rickyotk
04-07-2016, 10:38 PM
Thanks for all the great feedback. It's been a while, but Jesse isn't finished with Bobby's balls. If you're catching up, do a user ID search of rickyotk to read the first chapters:
1. First Time Story (lamely named, I'll admit)
2. Jesse's Garage
3. Jesse's Gym Shower
4. Jesse's Cactus Patch
5. Jesse's Game Room - Part 1
6. Jesse's Game Room - Part 2: Dinner Break
and now...
7. Jesse's Game Room - Part 3: Password
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"Okay Bobby, ready to go back to the game room for some more playtime?"
Jesse stood over the sniveling stripling with her fists on her hips. He was laying nude on the lawn next to the picnic table, face up, completely powerless to make any protest after his painful dinner break. The girls had stripped him bare after his ordeal, relieved his backside of it's burden, and washed him off with a garden hose. After Suzie and soccer team had delivered the prolonged pounding to his pecans, he was completely spent.
"Nooooo..... morrrrrre.... pleazzzzzzzze...." he weakly whimpered as he looked up at his tormentor. The tall blond girl's legs were purposefully spread astride his head and he saw her soft pink panties peeking at him through the loose legs of her running shorts. Her perky tits pointed out above his watering eyes, looking like they were about to bust out of her tight white blouse. The icy blue eyes stared down at him with amusement.
"Oh we have a few more games to play," Jesse said. She walked to his side and flipped him over with her foot so he was face down. Then she grabbed his ankles and lifted them up, spreading his legs apart. "Next game is a wheelbarrow race back to my house."
Courtney was ready with the camera, and Kami and Tammy and the soccer girls stood on each side of the bare-assed braggart to see what was going to happen to him.
"Up on your hands," Jesse said.
"I caaaaaaaan't," Bobby whined.
"Then let's see if I can give you some motivation."
Jesse lifted his legs higher and spread them even further apart, her right leg cocked back, and then it swung forward hard and fast and her foot nailed the fledgling's figs.
WHAM!!!
"AAAAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWRRRRRRRRRRRRRR," Bobby's torso twisted into the ground as Jesse kept his legs held up and apart with his peach pits perfectly placed for his upcoming nut-pounding.
"UP ON YOUR HANDS!" Jesse grinned. "I said it was a wheelbarrow race. You're racing against the clock. Your junk gets racked every twenty seconds. You better get your balls in motion!"
Susie started her timer on her clock. But Bobby couldn't do anything but involuntarily grip his gonads and groan in pain. Finally Susie called "Time!" Jesse nodded for Kami and Tammy to pull Bobby's hands away from his hazelnuts. The big girl's powerful leg swung back for full momentum and then the nike swooshed forward and up hard between the hapless lad's legs and landing solidly into his lemondrops.
WHAM!!!
"OOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH," Bobby's body writhed in pain and screwed his chest even deeper into the grass. His hands instinctively yanked themselves out of the girls' grasp and gripped his gumballs even harder.
"This is going to be a long night, Bobby," Jesse warned. "Get moving."
Bobby groaned and it took all his willpower to do a weak pushup on limp arms and struggle forward a few feet before Susie yelled out "Time!"
WHAM!!!
The mischievous girl's groin shot got Bobby right in the grapes and his arms turned into spaghetti and down he went again, his face grinding into the grass.
"UP!" Jesse commanded.
The stripling struggled to straighten his arms and lift his chest and gain another two yards before Susie called time and Jesse's sneaker struck hard soundly into the stripling's softballs again, sending him once again into the ground. It was only twenty yards to Suzie's gate and another thirty yards to Jesse's game room door, but it would take over fifteen minutes and more than forty-five full-force kick shots to Bobby's sorenutz before the wheelbarrow race was over. The entire troop of soccer girls giggled through the ordeal as they followed him to the stairs that led down to Jesse's game room. Susie insisted the soccer team had to go home now, but she joined the foursome for the late evening entertainment.
Tammy and Kami scooped up the limp lad by both arms and hauled him roughly down the stairs and through the doorway into the play area that had already seen a long afternoon of punishing pool balls painfully caroming off his caramels.
"This has all been warm up. Now we're going to get to the REAL punishment," Jesse smiled as Bobby was laid face up on the countertop that partitioned out a portion of the game room for the small kitchenette for snacking. As he was tied spread eagle with his wrists and ankles laced tautly to the counter legs, the girls poked their heads into the mini-fridge to help themselves to cokes and chocolate pudding and coffee ice-cream. Now it was time for Bobby's just desserts.
The boy's eyes opened wide as Courtney positioned herself with the iphone camera at the end of the counter, shooting up between his spread legs, while the other girls lined up two to each side of him, wielding very large and very thick wooden spoons. They purposefully slapped the heavy heads of their wicked sticks on the palms of their hands... both to let him know what was about to come and to mock him for his fist-pounding bravado he performed for his friends that morning when he bragged that he was going to nail Jesse with "deep penetration." Now he just whimpered and looked down the length of his torso towards Courtney's camera. His little pencil dick was still hard as lead, but his nutsack was swollen, bright red and throbbing in pain from the wheelbarrow drubbing.
"No more... I can't take any more..." Bobby gasped.
"It's up to you," Jesse smiled sweetly and leaned over him so her beautiful boobs swayed hypnotically above his face. "Just say the right word and we'll untie you."
"Huh?"
Jesse gingerly placed her wooden spoon on the gamin's gumdrops and applied gentle pressure. The pain that shot through Bobby's body made him give a loud moan.
"Oh... if that little love tap hurts you so much, imagine what it's going to feel like if we go to town on your downtown."
"I don't understand... what do I have to do?"
Jesse leaned even farther down so the tips of her tits brushed against Bobby's lips. "One little word... the password to Jake's computer."
"Wha... wha... what do you mean?" Bobby stammered. "How would I know Jake's password?"
"Wrong answer!" Jesse said gleefully. "Let him have it! One minute on the clock."
Four wooden whackers went up high in the air and came down one after the other with loud "whoosh" sounds whipping through the air right before final impact, smacking into the woeful whippersnapper's walnuts in sharp, fast repetition.
SMAAACKKKK!!! SMAAACKKKK!!! SMAAACKKKK!!! SMAAACKKKK!!!
And just as the fourth whack walloped the junior jackass's jujubees, the first wooden spoon was cocked back, aimed, and ready to fire another round. Bobby got a non-stop barrage of brutal blows to his bare bonbons for a full minute.
SMAAACKKKK!!! SMAAACKKKK!!! SMAAACKKKK!!! SMAAACKKKK!!!
SMAAACKKKK!!! SMAAACKKKK!!! SMAAACKKKK!!! SMAAACKKKK!!!
SMAAACKKKK!!! SMAAACKKKK!!! SMAAACKKKK!!! SMAAACKKKK!!!
SMAAACKKKK!!! SMAAACKKKK!!! SMAAACKKKK!!! SMAAACKKKK!!!
SMAAACKKKK!!! SMAAACKKKK!!! SMAAACKKKK!!! SMAAACKKKK!!!
SMAAACKKKK!!! SMAAACKKKK!!! SMAAACKKKK!!! SMAAACKKKK!!!
SMAAACKKKK!!! SMAAACKKKK!!! SMAAACKKKK!!! SMAAACKKKK!!!
SMAAACKKKK!!! SMAAACKKKK!!! SMAAACKKKK!!! SMAAACKKKK!!!
Finally Courtney called time and the girls stepped back and watched with amusement as the teen's torso continued to twist and heave until Bobby's wailing subsided to a simpering sob.
"Think very carefully before you give us your next answer," Jesse said with a sharp tone in her voice and hard smack of the wooden spoon to her palm. "You are Jake's best buddy. Of course you know his password. You're probably the only one who knows it and we had to go through the list of the other losers to get them to lower your guard and make you think you'd actually have a chance to get your virgin rocks off with me. It's been a long trip to get you stupid enough to come here by yourself and put your balls on this table. The only thing that we want is Jake's password. And we're going to get it, even if it takes all night long. Tell us the password."
"Even if I did know it... he'll do ten times worst to me if he finds out."
Jesse's eyes lit up. "So you do know it!"
"I caaaaaaaan't....." Bobby whined.
"Tell me, you little turd," Jesse playfully swung the wooden spoon just above Bobby's groin to give him a reminder of what was to come. "Tell me or we're going to scramble your eggs for FIVE minutes."
Bobby's rock-hard lollipop leapt up a little bit more at that thought, and Jesse's mean mini-paddle accidentally popped the pup's pink tip.
"NOOO!!!!" Bobby screeched a little more frantically than they had ever heard even when he was getting the worst of what they had dished out to him that night. "NOT MY DICK!!! NOT MY DICK!!! NOT MY DICK!!!" And then he clamped his mouth tight, realizing what he had just given away.
The girls exchanged smiles. They had finally found the crack in the kid's armor.
SMAAACKKKK!!! SMAAACKKKK!!! SMAAACKKKK!!! SMAAACKKKK!!!
Each swing of the four heavy wooden spoons landed a solid smack to the stripling's sausage and Bobby went ballistic, screaming at the top of his lungs -- as much in sheer panic as in actual pain -- and yanking at his restraints with all his might.
"TELL US!" Jesse commanded.
SMAAACKKKK!!! SMAAACKKKK!!! SMAAACKKKK!!! SMAAACKKKK!!!
SMAAACKKKK!!! SMAAACKKKK!!! SMAAACKKKK!!! SMAAACKKKK!!!
SMAAACKKKK!!! SMAAACKKKK!!! SMAAACKKKK!!! SMAAACKKKK!!!
SMAAACKKKK!!! SMAAACKKKK!!! SMAAACKKKK!!! SMAAACKKKK!!!
The painful punishment to the pubescent pecker became a game of who could nail the moving target and land the loudest slap to the wildly swinging pendulum by connecting the wood precisely with the right timing and at the right angle for maximum impact as each giggling girl delivered a long lambasting of the lad's licorice stick. Bobby was too busy screaming at the top of his lungs to give any kind answer even if he wanted to, but they didn't care. They wanted to have some fun first. Finally the girls paused and admired their handiwork His entire south pole was bright red with ridged welts and the tenderized mushroom head was swollen and throbbed with an angry purple glow.
"OOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW," Bobby stared in at his ding-dong with wide eyes of disbelief.
"Tell us!" Jesse ordered.
"I... I... I... "
Suzie had gone back to the mini-fridge, looking for more ice cream in the freezer section, and suddenly her eyes fell on something that gave her an idea. "Oh girls! Come check this out."
They all gathered around the open door, whispering and giggling, blocking Bobby's view as he desperately tried to get a glimpse of what they were planning. They kept their find secretive as they moved toward the microwave. Bobby heard electronic beeps and then a steady hum as something was obviously heating up. Courtney moved back into position and set up the camera angle with a wickedly delighted smile on her face.
"What?!" Bobby blurted out. "Whadya gonna do?"
The microwave dinged a cheerful signal that the heated treat was ready. Jesse put on an oven mitt, reached inside, and then turned to the tautly tied up teen. In her hand was a Hot Pocket. She held it gingerly as Suzie snipped off the top edge. White steam billowed up from the top of the hot cylindrical snack as she moved over to Bobby's baton.
"NOOOOO!" Bobby wailed. "YOU CAN'T! YOU CAAAAAANNNNN'T"
"What is the password, Bobby?" Jesse asked in a quiet, sexy voice.
She tilted the Hot Pocket and he could see the thick gooey filling bubbling. She let a large dollop drop onto his chestnuts and he screamed.
"AAAAOOOWWWWW FUUUUUUUUUUUUCKKKKKKK!" he jounced on the countertop.
"One last chance," Jesse warned. "Or this going right onto your dick. Five... four... three... two... one... okay. Here it comes..."
"VOLCANOPUSSY!" Jesse ejaculated the word.
The girls looked at each other in disbelief.
"Excuse me?" Courtney asked.
"Volcanopussy. That's his password. It's a thing that you do to a girl with icy hot and..."
"That's enough," Jesse interrupted. "We get the idea. Check it out Suzie. We already know Jake's login is BigTool4U"
Suzie went onto a laptop and quickly tapped into a cloud account. "We're in... and man is this dude seriously a freak."
Jesse turned away from Bobby's stretched out body.
"Okay, so you'll untie me now?" Bobby asked. "I get to go?"
Suddenly he heard the electronic beeps of the microwave again. And then the hum.
"Oh fuck... you said you'd let me go. You can't do this!"
The microwave dinged. Jesse reached in and scooped out the Hot Pocket, now fully reheated again, and she turned to Bobby with a big smile. "You are so stupid."
Tammy and Kami each took a side and with sharp fingernails positioned the cadet's crayon straight up in the air.
"Please, I'm begging you.... I'll do anything... "
"With the video of you giving us Jake's password," Jesse nodded to Courtney, "I'm pretty sure we've got that locked up. Now comes the money shot."
"PleasePleasePleasePleasePlease.... PLEEEEEEEAAAAZZZZZZZZZZZ," Bobby begged with terrified eyes.
Jesse brought the Hot Pocket closer and closer to the kid's candy cane, and then in one quick move pushed the piping hot pastry firmly down on the dude's drumstick and drilled it all the way to the base.
"Ahhhh.... Ahhhh... " Bobby's eyes squeezed shut, his mouth opened wide, and his burning boner began to quiver and quake and then start bouncing up and down faster and faster as his nether region began rocking in a useless effort to earn release from the heat. "AAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIIIIIIIIIII IIIIIIII"
All the girls stepped back and laughed their asses off in fascination as Bobby's butt bounced hard up and down on the countertop with incredible speed, his hollering hitting all time heights, his Hot Pocket-covered rocket rollicking in all directions, but the punishing pastry was glued on fast with a furious heat that turned the boy's bratwurst into a nuclear weenie roast. It took five minutes before the incandescent tart started to cool down and Bobby's bawling finally abated.
"Wow," Courtney said. "We're going to make a million dollars selling that online."
"And more importantly," Jesse said with a sudden serious conviction, "we are going to nail Jake now that we got his password."
"Uhmmmm," Bobby whispered weakly, "you won't tell him, right?"
Courtney flipped off her phone. "Your balls belong to us for life, loser!"
"Soooo.... you got what you wanted, right? I can go?"
"Oh Bobby," Jesse shook her head slowly. "We have just one more game for you."
The sloppy Hot Pocket was roughly cleaned off Bobby's stick shift with a couple of dry bristly dish brushes by the delighted pair of twins, Tammy and Kami. The other three girls set up a Wii station at the end of the game room where a giant screen covered the far wall. Bobby was then untied and dragged over to the Wii station and laid out on the floor -- his ankles and wrists were tied to lanyards and pulled taut so he was stretched out as far as he could go. Suzie dangled a small leather strap over his face.
"Testicle strap," she said when his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. She bent over and snapped it in place so the boy's blueberries now bulged out between his legs. Twine was tied to the strap and thrown over a ceiling beam. When the twine was pulled tight, the tyke's tater tots were stretched up precariously above the rest of his prone body.
"This is the game we like to play loooooong into the night," Jesse said and she flipped the on button of the console. Bobby arched his head back so he could see what was coming up on the jumbo screen.
"Oh fuck," was all that he could manage to mutter.
A glowing green golf course came up on the Wii display and then zoomed to the tee of the first hole. Bobby then looked back at the girls and saw what they held in their hands.
"Oh FUCK!!!!"
Their Wii remotes were modified. The hand unit was taped to a long rod and at the end of the rod was a thick slab of rubber cut from a car tire. They could stand and "swing the club" and have the action register perfectly on the Wii screen.
"Honors goes to the hostess with the mostest," Suzie said, bowing to Jesse.
Jesse stepped forward, set her Wii club in place so the rubber slab pressed against Bobby's perfectly positioned pecans. The boy was whimpering in anticipation of the first strike. Jesse gave the punk's junk a few taps to make certain her stance was correct, producing a few squeaks of primal fear. Then Jesse raised the club high and over her shoulder, twisting her torso to get extra torque, and swung fast and hard. The rubber racked the runt's radishes with a direct hit and released a loud, sharp WHACK!!!!
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" screamed Bobby as white lighting exploded in his groin and shot straight up his spine to his brain. The scream turned in to sobs as Jesse stepped back and watched the Wii golf ball on the screen sail through the air a hundred yards and land nicely on the green of the first hole.
"Nice shot!" Suzie nodded.
Jesse looked down at the whimpering whelp stretched out at her feet as the girls broke out cokes and red bull from the fridge and kicked on the party music full blast.
"Oh, Bobbeeeeeee," Jesse said in a sing-song voice. "We have one more surprise for you."
Bobby's eyes filled with tears when he saw what Courtney handed to Jesse -- a bright pink jumbo dildo with a monstrous large head.
"And just to let you know, it's going to be an all-nighter. We'll lend you some special clothes you can wear when we all go back across the street to school tomorrow morning. We'll be escorting you to make sure your butt-buddy stays in place when we're having breakfast together at the cafeteria and then we'll get you to your 1st period class and sitting in your seat before we let you enjoy the rest of your day on your own. Good luck finding a place where you can figure out where to pull it out without being seen. And you better not say anything to Jake that'll scare him off. You keep your mouth shut, and the video stays private. But of course you can tell all your little friends about how you got some real deep penetration tonight."
Bobby's ankles were untied, spread wide and pulled back until they touched his shoulders. The twine pulling hard up on his balls stayed tightly in place. The giant dong's entry into the dude's derriere was rough, hard and took a long time with a lot of hollering on Bobby's part. When it was finally pounded into place full bore, they secured it in place with shipping tape and secured his legs back in place stretched out again. Jesse picked up her "golf club" and set up for her next shot. Five girls fueled by a fridge full of coke and red bull hammered Bobby's golf balls until it was 6AM and time for school.
1. First Time Story (lamely named, I'll admit)
2. Jesse's Garage
3. Jesse's Gym Shower
4. Jesse's Cactus Patch
5. Jesse's Game Room - Part 1
6. Jesse's Game Room - Part 2: Dinner Break
and now...
7. Jesse's Game Room - Part 3: Password
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"Okay Bobby, ready to go back to the game room for some more playtime?"
Jesse stood over the sniveling stripling with her fists on her hips. He was laying nude on the lawn next to the picnic table, face up, completely powerless to make any protest after his painful dinner break. The girls had stripped him bare after his ordeal, relieved his backside of it's burden, and washed him off with a garden hose. After Suzie and soccer team had delivered the prolonged pounding to his pecans, he was completely spent.
"Nooooo..... morrrrrre.... pleazzzzzzzze...." he weakly whimpered as he looked up at his tormentor. The tall blond girl's legs were purposefully spread astride his head and he saw her soft pink panties peeking at him through the loose legs of her running shorts. Her perky tits pointed out above his watering eyes, looking like they were about to bust out of her tight white blouse. The icy blue eyes stared down at him with amusement.
"Oh we have a few more games to play," Jesse said. She walked to his side and flipped him over with her foot so he was face down. Then she grabbed his ankles and lifted them up, spreading his legs apart. "Next game is a wheelbarrow race back to my house."
Courtney was ready with the camera, and Kami and Tammy and the soccer girls stood on each side of the bare-assed braggart to see what was going to happen to him.
"Up on your hands," Jesse said.
"I caaaaaaaan't," Bobby whined.
"Then let's see if I can give you some motivation."
Jesse lifted his legs higher and spread them even further apart, her right leg cocked back, and then it swung forward hard and fast and her foot nailed the fledgling's figs.
WHAM!!!
"AAAAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWRRRRRRRRRRRRRR," Bobby's torso twisted into the ground as Jesse kept his legs held up and apart with his peach pits perfectly placed for his upcoming nut-pounding.
"UP ON YOUR HANDS!" Jesse grinned. "I said it was a wheelbarrow race. You're racing against the clock. Your junk gets racked every twenty seconds. You better get your balls in motion!"
Susie started her timer on her clock. But Bobby couldn't do anything but involuntarily grip his gonads and groan in pain. Finally Susie called "Time!" Jesse nodded for Kami and Tammy to pull Bobby's hands away from his hazelnuts. The big girl's powerful leg swung back for full momentum and then the nike swooshed forward and up hard between the hapless lad's legs and landing solidly into his lemondrops.
WHAM!!!
"OOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH," Bobby's body writhed in pain and screwed his chest even deeper into the grass. His hands instinctively yanked themselves out of the girls' grasp and gripped his gumballs even harder.
"This is going to be a long night, Bobby," Jesse warned. "Get moving."
Bobby groaned and it took all his willpower to do a weak pushup on limp arms and struggle forward a few feet before Susie yelled out "Time!"
WHAM!!!
The mischievous girl's groin shot got Bobby right in the grapes and his arms turned into spaghetti and down he went again, his face grinding into the grass.
"UP!" Jesse commanded.
The stripling struggled to straighten his arms and lift his chest and gain another two yards before Susie called time and Jesse's sneaker struck hard soundly into the stripling's softballs again, sending him once again into the ground. It was only twenty yards to Suzie's gate and another thirty yards to Jesse's game room door, but it would take over fifteen minutes and more than forty-five full-force kick shots to Bobby's sorenutz before the wheelbarrow race was over. The entire troop of soccer girls giggled through the ordeal as they followed him to the stairs that led down to Jesse's game room. Susie insisted the soccer team had to go home now, but she joined the foursome for the late evening entertainment.
Tammy and Kami scooped up the limp lad by both arms and hauled him roughly down the stairs and through the doorway into the play area that had already seen a long afternoon of punishing pool balls painfully caroming off his caramels.
"This has all been warm up. Now we're going to get to the REAL punishment," Jesse smiled as Bobby was laid face up on the countertop that partitioned out a portion of the game room for the small kitchenette for snacking. As he was tied spread eagle with his wrists and ankles laced tautly to the counter legs, the girls poked their heads into the mini-fridge to help themselves to cokes and chocolate pudding and coffee ice-cream. Now it was time for Bobby's just desserts.
The boy's eyes opened wide as Courtney positioned herself with the iphone camera at the end of the counter, shooting up between his spread legs, while the other girls lined up two to each side of him, wielding very large and very thick wooden spoons. They purposefully slapped the heavy heads of their wicked sticks on the palms of their hands... both to let him know what was about to come and to mock him for his fist-pounding bravado he performed for his friends that morning when he bragged that he was going to nail Jesse with "deep penetration." Now he just whimpered and looked down the length of his torso towards Courtney's camera. His little pencil dick was still hard as lead, but his nutsack was swollen, bright red and throbbing in pain from the wheelbarrow drubbing.
"No more... I can't take any more..." Bobby gasped.
"It's up to you," Jesse smiled sweetly and leaned over him so her beautiful boobs swayed hypnotically above his face. "Just say the right word and we'll untie you."
"Huh?"
Jesse gingerly placed her wooden spoon on the gamin's gumdrops and applied gentle pressure. The pain that shot through Bobby's body made him give a loud moan.
"Oh... if that little love tap hurts you so much, imagine what it's going to feel like if we go to town on your downtown."
"I don't understand... what do I have to do?"
Jesse leaned even farther down so the tips of her tits brushed against Bobby's lips. "One little word... the password to Jake's computer."
"Wha... wha... what do you mean?" Bobby stammered. "How would I know Jake's password?"
"Wrong answer!" Jesse said gleefully. "Let him have it! One minute on the clock."
Four wooden whackers went up high in the air and came down one after the other with loud "whoosh" sounds whipping through the air right before final impact, smacking into the woeful whippersnapper's walnuts in sharp, fast repetition.
SMAAACKKKK!!! SMAAACKKKK!!! SMAAACKKKK!!! SMAAACKKKK!!!
And just as the fourth whack walloped the junior jackass's jujubees, the first wooden spoon was cocked back, aimed, and ready to fire another round. Bobby got a non-stop barrage of brutal blows to his bare bonbons for a full minute.
SMAAACKKKK!!! SMAAACKKKK!!! SMAAACKKKK!!! SMAAACKKKK!!!
SMAAACKKKK!!! SMAAACKKKK!!! SMAAACKKKK!!! SMAAACKKKK!!!
SMAAACKKKK!!! SMAAACKKKK!!! SMAAACKKKK!!! SMAAACKKKK!!!
SMAAACKKKK!!! SMAAACKKKK!!! SMAAACKKKK!!! SMAAACKKKK!!!
SMAAACKKKK!!! SMAAACKKKK!!! SMAAACKKKK!!! SMAAACKKKK!!!
SMAAACKKKK!!! SMAAACKKKK!!! SMAAACKKKK!!! SMAAACKKKK!!!
SMAAACKKKK!!! SMAAACKKKK!!! SMAAACKKKK!!! SMAAACKKKK!!!
SMAAACKKKK!!! SMAAACKKKK!!! SMAAACKKKK!!! SMAAACKKKK!!!
Finally Courtney called time and the girls stepped back and watched with amusement as the teen's torso continued to twist and heave until Bobby's wailing subsided to a simpering sob.
"Think very carefully before you give us your next answer," Jesse said with a sharp tone in her voice and hard smack of the wooden spoon to her palm. "You are Jake's best buddy. Of course you know his password. You're probably the only one who knows it and we had to go through the list of the other losers to get them to lower your guard and make you think you'd actually have a chance to get your virgin rocks off with me. It's been a long trip to get you stupid enough to come here by yourself and put your balls on this table. The only thing that we want is Jake's password. And we're going to get it, even if it takes all night long. Tell us the password."
"Even if I did know it... he'll do ten times worst to me if he finds out."
Jesse's eyes lit up. "So you do know it!"
"I caaaaaaaan't....." Bobby whined.
"Tell me, you little turd," Jesse playfully swung the wooden spoon just above Bobby's groin to give him a reminder of what was to come. "Tell me or we're going to scramble your eggs for FIVE minutes."
Bobby's rock-hard lollipop leapt up a little bit more at that thought, and Jesse's mean mini-paddle accidentally popped the pup's pink tip.
"NOOO!!!!" Bobby screeched a little more frantically than they had ever heard even when he was getting the worst of what they had dished out to him that night. "NOT MY DICK!!! NOT MY DICK!!! NOT MY DICK!!!" And then he clamped his mouth tight, realizing what he had just given away.
The girls exchanged smiles. They had finally found the crack in the kid's armor.
SMAAACKKKK!!! SMAAACKKKK!!! SMAAACKKKK!!! SMAAACKKKK!!!
Each swing of the four heavy wooden spoons landed a solid smack to the stripling's sausage and Bobby went ballistic, screaming at the top of his lungs -- as much in sheer panic as in actual pain -- and yanking at his restraints with all his might.
"TELL US!" Jesse commanded.
SMAAACKKKK!!! SMAAACKKKK!!! SMAAACKKKK!!! SMAAACKKKK!!!
SMAAACKKKK!!! SMAAACKKKK!!! SMAAACKKKK!!! SMAAACKKKK!!!
SMAAACKKKK!!! SMAAACKKKK!!! SMAAACKKKK!!! SMAAACKKKK!!!
SMAAACKKKK!!! SMAAACKKKK!!! SMAAACKKKK!!! SMAAACKKKK!!!
The painful punishment to the pubescent pecker became a game of who could nail the moving target and land the loudest slap to the wildly swinging pendulum by connecting the wood precisely with the right timing and at the right angle for maximum impact as each giggling girl delivered a long lambasting of the lad's licorice stick. Bobby was too busy screaming at the top of his lungs to give any kind answer even if he wanted to, but they didn't care. They wanted to have some fun first. Finally the girls paused and admired their handiwork His entire south pole was bright red with ridged welts and the tenderized mushroom head was swollen and throbbed with an angry purple glow.
"OOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW," Bobby stared in at his ding-dong with wide eyes of disbelief.
"Tell us!" Jesse ordered.
"I... I... I... "
Suzie had gone back to the mini-fridge, looking for more ice cream in the freezer section, and suddenly her eyes fell on something that gave her an idea. "Oh girls! Come check this out."
They all gathered around the open door, whispering and giggling, blocking Bobby's view as he desperately tried to get a glimpse of what they were planning. They kept their find secretive as they moved toward the microwave. Bobby heard electronic beeps and then a steady hum as something was obviously heating up. Courtney moved back into position and set up the camera angle with a wickedly delighted smile on her face.
"What?!" Bobby blurted out. "Whadya gonna do?"
The microwave dinged a cheerful signal that the heated treat was ready. Jesse put on an oven mitt, reached inside, and then turned to the tautly tied up teen. In her hand was a Hot Pocket. She held it gingerly as Suzie snipped off the top edge. White steam billowed up from the top of the hot cylindrical snack as she moved over to Bobby's baton.
"NOOOOO!" Bobby wailed. "YOU CAN'T! YOU CAAAAAANNNNN'T"
"What is the password, Bobby?" Jesse asked in a quiet, sexy voice.
She tilted the Hot Pocket and he could see the thick gooey filling bubbling. She let a large dollop drop onto his chestnuts and he screamed.
"AAAAOOOWWWWW FUUUUUUUUUUUUCKKKKKKK!" he jounced on the countertop.
"One last chance," Jesse warned. "Or this going right onto your dick. Five... four... three... two... one... okay. Here it comes..."
"VOLCANOPUSSY!" Jesse ejaculated the word.
The girls looked at each other in disbelief.
"Excuse me?" Courtney asked.
"Volcanopussy. That's his password. It's a thing that you do to a girl with icy hot and..."
"That's enough," Jesse interrupted. "We get the idea. Check it out Suzie. We already know Jake's login is BigTool4U"
Suzie went onto a laptop and quickly tapped into a cloud account. "We're in... and man is this dude seriously a freak."
Jesse turned away from Bobby's stretched out body.
"Okay, so you'll untie me now?" Bobby asked. "I get to go?"
Suddenly he heard the electronic beeps of the microwave again. And then the hum.
"Oh fuck... you said you'd let me go. You can't do this!"
The microwave dinged. Jesse reached in and scooped out the Hot Pocket, now fully reheated again, and she turned to Bobby with a big smile. "You are so stupid."
Tammy and Kami each took a side and with sharp fingernails positioned the cadet's crayon straight up in the air.
"Please, I'm begging you.... I'll do anything... "
"With the video of you giving us Jake's password," Jesse nodded to Courtney, "I'm pretty sure we've got that locked up. Now comes the money shot."
"PleasePleasePleasePleasePlease.... PLEEEEEEEAAAAZZZZZZZZZZZ," Bobby begged with terrified eyes.
Jesse brought the Hot Pocket closer and closer to the kid's candy cane, and then in one quick move pushed the piping hot pastry firmly down on the dude's drumstick and drilled it all the way to the base.
"Ahhhh.... Ahhhh... " Bobby's eyes squeezed shut, his mouth opened wide, and his burning boner began to quiver and quake and then start bouncing up and down faster and faster as his nether region began rocking in a useless effort to earn release from the heat. "AAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIIIIIIIIIII IIIIIIII"
All the girls stepped back and laughed their asses off in fascination as Bobby's butt bounced hard up and down on the countertop with incredible speed, his hollering hitting all time heights, his Hot Pocket-covered rocket rollicking in all directions, but the punishing pastry was glued on fast with a furious heat that turned the boy's bratwurst into a nuclear weenie roast. It took five minutes before the incandescent tart started to cool down and Bobby's bawling finally abated.
"Wow," Courtney said. "We're going to make a million dollars selling that online."
"And more importantly," Jesse said with a sudden serious conviction, "we are going to nail Jake now that we got his password."
"Uhmmmm," Bobby whispered weakly, "you won't tell him, right?"
Courtney flipped off her phone. "Your balls belong to us for life, loser!"
"Soooo.... you got what you wanted, right? I can go?"
"Oh Bobby," Jesse shook her head slowly. "We have just one more game for you."
The sloppy Hot Pocket was roughly cleaned off Bobby's stick shift with a couple of dry bristly dish brushes by the delighted pair of twins, Tammy and Kami. The other three girls set up a Wii station at the end of the game room where a giant screen covered the far wall. Bobby was then untied and dragged over to the Wii station and laid out on the floor -- his ankles and wrists were tied to lanyards and pulled taut so he was stretched out as far as he could go. Suzie dangled a small leather strap over his face.
"Testicle strap," she said when his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. She bent over and snapped it in place so the boy's blueberries now bulged out between his legs. Twine was tied to the strap and thrown over a ceiling beam. When the twine was pulled tight, the tyke's tater tots were stretched up precariously above the rest of his prone body.
"This is the game we like to play loooooong into the night," Jesse said and she flipped the on button of the console. Bobby arched his head back so he could see what was coming up on the jumbo screen.
"Oh fuck," was all that he could manage to mutter.
A glowing green golf course came up on the Wii display and then zoomed to the tee of the first hole. Bobby then looked back at the girls and saw what they held in their hands.
"Oh FUCK!!!!"
Their Wii remotes were modified. The hand unit was taped to a long rod and at the end of the rod was a thick slab of rubber cut from a car tire. They could stand and "swing the club" and have the action register perfectly on the Wii screen.
"Honors goes to the hostess with the mostest," Suzie said, bowing to Jesse.
Jesse stepped forward, set her Wii club in place so the rubber slab pressed against Bobby's perfectly positioned pecans. The boy was whimpering in anticipation of the first strike. Jesse gave the punk's junk a few taps to make certain her stance was correct, producing a few squeaks of primal fear. Then Jesse raised the club high and over her shoulder, twisting her torso to get extra torque, and swung fast and hard. The rubber racked the runt's radishes with a direct hit and released a loud, sharp WHACK!!!!
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" screamed Bobby as white lighting exploded in his groin and shot straight up his spine to his brain. The scream turned in to sobs as Jesse stepped back and watched the Wii golf ball on the screen sail through the air a hundred yards and land nicely on the green of the first hole.
"Nice shot!" Suzie nodded.
Jesse looked down at the whimpering whelp stretched out at her feet as the girls broke out cokes and red bull from the fridge and kicked on the party music full blast.
"Oh, Bobbeeeeeee," Jesse said in a sing-song voice. "We have one more surprise for you."
Bobby's eyes filled with tears when he saw what Courtney handed to Jesse -- a bright pink jumbo dildo with a monstrous large head.
"And just to let you know, it's going to be an all-nighter. We'll lend you some special clothes you can wear when we all go back across the street to school tomorrow morning. We'll be escorting you to make sure your butt-buddy stays in place when we're having breakfast together at the cafeteria and then we'll get you to your 1st period class and sitting in your seat before we let you enjoy the rest of your day on your own. Good luck finding a place where you can figure out where to pull it out without being seen. And you better not say anything to Jake that'll scare him off. You keep your mouth shut, and the video stays private. But of course you can tell all your little friends about how you got some real deep penetration tonight."
Bobby's ankles were untied, spread wide and pulled back until they touched his shoulders. The twine pulling hard up on his balls stayed tightly in place. The giant dong's entry into the dude's derriere was rough, hard and took a long time with a lot of hollering on Bobby's part. When it was finally pounded into place full bore, they secured it in place with shipping tape and secured his legs back in place stretched out again. Jesse picked up her "golf club" and set up for her next shot. Five girls fueled by a fridge full of coke and red bull hammered Bobby's golf balls until it was 6AM and time for school.