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Tim and his sister's birthday party (g+/t, bond, mast, nc)

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The following story is purely a work of fiction. It contains scenes of
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fantasy, a delightful one but still a fantasy. Any resemblance to any
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"I'm sorry, son, I have to go to the hospital. I just heard our next
door neighbor has met with an accident and someone has to drive her,"
Mrs. Mulligan said to her fourteen-year old son Tim. She sighed. This
accident was very ill timed. She viewed the living room, which looked
very festively. Chinese lanterns were hung from the ceiling, colorful
garlands stretched from one point of the room to another, balloons lay
around everywhere. And then there were of course the guests: some
seven or eight girls, varying from 10 to 12 years old, all in their
festive cloths, seated around the table which was laid out with all
kind of refreshments, snacks and drinks. In short: everything was
ready for her twelve-year-old daughter's birthday.

"But.. but.." Timmy looked around in bewilderment. "Mom!! Surely you
cannot leave me alone with... them." He waved his right arm in the
direction of the company of small girls. They were sitting silently on
their chairs, looking very innocently, and waiting what was in store
for them.

"I'm afraid I have to, darling," Mrs. Mulligan sighed again. "I'm
awfully sorry, but I will be back as soon as I can."

"And when will that be?" Tim asked sullen.

"Well, if traffic isn't too bad I think I can manage in two, maybe
three hours."

"MOMMMM!' Tim pleaded. "Can't Susan take care of her own friends, it
is HER birthday. I am supposed to go to soccer training at three
o'clock."

"No, dear, and that's final: you'll have to supervise the party. But
they will be sweet, won't you girls?" Mrs. Mulligan looked at the
guests who all nodded silently. But Tim saw some eyes sparkle with an
air of mischief.

"But surely I don't have to stay around with them all the time, do I
mom? I can stay in my own room and just have a look from time to
time?" he pleaded on.

"No, you stay down here with the girls. And what is so bad about that
after all? You can join in with some of the plays I've prepared for
them."

"MOM! They play CHILDISH plays. If my friends find out I've played
with little girls..." Tim shivered and had a look on his face as if he
was on the verge of running away.

"Well, I'll have to go now. Be nice, children. Have a little mercy on
Tim and do as he says. He is in charge now, don't forget that. Sorry
Susan I have to go but..." and Mrs. Mulligan ran out of the door,
still mumbling excuses.

The room was silent for a while until the front door was heard
closing. Then, as if on an agreed sign, all children sprang out of
their chairs and started to shout and to cry, so that Tim had to cover
his ears with his hands. "Be quiet, you bunch of morons!" he shouted
and began to put the children back in their chairs. After a few
minutes he had managed to get all girls back at the table again and a
reasonable quietness had returned.

"Now, eat and drink and be silent," Tim said. He turned his back to
the bunch of girls and sat down on the couch on the other side of the
living room. He took the remote and started zapping. Soon he found a
comedy he liked and he watched it for a while.

It was not until the show was over that he realized it was a bit too
quiet in the room. `Those girls are supposed to make some noise at
least,' he thought, so he turned his head to look at the table. With
eyes full of expectation the girls were all looking back at him in
silence. Tim quickly looked himself over. Was there something to see?
Was his fly open or so? Everything seemed to be all right, so he said
angrily "what are you all looking at, morons? Why don't you play one
of your silly games or so?"

"We were waiting for you to play with us," Karin answered. Karin was a
girl Tim hadn't seen often before. She had only recently moved to the
neighborhood. She was the only one of Susan's friends however, that
Tim actually liked. She looked older than her age, which was one
advantage she had on the rest. Besides that she looked pretty. Tim
hesitated. His mom had asked him to be nice to the girls and play with
them. And this Karin girl really looked nice..

"OK then, girls," Tim sighed and stood up from the couch. He walked
towards the circle of guests that were waiting for him. "What do you
want to play?" He failed to notice how the girls looked at his young,
male body with greedy eyes. It might have given him a forewarning.

"Well, we have this new game," Karin said while she smiled at Tim
(`she's really quite attractive when she smiles', he thought.
`Beautiful eyes too'). "But we don't know whether you'll have the guts
to play it."

"The guts to play it? If you girls dare to play it, then I certainly
will," Tim snored. "What is it?" He took an extra chair and joined the
circle. He hoped none of his friends would look thru the window just
now and see him sitting in the company of all these little girls.

"It's called `Catch the Spy'," his sister answered. "I've got it from
Karin for my birthday. We can play it all together. You throw a dice
and then take a card and answer the question written on it. When your
answer is right, you multiply the number on the card with the number
on the dice. At the end of the round the one with the lowest number of
points is the `spy'. He is handcuffed and blindfolded (she waved with
a pair of toy handcuffs and a black eye mask that came with the game)
and has to perform a certain task to be set free again. If he cannot
fulfill the task he'll receive a punishment. It's fun, you'll see,"
his sister concluded.

Tim failed to notice that Susan only spoke of `he' when talking about
losing the game, as if it was impossible for the girls to loose too.

To Tim the game didn't seem much fun, but he decided to go thru with
it, mostly because Karin was shuffling the cards now. From time to
time she let one drop to the floor and when she bent down to pick it
up, Tim could look a bit into her shirt, just enough to make out she
had already some nice budding breasts. He felt a bit of tension in
front of his trousers.

"OK. Let's play dice!" Karin said and the game was on. Tim wasn't very
lucky. He got all the cards with difficult questions (who the hell
knew what an `acaleph' was, for example) and in the end he and a small
girl named Sue ended last with the same amount of points. The rest of
the girls laughed and clapped their hands, because this meant a `shoot
out' between the two.

"Ok," Karin said and took a special card, "Listen carefully: he who is
the last to fulfill this task loses the game. `Take off both your
shoes and place them on the table'." Tim immediately bent over to
untie his shoelaces, when he saw that Sue already put her shoes on the
table.

"Shit! How did you do that so fast? You have shoelaces too." he asked
her annoyed.

"Oh, my shoes were squeezing a bit, so I had already taken them off
during the game," she shined with pride.

"I'm sorry, Tim," Karin said, "it seemed you've lost this round. We
have to tie you up now, and see if you can free yourself again."

Tim wasn't all too happy with all this but he felt he couldn't back
out now, so he let the girls put the handcuffs around his wrists. When
they had locked them he tried them out a bit to see if he could get
free, but they seemed solid enough.

"Now I'll blindfold you and then I will read out your task," Karin
said. She stepped behind Tim and put the eye mask on. Tim began to
feel a bit uncomfortable. He couldn't see a thing any more and his
hands were restrained. Then he felt how the handcuffs were removed.
His arms were suddenly pulled backwards so that they were now behind
his back. Then the handcuffs were fastened again.

"Hey!" Tim protested. He tried to stand up, but they had managed to
connect the handcuffs to the chair.

"Sorry. I just read in the rules of the game that you have to have
your arms tied up behind your back." Karin answered him.

Suddenly he felt how some tiny hands grabbed his ankles and shoved his
feet against the legs of the chair he was sitting on and began to put
rope around them. Before he realized what the girls were up to his
legs were properly immobilized.

"I suppose that's in the rules too then. Let's get it over with: tell
me what I have to do," he said impatiently, expecting some other
foolish task like the one before with his shoes.

"Let's see," he heard Karin say, "the card reads: `try to remove all
your cloths while being handcuffed and blindfolded'. OK. Go ahead."

"Wait a minute," Tim said, "You don't expect me to undress before all
you girls. Give me another task. Take another card!"

"I'm afraid we have to stick to the rules, Tim," he heard Karin
answer.

"I cannot believe that such a task is written on the card. Let me see
it."

"Ok," Karin said, "here it is, right before your eyes."

"Take my blindfold off, stupid. How am I supposed to read it?" Tim
said angry.

"Cannot do that, Tim, it's against the rules you know," Karin said,
"so c`mon: go ahead with it."

"I never do such a thing," Tim said, "I have enough of this game
anyway. Untie me!"

"We are waiting," Karin answered in a quasi-annoyed tone and he heard
the other girls laugh and backing her up. He began to try to get the
handcuffs off, but he only hurt his wrists in the process. His legs
were also properly tied up, so he decided just to do nothing at all
and see what would happen. The girls would have to untie him soon of
course.

"Well?" Karin asked, "are you gonna try or what?" 

"No. I will not obey such a ridiculous instruction." 

`Ok. Your choice. Let's see what the punishment is for not performing
the task. The card reads: `if the task is not fulfilled, the other
participants are to help the `spy' to fulfill it.' Well girls: no big
deal. Let's get him stripped."

"Don't you dare!" Tim yelled, "Untie me now!" Then he felt hands
pulling at his t-shirt. "Get off me!" he shrieked in a high voice. But
he felt how his shirt was pulled upwards, over his head and down his
arms. Because of the handcuffs the shirt couldn't come off completely,
but it now hang bunched up around his hands. Tim felt a cool breeze
striking over his naked torso.

"You had your fun! End this now. I'll have to inform mom you know.
Don't forget I'm in charge here." He uttered all kind of threats to
the girls. But he suddenly shrank when he felt some hands moving
around the waistband of his jeans.

"Leave that alone! Don't you dare touch my pants. I'll tell mom!" 

All in vain. He felt how the button of his jeans was opened and then
the zipper was pulled down. He began to wriggle and to squirm in order
to prevent the girls from pulling his jeans down, but they were with
too many. Some held him in place while others pulled his trousers down
to his ankles. Soon he was sitting on his chair with virtually nothing
on but his underpants. He blessed himself they were boxer shorts and
not briefs.

But for the rest Tim realized he had not many blessings left. Here he
sat almost naked before a bunch of little girls! Tim was very
self-conscious about his body, caused by the fact that he didn't think
his teenage body looked too good. He considered himself too skinny,
and muscles were lacking in important areas like his arms and his
legs. When he looked at himself in the mirror (as he did each time he
took a shower) he was always struck by the thought that his penis
seemed to belong to a much more mature body. It was as if his dick had
taken a grow spurt on its own and was now waiting for the rest of his
body to pull up. This effect was heightened by the fact that in the
last few months quite a mass of blond pubic hair had grown around the
base of his cock, be it still fine and fluffy in structure. A few
weeks ago his mother accidentally had entered the bathroom just when
he was posing again before the mirror. She had immediately excused
herself, but later that day she had made a remark that she was
surprised he had grown so much lately. And her wink made it clear to
him that she didn't mean his body height. He had blushed, but
considered it a confirmation of his own thoughts. `Well, luckily the
girls won't dare to look at my penis,' he thought relieved.

So he felt very uneasy, sitting in his chair and being forced to show
off his immature body. He heard how the girls were commenting on his
body and he noticed they didn't fail to point out its defects. "He is
so thin," one girl said, "so long and thin." "Yeah, I thought boys
were supposed to be very muscular," another voice said. He felt some
warm, sweaty hands stroking parts of his body like his tummy and his
thighs. Since he was ticklish he giggled and tried to squirm away from
their hands.

"He, girls, I think he can't stand to be tickled," he heard Sue say.
That provoked a lot more hands poking and stroking his almost naked
body.

"Stop!!! Oh no, stop. Don't.. do.. that.. Nooo..!! Pleeeeeease!" he
stammered, laughing and giggling and squirming. But the hands didn't
stop and he laughed and hiccupped and could hardly breathe any more.
After a few minutes he heard Karin say: "Ok girls, stop it, I think
he's had enough for now." So the small hands stopped tormenting his
body and Tim got the chance to recover a bit. Shit! He suddenly
realized the excitement of being tickled had given him a boner. He
hoped the bulge wouldn't be too obvious but because of his eye mask he
couldn't check that himself. So he just tried to push his groin as far
backwards as possible in the chair and he bent his upper body forward
to cover things up. Maybe he would get away wi..

"Eeeeh!" one of the girls shrieked, "look at his pants!" 

Tim groaned. In his mind he could just imagine how one of the tiny
girls stood in front of him, eyes and mouth wide open, arm stretched
out and pointing her index finger to his swollen groin. He heard how
an excited murmur started among the girls and he desperately pulled at
his ropes and handcuffs.

"Let me go!" he shouted, "let me out of here, you morons, you have no
right to do this!" But the girls seemed to be thinking otherwise.

"What do you think, Susan," he heard Karin ask, "should we go all the
way with your brother?"

"Susan! Tell them to stop it right here! Watch it! I'll tell mom!" Tim
cried out.

"I think we have to stick to the rules of the game," his sister
answered, "and it is clearly stated `all your clothes'. Boner or no
boner (she giggled). So let's go ahead."

"NOOOOOOOOO," Tim shouted. He felt how two hands (Karin's? His
sister's?) took hold of the waistband of his boxer shorts and started
to pull them down slowly. Tim felt how his boner was taken a bit down
with the material of his boxer's, but then, when it popped free, it
just sprang up and stood proudly pointing upwards against his belly.
He heard a gasp going round the girls when they saw the thrilling
spectacle.

"Look at it! Just look at it! It's so big! Eeeh.. look, it moves a bit
on it's own!" were some of the remarks he heard. He tugged once more
in vain at his handcuffs. "And there.. at the bottom of his thing..
all that loose skin.. it looks like there are pebbels inside!" Some
giggling was heard.

"Oh, please," Tim pleaded, "you had your way. Please untie me now, I'm
so ashamed. I promise I will not tell anybody." Tears sprang in his
eyes but the girls couldn't see them because of his eye mask.

"Well, girls, I think Tim has a point there, his task is fulfilled.
What do you say: shall we untie him?" It was Susan who proposed this.

To his horror Tim heard all the other girls shout: "Nooooo!" Then a
voice (was it Sue?) said: "you promised we could also milk him and see
him shoot his stuff."

"AAAAAAAAHH!" Tim cried. "Let me go. Let me go at once, you hear. You
cannot do such a thing. I'll tell everyone what you are doing to me!"

Suddenly his eye mask was lifted and he could see again. The sight of
himself sitting naked on the chair, his big, swollen member throbbing
lightly against his belly made him shiver. He saw how the girls had
gathered all around him in a kind of semi-circle, and it was his
sister who had removed his mask.

"Now Tim, that is strange," Karin said to him, smiling viciously, "I
always understood boys don't like anything better in the world than
having girls touch their thing and make them cum. And you want us to
believe you don't want just that? I simply can't believe it!"

"Stop it! Stop it now! I forbid you to touch me!" Tim shouted. He
pulled at his bonds. "Oh! Wait till I'm free again..!"

"Oh, be quiet boy," Karin answered annoyed. "Don't be such a tight-ass
and just let's have a bit of fun. In the end it will be your word
against ours, so who would believe you anyway?" She stepped towards
him, boldly took his boner in her hand and pulled it away from his
belly. When she suddenly released it again, it plopped back against
his belly, making a funny sound. All girls giggled. Then she took his
plums in her hand and rolled them around a bit in her palm. Despite
his protests Tim got excited when he felt this cute girl playing with
his marbles, and he began to pant a bit.

"See? You like it," Karin said triumphantly. Tim only groaned and
closed his eyes. He tried in his mind to be somewhere else; far, far
away from this room and the bunch of kids. But then he felt how
Karin's warm, moist hand closed around his pole and started to make
slow up and down movements. His breath quickened. He opened his eyes
again and begged: "please stop. I am so ashamed. I'll do anything you
say."

"I'll bet you do," Karin grunted. She got excited herself, pumping
this older boy. The rest of the girls looked at the exciting spectacle
in silence, their faces flushed and their mouths hanging open a bit.
Karin gradually quickened her speed and made longer movements along
his shaft. The girls watched in amazement what effect this had on the
humiliated boy. He had closed his eyes again, his breath got ragged
and his face was beet-red. His tummy started to convulse and he began
to moan. Sweat was visible on his head and upper body. Finally he let
out two loud and low grunts.. his body tensed up.. the head of his
penis grew bigger and turned a darker shade of purple.. and suddenly
he cried out "NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" and his sticky goo sprang out of the
top of his penis and landed with audible splashes on his breast and
belly. Three.. four.. five rays of cum came out and landed partially
on Karin's pumping hand. She stopped milking the boy and stepped back.

"Jeez, Karin, that was great," Susan whispered after a while. Every
girl seemed very impressed by what they just had witnessed.

"Can I see his stuff?" Sue asked. Karin smiled and held her hand with
the remains of Tim's load on it before the greedy eyes of the other
girls. Some girls sniffed at her hand. "It smells a bit weird," Sue
said. She stuck out her finger and dipped it in some of Tim's semen.
Then she cautiously brought it to her mouth and tasted it. "Yuck!" one
of the girls said and retched. "It doesn't taste too bad," Sue said.

"Can I touch him too?" suddenly one of the smallest girls asked. 

Karin smiled and looked at the withering penis of the boy before them.
"I'm afraid you would have to wait a while before he will be ready
again. And I don't think we'll have the time for that. So I propose we
let him free. He earned it."

Looking at poor Tim it was obvious they could let him go without
fearing the boy's revenge. Tim looked fully humiliated and submitted.
So some of the girls began to untie his ankles and removed his
handcuffs. Without a word Tim stood up, pulled up his trousers and put
his t-shirt back on. Then he slowly walked up the stairs to his room.
After a while the girls heard the shower, which he used for quite some
time.

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At the end of the day Tim, his mother, Susan and her friend Karin sat
at the dinner table to enjoy Susan's birthday dinner. Tim was very
quiet and just ate some morsels of the pancakes his mother had baked.

"Are you ill or something, love?" his mother asked worried. Tim just
shook his head and looked down at his plate. "Well, just have another
pancake then," his mother said. The girls giggled softly.

"You know what is strange," his mother continued, "Mrs. Hill from next
door, she claims her accident was caused by a bunch of girls who
deliberately let her trip. I told her I just couldn't believe that, I
said. Do you girls know any other girls in the neighborhood who would
be capable of doing such an evil deed?" Susan and Karin shook their
head. They shifted a bit uneasy in their chairs though.

"Well, let us not spoil your birthday with such bad news, Susan. I
hope it was all as big as you expected?" The two girls giggled again.
"Yes, Mrs. Mulligan, it was indeed as big as you told us it would be,"
Karin answered and the two chuckled again.

Mrs. Mulligan smiled and looked at her son. "And Timmy was not
hindering you too much, I hope?"

"No, mom, he cooperated very well," Susan answered. The two girls now
laughed out loud and Karin almost fell from her chair.

"Well, you must tell me all about it. But first I think we must send
Timmy to bed. He just isn't himself tonight. I think the strain of
having to cope with all you girls was a bit too much for him."

When she had sent Timmy to bed, mom sat herself on the couch and asked
the two girls to come and sit beside her. "And now tell me if
everything went according to plan today.. "

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Timmy and his sister made peace with each other again after some time.
And Tim even became friends with Karin. The girls explained their bad
behavior towards him out of juvenile curiosity. It just had come over
them when they had seen him helplessly tied up on the chair, they
couldn't help it. But it would never happen again of course.

Well, Tim could live with that. The only thing that struck him as
strange was that whenever he came in a store where they sold children
games he never could find one called `Catch the Spy'. It sometimes
made him wonder.. but no, that just couldn't be.. could it?


The End
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