rickyotk
10-18-2015, 01:29 PM
[If you are just starting to read this series, I suggest you at least go back to JESSE'S GAMEROOM - PART 1]
Jesse and her friends looked down at the pathetic punk curled up naked on the floor of the game room.
"What's the matter Bobby?" Jesse taunted. The Amazon blond with the piercing blue eyes towered over him with her hands on her hips. "We still have a lot more games to play."
Bobby moaned with his hands locked in his crotch.
"That's okay," Jesse continued. "The barbeque is starting next door. We can all take a dinner break and bite down on a hot dog."
"Barbeque?" he asked weakly.
"Suzy and the soccer team," Courtney chimed in sweetly. The cherubic chestnut-haired girl was downloading the videos of Bobby's ballbusting adventure on the pool table onto the computer and putting together the best parts -- when the girls got direct hits and Bobby was howling in pain.
"You better get dressed," Jesse said. "Unless you want us to drag you outside naked."
Bobby weakly crawled to his pile of clothes, but the curly blond twins Tammy and Kami scooped them up.
"I get to keep his shorts for a trophy," Jesse declared. "I'm going to nail the crotch to the wall."
"I get to shred this disgusting thing," Kami held his underwear with two fingers and dropped it in the shredder.
"And I hate his stupid Star Wars shirt," Tammy walked over to a power shredder by the desk and the black fabric was chewed up into tiny pieces.
"Fucking bitches!" Bobby blurted out. "That shirt cost a lot of money!"
"You better be nice to us," Jesse warned. "Or your dick is the next thing to go in the shredder."
Bobby gulped. "What am supposed to wear then?"
Still towering over him, Jesse slowly hiked down her bright yellow short shorts, stepped out of them, and dangled them over Bobby's face. He looked up to see the sweet pink V of her undies peeking out from her white blouse. His boner was never going to go down.
"No way!" Bobby protested. I can't wear those in public."
"You heard him," Jesse shrugged, pulling on a bright red pair of running shorts and headed out the rear door. "He wants to go butt naked to the barbeque."
She opened the back door and climbed the stairs that went up to her back yard. The twins each grabbed a skinny arm with iron grips and lifted up the nude dude.
"You can't be serious!" he shouted.
They dragged him naked out the back door as he twisted to try to get away, yelling loudly. Courtney followed behind with her faithful iphone.
"Keep making all that noise, moron," Courtney said as she ascended the stairs. "There's a dozen girls on the other side of the back yard and they're all looking this way now."
Tami dropped Jesse's bright yellow shorts at Bobby's bare feet and smiled. "We're dragging you up to that barbeque. It's up to you if you are wearing those or not."
So the Bobby had no choice now but to slip on the sheer, tight girl's short shorts. It did nothing to hide his permanently hard boner sticking out to the side and ridiculously tenting the frilly fabric.
"This is so embarrassing," Bobby grumbled.
"That's the point," Kammy replied, and they escorted him up the stairs.
To Bobby's horror when he reached ground level, there were indeed a dozen girls just on the other side of the chain-link fence that transparently separated the two back yards. He saw that it was Suzy and her soccer team. They were all in soccer uniforms, just come from a game to Suzy's for dinner that was now being cooked on a barbeque grill up against the fence. He could smell the aroma of hot dogs and saw a picnic table covered with condiments.
All the girls were staring directly at his crotch as the twins grasped each of his arms and marched him through the gate and directly towards them -- he couldn't even cover his humiliating hardon with his own hands!
"Sweet shorts, Bobby!" Suzy sang out in a sing-song voice. "And I see you reeeeally like them too."
All the girls giggled and Bobby turned beet red. The twins planted his butt down on the picnic bench.
"Actually," Jesse said slyly, "Bobby just lost a bet to me."
That got the girls excited.
"He bet he would beat me in Final Fantasy. I creamed him and now he has to do anything I say."
"Anything?" Suzy's voice was energetic. "What about ... " and she whispered something into Jesse's ear.
Jesse's eyes lit up with delight as she nodded. "Up against the fence, Bobby."
"Wha... wha... what're gonna do?"
"Just do what I say, genius," Jesse's face came within inches of his as she whispered "unless you want us to post your pool game on the internet."
Bobby grumbled but he allowed himself to be guided to the chainlink fence and stood facing the line of girls. His lips tightened into a frown as a shoelaces were produced and bound his wrists together and high above his head to the fence. Then Tammy and Kami each started pulling his ankles farther... and farther... and farther apart and then tied them fast to the fence base.
"Okay girls," Suzy called out. "Time for a little soccer practice! We're going to play drop-out and..." she gave a hard look at Bobby's bulge, "guess what the target is?"
A sack of soccer balls was emptied twenty feet away from the fence.
"What's drop-out?" Bobby reluctantly asked.
"We rotate taking shots and if you don't get a direct hit, then you drop out of the rotation. Winner is the girl with the most points."
"What do we win?" one olive-skinned dark haired girl named Samantha asked.
"Free kicks until dinner time!" Jesse announced.
"Free kicks?" Bobby asked. "Wait... does that mean what I think it means? Get me out of here!"
He started struggling against his bonds as the girls lined up, his hips wriggling and twisting.
"That's good Bobby," Suzy nodded to the first girl. "A moving target makes it more interesting."
If Bobby hoped that twenty feet away was too far for accuracy, he was wrong. The first girls foot kicked the soccer ball hard and fired off a direct line drive right into Bobby's nutsack.
"AAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW," Bobby squealed and the gaggle of girls giggled in delight as he tried and failed to bend over from the pain.
The next girl launched a hard shot that slammed into the lad's lumps.
"OOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH," Bobby's body repeatedly bounced back and forth and the entire fence whipped along with him in waves.
The girls were delighted. They were a star soccer team, so each kicker's goal shot was a direct hit on the hapless brat's hazelnuts.
THWAP! THWAP! THWAP! THWAP! THWAP!
THWAP! THWAP! THWAP! THWAP! THWAP!
And by the second rotation, Bobby's struggles had ceased, and he could only dangle in place and stare down at the bulge between his legs that was getting battered by the flying soccer balls, each bringing a weak "OHHHHHHHH," followed by a whiny whimper from his O-shaped mouth as he waited for the next shot.
THWAP! THWAP! THWAP! THWAP! THWAP!
THWAP! THWAP! THWAP! THWAP! THWAP!
And finally by the fifth round, some of the girls started to miss the direct hit... probably because they were all laughing so hard, more than losing their aim. At last it came down to Suzy and Samantha who continued to combat each other round after round, driving direct hits into the young punk's pebbles. Finally, in round sixteen, Samantha missed a little high, leaving a red splash of pain on Bobby's belly.
"Wait," Suzy said. "I still have to make my shot, or it's considered a tie." But she did not miss and the extra effort launched the ball with a loud slap to Bobby's balls that barely registered a groan from him, he was so spent.
"I win!" Suzy declared victory, and the soccer champ skipped up to the bound boy and held up his head. "Time for free kicks."
"Five minutes until dinner!" someone called out.
Suddenly Bobby was alert and eyes wide open as he realized the meaning of this first prize being claimed.
"Five minutes," Suzy nodded. "Perfect."
Bobby stared in sheer fear, straight at her soccer sneakers as she took a step back and slowly lifted the tip of her right foot to measure where to stand to deliver the drubbing.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh," Bobby moaned softly as the toe of the shoe tapped gently on the intended target.
She pressed the front flat of her sneaker hard on his throbbing radishes rolled them around hard. Then the right foot lowered, swung back, and whipped forward and up with full force, planting the hard point of the puma right into the pubescent pup's peanuts.
POW!!!!
Bobby's mouth dropped open, but no sound came out. His eyes slowly crossed, and his knees tried to cross, but the ankle ties held fast. The entire chain link fence slumped a bit forward from his weight as he lost all ability to stand, but the wide Y below his waist was ready and waiting for Suzy's next kick.
POW!!!!
Bobby's mouth worked like a fish out of water, but could only make a high-pitched, squeaky keening cry. His eyes teared up as he looked down at his perfectly placed plums poised for the pummeling that Suzy was about to deliver.
POW!!!! POW!!!! POW!!!! POW!!!! POW!!!! POW!!!! POW!!!! POW!!!!
POW!!!! POW!!!! POW!!!! POW!!!! POW!!!! POW!!!! POW!!!! POW!!!!
POW!!!! POW!!!! POW!!!! POW!!!! POW!!!! POW!!!! POW!!!! POW!!!!
POW!!!! POW!!!! POW!!!! POW!!!! POW!!!! POW!!!! POW!!!! POW!!!!
The girls watched in fascination as Bobby's baubles received a barrage of brutal kicks, until finally dinner time was called. As hotdogs and baked beans and corn was laid out on plates, the twins removed his ties and pretty much had to carry him to the picnic table. All the girls giggled and ate and had a wonderful dinner. Bobby was slumped forward on the table where he sat, head buried in his arms and ignoring the food around him. Throughout the meal, the girls taunted him, asking him what it felt like to get kicked in the nads, and asked why he wasn't hungry, and gave repeated reminders about his girl shorts and his pathetic boner that still wasn't going away. He barely responded to their teasing with moans and groans.
Then he noticed they were all passing around Courtney's phone and looking at videos. That got him to sit up with energetic indignation as he faced Jesse.
"You said you wouldn't show those!" he angrily spit out.
"Oh don't worry loverboy," Jesse sneered. "We're not showing THAT video. This is you at lunchtime telling your pathetic friends what you thought you were going to do to me tonight."
They put the phone on the table and hit play. Everyone, including Bobby watched the braggart boasting to his buddies. The video showed his friends asking him if he was "going to get some serious pussy" and "going to nail Jesse's cunt" and "going to give it to her long and hard."
And he kept giving the same reply that he was now seriously regretting. He punched his right fist into his left palm and said "Two words: DEEP PENETRATION." And that always got all the boys laughing.
But none of the girls at the picnic table were laughing. They were all staring at him with hard looks. He gulped. Before he could do anything, they grabbed him and held him up.
"Let's just kick him in the balls until they drop off!"
Bobby was violently trying to pull free from his captors, but their grip on his arms was iron hard.
"No wait," Jesse said with a big smile. "I have a much better idea. Bend him over the end of the table."
They hauled the braggart to where Jesse pointed and pressed his chest hard to the wood. Jesse took an oven mitt and reached toward the barbeque and all the girls gasped with delight when they saw she was holding.
"Hey Bobby," Jesse said as he turned his head and his eyes popped wide open in terror. "Two words: DEEP PENETRATION."
She was holding a long ear of corn that was piping hot, steam visibly rising into the air.
"Oh nooooooooo, Please no! You can't be serious!"
"Bobby," Jesse's voice was suddenly stern. "Believe me how serious I am."
"Oh fuuuuuuuuuuck," Bobby whined, looking at the long, hot rod that Jesse held before his tearing eyes as Kami and Tammy each gripped the sides of the yellow shorts and yanked them down, exposing his bare buns.
"That's exactly what I intend to do. Release his hands," Jesse ordered the other girls, as she rolled the corn cob in a basin of bubbling hot butter that was on one side of the grill. "Bobby, you better spread your cheeks right now. Either this corn goes up your butt or your wiener goes on that grill."
The pint-sized squirt's hands were visibly shaking as he placed them on each side of his seat and slowly exposed his hole to the delight of all the girls. He squeezed his eyes shut and braced himself for the inevitable.
Jesse placed the tip of the torpedo against his tight O and just the heat from the tip of the solid rod produced a fierce sting in the fledgling's fairy-ring. His fanny fidgeted furiously in its fixed position.
"Ah! Ahh! Ahhh!" Bobby hyperventilated in loud huffs.
"Think about this the next time you're bragging to your buddies about deep penetration, Bobby." Jesse placed her palm against the end of the hot rocket and pushed hard with all her might.
"AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TAKE IT OUT!!!! TAKE IT OUT!!!! TAKE IT OUT!!!!"
"Take it out, Bobby?" Jesse asked in a sing-song voice. "But it's barely half-way in!"
"NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! I CAN'T TAKE ANY MMMFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF...."
Bobby suddenly found the yellow shorts stuffed into his mouth and his hollering became a muffled "MMMMMFFFFFFFFFFFKKKKKKKRRRRRRRRRRR"
Bobby had released his cheeks and was paddling the table with his hands while his feet kicked wildly behind him in the air and several girls had to keep pressing down on his torso to keep him in place.
"Oh Bobby!" Jesse said. "You got a lot more to go."
She tried screwing it in deeper, and his squealing through the gag hit an all time high. She stepped back a bit, place both hands on the pylon, and pushed with all her weight behind her. Slowly, as Bobby's muffled hollering continued non-stop and his butt wagged with wild abandon, the second half of the long yellow shaft drove into the nude dude's derriere. Bobby continued to bounce and wag, but Jesse kept the burning buttplug hard in place.
Jesse called out to Suzie, "We need something to keep this in place."
"I have the perfect thing!" Suzy rushed into her house and returned with a pair of underoos belonging to her pesky little brother. The girls all worked together to hold Bobby in place as the humiliating pair of underpants were slipped up his legs. They were ridiculously small with fighting action heroes on the front and back. So they had to pull hard to get them up Bobby's legs and over his bottom. They were painfully tight as Bobby was allowed to stand up. They still held his wrists wide from his body to keep him from bringing any relief to his backside. He was steered around to the bench and unceremoniously plopped down on the hard wood. This brought a long groan from the gremlin, who wasn't hollering any more, just panting heavily as he sat on his burning-hot butt-prod.
"Dinner time," Jesse said as she plopped down a plate of a dozen hot dogs. "You sit right there young man until you finish every last bite of your dinner."
"Ohhhhhhhhh," Bobby looked pleadingly at all the smiling faces around him. "I can't."
"You better," Suzie said, leaning over with tobasco sauce, and emptying the entire bottle all over the sausages so they were swimming in the hot spice. "You're not moving until your plate is clean."
"And here you go," Jessie picked up the pot of baked beans from the grill and stood next to Bobby. She scooped a large ladle full of steaming beans.
"I can't eat all the hotdogs AND the beans!" Bobby complained.
"Oh, these are not going on your plate," Jesse grinned. "Pull open the front of your undies."
"No fucking WAY!!!!"
Bobby tried to scramble off the bench, but a dozen hands held him in place and held his wrists behind his back. The underoos were so small, they only enveloped Bobby's balls, while his rock hard hotdog pointed up to the amused crowd. Now two bright red shiny long fingernails slipped down the front of his elastic band and pulled forward and everyone could see the two mini-potatoes nestled underneath. Bobby began sobbing as Jesse held the steaming baked beans right above the target. Drippings from the ladle dropped and made Bobby flinch and wince as the hot dots hit home. Courtney had the camera ready and Jesse slowly poured the piping hot stew into the lad's lap.
The underwear snapped shut over the baked beans that were now fully enveloping the boy's ballbearings. Bobby's mouth snapped open and the yellow shorts were stuffed in just as his lungs hit full holler. The girls were hard-pressed to keep him in place as he flailed wildly around while his chestnuts felt like they were roasting on an open fire. His dick stuck up through the top of the mini-underwear's elastic band and whipped back and forth like a bright red thermometer.
Jesse ordered Bobby's hands tied behind his back, so he had to lean forward to eat the spicy hot dogs with just his mouth by slurping them up from the pond of tobasco sauce. Suzy placed a pitcher of ice tea just on the other side of his plate, just to help him fume as he sat on the hot cob rammed up his butt and continued to squirm from the beans baking between his legs.
Jesse and her friends looked down at the pathetic punk curled up naked on the floor of the game room.
"What's the matter Bobby?" Jesse taunted. The Amazon blond with the piercing blue eyes towered over him with her hands on her hips. "We still have a lot more games to play."
Bobby moaned with his hands locked in his crotch.
"That's okay," Jesse continued. "The barbeque is starting next door. We can all take a dinner break and bite down on a hot dog."
"Barbeque?" he asked weakly.
"Suzy and the soccer team," Courtney chimed in sweetly. The cherubic chestnut-haired girl was downloading the videos of Bobby's ballbusting adventure on the pool table onto the computer and putting together the best parts -- when the girls got direct hits and Bobby was howling in pain.
"You better get dressed," Jesse said. "Unless you want us to drag you outside naked."
Bobby weakly crawled to his pile of clothes, but the curly blond twins Tammy and Kami scooped them up.
"I get to keep his shorts for a trophy," Jesse declared. "I'm going to nail the crotch to the wall."
"I get to shred this disgusting thing," Kami held his underwear with two fingers and dropped it in the shredder.
"And I hate his stupid Star Wars shirt," Tammy walked over to a power shredder by the desk and the black fabric was chewed up into tiny pieces.
"Fucking bitches!" Bobby blurted out. "That shirt cost a lot of money!"
"You better be nice to us," Jesse warned. "Or your dick is the next thing to go in the shredder."
Bobby gulped. "What am supposed to wear then?"
Still towering over him, Jesse slowly hiked down her bright yellow short shorts, stepped out of them, and dangled them over Bobby's face. He looked up to see the sweet pink V of her undies peeking out from her white blouse. His boner was never going to go down.
"No way!" Bobby protested. I can't wear those in public."
"You heard him," Jesse shrugged, pulling on a bright red pair of running shorts and headed out the rear door. "He wants to go butt naked to the barbeque."
She opened the back door and climbed the stairs that went up to her back yard. The twins each grabbed a skinny arm with iron grips and lifted up the nude dude.
"You can't be serious!" he shouted.
They dragged him naked out the back door as he twisted to try to get away, yelling loudly. Courtney followed behind with her faithful iphone.
"Keep making all that noise, moron," Courtney said as she ascended the stairs. "There's a dozen girls on the other side of the back yard and they're all looking this way now."
Tami dropped Jesse's bright yellow shorts at Bobby's bare feet and smiled. "We're dragging you up to that barbeque. It's up to you if you are wearing those or not."
So the Bobby had no choice now but to slip on the sheer, tight girl's short shorts. It did nothing to hide his permanently hard boner sticking out to the side and ridiculously tenting the frilly fabric.
"This is so embarrassing," Bobby grumbled.
"That's the point," Kammy replied, and they escorted him up the stairs.
To Bobby's horror when he reached ground level, there were indeed a dozen girls just on the other side of the chain-link fence that transparently separated the two back yards. He saw that it was Suzy and her soccer team. They were all in soccer uniforms, just come from a game to Suzy's for dinner that was now being cooked on a barbeque grill up against the fence. He could smell the aroma of hot dogs and saw a picnic table covered with condiments.
All the girls were staring directly at his crotch as the twins grasped each of his arms and marched him through the gate and directly towards them -- he couldn't even cover his humiliating hardon with his own hands!
"Sweet shorts, Bobby!" Suzy sang out in a sing-song voice. "And I see you reeeeally like them too."
All the girls giggled and Bobby turned beet red. The twins planted his butt down on the picnic bench.
"Actually," Jesse said slyly, "Bobby just lost a bet to me."
That got the girls excited.
"He bet he would beat me in Final Fantasy. I creamed him and now he has to do anything I say."
"Anything?" Suzy's voice was energetic. "What about ... " and she whispered something into Jesse's ear.
Jesse's eyes lit up with delight as she nodded. "Up against the fence, Bobby."
"Wha... wha... what're gonna do?"
"Just do what I say, genius," Jesse's face came within inches of his as she whispered "unless you want us to post your pool game on the internet."
Bobby grumbled but he allowed himself to be guided to the chainlink fence and stood facing the line of girls. His lips tightened into a frown as a shoelaces were produced and bound his wrists together and high above his head to the fence. Then Tammy and Kami each started pulling his ankles farther... and farther... and farther apart and then tied them fast to the fence base.
"Okay girls," Suzy called out. "Time for a little soccer practice! We're going to play drop-out and..." she gave a hard look at Bobby's bulge, "guess what the target is?"
A sack of soccer balls was emptied twenty feet away from the fence.
"What's drop-out?" Bobby reluctantly asked.
"We rotate taking shots and if you don't get a direct hit, then you drop out of the rotation. Winner is the girl with the most points."
"What do we win?" one olive-skinned dark haired girl named Samantha asked.
"Free kicks until dinner time!" Jesse announced.
"Free kicks?" Bobby asked. "Wait... does that mean what I think it means? Get me out of here!"
He started struggling against his bonds as the girls lined up, his hips wriggling and twisting.
"That's good Bobby," Suzy nodded to the first girl. "A moving target makes it more interesting."
If Bobby hoped that twenty feet away was too far for accuracy, he was wrong. The first girls foot kicked the soccer ball hard and fired off a direct line drive right into Bobby's nutsack.
"AAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW," Bobby squealed and the gaggle of girls giggled in delight as he tried and failed to bend over from the pain.
The next girl launched a hard shot that slammed into the lad's lumps.
"OOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH," Bobby's body repeatedly bounced back and forth and the entire fence whipped along with him in waves.
The girls were delighted. They were a star soccer team, so each kicker's goal shot was a direct hit on the hapless brat's hazelnuts.
THWAP! THWAP! THWAP! THWAP! THWAP!
THWAP! THWAP! THWAP! THWAP! THWAP!
And by the second rotation, Bobby's struggles had ceased, and he could only dangle in place and stare down at the bulge between his legs that was getting battered by the flying soccer balls, each bringing a weak "OHHHHHHHH," followed by a whiny whimper from his O-shaped mouth as he waited for the next shot.
THWAP! THWAP! THWAP! THWAP! THWAP!
THWAP! THWAP! THWAP! THWAP! THWAP!
And finally by the fifth round, some of the girls started to miss the direct hit... probably because they were all laughing so hard, more than losing their aim. At last it came down to Suzy and Samantha who continued to combat each other round after round, driving direct hits into the young punk's pebbles. Finally, in round sixteen, Samantha missed a little high, leaving a red splash of pain on Bobby's belly.
"Wait," Suzy said. "I still have to make my shot, or it's considered a tie." But she did not miss and the extra effort launched the ball with a loud slap to Bobby's balls that barely registered a groan from him, he was so spent.
"I win!" Suzy declared victory, and the soccer champ skipped up to the bound boy and held up his head. "Time for free kicks."
"Five minutes until dinner!" someone called out.
Suddenly Bobby was alert and eyes wide open as he realized the meaning of this first prize being claimed.
"Five minutes," Suzy nodded. "Perfect."
Bobby stared in sheer fear, straight at her soccer sneakers as she took a step back and slowly lifted the tip of her right foot to measure where to stand to deliver the drubbing.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh," Bobby moaned softly as the toe of the shoe tapped gently on the intended target.
She pressed the front flat of her sneaker hard on his throbbing radishes rolled them around hard. Then the right foot lowered, swung back, and whipped forward and up with full force, planting the hard point of the puma right into the pubescent pup's peanuts.
POW!!!!
Bobby's mouth dropped open, but no sound came out. His eyes slowly crossed, and his knees tried to cross, but the ankle ties held fast. The entire chain link fence slumped a bit forward from his weight as he lost all ability to stand, but the wide Y below his waist was ready and waiting for Suzy's next kick.
POW!!!!
Bobby's mouth worked like a fish out of water, but could only make a high-pitched, squeaky keening cry. His eyes teared up as he looked down at his perfectly placed plums poised for the pummeling that Suzy was about to deliver.
POW!!!! POW!!!! POW!!!! POW!!!! POW!!!! POW!!!! POW!!!! POW!!!!
POW!!!! POW!!!! POW!!!! POW!!!! POW!!!! POW!!!! POW!!!! POW!!!!
POW!!!! POW!!!! POW!!!! POW!!!! POW!!!! POW!!!! POW!!!! POW!!!!
POW!!!! POW!!!! POW!!!! POW!!!! POW!!!! POW!!!! POW!!!! POW!!!!
The girls watched in fascination as Bobby's baubles received a barrage of brutal kicks, until finally dinner time was called. As hotdogs and baked beans and corn was laid out on plates, the twins removed his ties and pretty much had to carry him to the picnic table. All the girls giggled and ate and had a wonderful dinner. Bobby was slumped forward on the table where he sat, head buried in his arms and ignoring the food around him. Throughout the meal, the girls taunted him, asking him what it felt like to get kicked in the nads, and asked why he wasn't hungry, and gave repeated reminders about his girl shorts and his pathetic boner that still wasn't going away. He barely responded to their teasing with moans and groans.
Then he noticed they were all passing around Courtney's phone and looking at videos. That got him to sit up with energetic indignation as he faced Jesse.
"You said you wouldn't show those!" he angrily spit out.
"Oh don't worry loverboy," Jesse sneered. "We're not showing THAT video. This is you at lunchtime telling your pathetic friends what you thought you were going to do to me tonight."
They put the phone on the table and hit play. Everyone, including Bobby watched the braggart boasting to his buddies. The video showed his friends asking him if he was "going to get some serious pussy" and "going to nail Jesse's cunt" and "going to give it to her long and hard."
And he kept giving the same reply that he was now seriously regretting. He punched his right fist into his left palm and said "Two words: DEEP PENETRATION." And that always got all the boys laughing.
But none of the girls at the picnic table were laughing. They were all staring at him with hard looks. He gulped. Before he could do anything, they grabbed him and held him up.
"Let's just kick him in the balls until they drop off!"
Bobby was violently trying to pull free from his captors, but their grip on his arms was iron hard.
"No wait," Jesse said with a big smile. "I have a much better idea. Bend him over the end of the table."
They hauled the braggart to where Jesse pointed and pressed his chest hard to the wood. Jesse took an oven mitt and reached toward the barbeque and all the girls gasped with delight when they saw she was holding.
"Hey Bobby," Jesse said as he turned his head and his eyes popped wide open in terror. "Two words: DEEP PENETRATION."
She was holding a long ear of corn that was piping hot, steam visibly rising into the air.
"Oh nooooooooo, Please no! You can't be serious!"
"Bobby," Jesse's voice was suddenly stern. "Believe me how serious I am."
"Oh fuuuuuuuuuuck," Bobby whined, looking at the long, hot rod that Jesse held before his tearing eyes as Kami and Tammy each gripped the sides of the yellow shorts and yanked them down, exposing his bare buns.
"That's exactly what I intend to do. Release his hands," Jesse ordered the other girls, as she rolled the corn cob in a basin of bubbling hot butter that was on one side of the grill. "Bobby, you better spread your cheeks right now. Either this corn goes up your butt or your wiener goes on that grill."
The pint-sized squirt's hands were visibly shaking as he placed them on each side of his seat and slowly exposed his hole to the delight of all the girls. He squeezed his eyes shut and braced himself for the inevitable.
Jesse placed the tip of the torpedo against his tight O and just the heat from the tip of the solid rod produced a fierce sting in the fledgling's fairy-ring. His fanny fidgeted furiously in its fixed position.
"Ah! Ahh! Ahhh!" Bobby hyperventilated in loud huffs.
"Think about this the next time you're bragging to your buddies about deep penetration, Bobby." Jesse placed her palm against the end of the hot rocket and pushed hard with all her might.
"AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TAKE IT OUT!!!! TAKE IT OUT!!!! TAKE IT OUT!!!!"
"Take it out, Bobby?" Jesse asked in a sing-song voice. "But it's barely half-way in!"
"NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! I CAN'T TAKE ANY MMMFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF...."
Bobby suddenly found the yellow shorts stuffed into his mouth and his hollering became a muffled "MMMMMFFFFFFFFFFFKKKKKKKRRRRRRRRRRR"
Bobby had released his cheeks and was paddling the table with his hands while his feet kicked wildly behind him in the air and several girls had to keep pressing down on his torso to keep him in place.
"Oh Bobby!" Jesse said. "You got a lot more to go."
She tried screwing it in deeper, and his squealing through the gag hit an all time high. She stepped back a bit, place both hands on the pylon, and pushed with all her weight behind her. Slowly, as Bobby's muffled hollering continued non-stop and his butt wagged with wild abandon, the second half of the long yellow shaft drove into the nude dude's derriere. Bobby continued to bounce and wag, but Jesse kept the burning buttplug hard in place.
Jesse called out to Suzie, "We need something to keep this in place."
"I have the perfect thing!" Suzy rushed into her house and returned with a pair of underoos belonging to her pesky little brother. The girls all worked together to hold Bobby in place as the humiliating pair of underpants were slipped up his legs. They were ridiculously small with fighting action heroes on the front and back. So they had to pull hard to get them up Bobby's legs and over his bottom. They were painfully tight as Bobby was allowed to stand up. They still held his wrists wide from his body to keep him from bringing any relief to his backside. He was steered around to the bench and unceremoniously plopped down on the hard wood. This brought a long groan from the gremlin, who wasn't hollering any more, just panting heavily as he sat on his burning-hot butt-prod.
"Dinner time," Jesse said as she plopped down a plate of a dozen hot dogs. "You sit right there young man until you finish every last bite of your dinner."
"Ohhhhhhhhh," Bobby looked pleadingly at all the smiling faces around him. "I can't."
"You better," Suzie said, leaning over with tobasco sauce, and emptying the entire bottle all over the sausages so they were swimming in the hot spice. "You're not moving until your plate is clean."
"And here you go," Jessie picked up the pot of baked beans from the grill and stood next to Bobby. She scooped a large ladle full of steaming beans.
"I can't eat all the hotdogs AND the beans!" Bobby complained.
"Oh, these are not going on your plate," Jesse grinned. "Pull open the front of your undies."
"No fucking WAY!!!!"
Bobby tried to scramble off the bench, but a dozen hands held him in place and held his wrists behind his back. The underoos were so small, they only enveloped Bobby's balls, while his rock hard hotdog pointed up to the amused crowd. Now two bright red shiny long fingernails slipped down the front of his elastic band and pulled forward and everyone could see the two mini-potatoes nestled underneath. Bobby began sobbing as Jesse held the steaming baked beans right above the target. Drippings from the ladle dropped and made Bobby flinch and wince as the hot dots hit home. Courtney had the camera ready and Jesse slowly poured the piping hot stew into the lad's lap.
The underwear snapped shut over the baked beans that were now fully enveloping the boy's ballbearings. Bobby's mouth snapped open and the yellow shorts were stuffed in just as his lungs hit full holler. The girls were hard-pressed to keep him in place as he flailed wildly around while his chestnuts felt like they were roasting on an open fire. His dick stuck up through the top of the mini-underwear's elastic band and whipped back and forth like a bright red thermometer.
Jesse ordered Bobby's hands tied behind his back, so he had to lean forward to eat the spicy hot dogs with just his mouth by slurping them up from the pond of tobasco sauce. Suzy placed a pitcher of ice tea just on the other side of his plate, just to help him fume as he sat on the hot cob rammed up his butt and continued to squirm from the beans baking between his legs.