the head of the table. Let me help you scoot your chair in a little. I know
it's kind of hard with your hands behind your back. And you don't need to look
so serious. I mean, nobody cares that your naked as a jay bird... Patti, could
you please move the camera into the dining room now..... and aim it at the
head of the table. Yes, and make sure Devin's hard-on still shows up in the
view finder.

"Mmmm, what smells so good, Kimmie?" Sheila asked.

Since I had made it just before my guests arrived, all I had to do was open a
plastic bowl. "It's one of my favorite nutritious snacks," I replied. "-- corn
on the cob..... and it's still pretty warm."

Devin seemed to sit frozen in place as I passed around portions for everyone,
including the usual butter and salt.

"MMmmmm, this is really delicious," Patti complimented. "It's very sweet."

Sheila agreed. "You don't often get the sweetness with perfect texture like
this, too. You did good, Kimmie."

"Thanks."

"How about you, Devin?" Patti said. "Aren't you even going to try it?"

"Come on, Devin," I added. "It can't be that hard to eat with no hands. Just
pretend like you're..... you know, bobbing for apples."

"He doesn't seem very hungry tonight," retorted Patti.

"Or very talkative, either," said Sheila.

"Well maybe he's depressed," Patti suggested.

Sheila turned to her. "You'd be depressed too if you had to go through life
with something ugly sloshing back and forth between your legs every time you
walked."

"So let him be," I sighed. "Just because He's having a bad day, he thinks the
rest of us should feel just as miserable? Forget it! I'm offering seconds on
corn now."

"Hmm, 'bad day' could be right, Kimmie," Patti thought out loud. "Maybe we
should check his horoscope."

I shook my head. "Don't tell me you believe in THAT malarkey?"

"Kimmie, I think you'd be surprised at how accurate it can be. Just give it a
try. Do you have today's paper? ........ Now, Devin,...... Tell me what your
birthday is....... Oh, excuse me, I forgot you weren't talking tonight. How
sad."

"The paper's on the bookcase," I answered. "And you could probably get the
birthday from his drivers license in his wallet. The pants are still lying
there on the floor."

Sheila started into her second ear of corn. "I'm not ignoring you on purpose,
Patti.... I probably just missed this class at medical school."

Patti was annoyed. "You're all a bunch of 'Doubting Thomas's'..... Listen to
this now. For Devin's sign, it says 'A romantic fling awaits you tonight.....
but exercise caution, it may not be what you expect......Recognize the
pitfalls of becoming involved with an irresponsible lover."

"WHAT?!" I yelled. "You're saying I'M irresponsible?!"

Patti giggled, "Hey, Kimmie...... if the shoe fits...."

"That is such GARBAGE!!" I scoffed.

"AH! Did u see that?" Sheila pointed. "Devin smiled for a second. You broke
through."

"Oh good!" Patti beamed. "See, even Devin believes it. Now let me check the
personality traits for his exact birthdate. I carry a little book in my
purse."

Sheila rolled her eyes. "This is too much of a good thing."

Patti rustled through her handbag and pulled out a dog-eared paperback. "Here,
I found it," she said, flipping to the proper page. "Okay, it says.... now
listen carefully, Devin..... it says 'persons born on this date are reckless,
worthless, shiftless, brainless, senseless, tasteless, careless.....
overbearing, underhanded, overrated, undermining, oversexed, underachieving,
overindulgent, undereducated.....crude, crass, course, spiteful, malicious,
viscous, malevolent, vulgar, ill-tempered, mean spirited, lowbred, dishonest,
deceitful, double-dealing, devious, selfish, conceited, egotistical,
illogical, incoherent, contradictory, narcissistic, puffy, pompous, vain,
gross, disgusting, putrid, offensive, dull, insipid, boring, tiresome, lazy,
slothful, sluggish, blundering, nasty, indecent, odious......

"Well, you've covered all his strengths quite well, Patti. What does it say
about his weaknesses?"

"Don't interrupt me, Kimmie..... uh....let's see..... unkind, ungrateful,
uncooperative, uncontrollable, undignified, unfeeling, unfriendly, unhappy,
unreasonable, unreliable, unintelligent, unorganized, unsightly, unskilled,
unsociable, unstable, unsavory, untidy, untruthful...."

"Undressed?"

"Stop it, Kimmie! I'm not finished..... inconsiderate, incompetent,
incorrigible, indefensible, inept, inattentive, indecisive, inscrutable,
insidious, intoxicated, intrusive, indecent, intransigent, intolerant.."

"Incontinent?" I blurted out, laughing.

"Why can't you take me seriously? This reading was a hundred percent
accurate."

"But maybe Kimmie's right, too," Sheila suggested. "Maybe that's why Devin's
not eating his corn."

I looked back at our guest. "Well, speaking of corn, Devin, why don't you tell
Sheila and Patti what you called it two weeks ago with me."

Devin wouldn't even look at me and offered no response. "Oh, excuse me," I
added, "I forgot that 'Mr. Grumpy' isn't talking to us anymore."

"Come on, Devin," Sheila coaxed. "Tell us what you called it."

Patti pressed on. "Yeh, Devin. Come on. Tell us..... We want to know."

Devin looked down and muttered, "Uh, it's not important..... I forget anyway."

"Well it's nice to hear you speaking," Sheila said, getting up from her chair,
"but we really want to know what you called the corn." She approached Devin's
seat and lightly swatted him on the back of his head. "Come on Devin, tell
us," she repeated.

Patti played follow the leader, walking up to him and flicking his ear
abruptly with her thumb and index finger. "It's important, Devin. Come on.
Tell us."

Devin curled his lip and looked really annoyed. "I'd rather not, okay?" he
replied.

This time, Sheila swatted the back of head much harder. "No it's NOT okay!"
she rebutted, raising her voice.

Then Patti pulled on the top of his ear and practically yelled into his
eardrum, "COME ON, DEVIN...... TELL US!!"

Sheila grabbed the scruff of his neck and pulled it back so he was forced to
look up while she got right in his face, nose to nose. "TELL US WHAT YOU
CALLED THE CORN, DEVIN!!, she screamed.

"TELL US NOW!!!!!" Patti blared into his ear again.

Sheila swatted his head two more times. "TELL US!! TELL US!!"

Devin's neck must have been getting whiplash from all the blows. But either
from pain or frustration, he finally broke his wall of silence...... calling
out, "ALL RIGHT, ALREADY!!...... I CALLED IT A PUSSY STRETCHER!!!....ALL
RIGHT!?"

The girls backed off. "A what?" Patti asked innocently.

"A pussy stretcher," Devin mumbled, looking down and away.

"Ohhhhh..... how interesting," Patti mused. "Well that's a novel idea."

"I'm glad to see you're finally talking to us again, Devin," I said. "But I
think what the girls really need is a live demonstration. Now since you had me
try on a pussy stretcher two weeks ago, don't think it would be in you r best
interests if you were fitted with one also?"

Devin slowly looked up at me with a cold stare and an obvious express of
disdain. "But I don't HAVE a pussy," he answered indignantly.

"HAaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!" both my friends burst out laughing.

"What is so funny?" I asked.

"Devin!" Patti squealed. "That is so precious!...... the way he sounds so
sincere..... like he's actually trying to convince us that he doesn't have
one." Then she mocked him in her own version of a little tiny squeaky voice,
"But I don't Haaaaaaaaaaaaaave a pussy!"

"Oh, contrare, my good friend," Sheila added. "Devin, you do so have a pussy,
and we'll be happy to help your find it."

"No way," he answered, shaking his head. "Kimmie, you just better forget this.
I'm warning you...... Enough is enough."

"But how do know you wouldn't like something, if you've never tried it?

"That thing won't work!" he continued to protest. "Physically..... it just
can't be done!"

"But why not?" I asked.

"Yeh, Devin," Patti repeated. "Why not?"

"Well, because........ uh..... uh..... you know....."

"No, we don't know," Sheila shot back. "Tell us, Devin"

"Well, because.........You know...... because a rectum isn't as wide as pussy.
It can't be done."

"How do you know this?" Sheila questioned. "Is this one of your hobbies that
we didn't know about? Do you spend your free time running around to parties
with a vernier caliper measuring pussies and assholes?"

"No, it's just common sense."

"Oh, I don't think so. I can tell you from experience that in my medical
practice, whenever I examine a male, I usually see a very big asshole."

"Devin, are you going to be a good boy?" I asked. "Or do we have to drag you
kicking and screaming into the bedroom like we did before.... you know, with
the soap?"

The man grit his teeth and gave me a scowl like I had never seen before.
"There's no way in HELL I'm going to let you shove that thing up my butt," he
vowed.

I shook my head. "Devin, how do you expect to get anywhere with such a
negative attitude?..... I'll tell you what. Remember all the times when you
smelled my panties and said you could pick out my scent anywhere? Well I'm
making you a challenge...... If each of us puts a pair of freshly used panties
on the table in front of you, and you can pick out the one that's mine......
then you win and you don't have to get a pussy stretcher. You can just pack up
your stuff and go. The evening's done. Does that sound fair?"

Devin carefully weighed his options. (He didn't have many) "How do I know that
no matter which one I pick, you won't just say I'm wrong anyway?"

"Look if it'll make you happy, I'll write the answer on a piece of paper,
okay?"

"The correct answer?" he demanded.

I shook my head again. "Yessssssssssss, Devin," I groaned. "You are so
paranoid."

This time he nodded. "Let's do it...... Are you all going to get undressed
now?"

I stood up and went to get a brown paper bag from under the kitchen counter.
From it, I placed three soiled pairs of panties on the table in front of
Devin. "Start sniffing," I told him, as I wrote the answer on the back of a
napkin.

He looked at me kind of funny. "You had this planned in advance?"

"It was one of our games, and if you would have behaved yourself a little
better, you wouldn't have had to play it in handcuffs."

He didn't reply. It appeared that Devin wanted to study them visually before
sticking his nose in them. I think he was trying to remember back if he
recognized any of them from my drawer. That's why I didn't use the spotted
leopard.

"---sniff---..... ---sniff---..... SNIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIFFFFFFFF---"

He wanted to get a good whiff of number one. Then he did the same to number
two and three. We watched him in fascination. From what I've heard, mens'
noses are not supposed to be as sensitive as women's'.

After the first go-round, he ignored the third pair and concentrated on one
and two.

"---sniff---..... ---sniff---..... SNIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIFFFFFFFF---"

"Well, if you ever lose your job, Devin," Patti said, "I'm sure you could
always get work as a bloodhound."

Then he looked up at me with his mouth slightly agape, breathing hard, hoping
to make the right guess.

"It's GOT to be number one," he rattled off.

I shook my head and turned over the napkin. "Nope..... Sorry, Devin, it's
number three. The one you picked is Sheila's."

"WHAT?!!!" he called out in disbelief. "NO WAY!!! Number three is at LEAST two
sizes bigger!"

"You're right, dimwit," I sassed back at him. "But you were supposed to choose
by smell, not by sight. Those are all new panties that were worn today only.
We just bought different sizes so you wouldn't just automatically assume
Sheila's pair was the largest. But I guess you did anyway, huh?"

"You're lying, Kimmie!" he accused. "It's just a trick!"

Sheila got very annoyed at this. "Don't you call my friend a liar, Devin," she
said sternly. Then she walked to the side of his chair and did something which
even surprised me. She unzipped her pants and pulled them down to her knees.
"Smell me," she commanded.

Well, maybe this was something that Devin wouldn't have minded doing on his
own, but to be ordered around like a dog to stick his nose in some strange
lady's crotch just didn't seem to catch his fancy...... So Sheila did the next
best thing. She grabbed him by the scruff of his neck and smushed his face
into her crotch. Then she rubbed his nose back and forth repeatedly into the
impression that her slit made through the panties she was wearing. I wasn't
sure if Devin could still breath.

"Mmmmmmmmmphphphpphtthththhththht!!"

"SMELL ME, ASSHOLE!!" she yelled in his ear.

"MMMMPHPHP!!!"

When she finally let him up, he didn't look too happy trying to catch his
breath, but before he could say anything back, Sheila followed with, "Now
smell number one again."

He mumbled at her, "You stupid bi--- "

"SHUT UP AND SMELL NUMBER ONE!" she hollered, while slapping the top of his
head again.

This was one time where Devin didn't look to anxious about catching the
fragrance of used panties. But he slowly lowered his head to the table took a
whiff as Sheila zipped herself back up.

"So what do you think?" she asked him.

Devin appeared stunned. He remained stone-faced and motionless, so Sheila had
to supply her own answer.

"Well, surprise, asshole! They're both alike, aren't they?"

No one said a word.

"Gee," she went on, It's so quiet in this room you could hear a pin drop. "Now
just why is that, Devin?"

I knew that he would not want to admit defeat, so I got out of my chair and
picked up the half ear of corn that was still sitting in front of him. "I'm
sorry you lost, Devin," I told him, waving the corn in my hand. "But getting
fitted with a pussy stretcher won't be nearly as bad as you think...... Come
on, let's go." I gave him a light tug under his left arm."

"I'm not gonna do this," he mumbled, shaking his head.

"Of course you will," I replied. "You agreed to it."

"I didn't agree to nothin!" he spoke more loudly. "I'm NOT gonna do this! Get
your hands off me!"

"I LIKE to put my hands on you!" I yelled back at him. Then I reached down and
grabbed the shaft of his cock and lifted him there, while still lifting up on
his arm. That seemed to do the job and Sheila helped by sliding his chair
away.

Devin reacted quickly by ramming me with his shoulder while still yelling, "I
TOLD YOU!! I'm not gonna DO THIS!!!!"

Sheila then swatted his butt hard with her hand and that seemed to catch him
by surprise. She and Patti now got behind him and held his arms while I picked
up the corn again. This time I grabbed his earlobe and lead him away like a
schoolteacher dealing with a naughty boy.

"NOOOOOOOOO!!!!! I'M NOT DOING THISSSSSSSSSS!!!" he screamed.

"Oh, shut up, Devin," Patti chastised him. "You sound like a woman."

Although he kicked and fought us very hard, we were able to force him down the
short hallway past the bathroom door and into my bedroom. I let go of him for
a second so I could gather my pillows and plump them up together in the exact
center of the bed. Then we pushed him onto the bed so that his tummy was on
top of the pillows, his head and knees were down on the mattress, and his butt
stuck up in the air near the foot of the bed.

Sheila held him down to make sure he wasn't going anywhere while I applied
some petroleum jelly to the half-ear of corn. Patti went to move the camera
and tripod back here to the bedroom.

"AAGGGGHHHH! I'M NOT GONNA LET YOU DO THIS." he continued to scream.

"It's for your own good," I told him, as I placed the cob up against his
little butthole.

"NOOO!!!"

He tried to struggle away and he wiggled his rump around so much that my
girlfriends had to strain to hold him down and spread his ass cheeks for me. I
pressed the object forward."

"AAAGGGHH! IT'S NOT WORKING. I TOLD YOU IT WOULDN'T GO IN!!!

"It WILL go in, Devin." I said. "You just need to relax your muscles." Then I
pushed it even harder.

"OOOHHHHHHHH!!! YOU'RE KILLIN' ME! I'M TELLING YOU IT CAN'T GO IN LIKE THIS!!"

"Do you want us to help convince him, Kimmie?" Sheila asked.

I hesitated. "Um...... no..... why don't you both just let go of him for a
second. I'll talk to him."

I put the cob down on a towel and then sat next to Devin on the bed. "Look at
me," I told him. He turned his head slightly left and gazed at me at a
sideways angle. "Devin, the only thing that isn't working here is your
attitude. I want you to stop fighting with me," I coaxed him. "Tonight,
whether you like it or not, your pussy belongs to ME."

"Wohhhhhhh!" Sheila called out. "Kimmie's starting to get assertive."

And Patti noted, "Look under him now too. Devin's just like Pinnoccio, the
puppet.... who every time he told a lie his nose would get longer? Well, Devin
can't hide his emotions either. Every time he's embarrassed sexually, his
penis gets longer."

I rubbed my right hand gently across his shoulder to comfort him. He was still
handcuffed behind his back. "Devin, this shouldn't be so difficult. I'm only
using half an ear, not a whole one like you used on me.

"But..... but...." he stammered.

"Come on, Devin," I continued, stroking the back of his head, "Just accept the
fact that this is going to happen to you..... and try to relax. Right now,
there's nothing else you have to do..... and there's no place else you have to
go. I want you to turn 'cant' into 'can'."

"You're allowed to cry, Devin," Patti said smugly. "And none of us will think
the less of you. We know you have a virgin pussy."

"Kimmie," Sheila broke in, "I think it would help if we ask him to do some
deep breathing exercises that pregnant ladies use when they're trying to
deliver. Start breathing like this, Devin..... ah-he, ah-he, ah-he, ah-
hooooooooooooooo..... with a real deep breath on the fourth one. Come on,
Devin, start."

He curled his lips in a strained facial expression, but other than that, did
nothing. "Look, Devin," I said, "If you prefer to have the girls hold you down
and spread your cheeks so I can ram this cob up your cunt with a sledge
hammer, I'll be happy to oblige......although I'm not sure you would want it
done that way......but if you don't start co-operating, I certainly
will....... Okay, I'm putting some extra lube onto this corn now so it should
slide in pretty easy. Are you breathing correctly yet?"

Finally, I heard Devin sigh deeply, "hooooooooooo."

Again, I pressed the tip of the cob against his anus, and then patted his
rump. "Come on, do it correctly like the way Sheila told you."

"Aah-he, ah-he, ah-he, ah-hooooooooooooooo....."

"Good boy," I said, while inserting the first part of the cob into his rectum.

"Oh.....OH! It hurts!" he yelped.

"Oh, but it hurts good," I replied, still pressing on. "Keep breathing,
Devin."

"Ah-he, ah-he, ah-he, ah-hooooooooooooooo........ AH! It's stretching too
much!"

I pushed even harder, trying to get this job done. "Just think about what your
mother had to go through when she had you, Devin..... This isn't so bad."

"AHHHH!!! OH....ohh...ohh....it really hurts now.....please..... take it out."

Patti slapped her thigh and started giggling, "See, I told you Devin sounded
like woman...... and she mocked, 'oh please, darling, take it out now, you're
hurting me so...."

I then spoke to Devin in a low, raspy, sexy sounding voice, "We're almost done
now, sweetness."

"His face just turned a bright red," Sheila observed.

"It should..... That's what he always called ME."

With a bit more effort, and despite the grimace on Devin's face, I was able
the slide the corn deep into his rectum until it finally disappeared. The
other girls clapped their hands and cheered, 'Yeaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh!'. Then I
patted him on his rear and said, "You were a very good boy, Devin. I'm proud
of you. Now all we need is a butt plug so it doesn't slide out and you'll be
all set."

Devin was unaware how well prepared we were for the evening's activities. I
had purchased a strap-on butt plug from a local adult store. It had a short
plug which now was easy to insert in his asshole directly behind the corn. The
thin straps kind of resembled a man's jockstrap going around his waist and
groin only without a pouch in front. They buckled like regular belts in the
front and on the sides till it fit snugly, keeping the plug in place.

We then helped him up to his knees, stood him up, and then asked him to turn
and sit back down on the edge of the bed. He did so very gingerly, but could
not bring himself to look up at us.

"Do you feel fulfilled now?" Sheila asked him.

"Yeh, Devin," Patti taunted him. "Do you feel like a real woman now?"

"There's no need to keep brooding about it," I told him. "What's done is
done."

Patti added, "Don't you just love seeing little boys when they're about to
cry? They look so helpless and pathetic with their little frowns."

"Are you happy with your pussy stretcher?" Sheila inquired.

But Devin only looked away.

"I asked you a question, Devin." she said sternly.

"Yes, okay?" he mumbled. "I'm happy."

"So what do say when somebody gives you something?" She demanded.

Devin looked away again. "Stop making me say it every time."

"Kimmie, do you still have any corn left?" Sheila asked me.

"I think there's maybe one."

"A full ear?"

"Yes, I think so."

"Good, don't go away, Devin," she said, turning to walk out of the bedroom.

I looked back at him again. "Devin, why can't you just humor Sheila instead of
getting her mad all the time. That's not a very good idea."

"Okay, MY TURN!" Sheila called out upon re-entering the room with another
'tool'. "Get on your tummy again, Devin..... Now that you've been broken in
with a half-ear, just think how good this big one's going to feel when I ram
it up your little poop shoot."

I'm sure Devin was really angry, but he nonetheless conceded the argument
quickly.

"OKAY, ALREADY..... I'LL SAY IT..... THANK YOU!!.....OKAY?!"

Sheila shook her head. "I didn't detect much sincerity in your appreciation,
Devin. Whom are you thanking? And to what are you giving thanks for?"

He looked back at me and grit his teeth. "Thank you for giving...."

"DEVIN!!" Sheila hollered again. "You sound like 'nah nah nah nah nah'.....
Now do it right and do it with a smile!"

I could see him breathing very hard now.... and seething with anger. But
somehow he managed to strain into a smile and speak more slowly this time.
"Thank you for giving me the pussy stretcher, Kimmie."

"Oh your quite welcome, dear," I replied. "You certainly earned it."

"So what can we do now?" Patti asked.

"Well," I said, "Would anyone like to play another game?"

Hmm..... I guess my last line must have triggered one of Devin's hot buttons.
He quickly sprang up off the bed and ran down the hall back to the living
room.

"Doesn't seem like Devin wants to play, does it?" Patti noted.

"Just sit," I told her. "I'll get him."

I casually strolled to the front of my apartment and saw Devin standing on a
small footstool by the front door. He turned himself backwards and released
the chain with his fingers. Then he flipped open the main door lock and tried
to jiggle the handle.

"Why won't this door OPEN?!" he cursed.

I leaned against the wall and folded my arms across my chest. "Because,
Devin....... I added new double lock last week, remember? You need a key to
open it on either side."

Though I'm not sure why, he looked at me with big puppy dog eyes and said,
"Can I have the key?"

"What for? So I could send you out in your present condition......all naked,
handcuffed, and plugged up? Devin, that could be dangerous. What if you were
to chance upon some wild women who might see an opportunity to take advantage
of your vulnerable state? I'd be worried sick about you."

He stepped off the footstool and approached me. "Kimmie, can I talk to you
like 'normal' for a second."

"You can always talk to me, Devin..... You know that."

"Okay, look....... I realize this is 'Pick on Devin' night..... and I'm not
going to pretend that I didn't have it coming to me, okay? You really nailed
me big time with this pussy stretcher thing. You got even.....very
even.....and I surrender and I think we can let it go at that, okay? I really
and truly don't want to play any more games."

"But I don't understand, Devin. Everyone seems to be having a good time
tonight except you."

"Well, maybe it's because I'm the only one getting things stuffed into my
butt!"

"You know, Devin..... I think what you need to do is to try developing more of
your sense of humor. You take everything too seriously. Don't be so sensitive
all the time. Maybe if you could learn to laugh off these little things, then
maybe you wouldn't let them get you so upset."

"Kimmie!!!!" came Sheila's call from the bedroom. "We're waiting! Do I hear
you actually trying to argue with a male? What did I tell you about the proper
way to argue with a male? You smack his balls enough times till he listens! Do
I have to come out there and show you?"

I took hold of Devin's cock and nudged him in the direction of the bedroom.
"Come on," I said softly. "I warned you about not getting Sheila mad at you."

"But when can I leave?!" he pleaded.

"When you stop acting like a sourpuss."

We returned to the bedroom where Devin's re-entry sparked more remarks from my
friends. I think he was pretty embarrassed to be led back in by his penis.

"Welcome back," Sheila spoke first. "Maybe we need to get you a baby- sitter,
Devin. That was very rude of you to run out on us like that...... And Kimmie,
will you close the door behind you this time? What's his problem anyway?"

"He thinks we're picking on him," I answered.

"Of course we're picking on you," she shot back. "But we only pick on guys we
like. You should be flattered, Devin."

"You were very naughty," Patti scolded, shaking a finger next to his nose.
"But I have to admit that it was really cute watching the way your cock
jiggles when you run." Then she reached down, curling her finger, and gave
Devin a 'cootchy coo' tickle on ridge of his cock."

"Stop it," he blurted automatically while backing up.

"Oh, Stop it! Stop it!" she mocked him with her tongue hanging out.

"Come on, Patti, that's enough," I said. "Let's all sit on the carpet now and
play the next game..... and you don't have to worry, Devin. It's just a word
game...... Okay? Now everyone just sit together here in a circle and cross
your legs Indian style, like a pretzel..... Come on, Devin, you too. Here, let
me help you squat."

Patti giggled again at my poor choice of words. "Yeh..... SQUAT, Devin."

"Okay now," I continued. "I'm going to grab a pencil and paper and write down
all your answers. This is like that TV game show where you have to guess the
responses on a survey of a hundred people. So whoever can guess the more
popular responses gets more points. Are we ready to start? Devin, is this okay
with you? I mean, you don't mind sitting here with us and playing along, do
you?"

"I'm thrilled," he answered, looking somewhat perturbed. "What the hell am I
supposed to say?"

"Oh, he's fine," Patti grumbled. "His cock is soft. He's not even embarrassed
anymore."

I flipped through a pack of three by five cards. "Okay then, here we go......
Question one..... Name the worst thing you can think of ..... that you could
do to a hot-dog.

"What do you mean, like the way you cook it?" Patti asked.

"I guess so. It doesn't say. Devin, do you want to go first?"

"Boil it."

"Oh, good answer, good answer," we all chimed in.

"It's nice to see you participating," I added. "Sheila? Patti?"

"Broiled."

"Barbecued on a grill and accidentally dropped in the ashes."

"Okay, Patti...... I'll say......microwave....... and let's see, the survey
said.......yes, boil it. Hey, great job, Devin! Okay, you earn 100 points.

"Boy, you're really good at this Devin," Sheila commented. "Amazing."

"Okay," I went on, selecting a new card. "Now, question two...... Name the
worst thing you can think of..... that you could do to a penis."

Out of the corner of my eye, I caught Devin with another of his classic blank
stares.

"Hmmmm," Patti contemplated, motioning with her hands. "Now are we talking
here specifically about Devin's penis, or just penises in general?"

"Just in general," I answered. "Devin, would you like to go first?"

He shook his head and mumbled, "No, I think we should try a different
category. This can't be a real question."

I showed him the printed card.

"Okay, I'll go first," Sheila broke in. "This category sounds appealing. How
about if we try a rat trap with a heavy duty snapping bar. I'd be curious to
see if we could snap it off in one try."

"That's a good idea," Patti commented. "But I think you'd need to have a pussy
as bait, or at least a picture of one..... hmm.... I think I'd like to try a
lit cigarette, tip to tip. That would get his attention..... What about you,
Kimmie?"

"Yellow jackets."

"Huh?"

"Well, this is something that Devin and I had talked about once before. I'd
like to put live yellowjacket bees in a jar and shake them up to get them, you
know, like real mad...... Then I'd unscrew the lid and place the jar over his
cock."

"Wow!" Patti exclaimed. "That's sounds REALLY exciting!"

"Okay, Devin," I said, looking to my left. "Your turn now."

He was starting to look very concerned. "Um....I don't like the direction this
game is heading in," he said glumly. You're talking like you're really gonna
do these things. Can I please get dressed now?"

I put my hand on his knee and leaned against him. "C'mon Devin, you have to
play," I answered. "You don't want Sheila to give you that great big pussy
stretcher, do you? Now I told you, there's nothing to worry about. I promise
that I would never do anything to hurt you. It's just a word game. You did
great on the first question. Now c'mon, this should be easy for you...... Name
the worst thing you can do to a penis."

"Deprive it of sex," he responded coyly.

"That's cute, Devin," I retorted. "But no one's laughing. We need an answer
here before you start to really tick off some of the other participants."

He sighed and tightened his lips. "All right...... Hit it with your hand."

As he said that, I noticed him bring his knees together in protection of his
crotch.

"Hmmm....Not very imaginative," I commented. "But I guess it'll have to do for
now..... Any others, girls?"

"I've got one," said Patti. "I've always wanted to see this, where a guy is
about to get on an elevator and then he realizes it's going up instead of
down.... so he tries to back away but there are too many people pushing behind
him..... and the door closes right on his cock and rips it off, taking it up
to the ladies lingerie section while the rest of him is still stuck in the
hardware department."

I noted, "That would be very embarrassing, as well as painful. Any others,
Sheila?"

"Well, medically speaking, I think what I'd do is take a glass examination rod
and insert it into the hole in the tip and then slide the rod up his shaft as
far as it would go."

"Ooo, sounds nasty...."

"I'm not finished, Kimmie...... Then I would grab his shaft with both hands
and bend it enough times so that the glass gets crushed internally...... Oh,
sorry to make you wince, Devin. I hope the subject matter isn't too
uncomfortable for you. But if you don't like that idea, then perhaps we could
finish by gluing the little hole shut and then making the victim drink a
gallon of water...... Kimmie, it's your turn again."

"Well, I liked to put his cock through a hole in the wall and clamp the head
down so he couldn't pull it back out..... but I'd let him hold a hand ax too."

"Why?" Patti asked. "Do you think he'd chop off his own cock to get free?"

"Eventually, I suppose...... But to speed up the process, I'd pour honey on
the tip of his cock and then release a box of South American army ants......
Hey, what are you guys laughing at?"

"Kimmie!" Patti chortled. "You are so cruel. Couldn't we just try some direct
application techniques to keep it simple...... like maybe like wrapping his
cock in a string of firecrackers and setting it off? Or better yet, just fry
it with a blow torch. Then we could watch his cock melt right off his
body..... That would be interesting to see. Although I think sulfuric acid
could do the same thing."

"Okay, well maybe instead of my ants, we could just take turns playing darts
with him stuck through the wall. But the points would have to be kept really
sharp...... No, wait a second..... How about if we try a weed chomper with the
nylon string whirring in a circle?

Patti concurred. "Good idea..... but Devin would have to... um ... I mean the
guy would have an erection for that so we could chop it off inch by inch."

Sheila shook her head. "No, no, doing it quick would spoil the mood and let
the male off too easy. You have to do it slow to really enjoy it. In medieval
Europe they used a device called a French cradle where the guy would be
handcuffed behind his back just like Devin is now. Then he would be tied with
ropes around his chest..... and then his whole body would be lifted up on a
rope and then slowly lowered down onto a spike, which usually would be
piercing his crotch."

"But wouldn't that kill him?" Patti asked.

"Not for a while.....actually, they could keep raising and lowering the guy
for hours, impaling him just a little at a time."

I nodded my head saying, "Well I guess in those days, they had to find
something for entertainment since there wasn't any TV around." Then I glanced
to my left. "Devin, why are you perspiring? It's not that warm in here.....
and you're not even wearing anything."

"I'd like to see how they'd do in the wild west days," said Patti. "Like,
instead of hanging a bad guy with a rope around his neck, they would tie it
around his cock and balls...... and then slowly pull him up around a tree
limb.....and then he'd be dangling there screaming in agony for so long.
You're probably right, Sheila..... Slower is better."

"Devin?.....Do you have any others you'd like to add?" I asked.

He briefly shook his head 'no' without looking up.

"So what were the answers to the survey?" Patti inquired.

"Well......I think we're going to find out very soon," I answered. "Sheila,
can you help me pick up Devin and lay him down gently on the bed now? He's
going to help us answer the survey."

"What do you mean?" Patti said, as she watched us lift Devin up from under his
arms.

"Yeh, what do you mean?" the man repeated nervously.

"That's it, gently down now," I continued. Here's a pillow for your head,
Devin..... and if you could arch your back just a little bit, then your wrists
will still feel comfortable underneath you."

He started breathing faster.... and talking louder. "Kimmie, I don't LIKE
this! Tell me what your doing..... I don't like the tone of your voice!"

"Okay, Sheila, now help me spread his legs apart and then we'll tie them down
at the corners of the bed."

"It's your party," she said, obliging my request.

"NO!! LET GO OF ME!!!" Devin screamed, while thrashing his legs about.

I put my hands on my hips. "Oh, stop it, Devin," I lectured. "You're acting
like a big baby again." But with Patti's help, we were able to grab him and
pin him down by sitting on his legs. Then Sheila used some handy rope I just
happened to have in a drawer to tie his ankles so that the lower half of his
body remained spread-eagled on the bed."

"KIMMIE, NO!!!" he hollered. "What do you want to do to me?!! NO!!! DON'T DO
THIS!!!"

I moved close to him and gently caressed the side of his face. "Don't do it?"
I answered. "We were going to give you a million dollars, that's all......
Well, actually, Devin, the survey hasn't really been taken yet, so we want you
to be the very first man to answer it..... as honestly as possible, anyway."

Devin swallowed hard and his voice began to crack as he looked up at me. "You
said this was just going to be a word game, Kimmie."

"Oh, it is," I replied. "But remember that the name of the category is 'The
worst thing you can do to a penis'. And just your luck, you're the only one
around here who's got one. So after going through the tests we're about to
give you....... we want to hear about it in your OWN words."

Sheila turned her head. "Uh oh, time to break out another box of fresh
tissues. Looks like the male is going to cry again."

And he almost was..... His words were barely a whimper now. "But you promised
you would never do anything to hurt me."

I nodded back. "Yes, that's right dear...... but Sheila never promised......
and Patti never promised. And anyway, if I should happen to do something
that's hurts you, then just say so and I'll stop, okay?"

Devin's lower lip began to vibrate.....and he uttered, "Ohhhhh,
shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiittttt."

CHAPTER 6

I took a scissors and cut out my page so that each suggestion was on it's own
slip of paper. Then I folded them up and dropped them into a hat. "Okay," I
said, "Now to be fair to Devin, each person will get to select just one event
by drawing from the hat. Then he can answer the survey."

"FAIR?!! What the hell is FAIR?!!" Devin cried out.

"Patti, do you want to go first?"

"Sure..... let me reach in and mix 'em up real good first......da-da....da-
da.... hmmmmm..... okay, I pick...... this one."

Patti presented me with the slip which I promptly unfolded and read aloud.
"Oh, looks like you got off easy, Devin. Here's your first test....... This
was one of mine...... 'Place the tip of a lit cigarette into the little hole
at the tip of his penis.'

"NOOOOOOOO!!!" Devin shouted in protest.

"Do you have any cigarettes with you?" I asked him.

"NOOO!!"

"Oh, that's right..... I forgot, you were concerned about your health."

"Kimmie, please...... Right now I'm VERY concerned about my health. I know I'm
not in a very good position to ask for favors, but do you think we could just
talk this over, first?"

"I've got one," Sheila volunteered, producing a cigarette from her medical
kit.

"A doctor who smokes?" I said, a bit puzzled.

"No," she explained. "I just bummed it off one of my dead patients...... Oh,
and here's a match."

I took them and commented, "You have such a sweet bedside manner, Sheila.....
I can just imagine. Your office must be a place where elephants go to die."

"Why don't you just go operate on your own patient," she snapped back,
pointing me toward the bed.

I hopped up onto the mattress and straddled Devin, facing him with my knees
next to his ribs. I sat on his tummy lightly so as not to hurt the handcuffed
wrists under his back. Then I lit up and took my first puff. "This is
backwards, isn't it?" I noted. "Shouldn't we be smoking AFTER the sex?"

Perspiration dripped from Devin's forehead. "Kimmie, please..... Tell me
you're just joking about doing this to me..... right?" His words, spoken
quickly, began running together. "C'mon really, Kimmie, I never did anything
to hurt you like this, c'mon just give me a break on this..... please?.....
Kimmie?"

I took another puff and blew a smoke ring into Devin's face. Then I surprised
him when I grabbed firmly onto the pectoral muscles of his chest with both
hands. "I'm not sure if I've ever made my true feelings known to you, Devin,"
I said. "But I think your tits...... are VERY nice."

His eyes opened up and he swallowed, trying to come up with a response. "Well,
certainly I appreciate your compliment, Kimmie," he murmured, showing obvious
signs of stress. "And I think it would be to everyone's benefit if the rest of
me were also allowed to remain in a reasonable working order..... wouldn't you
agree?" He tried to smile.

"Hmmph..... that's debatable," I replied smugly. Then I reversed my position
so that I now straddled his tummy while facing his legs. His cock was in my
view directly below. I reached and took hold of it directly under the head and
stretched the whole thing upward. Devin was beginning to learn the meaning of
fear.

"NO KIMMIE!!! NO KIMMIE!!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

I felt quite exhilarated by his cries of anguish. So this is what it's all
about for guys......power..... who's got it and who doesn't. I'm sorry I have
to admit that I liked having this power.

"OH GOD!! PLEASE NO, KIMMIE!!! DON'T DO THIS!!! OH SHIT!!! NO!!!"

I could feel his entire body trembling underneath me. His ankles tugged
mightily against the ropes that bound him..... but to no avail. And with great
sense of duty, I then pressed the cigarette hard into the little hole at tip
of his penis. ---ttssssssssssssssssss--

"AAGGGHHHHH!!!......AAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH

Devin's body seemingly writhed in agony as the three of us just sat back and
laughed.

I turned my head around to look at him as I got off his tummy. I clapped my
hands once, and it was really hard to speak through all my giggling. "Devin, I
just can't believe how gullible you are. I only touched your cock with the
filter end..... and I made the hissing noise myself." Then I daintily pointed
his cock back in his viewing direction. "See.... your pee- pee's good as new."

He glanced briefly at his member and then closed his eyes as his head fell
freely back onto the pillow.

"Sheila, you want to pick next?" I asked.

She shuffled the bits of paper around in the hat and drew out the next entry,
adding, "This should be good."

"Okay, what have we got here?" I unfolded the paper, but I had to ask Devin a
question before I could read it. "Uh, darling, do you happen to know if that
hardware store on our corner stays open Saturday night?"

He turned his head back to note the time on my clock radio.... then exhaled in
relief. "Gee, I'm really sorry about this Kimmie, but they closed at eight
today."

"Darn," I replied. "So we can't do this one from Patti that says 'melt his
cock off with a blow torch? I thought a patti-melt was a hamburger."

"That still counts, doesn't it?" he asked eagerly.

"Sorry, Devin..... According to the official rules that I just made up, Sheila
gets to pick again...... C'mon, Sheila. Pull out another one...... da-da, da-
da, da-da..... Okay, thanks. Oh, this one is one of your own. 'Insert glass
exam rod all the way up penis and crush internally. I hope you brought it with
you."

Devin looked at Sheila and shook his back and forth frantically.

The lady doctor shrugged. "It's in my office. Can we go there and do it?"

"Just forget it," I groaned. "Pick another one....... da-da, da-da...... Okay,
this one is yours too. It says 'Set up snapping-bar rat trap and place under
penis.'

"Sorry again, Kimmie. My dead patients don't carry those."

"All right, but I think we can make a substitution here. I have one of those
little mouse traps that the hardware store sells."

I retrieved the object from my broom closet and showed it to my friends. But
Patti wasn't too impressed. "It's not very big," she scoffed. What if it can't
chop his cock completely off?

As a demonstration, I pulled the spring bar back and released it near her
face. ---SNAP!--- It made Patti jump back and I then replied, "Well, that's
what we'll just have to find out, huh? It didn't do the last mouse any good,
though. His snout looked pretty gross. You should'a seen it....."

Patti held up a hand and turned her face away and cringed. "Don't elaborate..
Just go do Devin now."

I slowly changed direction and sat once again on the bed next to Devin. Then I
pulled the bar back part way, being careful not to pinch my fingers, and
released it several times. Each time, it got closer to his nose and I asked,
"Are you ready for this test Devin?" ---SNAP!--- SNAP!--- SNAP!--- .

"Um....No?" his voice trembled.

"There's really nothing to worry about, Devin," Sheila gloated. "I'm sure this
is covered by your health insurance."

He was looking pretty nervous and I reminded him, "Don't be misled by how easy
you got off with the burning cigarette. We just didn't want to use you all up
with the first test. The mouse trap has a real hair trigger on it. So you're
going to have to try to keep your cock very small if you don't want it to get
chopped off."

"Small?" he asked hesitantly.

I took out another 'toy' from my night stand and explained, "I think it would
be best if I covered your eyes with this blindfold, Devin..... There, now just
try to relax. I'm just afraid that watching this ordeal would elevate your
stress levels and we don't want you to have a heart attack. It would spoil all
our fun...... Can you tell what I'm doing to you now?"

"Um......no?"

"This is the easy part. I'm just using some masking tape to attach a wooden
ruler to the base of your penis. You can just rest it on the ruler. Now, I'll
tape the mouse trap to the ruler and set the spring back for a 'quick kill' if
anything should happen to touch the bait bar.......

"Uh...... is it all right if I leave now?"

"There, you're all set now, Devin, so pay attention to what I'm telling you.
There's exactly a three inch gap between the head of your penis and the bait
bar. No one is going to put your cock in the trap. This is an exercise in self
control. So all you have to do is suppress your sexual urges for five minutes
and you pass the test, simple enough. But if these urges you have become too
powerful for you to control...... Well, I think you can understand why this
would be about the worst time to get an erection."

"I've had a few bad ones tonight," he replied, as his body still trembled in
fear.

Sheila noted, "Well maybe you shouldn't be playing such dangerous games."

"Thank you for the advice, doctor."

"Tell me Devin," I began speaking in a soothing tone. "Does it feel good when
I do..... .......this?......

I stooped near the edge of the bed. Then my hands glided gently across his
leg, starting from his knee and moving slowly up his inner thigh. Then I let
my left hand rub smooth even circles around his tummy while my right hand
continued up and down his thigh.

"P-please, Kimmie," he stammered "I don't think this is the right time."

"But doesn't it feel good?" I repeated, this time straddling him again with my
knees next to his ribs. I was careful to keep my but raised in the air so as
not to lower it near his groin. I bent forward and blew little puffs of air
over his chest. Then I began to flick my tongue delicately around his lower
ribs...... and apply little smooches as I went along."

His body strained avoid me, but we both knew he wasn't going anywhere. I'm
sure the blindfold added to the excitement. "Yes, it feels good," he admitted.
"But could we please stop, now?"

"Uh oh," Patti exhaled. "It looks like something awful and terrible is
happening to you, Devin...... between your legs. Kimmie, maybe you should
stop..... This could get really gross to look at."

"Don't wimp out on me now, Patti," I warned her. Then I began massaging
Devin's chest with my lower palms. "Such firm, yet supple breasts," I
commented. "I want your body, Devin."

"You've got to control yourself, Devin!" Patti called out. ":There's only and
inch and half of space left."

"I'm trying!" his voice shook.

"Give it up, Devin," I said. "Cocks don't lie. This is really turning you on,
isn't it? And you thought you owned your cock all by yourself, huh? Well you
don't. I do..... and you're just my boy toy whom I can do with as I please.
You know, a lot of guys are just as sensitive on their nipples as women
are.....So why don't I just suck on yours for a while and find out."

"Ahh! Kimmie, no.... please!

"You've got to fight it, Devin!" Patti yelled. "There's only an inch to go!
Stop it, Kimmie, this is wrong!"

"How could it be wrong," I cooed lovingly to Devin, "when it feels so right?"

The man's body trembled horribly. "Enough, Kimmie...... I'm begging you,
please!"

"I love to hear you beg, darling..... Now will you embrace me?" I leaned
forward and wrapped my hands around his head. Then I brought our lips together
and devoured him.

Patti started jumping around near bed. "STOP IT!!!" she cried. "This isn't
funny anymore. He's just a half inch from the bar!!"

I ended our kiss abruptly, but my lips continued to work their way up the side
of his neck as his emotions spilled over into panic.

"No, no, no no no no no no no no no no no! ! ! ! !"

Then I darted my tongue in and about his ear and I licked him wildly.

"OH! NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO! ! ! ! ! ! !"

"LOOK OUT, DEVIN!!!!!!!!!!"

----------SS NN AA PP !!!!!!! -------

"AAAAAGGGGGHHH AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGHHH!!!!!!!!
Aaaaaaaaagggghhh..................uuugghhh.........uh."

(I removed Devin's blindfold and crawled off of him, but the three of us girls
were laughing so hysterically, that we couldn't speak for several
minutes.....)

"Did I do good?" Patti asked me when she finally calmed down.

"Yeh, let's show him," I replied. "You see, Devin? We never taped the trap to
the ruler. Patti was holding it the whole time and she just pulled the bar and
snapped it herself at the end.......What's wrong? You look funny, Devin. What
are you feeling now ...... relief? ....anger?..... frustration?"

"But you don't have to answer that," Sheila told him. "Because nobody here
actually gives a shit."

"I do," I argued with her. "Devin's my friend."

"With friends like you, why would he need an enema?"

"Be quiet, Sheila. He's doing good..... and he's half way through the test
now."

"OH SHIT!!!" Devin shouted, lifting his head off the pillow. "HALF?!! I can't
STAND this anymore!! C'mon..... Lemmee go already."

"Not till I get a turn picking," I replied to him. Then I put my hand in the
hat and swished around the remaining entries. "Hmmm...... okay...... This
one's with the department store elevator. Sorry about that. Our townhouse here
doesn't have any elevators. Can you hold the hat, Patti? Da-dum, da-dum......
okay..... Wow! This one I really liked..... where you pour honey on his cock
and release a box of army ants. What do you think of that one, Devin?"

Our 'prisoner of love' took a deep breath and sighed, "I could pass on that."

"Well, lucky for you," I replied, "I'm fresh out of South American army ants.
Let's pick one more. Da-dum, da-dum.......hummm..... Oh, here's another one of
my own. Shake up a jar of yellow jacket hornets and then pull off the lid and
turn the jar upside down over his cock. Would you care to pass on that one,
too?"

"Yes," he answered sullenly.

"Oh?" I said. "But how do you know I'm not fresh out of yellow jackets?." I
then went to my closet and pulled down a brown bag off the top shelf. From the
bag, I pulled out an old pickle jar and showed it's contents to Devin and my
other friends."

Devin's eyes opened as wide as saucers. "SHIT!!!" he exclaimed. "OH FUCK!!!
Kimmie, you gotta be kidding me! Those things are REAL!!!"

Patti grinned. "Woh boy, I'm sticking around for THIS show."

"I was just sort of out running around with by butterfly net today,
Devin...... and I found me two little buddies. Do you like 'em?"

He pleaded nervously, "Kimmie, on the first two tests, you were kidding me.
You're just kidding me now aren't you?"

"You can think what you want, Devin. But I'm just kind of surprised that you
would be suffering from a such a memory lapse after only two weeks. YOU were
the one who said you were going to put yellow jackets on top of my boobs!"

Sheila folded her arms and stepped forward. "Is this true, Devin?" she asked
sternly.

The pace of his breathing picked up. "Well, yes.... uh.... I mean NO!......
C'mon, Kimmie, I was only joking and you know it! I didn't have any bees. I
swear, I would never have done that to you!"

"Yeh, right", I scoffed, waving a hand at him. "Like you never did ANYTHING to
me. Like you never even raped me."

Devin swallowed hard upon hearing this accusation and turned his head away
mumbling, "It was consentual."

"That does it!" I snapped back. Then I turned my back to him and faced Patti.
I'm sure he could hear the sound of the cap twisting open. But I held the cap
against the mouth of the jar, and when turned around again, I saw the look of
horror in his eyes as he watched me shake the two bees up and down inside.

Devin moved his head back and forth in silent pleading..... and I asked him,
"You know what's nice about yellow jackets? They don't lose their stinger
right away like regular bees. Oh yeah, they can sting over and over again....
even hundreds of times. What do you think of THAT?"

The terror he must have felt inside made it difficult for him to speak now.
But he managed to get out a few words as his entire body trembled. "Oh god,
Kimmie!.....Please, no!.... Don't do this to me! It's not fair!"

"It's not supposed to be," I replied. But it'll be fun watching your scrotum
swell up to the size of a basketball."

"Remember, Kimmie," Sheila advised, "When a male says 'no', he really means
'yes'. "

With that, I shook the jar near to his face and stated coldly, "Playtime's
over.........Loverboy." And as quickly as I could, I removed the lid and
flipped the jar upside down over his cock.

"WWWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHAAAAAAAGHGH GHGHGH!!!!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGHGHGHG!!!! AAAAGHHH!!!!! AAAAGGHHHH!!!

It was fortunate, we were at the end of the building and no one could hear his
screams (just as they couldn't hear mine the last two weeks). I continued to
hold the jar down over his cock as his entire body pulled violently against
his restraints.

"NNNAAAAAGHHHHH!!!!!!!! GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGHHHHGGGG!!!!"

"Do you have any earplugs?" Patti asked me.

Devin's weird facial contortions were beginning to scare even me. His eyes
practically bulged out of their sockets. Maybe he WOULD have a heart attack.

Sheila then rushed over and turned his right shoulder upward so she could grab
hold of his wrist. "Better stop now, Kimmie!" she tried to yell over his
screams. "His pulse is over 200 beats per minute!"

I smiled, and followed the doctor's orders, removing the jar sideways. Then I
reached in and pulled out one of the bees and brought it in front of Devin's
face. His head jerked back and he yelled one more time before I had a chance
to explain. "See, you were right all along, Devin. Surprise! We WERE kidding
you. These are just fuzzy bees from the office supply store.......the kind
that kids like to stick on the end of their pencil. You should have paid
closer attention when I turned my back to you and switched pickle jars with
Patti."

"What a scaredy cat," Patti criticized.

For the first time in a long while, Devin's anger resurfaced as he appeared to
strongly resent the way we were toying with him.

"Oooooooooooo......YOU!.....YOU!......." he spit out words, while grinding his
teeth together."

"Now let's not overreact," I advised him. "This was all just in fun, you
know."

"GOD DAMN FUCKIN BITCH!!!" He yelled at me, lurching his body upward. "TAKE
THESE FUCKIN HANDCUFFS OFF!!! I'M SICK OF YOUR STUPID SHIT GAMES!!!"

I clasped his cheeks between my thumb and fingers. Then I squeezed them
together to form his mouth into a 'fish face' so he couldn't talk. "What did I
tell you about using naughty words, Mister?" I reached my hand back and Sheila
passed me the bar of soap which I then re-inserted into Devins mouth. "And
besides," I told him, "You still have one more turn coming, and it's your
pick."

The whites of his eyes bulged out. "Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmphhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!"

"So since your sitting up now, you can draw the last entry from my hat behind
your back."

"HHHHMMMPPHHH!!!"

"He's a slow learner," Sheila huffed. "Just make him eat the whole thing."

Devin gave her a dirty look but I guess it motivated him to co-operate now. He
stuck his hands into the hat and drew out the last selection. For this, I let
go of his face and allowed him to spit out the soap.

"Ughhh!!! BLEHHHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhhhhh."

"WeLLLLLLLL," I drawled, reading the slip of paper, "It looks like you may
come out of this game still whole. The last entry says to hit the penis with
your hand..... That was your own suggestion, wasn't it?"

"Oh, can I do this one, Kimmie? Please?" Patti begged.

"NO! Uh Uh...." Devin answered for me, shaking his head.

I kneeled on the bed in the gap between Devin's legs...... and began fondling
his semi-rigged member. "Really Patti," I said, "Can't you see that he prefers
a gentle touch?"

When Devin's cock responded to my massage, I pointed him upward while holding
on to the base with my left thumb and forefinger. He didn't seem to mind. In
fact, he relaxed now.

"Uh, so when this part's done, Kimmie," he said, "uh , like maybe there's a
chance that you might really consider allowing me to get dressed and leave?
Uh, I'm not trying to be rude or anything but......"

------ WAAAAAAAAACK!!!!!!!! ------

"OHHHHH!!" his breath sputtered. "OH ...... SHITTTT!!! Ohhhhhhhhhh FUCK!!! ..
His face displayed a horrible grimace.and he yelled, "GOD DAMMIT, KIMMIE!!!
THAT HURTS!!!"

"Hmm..." I replied, surveying the damage. "Isn't that the same thing you said
when I spanked you? Well, I supposed you are getting kind of a nasty little
red welt on the ridge of your cock, there."

Devin raised his head up to see what it looked like.... then dropped himself
back on the pillow. "Shit! It STILL hurts!! Why did you HIT me so hard? I
thought all these tests were supposed to be just 'kidding around'."

Sheila lost her patience again. "Oh shut up, Devin! I don't know what the hell
you're complaining about. It was you OWN idea. Here let me look at you......
Uh huh, all that Kimmie gave you was a little strawberry mark.... a little
penile hemorrhaging, that's all. You'll either die within the next ten minutes
or it'll go away in a couple days.... either way, there's no point in rushing
off to the emergency room ."

"But it hurts..... "

I scoffed at him, "Well it can't hurt much more than the time you slapped my
pussy real hard."

"Oh?" Sheila said, raising an eyebrow. "Is this true, Devin? Did you slap
Kimmie on her vagina?"

He swallowed hard, not wanting to answer. "Well...... a little.....But I
didn't hit her as hard as she hit me...."

Sheila's expression grew cross as she approached Devin. "Why would you hit a
woman on her vagina?" she demanded.

Devin seemed nervous. "I don't know," his voice cracked. "I guess I was just
trying to get her attention."

"Oh, I see...... Couldn't you have tried maybe sending flowers?" she lectured
back. "Well now that Kimmie's gotten YOUR attention, maybe Patti and I should
take turns getting your attention too!"

"NO!!" he pleaded. "Kimmie, I'm sorry..... I don't know why I did that. I'm
sorry."

"You didn't answer the survey," Patti broke in. "So can you tell us now,
Devin.....what's the worst thing that you can do to a penis?"

The poor man sighed, "I guess from my own experience I would have to say
hitting it with your hand...... So is that it?..... Can I go now?"

"You know, Kimmie," Patti continued, "With that boo-boo on his cock, it
doesn't look so cute anymore."

Sheila answered before me, "Well what if we shave him? That would cute'n him
up."

"I think maybe we should shave his whole body," I said, looking him over. "It
would make him look like a little boy again." Still kneeling on the bed, I
gently cupped his balls in my right hand and borrowed one of his own lines.
"And I really like young flesh, Devin."

"Can't I go now, please?" he repeated.

I shook my head. "Not yet."

"Why NOT?!" he demanded.

Patti giggled and touched his chin. "Because we thoroughly enjoy abusing you!"

That got Sheila and me chuckling a little too as Devin bent his lips into a
frown. "Well, HELL! " his voice started loudly and then quickly trailed off
......"Why should my life be any different now?"

When we heard that, it made us pause. The three of us just looked around and
stared at each other. We slowly closed in on him and I asked softly, "Did we
just open an old wound, Devin?"

Next: how it all ends.... NEIGHBORLY NIGHTMARE – PART 4 - EMASCULATION