Jesse's Gameroom

Jesse's Gameroom

by rickyotk

Bobby had been bragging to all his buddies that he was going to nail Jesse long and hard. Word got to the pintsized pipsqueak that the girl of everyone's fantasies was hot and willing and now Bobby had a timeslot that afternoon to give it to her full bore in her slot. Whenever Bobby's friends asked him in class what he was going to do to her, his answer was given with a mischievous grin and a lewd punch of his right fist hard into his left palm: "deep penetration." This would always bring loud laughs from his pals.

When Jesse got wind of the boy's bragging, she also smiled -- but for a very different reason.

She told Bobby during nutrition he should go to her house across the street immediately after his last class and cut through the back yard where he would see a stairway leading down below ground to the rear entry.

"It's the game room," Jesse said.

"And you know what game I want to play," Bobby gave her a wink.

Jesse tried not to laugh in his face... that would scare him off. Instead, she moved close and let her fingers slip between his legs and started running her hand back and forth against his loose shorts. He froze like a popsicle. Jesse was the tallest girl in school and Bobby was small for his age -- that's why he was always bragging. So as he stood mortified while she fired up his spark plug, his face was confronted with two magnificent mounds that curved out against her thin white blouse with nipples popping out in sweet outline. No bra! He almost creamed his shorts right there.

"Is this the game you're thinking of?" she asked with a soft, velvet voice.

"Uhhh... uhnnnn.... uhm, yea." The dark-haired boy had to look up to see the icy blue eyes framed by the wavy blond hair towering over him.

"See you in a few hours, Bobby," She smiled and stepped away, much to his immediate relief. His cheeks were cherry red. "Hope you don't have plans tonight. It's going to be a long .... game."

Bobby nodded dumbly and spun away, practically running, and covering his crotch with his notebook out of embarrassment. But within a few minutes he was back to bragging to everyone who would listen that he was going to tap the hottest girl in school and he was giving a guarantee: "deep penetration."

When the final bell rang, he tried to look cool as he sauntered out the playground gate and across the street. All his buddies were watching him to make sure the braggart wasn't bullshitting them. He got to Jesse's house and gave his pals two thumbs up and a fast pounding of his fist into his palm to get them all to laugh. Then he disappeared around the house into the backyard.

He saw the staircase immediately and he descended all the way so that his head was below ground before he stood at the door. He knocked and was pleasantly surprised when Jesse answered the door wearing a skin-tight pair of bright yellow shorts that barely came below her hips. She was still wearing the white school blouse, but now the top three buttons were unbuttoned. His eyes strained to try to see past the loose folds of fabric.

"Trying to get a look at these?" Jesse's long red fingernail toyed with the next button.

Bobby started hyperventilating.

"Maybe you should come inside?" Jesse popped open the fourth button and stepped aside.

Bobby stumbled in through the doorway, which closed soundly behind him. He saw a pool table dominated the center of the room and a food station with a refrigerator and microwave for snacks. There was a tall staircase that rose high above his head to the door that went to the house. And at the opposite end of the room was a large TV screen with an XBox console. Bobby rushed over to the large couch by the entertainment center.

"Cool! You've got the latest Final Fantasy! You play?"

"I will kick your ass," Jesse said coolly.

"I never lose at Final Fantasy," Bobby bragged, plopping down and scooping up the controller. "Let's go!"

"Winner gets to do anything they want to the loser?" Jesse challenged.

Bobby gulped, and nodded silently.

"Let's make it interesting," Jesse stood in front of him. "We both play topless."

"Yeah!"

Bobby peeled off his t-shirt in two seconds and stared eagerly as Jesse slowly finished unbuttoning her blouse. Her busty balloons bounced before Bobby's eyes and the mesmerized mite's mouth dropped open. But he didn't realize that this would be a severe handicap for him. As Jesse sat right next to him and scooped up her controller, her tits wiggled back and forth with every movement. She started up the game, but he couldn't tear his gaze from her gazongas. And the joystick between his legs was obviously trying to punch through his shorts.

"You better pay attention," Jesse warned. "I'm already up and you haven't even started."

Bobby shook his head and tried to concentrate on the game. But between all his juice getting sucked into his gonads and the constant jiggling distraction right next to his face, he didn't have a chance. In very short time, he was toast. Jesse stood up and stretched above him, as he stared up in awe.

"Time for you to pay up," she smiled.

"Uhm," Bobby reluctantly stood up and tried to casually cover his boner with his hands. "What do you want to do?"

"Just what I said," Jesse smiled. But this time her smile gave him goosebumps. "I get to kick your ass. Over there, at the pool table."

Bobby swallowed hard and obeyed, walking over to the pool table and slowly turning around.

"Your ass, Bobby," Jesse said sharply. "Not your cargos."

Bobby's hands were trembling as he fumbled with his belt and eventually managed to pull his shorts down to his ankles. He stood in tight white jockeys and looked hesitantly over his shoulder at Jesse. She returned an angry glare.

"Your. Bare. Ass. Bobby."

He took a deep breath and down went the undies.

"Grab hold of the table," Jesse ordered. "And spread your legs."

"I can't," Bobby complained. "My shorts..."

"That's the point," Jesse purred, going back to the soft approach. "Step out of your shorts."

"Uhhhmmmm," Bobby hesitated.

"You want to play the game, don't you?"

Bobby nodded, kicked off his shoes, slid his slender ankles out from the constraining shorts, and separated his feet.

"Wider. As wide as they'll go."

He complied and then braced his hands against the pool table. He was feeling a little cocky, suddenly. How bad could a boot to the butt really hurt? He dropped his head so he could look between his knees and see her sexy bare legs disappearing into her clogs.

"Okay, give me your best shot," he dared.

"Don't worry," Jesse lined herself up behind the bent-over boy. "You're definitely going to get it."

And then it was only for a split second that Bobby was able to suddenly realize that the thick clog that was cocked back was not going to kick his caboose, but was going to come up right between his wicket and crash into his cobblestones. But it was too late to react and Jesse's shoe shot up and delivered a direct hit to the dude's dangling dates.

"AAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYYIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!! !!!!!!!!!" Bobby screamed in a high voice two octaves above his usually squeaky voice.

His bare chest heaved forward onto the velvet top of the pool table, his hands clamped down on his clams, and he slowly slid down to the floor with long groan and curled up into a tight ball.

"Oooopsiee," Jesse giggled. "I missed."

That was the cue for Jesse's posse to come through the house door and descend into the lower den. Courtney came first, the dark-haired vixen holding her iPhone in place to start recording the action. And the two playful twins, Tammy and Kami, were right behind her. Jesse went back to the couch and put her shirt on. No more free boobs for Bobby.

Bobby was barely aware of the new arrivals and looked confused as hands firmly grasped his thin arms and lifted him up and placed him against the end of the pool table facing them. They picked up the puny punk and planted his bare butt firmly on the bumper. Lanyards were already tied to the two corner pockets (they were prepared!) and so it was easy for them to lash his wrists wide apart behind his chest so that he was ****** to lean back onto the pool table, his legs dangling precariously over the front edge, high above the floor.

Now Bobby was getting a hold of himself and realizing his predicament.

"HHHHHEEEEEEEEEELLLLLLLLLLP!!!!" he squeaked.

"Oh Bobby," Jesse clucked her tongue. "The game room is soundproof. That's so our games don't disturb any of the neighbors. The Johnson's are setting up for tonight's barbeque next door and there's just the chain link fence between our backyards. So I don't think you want us to toss you out right now, do you?"

"What do you want?" Bobby's eyes darted from face to face as the girls gathered in front of him.

"I want you to think about a day that you held me down while something was done to me... right here." Her hand pressed hard against his arched crotch, her fingers splitting around his erect penis and her palm applying hard pressure bearing down on his perfectly placed peach pits.

"That was Jaaaaaaa....uuuuuuhhhhhhnnnnnnn...."

"I am tired of hearing how it was all Jake's fault," Jesse stepped back. "Does this look familiar?"

Courtney held up the iPhone and played a video showing Bobby that afternoon bragging to his buddies and lewdly pounding his fist into his palm.

"We can't seem to get the sound," Jesse made a fist and pounded it hard into her palm. "What does this mean?"

"No...no... nothing. Nothing, I swear."

Jesse stepped right up between his legs and body-blocked the boy's ability to bring together his knees. She repeated the hard punching to her palm right in front of Bobby's terrified face.

"I don't know, Bobby. Your creepy friends seem to be laughing really hard. Why don't you let us in on the joke? What does this mean?"

"I don't remember!" Bobby whined and twisted to try to roll away.

"I don't believe you," Jesse's left hand gripped his erect pestle.

Bobby's gasped with a high squeak. Jesse held his rigid tent pole hard to keep his torso pinned down. Courtney switched the iPhone to record and positioned herself to record all. Tammy and Kami pulled the lad's legs in opposite directions and widened the wise-cracking kid's Y as far as possible. Jesse made a fist and pressed the rack of knuckles against the runt's radishes.

"Ahhhhhh," Bobby's eyes widened.

"Tell me!" Jesse ordered.

"Nothing! I was just goofing around."

The fist slowly pulled back until Jesse's bicep was fully cocked. Bobby whimpered. The full force of Jesse's fist slammed forward into the fledgling's figs.

SMACK!!!

"YYYYYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" Bobby hollered at the top of his lungs and his body involuntarily pulled hard against his restraints.

Tammy and Kami had firm grips on his legs and kept them spread wide. Jesse's monster grip on his pecker pushed down hard against his pubis to keep her target locked in place.

The fist cocked back. Bobby wanted to close his eyes, but he could not stop looking at his precious package precariously positioned for the next punch.

SMACK!!!

"AAAAAAAYYYYYYYAAAAAAYYYYYYYYAAAAAAYYYYYYYAAAAA!!!! !!

The three girls had to hold on real tight as he twisted and squirmed from the pain exploding between his legs.

"TELL ME!" Jesse demanded.

"AAAAAAHHHHHHHYYYYYY..... I.... I... I... " the whining wimp stammered.

"That's it, Bobby" Jesse adjusted her stance. "Time for some serious pain."

Jesse unleashed a furious pounding on the brat's bonbons.

POW!!! POW!!! POW!!! POW!!! POW!!! POW!!! POW!!! POW!!! POW!!!

POW!!! POW!!! POW!!! POW!!! POW!!! POW!!! POW!!! POW!!! POW!!!

Bobby's yelling hit new heights than they ever thought possible as white lighting cracked in the kid's crotch over and over and over again without pause. Jesse's rhythm was on full speed and Tammy and Kami were using all their strength to keep his legs spread apart.

POW!!! POW!!! POW!!! POW!!! POW!!! POW!!! POW!!! POW!!! POW!!!

POW!!! POW!!! POW!!! POW!!! POW!!! POW!!! POW!!! POW!!! POW!!!

Bobby's entire body was violently shaking as punch after punch pounded into the little jerk's jujubees.

POW!!! POW!!! POW!!! POW!!! POW!!! POW!!! POW!!! POW!!! POW!!!

POW!!! POW!!! POW!!! POW!!! POW!!! POW!!! POW!!! POW!!! POW!!!

Finally Jesse stopped, stepped back, shook her arm from the heavy workout, and waiting for Bobby's screaming to subside into simple sobs.

"Last time, Bobby," Jesse warned. "Tell me what you said when you punched your hand or I am going to punch your peanuts until they pop!"

"Dnnnmmm Mnnmnnn," Bobby whimpered softly.

"What?"

"Deeeeee......Pen.....," Bobby' mumbling was barely audible.

"Dammit Bobby," Jesse help up her fist. "You ready for round two?"

"DEEP PENETRATION!" Bobby blurted out.

"Deep penetration?" Jesse asked. "Are you fucking kidding me? With that tiny prick?"

Bobby kept his mouth clamped shut as they released his legs and untied his wrists. He collapsed on the floor and lay limp, vaguely aware of movement around him. Then they lifted him up -- he could not stand on his own two feet -- and held him facing the pool table. To his horror, he saw they had taken a pool cue and putting it tip down through the corner pocket. The thick handle stuck 6 inches above the corner bumper.

"Good news Bobby," Jesse said as Tammy and Kami each took a side, held his shoulders, and gripped his thighs, lifting him and holding him suspended in a sitting position. "You'll get to tell your buddies there was deep penetration."

"No... no... no... " Bobby wagged his head back and forth in disbelief, but his body was completely limp and he could not struggle. "Noooooo, please please please, I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry..."

"Yeah, well," Jesse smiled as the blond twins lifted him up and held him hovering over the hard wood. "You're really going to be sorry by the end of the night."

She produced a jar of vaseline, smeared a dab on top of the cue handle, and helped guide her friends so that Bobby's butthole was positioned directly over the big beech boner.

"Pleeeeeeeeaaaaaazzzzzzzzzzzzeeeee," Bobby begged.

"You wanted deep penetration," Jesse smiled as Courtney started recording. "You got it!"

Jesse gripped Bobby's wrists and pulled them behind his back, and then wrapped her arms around his chest from behind and holding him up as Tammy and Kami released their hold. They each took a leg and spread them until they were at a 90 degree angle and lined up above the pool table bumpers. They all nodded to each other.

"One," Jesse said, "... two....

"NNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO........." Bobby moaned.

"THREE!"

Jesse released and Bobby dropped hard and fast. The thick stick shot right up his chute. His mouth and eyes both popped wide open. Jesse held his wrists against his back so his arms were pinioned and he stayed in place... not that he was going anywhere with that wooden weiner 6 inches up his windhole.

His hollering went on for several minutes as he wriggled and squirmed and sometimes even jounced up and down on his new found joystick. When he settled down enough that they could secure him, they tied his feet to the other corner pocket and the side pocket. Then the tied his wrists to his knees so that he was ****** to continue to sit on the corner pole.

"Ready for a game?" Jesse asked her friends.

"You gonna just leave me here?" Bobby whimpered.

"Oh no Bobby," Jesse smiled at him. "You are the game."

"Whadya mean?"

The girls grabbed cue sticks and racked up a triangle of hard, heavy ceramic pool balls. That was the point that Bobby looked down and realized his painfully throbbing nuts were dangling right on the pool table just in front of the corner pocket!!!

"Oh no... you can't..." Bobby pleaded.

"A point for every shot," Jesse said to the other girls. "First one to a hundred wins. And we know what the winner gets to do!"

The girls giggled. Bobby looked down the table in shock as Jesse broke the opening triangle and balls scattered everywhere but thankfully missed Bobby's nads. It was Courtney's turn and she lined up the cue ball and the 3 ball directly at the chump's dangling cherries.

"Oh fuuuuuuuuuuuck," Bobby squeezed his eyes tightly shut.

There was a solid hit of wood on pool ball, a sharp crack of cue ball on the 3 ball, a solid thump of the 3 ball on Bobby's balls, and a high squeak followed by a long wail. The girls broke out beers from the fridge, cranked up the music, and proceed to pummel the petulant pup's plum pits with non-stop pool shots for almost two hours while he squirmed on top of the big beam shoved up the brat's backdoor.

Jesse won, of course, reaching 100 direct hits that resulted in 100 high-pitched howls from the pinioned pipsqueak. But only after Courtney racked up 85 strikes, and the giggly twins tied at 77 each.

Bobby was a babbling blob by the time they lifted him off his perch and dropped him on the floor.

"That was fun for warmup," Jesse smiled at the horror that spread across Bobby's face. "Now it's time for your real punishment."

"No more," Bobby whispered weakly. "I can't take any more."

"Oh you will take a lot more," Jesse replied. "I told you it was going to be a long game night tonight. And there's the barbeque next door that should be starting up right about now."

Part 2

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.

Part 3: Password

"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!!!

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!!!

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.