rickyotk
08-12-2015, 10:16 PM
Jesse was happy when Logan hit on her the next day at first period math. Peter and Ryan had done their job and spread the word the Amazon blond had given the guys a wild ride they would never forget -- they weren't exactly lying! And Logan was the next dumb dude to take the bait.
"You gonna whack me off?" Logan asked her rudely as he stood beside her chair before the start of class, his crotch a tempting target right in front of her intense blue eyes. She stood up and faced him -- actually she was a full head taller than him -- and pierced him with a sexy stare that ****** him to take a step back.
"Meet me in the back shack behind Horticulture class," she whispered to Logan and brushed the front of his jeans with the back of her hand. Instant boner! And she had already thought about what she was going to do to Logan based on the fact that he always wore tight, tight jeans that made his boyhood bulge beyond belief. Now a thick dick outlined against the teen's thigh made him sit down abruptly and cover his crotch with a calculus book.
"First break," she purred and pressed down hard on his protective cover, ******* a low moan from the mini-man. She bent forward in front of him so her ample mounds rolled from side to side right in front of his reddening face as her rear waggled with her short school skirt now stretched up to her arched hips. "Be there."
"MMMMMmmmmmmmm," Logan nodded.
He raced up past the north field the minute second period let out and dashed past the horticulture class to the remote shack behind the last building. Jesse sat on a potting table with her legs kicking back and forth as she rested back on her arms, sticking out her twin peaks. Her skirt was hiked up and powerful thighs were spread with just a teasing triangle of tartan tucked in front of her twat.
"You showed up," she whispered coyly, jumping off the table and coming toward him.
"Heh... heh..." his eyes were pegged on her pair of perfect pillows. He reached up to her white blouse. "Let's start by unbuttoning those."
She paused in front of him and held her arms up in the air. "Help yourself!"
Logan nervously licked his lips, incredulous that he was finally going to get to see a bare pair of knockers. His tight crotch was showing a rock hard crank pointing down his thigh. He reached forward and slowly unbuttoned the eight pearl-white togs and pulled the blouse apart to reveal the taut pink lace bra tight against the teenager's ample tits. Logan stood frozen, hypnotized by the girl's beautiful breasts.
"Now it's your turn," Jesse mused, playfully rolling her shoulders. "Hands up, Logan."
His arms went up with a big grin on his face. She took the bottom of his t-shirt and slowly peeled it up and over his head. He lowered his arms so she could pull off his shirt completely. But she had other plans. Before he could react, she had the shirt twisted tight around his wrists, keeping his arms immobile and his hands from moving down to protect his balls.
"What the fuck, Jesse?" he asked with a confused look.
"Remember what Jake did to me with that ruler when you and your buddies held me down?" Jesse's voice was no longer soft and seductive. Now it was as sharp as the intense blue eyes that glared angrily through the shocks of wavy blond hair.
Courtney stepped out from behind a block of pottery and the brunette teen clamped onto the makeshift handcuffs in place of Jesse. Tammy and Kami rushed out from behind a tall screen and moved behind the bound boy. Logan's eyes widened in horror as he realized what was going on.
"That was Jake!" Logan protested.
"Yeahhhhhhh," Jesse buttoned up her blouse as her gaze was directed at the tight denim bulge between his legs. "We'll talk about Jake sometime soon. Meanwhile, we have plans for you."
"Plans?" Logan whimpered and he looked down in despair as Tammy and Kami each knelt down, took an ankle, and spread the lad's legs wide apart.
"Big plans," Jesse smiled, taking a step back. "Starting with this!"
The bare, thick kneebone nailed the gamin's nads with a solid smack that produced a high-pitched squeal. Logan's knees went limp and he slumped to the ground, his wrists still wrapped together tightly by his t-shirt and held high in the air by Courtney. As the weakened whelp whimpered, Jesse took a rope and intertwined his wrists with his shirt to make hard and fast manacles. The rope was thrown over a hook on an overhead beam that usually held hanging plants and Logan was hauled up high with the hyacinths.
"Those pants are so fucking tight," Jesse planted her hand right between his legs and he gasped, "I wonder how you even sit down without seriously squeezing your own balls. Maybe you like it?"
"No... no... please... " Logan's head hung limply, eyes looking down worriedly at his protruding package. Jesse's grip squeezed just slightly. "Oh!" he said weakly. She squeezed harder. "Ohhhhhhhh!"
"Please," Jesse gave a wink to her friends as they stood around and giggled. "I'm not even doing it hard. THIS is hard."
Jesse's grip became a tight fist. "AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH" Logan twisted on his rope and his legs kicked out spasmodically. Tammy and Kami kept his legs apart so he couldn't kick his tormentor. Jesse continued the excruciating pressure and give a painful twist. "YYYYYAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!" After a full minute of making the suspended squirt squeal and squirm, Jesse stepped back and Logan gasped for breath.
"No..... more.... begging... you... can't... take... no... more..."
But Jesse wasn't paying attention. She was rummaging through a pile of junk behind her.
"You guys used a ruler on me," Jesse said aloud as she produced a thick wooden slat that was used for fencing. She swung it through the air like a baseball bat and it made a wicked whoosh. Logan's eyes went wide and his mouth dropped open. "And I believe you used it on me right.... " she gently tapped the end of the makeshift paddle on the outline where his peach pits visibly pressed against the tight denim, "... there."
"Oh fuck!" Logan tried to work his hands free, but could not defeat Jesse's handiwork. The blond twins put iron grips on his ankles and spread them wide. Courtney smiled as she started up her iPhone video. "You can't. You can't. You CAN'T."
"Why can't I Logan?"
Jesse lined up her approach and made some slow motion swings to ensure direct hits.
"'Cause it's really gonna hurt!"
Jesse mugged to the camera. "Wow. You're really not helping your case, here."
The dangling dude tried to kick his legs free, but to no avail. Jesse took a solid bead on his jellybeans, held Logan's left shoulder with one hand, arched her other arm back high over her head, and the wood whistled wildly through the air and walloped the whelp's walnuts with a loud WHAP!!!
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIYYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEE," Logan screamed and his entire body tried to double up as white lightening exploded in his groin and shot up his spine directly to his brain. But Tammy and Kami's grip on his ankles made it clear his crotch was going to remain wide open.
WHAP!!!
"YYYYAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH" Another strike to the stud's spuds resulted in an even higher scream.
WHAP!!!
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH" the slat slammed into the lad's lemons with satisfying impact.
Jesse stepped back and let Logan hang limply, sobbing and snotting and blubbering that he couldn't take any more.
"Oh Logan," Jesse stretched her weapon over her head, "you are going to take so much more. This is warm up. Let's lose those skinny jeans, shall we?"
Logan had no fight in him as Tammy unbuckled his belt, unsnapped his front and pulled down the zipper. The pants were so tight, Kami had to struggle to peel the denim down and off the dangling legs. As she was slowly making progress, she said "Damn Logan! How do you get this things on in the morning? With vaseline?"
When the jeans dropped and came off with his shoes, the four girls all began laughing at the same time. Logan was wearing bright orange briefs with turqoise camo.
"Wow," Courtney was panning with her iPhone, "I think my baby brother has a pair of these."
"We'll need those," Jesse said as she slid long red fingernails down the front of his underpants and slowly pulled down. "You scream like Courtney's baby brother and we don't want to bring a crowd up here."
The underwear went down and Logan's face went bright red as Courtney recorded his boner bouncing up like a big bratwurst.
"Whooo," Courtney celebrated. "You definitely have something worth bragging about Logan." She roughly tapped the teen's totem pole a few times with the end of the heavy slat and he gasped with each pop to his popsicle stick.
"Open wide," Jesse taunted him, holding his undies in front of his face. He shook his head no, and she grabbed his bare grapes and tightened her grip.
"AAAHHHHHHHH," Logan's mouth went wide and in went the camo briefs. "MMMPPHHHPPMMMPPPP" His belt went around his personal gag and was tightened around the back of his head.
"Time for some serious payback," Jesse put her hand on his shoulder again, wielding the wood in her other hand before his horrified eyes.
The twins has his legs spread again, his bare balls were completely exposed, and Jesse gave a nod to Courtney to begin the video again.
WHAP!!! WHAP!!! WHAP!!! WHAP!!! WHAP!!!
The slat slammed over and over again into the stripling's nude nutsack with a sound onslaught of full-swing swats. The teen thrashed about and screamed noiselessly into his balled up fruit-of-the-looms.
WHAP!!! WHAP!!! WHAP!!! WHAP!!! WHAP!!!
The spasms became even more violent and the hollering even more high pitched as the painful paddling of his pecans steadily progressed.
WHAP!!! WHAP!!! WHAP!!! WHAP!!! WHAP!!!
WHAP!!! WHAP!!! WHAP!!! WHAP!!! WHAP!!!
WHAP!!! WHAP!!! WHAP!!! WHAP!!! WHAP!!!
WHAP!!! WHAP!!! WHAP!!! WHAP!!! WHAP!!!
And as the slat landed relentlessly on Logan's loquats over and over again, the lad's fight drained out of him and he just dangled limply with weak, whimpy squeaks escaping through the makeshift gag with each wallop. Finally, Jesse paused and took two steps back. She was pleased to see Logan's berries were swollen and bright red.
Taking the wooden slat with both hands, she delivered the final dashes to the dude's dates with an uppercut swing that lifted Logan entire body up a few inches with each powerful thwack.
WHAP!!! WHAP!!! WHAP!!! WHAP!!! WHAP!!!
And then they stepped away and removed his gag. A faint whine came out of Logan's mouth and he could not even lift his head. They dropped the rope and he collapsed onto the ground, curled up and sobbing. The four girls smoked cigarettes and reviewed the video with laughs and observations as they waited for the slobbering stud on the floor to start moving again. His hands were still bound and his balls were still bright red.
"So Logan," Jesse said as he finally lifted his head. "Have you noticed where you are?"
"Horticulture?" Logan weakly whispered.
"And what area of the horticulture area?" Jesse make a sweep of her hand at the desert plants around her. The other girls giggled.
Logan looked fearfully around him as the reality set in. He was surrounded by scores and scores of cactus plants of every variety imaginable.
"Get up," Jesse ordered.
"Nooooooooooo...." Logan whined and curled up into a tighter ball.
Jesse stood up, put on a thick leather glove, and picked up a large, flat cactus studded with hundreds of small, pointy cactus spikes.
"I said GET UP!" and the paddle swung through the air and planted dozens of painful pinpricks flat across the bully's butt. Logan's limp body was instantly energized with an electric shock and he leapt up with a howl. His hands automatically tried to move to his rear, but they were still bound in front of him.
"Now," Jesse grabbed both of his shoulders and steered the wobbly boy backwards, "it's time for you to sit down."
Logan looked behind him and freaked out. He tried to scramble away, but Tammy and Kami kept him from escaping. Courtney panned the video. Right behind Logan was a large cactus in the shape of a wide seat cushion covered completely with bright white needles pointing up in symmetrical circles.
"I can't," Logan stammered.
"You better," Jesse threatened. "Or do you want to get another round with the jumbo ruler on your nutsack?"
Logan resignedly bent down and slowly lowered his tender tail closer and closer to the painful pad. But with the first prick, he jumped up straight with a yelp.
"SIT DOWN," Jesse yelled and held the wooden slat up in front of his face.
Whimpering, Logan tried again and as his hind end hovered over the cactus hump, he gathered up enough courage to push down hard. But as his rear exploded in pain, he involuntarily leapt up again with a yowl.
"I caaaaaaan't," Logan blubbered. "I can't I can't I can't...."
Jesse lost patience and delivered a two-handed cricket shot with the wicked stick right up between the tween's wicket. Wood cracked against walnuts and Logan bent forward with a wail. And then Jesse pushed hard on his shoulders.
The boy lost his balance on his heels and his butt went down hard. Logan gasped from the shock of realizing what just happened for a full second before he finally felt the full force of the scores of spikey spines stuck into his seat. Jesse held his arms firmly in front of him. And then his butt went nuclear.
"WWWWHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!"
Tammy and Kami each lifted an ankle up off the ground and the dude's derriere was driven even deeper onto the painful cactus cushion.
"YYYEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!"
The girls had to hold onto his flailing limbs as Logan's torso twisted wildly from the pain and involuntarily ground his round rump harder and harder onto the briar's needles.
"AAAAAYYYYYYEEEEEEAAAAAYYYYYYEEEEEEAAAAAAAA!!!!"
After minutes of hollering, thrashing, begging and blubbering, he finally settled down to to the point that he was staying perfectly still and simply wincing. Courtney took the rope still tied to his twisted t-shirt that locked his wrists together and looped it overhead again, pulling his arms up above his head.
"What a wuss," Jesse shook her head. "That was the easy part. Now comes the real stuff."
The tall teenage tormentor put a leather glove on her slim right hand and dipped it into a large barrel. Her hand came up with dozens of ping-pong sized balls covered with white wisps.
"They're called sticky balls," Jesse said, shaking her hand over the table. Each ball had thousands of tiny needles that clung to the leather glove. She had to take a stick and scrape them onto the table about 10 feet from where Logan sat.
"Oh shit," Logan whimpered.
Jesse rummaged in her backpack and pulled out a mean looking metal slingshot with a framed brace that slipped over her slender left forearm and a thick rubber grip that guided the shot with perfect aim. A leather pouch dangled from a pair of thick black rubber bands. Jesse gripped the slingshot firmly and dropped a cactus ball into the leather pouch.
"Oh fuck," Logan whined as Tammy and Kami pulled his legs even farther apart.
Courtney started the video again and nodded to Jesse with glee in her eyes. Logon's Lincoln log was pointing straight up and his peach pits were positioned dangerously close to the slender spikes that were sticking into the stripling's seat. Jesse lined up her shot and carefully held the sides of the leather pouch as she pulled back... back... back... and released.
The white cactus ball shot through the air like it was on a rope and hit smack into the center of Logan's smooth sack.
"Yeow!!!" Logan yipped and involuntarily jounced up and down on his pin cushion, which brought out an even louder yowl.
Jesse reloaded and released another shot which fired a cactus ball right into the runt's radishes and stuck painfully hard next to the first one.
"AWWWWW FUUUUUCCCKKKKK!!!!" Logan had to fight to control himself and not drive himself deeper onto the cactus seat.
Jesse was quick to reload and fired a third missile hard into the dude's dates right on the other side of the first one. The sticky balls were sticking painfully to his pecan pouch and the thousands of miniature needles were delivering a serious bite.
"Ah! Ah! Ah!" Logan struggled to not move on his precarious perch, but the intense sting between his legs increased exponentially as Jesse let fly a furious flurry of fuzzy cacti. Sometimes they went too high and hit Logan's lollipop. Sometimes they went wide and crashed into the tender part of the spread thighs. But soon Logan looked down at his crotch and could seen nothing but cactus. The constant sobbing was accented by high squeals with each strike from the slingshot.
"Okay Logan," Jesse finally stopped and and indicated for Tammy and Kami to release his legs. "You can stand up now."
Whimpering, Logan lifted his butt off the cactus cushion, but the nasty needle points broke off, firmly embedded in the stud's seat, and the boy's buns were covered with prickly pins. All the sticky cactus balls stayed stuck hard in his groin with a steady sting. His hands remained tied above his head and Kami pulled the rope taut.
Jesse held up the small camo briefs and the super tight jeans in front of Logan's frightened face.
"Time for you to get dressed and get back to class."
"Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck," Logan's eyes started tearing up as he looked at the large cactus patch that had collected in his crotch. "You can't be serious."
"Oh, I'm not serious," Jesse carefully slipped the underwear over the kid's ankles. "This is all fun... right girls?"
Tammy and Kami giggled as they each took a hold of the back waistband and pulled it wide while Jesse used both hands to pull out the front of the underwear as far as it could stretch. Courtney gave a thumbs up and moved in for the close-up. The briefs rose as the girls carefully kept the fabric pulled wide and able to envelope all the sticky balls stuck to Logan's softballs without touching them.
"One..." Jesse sang out.
"Pleeeeeasssseeee." Logan whined.
"Two..."
"Oh fuuuuuuuuuuuccccckkkkkkkk."
"THREE!"
The three girls released at the same time and the tight briefs snapped sharply in place. Logan hollered as his front was completely lit up. His hips twisted wildly as if they could shake out the stinging mounds that were massed against his mini manhood. His backside exploded in pain as if he had sat down on the cactus seat again.
Jesse walked back to the barrel with both gloves on and scooped up more cactus balls.
"Pull down the back for a minute," Jesse said mischievously, and as the twins complied, she shoved a handful right between his legs and packed it up against the back of his scrotum and into his tender perineum. Logan's legs started bicycling wildly as an entire new sensitive area got lit up by the little needles. His beef stick stuck up well above the top of the front waistband of his briefs.
"Ahhh Ahhh Ahhh Ahhh Ahhh Ahhh Ahhh Ahhh" the whelp whinnied.
"Do you want to pack some in the back?" Tammy asked still holding out the rear of the undies with Kami.
"No," Jesse said thoughtfully "We don't want to give him any padding when he sits down on this!" and she slapped both cheeks with her leather gloved palms, sending the suspended sapling screaming as his southern mounds erupted in a million pinpricks. "But I have an idea. Pull the back down and put on these gloves..."
The twins complied and followed directions as Jessie picked up a solid sized, nasty looking cactus ball. Logan desperately tried to look over his shoulder to see what they were doing but he could only see their conspiring looks of glee.
"Focus on his face," Jesse directed Courtney with the video.
And Logan suddenly felt two hands grip his prickly buns and push hard against the spikey spines as his cheeks were spread. His hollering was both from the pain in his derriere and from the realization of what Jesse was about to do. With two gloved fingers, she carefully planted the cactus ball directly against the runt's O-ring and pushed it hard in place before stepping back, letting the twins release his buns, pull his underpants up, and then deliver the ultimate wedgie. Logan screamed loudly, and then even louder when Jesse packed the last of the cactus balls into the front of the stretched fabric and nested them hard and tight around the hard cock. Jesse yanked up the front of his briefs in a twisting melvin and Logan's non-stop yowling hit awkward notes they had never heard before.
"And now it's time to get these back on," Jesse held up the skin-tight jeans.
Logan's blubbering was only interrupted by squeaks and squeals as the girls had to jounce the junior's bottom up and down several times as they yanked his jeans up... up... up... and finally buttoned, zipped, and belted the constrictive denim.
"YYYYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH," Logan felt like a million angry bees had landed in his levis and were letting him have it full blast in the lower deck. His midrift wildly gyrated involuntarily with his arms still tied up above his head, which intensified the deep sting exponentially -- and ****** even more magnificently amusing moves for the girls to video.
"Oh," Jesse cooed, "I almost forgot." She slowly unzipped the jeans.
"No.... more... begging... you... no... more..." Logan weakly whispered.
"But I promised to whack you off," Jesse left the top buttoned and held up the thick wooden slat.
"Oh... my... fucking... GGGAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!"
Jesse's gloved fingers, still covered with thousands of miniature needles, dug into the front flap of Logan's underwear, and roughly began to work the fledging's frankfurter through the layer of cactus balls until it stuck out at an angle through the front of his jeans. Then she clamped the gloved hand around the sensitive shaft and Logan squealed. Jesse held up the thick makeshift paddle high in the air.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!" Logan shouted in disbelief.
Wood slammed down hard on the tip of the waif's woody with a WHAP!!!
"AAAYYYYIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!" Logan's mushroom top felt like it was on fire.
WHAP!!! WHAP!!! WHAP!!! WHAP!!! WHAP!!!
"AHH!!! AHH!!! AHH!!! AHH!!! AHH!!! AHH!!!"
Each delivery of hard dogwood on the touchy tip of the dude's dick sent his entire body twisting in agony which only worsened the wild sting up and down his joystick as Jesse's prickly glove kept it fixed fast with an iron grip.
"Silly me," Jesse paused and giggled into the camera. "I forgot... it's actually on the other side."
Jesse roughly twisted the dick 180 degrees and tapped the flat of the slat against the stretch of sex sensors on the underside of Logan's licorice stick as he simpered pleas to stop.
"I'll stop," Jesse cocked the club up in the air, "as soon as you squirt."
And the whacking began. Each wallop on the whelp's woody produced a teeth-clenched squeal and it took over two dozen whaps --- quickly creating an angry red weal raised on his weiner -- before the boy's entire body convulsed and pumped powerful shots out into the cactus patch... all caught by Courtney on video.
"Now unless you want this all posted on the school website," Jesse smiled as she stuffed his sausage back inside it's painful pouch, "you'll be doing exactly what I say."
Logan could only moan.
"And we'll take care of Jake soon, but I think there was one more of you morons who was holding me down that day."
"MMMMMmmmmmmmmmmmmnnnnnnggggghhhhhhhhh," Logan responded.
"Bobby," Jesse helped him out. "Make sure that little shit thinks that coming over to my house after school tomorrow is a good idea. Got it?"
Logan weakly nodded. And his body was barely able to protest as they finally released his hands, put his shirt back on, and pointed him towards the schoolyard. Jesse let the blond twins escort Logan, gripping his arms and ******* him to walk forward. It was clear that each step was excruciating. They walked him through the crowded gym field and into the packed lunch court as he whimpered and winced without pause. In the middle of the lunch court, Jesse moved in front of him and held up a bare hand.
"Let's see how well this works out for you," Jesse said to Logan's pleading eyes.
Her hand swung up into his crotch, ending in a crushing grip. Logan squealed like a six year old and dropped to his knees in tears. Everyone around him started laughing their asses off as Logan had to carefully rise back up to his feet without causing any worse pain in his pants. The twins took his arms to walk him to his next class, and Jesse sent him off with a hard swat to the butt which brought a high-pitched yelp from Logan and an even louder laugh from his classmates.
Logan entered the history class and stared mournfully at his chair.
"Sit down," Jesse said. The teen looked terrified. "You've got 45 minutes of American Manifest Dynasty, Logan. SIT DOWN!!!"
Her sharp voice ****** him to slam his seat down in his chair and he had to restrain himself to keep his scream muffled behind tight lips. Jesse and Courtney and Tammy and Kami each took seats immediately around him to make sure he stayed in place. And for Logan, it was an excruciatingly long fourth period as he desperately tried to prevent his butt from moving and causing a new round of pain in his rear. But the prickly patch in his y-front ****** him to continually wriggle and squirm and most of the class was spent with his eyes closed and his face scrunched up and little whimpers escaping from his lips.
The history teacher asked him several times if he was okay and Logan gave a resigned nod and a weak "I'm fine." So the girls nearly fell off their chairs in laughter when the teacher picked on Logan to walk to the front of the class and write the study paragraph on the chalkboard before going back to his chair and unhappily planting his buns back down on the solid wood.
Then came lunch and the girls kept tight guard duty to make sure Logan had to stand in the long line with them, getting his frank and beans and jello cup, and then join them in the center table. He tried to act normal as everyone around was watching him eat with the girls, wondering what was up with Logan and how he was able to sit with four of the sexiest looking girls in school. Jesse sat opposite him and he nearly spit his food back up when she planted a foot hard in his groin and began viciously massaging the tight crotch. All he could do was grip the lunch tray with white knuckles and bear through the waves of pain between his legs.
After lunch, they marched Logan up to his next class which was gym. But they had to leave him after pushing him into the locker room and heard later that he sat motionless, fully dressed in front of his locker while everyone else changed into gym clothes. He refused to speak to anyone and just staring straight ahead until everyone left for attendance count in the gym. Then he disappeared for the day with no explanation.
Jesse and her friends reviewed the video back at her house after school and talked about what they were going to do to Bobby the next day.
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"You gonna whack me off?" Logan asked her rudely as he stood beside her chair before the start of class, his crotch a tempting target right in front of her intense blue eyes. She stood up and faced him -- actually she was a full head taller than him -- and pierced him with a sexy stare that ****** him to take a step back.
"Meet me in the back shack behind Horticulture class," she whispered to Logan and brushed the front of his jeans with the back of her hand. Instant boner! And she had already thought about what she was going to do to Logan based on the fact that he always wore tight, tight jeans that made his boyhood bulge beyond belief. Now a thick dick outlined against the teen's thigh made him sit down abruptly and cover his crotch with a calculus book.
"First break," she purred and pressed down hard on his protective cover, ******* a low moan from the mini-man. She bent forward in front of him so her ample mounds rolled from side to side right in front of his reddening face as her rear waggled with her short school skirt now stretched up to her arched hips. "Be there."
"MMMMMmmmmmmmm," Logan nodded.
He raced up past the north field the minute second period let out and dashed past the horticulture class to the remote shack behind the last building. Jesse sat on a potting table with her legs kicking back and forth as she rested back on her arms, sticking out her twin peaks. Her skirt was hiked up and powerful thighs were spread with just a teasing triangle of tartan tucked in front of her twat.
"You showed up," she whispered coyly, jumping off the table and coming toward him.
"Heh... heh..." his eyes were pegged on her pair of perfect pillows. He reached up to her white blouse. "Let's start by unbuttoning those."
She paused in front of him and held her arms up in the air. "Help yourself!"
Logan nervously licked his lips, incredulous that he was finally going to get to see a bare pair of knockers. His tight crotch was showing a rock hard crank pointing down his thigh. He reached forward and slowly unbuttoned the eight pearl-white togs and pulled the blouse apart to reveal the taut pink lace bra tight against the teenager's ample tits. Logan stood frozen, hypnotized by the girl's beautiful breasts.
"Now it's your turn," Jesse mused, playfully rolling her shoulders. "Hands up, Logan."
His arms went up with a big grin on his face. She took the bottom of his t-shirt and slowly peeled it up and over his head. He lowered his arms so she could pull off his shirt completely. But she had other plans. Before he could react, she had the shirt twisted tight around his wrists, keeping his arms immobile and his hands from moving down to protect his balls.
"What the fuck, Jesse?" he asked with a confused look.
"Remember what Jake did to me with that ruler when you and your buddies held me down?" Jesse's voice was no longer soft and seductive. Now it was as sharp as the intense blue eyes that glared angrily through the shocks of wavy blond hair.
Courtney stepped out from behind a block of pottery and the brunette teen clamped onto the makeshift handcuffs in place of Jesse. Tammy and Kami rushed out from behind a tall screen and moved behind the bound boy. Logan's eyes widened in horror as he realized what was going on.
"That was Jake!" Logan protested.
"Yeahhhhhhh," Jesse buttoned up her blouse as her gaze was directed at the tight denim bulge between his legs. "We'll talk about Jake sometime soon. Meanwhile, we have plans for you."
"Plans?" Logan whimpered and he looked down in despair as Tammy and Kami each knelt down, took an ankle, and spread the lad's legs wide apart.
"Big plans," Jesse smiled, taking a step back. "Starting with this!"
The bare, thick kneebone nailed the gamin's nads with a solid smack that produced a high-pitched squeal. Logan's knees went limp and he slumped to the ground, his wrists still wrapped together tightly by his t-shirt and held high in the air by Courtney. As the weakened whelp whimpered, Jesse took a rope and intertwined his wrists with his shirt to make hard and fast manacles. The rope was thrown over a hook on an overhead beam that usually held hanging plants and Logan was hauled up high with the hyacinths.
"Those pants are so fucking tight," Jesse planted her hand right between his legs and he gasped, "I wonder how you even sit down without seriously squeezing your own balls. Maybe you like it?"
"No... no... please... " Logan's head hung limply, eyes looking down worriedly at his protruding package. Jesse's grip squeezed just slightly. "Oh!" he said weakly. She squeezed harder. "Ohhhhhhhh!"
"Please," Jesse gave a wink to her friends as they stood around and giggled. "I'm not even doing it hard. THIS is hard."
Jesse's grip became a tight fist. "AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH" Logan twisted on his rope and his legs kicked out spasmodically. Tammy and Kami kept his legs apart so he couldn't kick his tormentor. Jesse continued the excruciating pressure and give a painful twist. "YYYYYAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!" After a full minute of making the suspended squirt squeal and squirm, Jesse stepped back and Logan gasped for breath.
"No..... more.... begging... you... can't... take... no... more..."
But Jesse wasn't paying attention. She was rummaging through a pile of junk behind her.
"You guys used a ruler on me," Jesse said aloud as she produced a thick wooden slat that was used for fencing. She swung it through the air like a baseball bat and it made a wicked whoosh. Logan's eyes went wide and his mouth dropped open. "And I believe you used it on me right.... " she gently tapped the end of the makeshift paddle on the outline where his peach pits visibly pressed against the tight denim, "... there."
"Oh fuck!" Logan tried to work his hands free, but could not defeat Jesse's handiwork. The blond twins put iron grips on his ankles and spread them wide. Courtney smiled as she started up her iPhone video. "You can't. You can't. You CAN'T."
"Why can't I Logan?"
Jesse lined up her approach and made some slow motion swings to ensure direct hits.
"'Cause it's really gonna hurt!"
Jesse mugged to the camera. "Wow. You're really not helping your case, here."
The dangling dude tried to kick his legs free, but to no avail. Jesse took a solid bead on his jellybeans, held Logan's left shoulder with one hand, arched her other arm back high over her head, and the wood whistled wildly through the air and walloped the whelp's walnuts with a loud WHAP!!!
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIYYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEE," Logan screamed and his entire body tried to double up as white lightening exploded in his groin and shot up his spine directly to his brain. But Tammy and Kami's grip on his ankles made it clear his crotch was going to remain wide open.
WHAP!!!
"YYYYAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH" Another strike to the stud's spuds resulted in an even higher scream.
WHAP!!!
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH" the slat slammed into the lad's lemons with satisfying impact.
Jesse stepped back and let Logan hang limply, sobbing and snotting and blubbering that he couldn't take any more.
"Oh Logan," Jesse stretched her weapon over her head, "you are going to take so much more. This is warm up. Let's lose those skinny jeans, shall we?"
Logan had no fight in him as Tammy unbuckled his belt, unsnapped his front and pulled down the zipper. The pants were so tight, Kami had to struggle to peel the denim down and off the dangling legs. As she was slowly making progress, she said "Damn Logan! How do you get this things on in the morning? With vaseline?"
When the jeans dropped and came off with his shoes, the four girls all began laughing at the same time. Logan was wearing bright orange briefs with turqoise camo.
"Wow," Courtney was panning with her iPhone, "I think my baby brother has a pair of these."
"We'll need those," Jesse said as she slid long red fingernails down the front of his underpants and slowly pulled down. "You scream like Courtney's baby brother and we don't want to bring a crowd up here."
The underwear went down and Logan's face went bright red as Courtney recorded his boner bouncing up like a big bratwurst.
"Whooo," Courtney celebrated. "You definitely have something worth bragging about Logan." She roughly tapped the teen's totem pole a few times with the end of the heavy slat and he gasped with each pop to his popsicle stick.
"Open wide," Jesse taunted him, holding his undies in front of his face. He shook his head no, and she grabbed his bare grapes and tightened her grip.
"AAAHHHHHHHH," Logan's mouth went wide and in went the camo briefs. "MMMPPHHHPPMMMPPPP" His belt went around his personal gag and was tightened around the back of his head.
"Time for some serious payback," Jesse put her hand on his shoulder again, wielding the wood in her other hand before his horrified eyes.
The twins has his legs spread again, his bare balls were completely exposed, and Jesse gave a nod to Courtney to begin the video again.
WHAP!!! WHAP!!! WHAP!!! WHAP!!! WHAP!!!
The slat slammed over and over again into the stripling's nude nutsack with a sound onslaught of full-swing swats. The teen thrashed about and screamed noiselessly into his balled up fruit-of-the-looms.
WHAP!!! WHAP!!! WHAP!!! WHAP!!! WHAP!!!
The spasms became even more violent and the hollering even more high pitched as the painful paddling of his pecans steadily progressed.
WHAP!!! WHAP!!! WHAP!!! WHAP!!! WHAP!!!
WHAP!!! WHAP!!! WHAP!!! WHAP!!! WHAP!!!
WHAP!!! WHAP!!! WHAP!!! WHAP!!! WHAP!!!
WHAP!!! WHAP!!! WHAP!!! WHAP!!! WHAP!!!
And as the slat landed relentlessly on Logan's loquats over and over again, the lad's fight drained out of him and he just dangled limply with weak, whimpy squeaks escaping through the makeshift gag with each wallop. Finally, Jesse paused and took two steps back. She was pleased to see Logan's berries were swollen and bright red.
Taking the wooden slat with both hands, she delivered the final dashes to the dude's dates with an uppercut swing that lifted Logan entire body up a few inches with each powerful thwack.
WHAP!!! WHAP!!! WHAP!!! WHAP!!! WHAP!!!
And then they stepped away and removed his gag. A faint whine came out of Logan's mouth and he could not even lift his head. They dropped the rope and he collapsed onto the ground, curled up and sobbing. The four girls smoked cigarettes and reviewed the video with laughs and observations as they waited for the slobbering stud on the floor to start moving again. His hands were still bound and his balls were still bright red.
"So Logan," Jesse said as he finally lifted his head. "Have you noticed where you are?"
"Horticulture?" Logan weakly whispered.
"And what area of the horticulture area?" Jesse make a sweep of her hand at the desert plants around her. The other girls giggled.
Logan looked fearfully around him as the reality set in. He was surrounded by scores and scores of cactus plants of every variety imaginable.
"Get up," Jesse ordered.
"Nooooooooooo...." Logan whined and curled up into a tighter ball.
Jesse stood up, put on a thick leather glove, and picked up a large, flat cactus studded with hundreds of small, pointy cactus spikes.
"I said GET UP!" and the paddle swung through the air and planted dozens of painful pinpricks flat across the bully's butt. Logan's limp body was instantly energized with an electric shock and he leapt up with a howl. His hands automatically tried to move to his rear, but they were still bound in front of him.
"Now," Jesse grabbed both of his shoulders and steered the wobbly boy backwards, "it's time for you to sit down."
Logan looked behind him and freaked out. He tried to scramble away, but Tammy and Kami kept him from escaping. Courtney panned the video. Right behind Logan was a large cactus in the shape of a wide seat cushion covered completely with bright white needles pointing up in symmetrical circles.
"I can't," Logan stammered.
"You better," Jesse threatened. "Or do you want to get another round with the jumbo ruler on your nutsack?"
Logan resignedly bent down and slowly lowered his tender tail closer and closer to the painful pad. But with the first prick, he jumped up straight with a yelp.
"SIT DOWN," Jesse yelled and held the wooden slat up in front of his face.
Whimpering, Logan tried again and as his hind end hovered over the cactus hump, he gathered up enough courage to push down hard. But as his rear exploded in pain, he involuntarily leapt up again with a yowl.
"I caaaaaaan't," Logan blubbered. "I can't I can't I can't...."
Jesse lost patience and delivered a two-handed cricket shot with the wicked stick right up between the tween's wicket. Wood cracked against walnuts and Logan bent forward with a wail. And then Jesse pushed hard on his shoulders.
The boy lost his balance on his heels and his butt went down hard. Logan gasped from the shock of realizing what just happened for a full second before he finally felt the full force of the scores of spikey spines stuck into his seat. Jesse held his arms firmly in front of him. And then his butt went nuclear.
"WWWWHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!"
Tammy and Kami each lifted an ankle up off the ground and the dude's derriere was driven even deeper onto the painful cactus cushion.
"YYYEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!"
The girls had to hold onto his flailing limbs as Logan's torso twisted wildly from the pain and involuntarily ground his round rump harder and harder onto the briar's needles.
"AAAAAYYYYYYEEEEEEAAAAAYYYYYYEEEEEEAAAAAAAA!!!!"
After minutes of hollering, thrashing, begging and blubbering, he finally settled down to to the point that he was staying perfectly still and simply wincing. Courtney took the rope still tied to his twisted t-shirt that locked his wrists together and looped it overhead again, pulling his arms up above his head.
"What a wuss," Jesse shook her head. "That was the easy part. Now comes the real stuff."
The tall teenage tormentor put a leather glove on her slim right hand and dipped it into a large barrel. Her hand came up with dozens of ping-pong sized balls covered with white wisps.
"They're called sticky balls," Jesse said, shaking her hand over the table. Each ball had thousands of tiny needles that clung to the leather glove. She had to take a stick and scrape them onto the table about 10 feet from where Logan sat.
"Oh shit," Logan whimpered.
Jesse rummaged in her backpack and pulled out a mean looking metal slingshot with a framed brace that slipped over her slender left forearm and a thick rubber grip that guided the shot with perfect aim. A leather pouch dangled from a pair of thick black rubber bands. Jesse gripped the slingshot firmly and dropped a cactus ball into the leather pouch.
"Oh fuck," Logan whined as Tammy and Kami pulled his legs even farther apart.
Courtney started the video again and nodded to Jesse with glee in her eyes. Logon's Lincoln log was pointing straight up and his peach pits were positioned dangerously close to the slender spikes that were sticking into the stripling's seat. Jesse lined up her shot and carefully held the sides of the leather pouch as she pulled back... back... back... and released.
The white cactus ball shot through the air like it was on a rope and hit smack into the center of Logan's smooth sack.
"Yeow!!!" Logan yipped and involuntarily jounced up and down on his pin cushion, which brought out an even louder yowl.
Jesse reloaded and released another shot which fired a cactus ball right into the runt's radishes and stuck painfully hard next to the first one.
"AWWWWW FUUUUUCCCKKKKK!!!!" Logan had to fight to control himself and not drive himself deeper onto the cactus seat.
Jesse was quick to reload and fired a third missile hard into the dude's dates right on the other side of the first one. The sticky balls were sticking painfully to his pecan pouch and the thousands of miniature needles were delivering a serious bite.
"Ah! Ah! Ah!" Logan struggled to not move on his precarious perch, but the intense sting between his legs increased exponentially as Jesse let fly a furious flurry of fuzzy cacti. Sometimes they went too high and hit Logan's lollipop. Sometimes they went wide and crashed into the tender part of the spread thighs. But soon Logan looked down at his crotch and could seen nothing but cactus. The constant sobbing was accented by high squeals with each strike from the slingshot.
"Okay Logan," Jesse finally stopped and and indicated for Tammy and Kami to release his legs. "You can stand up now."
Whimpering, Logan lifted his butt off the cactus cushion, but the nasty needle points broke off, firmly embedded in the stud's seat, and the boy's buns were covered with prickly pins. All the sticky cactus balls stayed stuck hard in his groin with a steady sting. His hands remained tied above his head and Kami pulled the rope taut.
Jesse held up the small camo briefs and the super tight jeans in front of Logan's frightened face.
"Time for you to get dressed and get back to class."
"Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck," Logan's eyes started tearing up as he looked at the large cactus patch that had collected in his crotch. "You can't be serious."
"Oh, I'm not serious," Jesse carefully slipped the underwear over the kid's ankles. "This is all fun... right girls?"
Tammy and Kami giggled as they each took a hold of the back waistband and pulled it wide while Jesse used both hands to pull out the front of the underwear as far as it could stretch. Courtney gave a thumbs up and moved in for the close-up. The briefs rose as the girls carefully kept the fabric pulled wide and able to envelope all the sticky balls stuck to Logan's softballs without touching them.
"One..." Jesse sang out.
"Pleeeeeasssseeee." Logan whined.
"Two..."
"Oh fuuuuuuuuuuuccccckkkkkkkk."
"THREE!"
The three girls released at the same time and the tight briefs snapped sharply in place. Logan hollered as his front was completely lit up. His hips twisted wildly as if they could shake out the stinging mounds that were massed against his mini manhood. His backside exploded in pain as if he had sat down on the cactus seat again.
Jesse walked back to the barrel with both gloves on and scooped up more cactus balls.
"Pull down the back for a minute," Jesse said mischievously, and as the twins complied, she shoved a handful right between his legs and packed it up against the back of his scrotum and into his tender perineum. Logan's legs started bicycling wildly as an entire new sensitive area got lit up by the little needles. His beef stick stuck up well above the top of the front waistband of his briefs.
"Ahhh Ahhh Ahhh Ahhh Ahhh Ahhh Ahhh Ahhh" the whelp whinnied.
"Do you want to pack some in the back?" Tammy asked still holding out the rear of the undies with Kami.
"No," Jesse said thoughtfully "We don't want to give him any padding when he sits down on this!" and she slapped both cheeks with her leather gloved palms, sending the suspended sapling screaming as his southern mounds erupted in a million pinpricks. "But I have an idea. Pull the back down and put on these gloves..."
The twins complied and followed directions as Jessie picked up a solid sized, nasty looking cactus ball. Logan desperately tried to look over his shoulder to see what they were doing but he could only see their conspiring looks of glee.
"Focus on his face," Jesse directed Courtney with the video.
And Logan suddenly felt two hands grip his prickly buns and push hard against the spikey spines as his cheeks were spread. His hollering was both from the pain in his derriere and from the realization of what Jesse was about to do. With two gloved fingers, she carefully planted the cactus ball directly against the runt's O-ring and pushed it hard in place before stepping back, letting the twins release his buns, pull his underpants up, and then deliver the ultimate wedgie. Logan screamed loudly, and then even louder when Jesse packed the last of the cactus balls into the front of the stretched fabric and nested them hard and tight around the hard cock. Jesse yanked up the front of his briefs in a twisting melvin and Logan's non-stop yowling hit awkward notes they had never heard before.
"And now it's time to get these back on," Jesse held up the skin-tight jeans.
Logan's blubbering was only interrupted by squeaks and squeals as the girls had to jounce the junior's bottom up and down several times as they yanked his jeans up... up... up... and finally buttoned, zipped, and belted the constrictive denim.
"YYYYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH," Logan felt like a million angry bees had landed in his levis and were letting him have it full blast in the lower deck. His midrift wildly gyrated involuntarily with his arms still tied up above his head, which intensified the deep sting exponentially -- and ****** even more magnificently amusing moves for the girls to video.
"Oh," Jesse cooed, "I almost forgot." She slowly unzipped the jeans.
"No.... more... begging... you... no... more..." Logan weakly whispered.
"But I promised to whack you off," Jesse left the top buttoned and held up the thick wooden slat.
"Oh... my... fucking... GGGAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!"
Jesse's gloved fingers, still covered with thousands of miniature needles, dug into the front flap of Logan's underwear, and roughly began to work the fledging's frankfurter through the layer of cactus balls until it stuck out at an angle through the front of his jeans. Then she clamped the gloved hand around the sensitive shaft and Logan squealed. Jesse held up the thick makeshift paddle high in the air.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!" Logan shouted in disbelief.
Wood slammed down hard on the tip of the waif's woody with a WHAP!!!
"AAAYYYYIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!" Logan's mushroom top felt like it was on fire.
WHAP!!! WHAP!!! WHAP!!! WHAP!!! WHAP!!!
"AHH!!! AHH!!! AHH!!! AHH!!! AHH!!! AHH!!!"
Each delivery of hard dogwood on the touchy tip of the dude's dick sent his entire body twisting in agony which only worsened the wild sting up and down his joystick as Jesse's prickly glove kept it fixed fast with an iron grip.
"Silly me," Jesse paused and giggled into the camera. "I forgot... it's actually on the other side."
Jesse roughly twisted the dick 180 degrees and tapped the flat of the slat against the stretch of sex sensors on the underside of Logan's licorice stick as he simpered pleas to stop.
"I'll stop," Jesse cocked the club up in the air, "as soon as you squirt."
And the whacking began. Each wallop on the whelp's woody produced a teeth-clenched squeal and it took over two dozen whaps --- quickly creating an angry red weal raised on his weiner -- before the boy's entire body convulsed and pumped powerful shots out into the cactus patch... all caught by Courtney on video.
"Now unless you want this all posted on the school website," Jesse smiled as she stuffed his sausage back inside it's painful pouch, "you'll be doing exactly what I say."
Logan could only moan.
"And we'll take care of Jake soon, but I think there was one more of you morons who was holding me down that day."
"MMMMMmmmmmmmmmmmmnnnnnnggggghhhhhhhhh," Logan responded.
"Bobby," Jesse helped him out. "Make sure that little shit thinks that coming over to my house after school tomorrow is a good idea. Got it?"
Logan weakly nodded. And his body was barely able to protest as they finally released his hands, put his shirt back on, and pointed him towards the schoolyard. Jesse let the blond twins escort Logan, gripping his arms and ******* him to walk forward. It was clear that each step was excruciating. They walked him through the crowded gym field and into the packed lunch court as he whimpered and winced without pause. In the middle of the lunch court, Jesse moved in front of him and held up a bare hand.
"Let's see how well this works out for you," Jesse said to Logan's pleading eyes.
Her hand swung up into his crotch, ending in a crushing grip. Logan squealed like a six year old and dropped to his knees in tears. Everyone around him started laughing their asses off as Logan had to carefully rise back up to his feet without causing any worse pain in his pants. The twins took his arms to walk him to his next class, and Jesse sent him off with a hard swat to the butt which brought a high-pitched yelp from Logan and an even louder laugh from his classmates.
Logan entered the history class and stared mournfully at his chair.
"Sit down," Jesse said. The teen looked terrified. "You've got 45 minutes of American Manifest Dynasty, Logan. SIT DOWN!!!"
Her sharp voice ****** him to slam his seat down in his chair and he had to restrain himself to keep his scream muffled behind tight lips. Jesse and Courtney and Tammy and Kami each took seats immediately around him to make sure he stayed in place. And for Logan, it was an excruciatingly long fourth period as he desperately tried to prevent his butt from moving and causing a new round of pain in his rear. But the prickly patch in his y-front ****** him to continually wriggle and squirm and most of the class was spent with his eyes closed and his face scrunched up and little whimpers escaping from his lips.
The history teacher asked him several times if he was okay and Logan gave a resigned nod and a weak "I'm fine." So the girls nearly fell off their chairs in laughter when the teacher picked on Logan to walk to the front of the class and write the study paragraph on the chalkboard before going back to his chair and unhappily planting his buns back down on the solid wood.
Then came lunch and the girls kept tight guard duty to make sure Logan had to stand in the long line with them, getting his frank and beans and jello cup, and then join them in the center table. He tried to act normal as everyone around was watching him eat with the girls, wondering what was up with Logan and how he was able to sit with four of the sexiest looking girls in school. Jesse sat opposite him and he nearly spit his food back up when she planted a foot hard in his groin and began viciously massaging the tight crotch. All he could do was grip the lunch tray with white knuckles and bear through the waves of pain between his legs.
After lunch, they marched Logan up to his next class which was gym. But they had to leave him after pushing him into the locker room and heard later that he sat motionless, fully dressed in front of his locker while everyone else changed into gym clothes. He refused to speak to anyone and just staring straight ahead until everyone left for attendance count in the gym. Then he disappeared for the day with no explanation.
Jesse and her friends reviewed the video back at her house after school and talked about what they were going to do to Bobby the next day.
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