The sun was a radiant glow, bathing the whole of the Hundred-Acre Wood in a warm, amber light. Its reflection sat in the middle of the pond, shining in a nearby child's eyes. Christopher Robin sat on a rock by the pond, taking off his shoes. He had silky brown hair, fair skin, and a kind, boyish face. He wore his school uniform, a red vest with a white shirt and blue tie underneath, and dark navy shorts. The socks he was now taking off were pale grey.

Christopher looked around him. Seeing no one else near the pond, he started taking off his shirt.

His pale chest was showered with the sun's rays as he tossed his shirt next to his shoes. Christoper closed his eyes and smiled. He liked feeling the warmth on his skin.

Christopher slipped his shorts all the way down to his ankles, folding them up and setting them on the pile. His tighty-whities clung ever so slightly to his small boyhood, making a slight trace of where his little, uncircumcised member pressed against the white cotton cloth. As he pulled his underwear all the way down, he smiled as he felt the warm sunlight on his soft, two-inch boy parts.

He stepped down off the rock and onto the sandy shore of the shimmering blue pond. He dipped his feet into the cool water and slowly, carefully, waded into the shallows, before dipping his head beneath the surface.

His pale, boyish face broke the surface of the water as he emerged, his hair slicked back and dripping. He laughed, splashing the water with his small hands.

He looked around again.

He reached down and, biting his lip, began to lightly stroke his little member with his small hands.

"Ohhh..." gasped Christopher Robin, feeling his boyhood harden in his grasp. Christopher felt good. He let his fingers explore, slipping his index finger gently underneath his foreskin, sliding it around, feeling the velvety smooth head before pulling his foreskin all the way back, moaning softly at the pleasure of the act.

He cupped his balls, timidly rolling the little eggs around in their pouch, touching the shape of them, learning the contours. Christopher smiled. He liked the things he was feeling.

"Quick, grab 'em, grab em!"

"Huh huh! You got it, boss."

Christopher's blood went cold in his face. He turned in the water towards the sound of the voices. Someone, something, was taking his clothes!

"Hey!" shouted Christopher Robin. "Hey, come back! Bring me back my clothes! Hey!"

The brown-haired boy sprinted out of the water, still cupping his boyhood. His face began to turn pink as he ran. He felt embarrassment at his nakedness as he ran down the path towards the sound of foot steps. 

One of them was hard and lumbering, practically shaking the earth with each step. The other was quick and shifty, like leaves being rustled. The two sets of footsteps headed towards a small cavern. Christopher Robin saw his tie fall to the ground as the two thieves headed into the cave.

"Hey! Get back here! Give me back my-OOF!"

As Christopher ran into the cave, he failed to notice a black loafer outstretched in the middle of his path. He tripped and fell hard on the dirt floor of the cave, scuffing his shoulder.

The black loafer had been on a long, thin foot.

And the long thin foot belonged to...a Woozle!

A woozle named Stan, as it turned out. He had beady golden eyes, a red beany on his head, a yellow vest, and blue, baggy slacks.

And inside the blue, baggy slacks was a long, narrow woozle dick looking forward to having Christopher Robin sucking away until he got a big load of nasty dick slime in his boy mouth.

Next to Stan was Heff, who was a Heffalump. He was nearly twice Christoper Robin's height. he had orange, cloth like skin, wore a black vest, black slacks, and had a long, curvy trunk.

Inside the black slacks was a thick, long, curvy Heffalump dick, eager to pound Christopher Robin's tight little pucker raw.

The two creatures stood over the shivering Christopher Robin. The boy looked up in fear and confusion.

"Looks like we got ourselfs a little skinny dipper, eh Heff?" grinned Stan wickedly, leering at Christopher. The boy clutched his boy parts even tighter.

"Heh heh...he's naked as a blue bird!"

Stand slapped Heff in the back of his head. "That's 'jay bird' you knucklehead!"

Heff rubbed the back of his head. "Sorry, boss."

Stan returned his attention to the young brunette lying naked on the floor of the cave.

"Welly well well...what are we gonna do with youse, I wonder?" tutted Stan. Christopher was very afraid. He had heard stories of heffalumps and woozles from Pooh bear, but he had always assumed they were just stories.

"I'm sorry! I really am. Just give me back my clothes and I'll never swim in your pond again," pleaded Christopher. Heff looked down at the school uniform in his big, orange hands.

"Whadya want me to do, boss?"

Stan tapped his lip thoughtfully. He grinned a wicked grin.

"Drop those clothes, grab the nudie boy. We's takin' him to Woozle Town!"

Christopher Robin struggled to get away, but he was far to concerned with keeping his cold, shriveled member out of the sight of these two bullies. He whimpered, hanging naked with his pale little butt in the air on top of the heffalump's shoulders.

They went deeper and deeper into the cave. As they went, it got not darker and quieter, but brighter and louder. All at once, they passed through a sort of stone doorway and onto a massive balcony.

Below them was a sprawling shanty town, shacks made of wood and stone planks, spiralling around a clearing dotted with sale's booths. The ceiling had, in the center of the enormous cavern, what looked to be a glowing honey-colored amber that painted all the contents of the cave with an orange, almost hellish light.

The three of them descended towards the ground on a small dumbwaiter. Already, many of the others gathered there were taking notice of the nude little boy, and were excitedly gathering around the elevator. 

As they walked past the throngs of creatures, some started to mock Christopher Robin.

"Lookie there, boys. Fresh meat!"

"I bet he's got a tiny baby dick. Can't wait to see it, kid!"

"Look's like his face is getting red. Whats the matter, kid, don't want to show off your birthday suit? Hahahaha!"

Stan and Heff stepped into the center clearing, the other heffalumps and woozles gathering around in a circle, leering maliciously at Christopher Robin. Heff rolled him onto the ground, and the little boy landed on the dirt floor, still cupping his genitals, shivering.

"We caught him skinny dipping out by the pond. We figured you guys could use a little entertainment!" He glanced down at Christopher Robin's hands. "And I do mean 'little.'"

The crowd jeered at the comment. Christopher Robin was pulled to his knees by the woozle. He looked up pleadingly.

"Please, I'm sorry! Just let me go! Don't hurt me, I haven't done anything," sobbed Christopher, terrified. Stan smirked.

"You don't seem to get it, kid. You're ours. We're gonna do whatever we want to you. And you're gonna do whatever we tell you. If you're a good little slut, and do what we way, then maybe, just maybe, we'll let you go home to mommy and daddy. If you don't, well, let's just say it'll take a good long time before we get bored with you."

Christopher Robin kneeled there on the dirt floor, tears streaming down his crimson cheeks. What were they going to do to him? What would they make him do? What was a 'slut'?

"First, yer gonna stand up," began Stan. He tossed a piece of cord at Christopher's feet. "And jump some rope."

Christopher clumsily brought himself to his feet, still covering himself. He bit his lip.

"But...but I'm nak-"

"Yeah. That's the idea, kiddy. Let's see that little willy wiggle!"

Christopher flinched at the jeers of the crowd. He felt a horrible shame burning in his face. Clenching his eyes shut, he moved his shaking hands away from his dick and balls, exposing himself to the entire crowd.

Immediately, dozens of giggles and snickers washed over Christopher. They could see him. They were all looking at his...thing. His most private place, his special area. The place not even Pooh bear had seen.

His face burned hot. Christpher Robin had never felt more embarrassed in his entire life.

That would soon change.

He took the thin cord in each of his hands. He opened his eyes slightly so he could see where the cord was before his feet. Through his teary eyes, he saw hundreds of eyes leering at him, fixed right on his small member. Looking right at where he didn't want them to see.

Christopher took a deep, shivering breath, and started to jump up and down.

Exactly as he had feared, his little wiener and nuts began to flop around humorously, causing the hoards of creatures to laugh even harder.

"Look at those balls bounce!"

"Jiggle that little pecker, baby dick! Hahahaha!"

"Hee hee, he's so small! We can see your wiener, kid!"

Christopher looked down at the ground as he skipped, tears of humiliation pouring out of his eyes. He looked up, and saw countless faces cackling and pointing at his tiny boy cock. Giggling. Teasing. Staring. He felt his privates bounce against his thigh again and again, constantly reminding him of what they were all looking at.

They were looking at his wiener and his balls and there was nothing he could do about it.

"Stop!"

Christopher Robin stopped skipping rope, his breathing ragged from exhaustion and shame. He sniffled, lips shaking.

"Jerk off for us now, kid."

Christopher furrowed his brow, confused.

"Wha-"

"Come on, you know. You were doing it in the pond. You know what I'm talking about."

Christopher Robin froze.

Oh no.

Please, god, not that.

He couldn't do that. Not here. Not with someone else watching.

Not with hundreds of people watching. That was private. It was so private. 

Christopher choked back a sob.

"Please..." he whimpered, face turning purple from embarrassment. "Don't make me do it. Not here. Please, I'm begging you, not here. Not that."

Stan glowered at Christopher. He nudged Heff, looking up at him.

"Show him what we're gonna do to him if he don't cooperate."

Heff lumbered over to a sniffling Christopher Robin.

The heffalump punched Christopher right in his little boy balls. Hard. The crowd of woozles and haffalumps groaned audibly.

Christopher fell to his knees, gasping. He clutched his aching nuts, sick from the horrible pain that pulsed through him. Stan calmly walked around the Christopher, who was curling up from the intense agony.

"Now, I'd like to think I'm a reasonable woozle, kid. So here's your two choices. One, you catch your breath, you get up, and you pull on that dinky winky while we all tease you, laugh at your little pecker, embarrass you to within an inch of your life, you get the idea."

He bent down to whisper in Christopher Robin's ear.

"Or, if you prefer, we'll take you down to the pits, tie you up, and have a pair of heffalumps wailing on your little plums day and night until they pop...or until they're mush. So what's it gonna be, little tyke?"

Christopher Robin whimpered. "I...I'll do it. I'll do it."

Stan smiled. He splayed his hands grandly.

"He has agreed to continue the show, friends!"

The crowd cheered. Slowly, gingerly, Christopher Robin got back to his feet. Stan crossed his arms, looking at the boy.

"It's showtime, kid," he grinned wickedly. "Let's put some more color in those cheeks."

Christopher, fighting every impulse of his modesty, brought his hand down to his small, two-inch boy cock. He closed his eyes as hard as he could, trying to pretend he was alone.

Trying to pretend there wasn't a squadron of perverted creatures leering at him. Looking at his wiener.

He tenderly pulled his foreskin back, revealing the tiny head of his member to the hundreds of eyes all around him. The crowd giggled, making Christopher Robin blush furiously.

He started to slide his little foreskin back, then he pushed it forward. He slid it back, and then forward again.

He was jacking off.

They could see him.

Every single eye was glued on his little hand as it stroked Christopher's diminutive member up and down. Making it hard.  He was jacking off while hundreds of people watched.

Christopher's face stung with shame. The humiliation ached in his face, making his bright red cheeks burn hot. He sobbed. He hated that it still felt so good.

"Wooh! Look at him go!"

"Jack it, kid! Pump that puny pecker!"

"I wonder if he can squirt?"

"We'll find out soon, don't worry about that."

"Bet you half a pot of honey he can't."

"You're on! Come on, baby dick, let's see some nutjuice!"

Christopher couldn't open his eyes. Shame washed over him as he tugged away faster and faster at his little boner. He dared not look at all of the people watching him. He couldn't bare to see their gazes. 

Tears leaked freely from clenched eyes. He felt completely humiliated. Their laughter burrowed into his ears, filling him with awful shame. What if Pooh or the others could see him now? What would they say? 

Would they still be his friends?

The pleasure in his loins was tainted. It wasn't his anymore. With every stroke of his hand, he felt more and more embarrassed, knowing that they were all looking right at him.

All while he did the most private thing he had ever known. He gasped. He was close. He hated that he was close. That...IT would happen while they saw him.

Christopher Robin gasped. 

A small stream of boycum shot out from his tiny cock. He shivered as the pleasure quaked through him, clenching his pale butt cheeks, grunting, rocking back onto the balls of his feet.

The heffalumps and woozles howled with laughter.

He hated this. He hated being seen. What a sight he must have been, grunting like an animal, shaking while he slipped his tiny dick in his wet hands. He heard their catcalls, their horrible laughter.

He'd give anything to not be here.

He breathed heavily as his orgasm faded. Christopher Robin opened his eyes, staring at the ground. His face was still red with shame. He saw the stream of cum he had shot onto the floor through tear-streaked eyes. It was a painful reminder of what had just happened. Of what all of these horrible creatures had forced him to do.

"Aaaaaahhh!"

Christopher Robin cried out as Heff grabbed him with his big, strong arms. A chair had been provided by the crowd. The heffalump sat down, draping a struggling Christopher over his massive knees.

"Wait, no! What are going to do to me?"

"Well, kiddy, considering you got cum all over our nice floor, I think I'll let Heff here give you a little spanky wanky. Sound fun, Heff?"

"Huh huh, I'm gonna paddle your butt good!" The heffalump rubbed Christopher Robin's pale little rump roughly. Christopher shuddered at the feeling of the rough, cloth hand against his exposed heinie.

He raised his giant, orange hand up, and...

*SMACK!*

"Owww!" cried Christopher. The orange cloth hand wrapped around his little derriere, spanking his entire bottom and the tops of his thighs. It was like he was being paddled by a giant strap!

*SMACK! SMACK!*

Christopher gasped in pain as Heff's hand mercilessly stung his bottom. Every spank seemed to get harder and harder as Heff went.

*SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!*

Christopher Robin squirmed about on Heff's legs, but that only seemed to make the heffalump spank him harder. The boy buried his face in Heff's knee, tears welling up in his eyes.  He sobbed weakly, kicking his legs as the big, horrible orange hand roasted his rump, turning it pink and quickly advancing onto red.

"Ooh, look at those rosey cheeks!"

"Which ones? Hahahaha!"

"Attaboy, Heff! Paddle that little ass of his! Make him squeal!"

The crowd's encouragement only made things worse for poor Christopher. The boy started wailing in agony as the giant, leathery hand started spanking him harder and harder, faster and faster, raining down slap after horrible, burning slap.

"Cry, little boy! Cry! Heff likes making little boys cry! Boo hoo hoo! Heff is gonna spank you till your butt's black and blue!"

Christopher Robin could barely hear the heffalump's taunts over the sound of his own bawling. His legs hung there, limp, as the pain continued to crash over him. He couldn't make it stop. He couldn't get away. All he could do was lay there, tears streaming down his red face, and feel the awful burning, stinging spanks as they rained down on his ever sorer backside.

"Pooohoooh," he wept softly. "Help me, Pooh bear! Please, someone! Rabbit, Tigger, help meeeeheee..."

Stan's eyes went wide.

"Whoa whoa whoa, hold up Heff! Heff, stop!"

The heffalump reluctantly stopped his assault on the boy's ass. Christopher Robin's buttcheeks were completely raw, nearly purple. He lay there over the heffalump's legs, quietly bawling his eyes out.

Stan walked over and examined the boy's crying face. His lip quivered with excitement.

"Holy crap," said Stan, taking his hat off. "It's Christopher Robin!"

An awed murmur shook through the crowd. Even Heff, who was not the brightest of heffalumps, understood what that meant.

This kid was gonna get it baaaaaad. The woozle grinned a shit-eating grin. They were just getting started now.

Stan whispered to several other woozles, who then did the same to several others, and so on and so on. Quickly one of them returned with a jar of honey.

A jar of honey they had stolen from Pooh, in fact. Nothing like adding insult to injury, Stan always said.

"Let Chris over there down," called Stan, dropping his pants. He began gleefully slathering a glob of honey onto his long, pink dick. "I think our celebrity has earned a little treat."

Christopher was slid off the heffalump's lap, rolling onto the floor. The boy winced and immediately got onto his knees, desperate to protect his aching, well-spanked rear. He looked up in revulsion as Stan and two other woozles began honeying up their dicks.

"If you don't want to go back on Heff's lap there, kid," Stan explained, honey dripping off of his thin, hard cock. "You'd better get over here and lick all of this honey up."

Christopher needed no further instruction. He slowly began crawling over to the trio of woozles, who were all grinning, naked from the waist down with long, nasty boners absolutely dripping with stolen honey. The boy felt eyes all over him, and the familiar humiliation once again seized him, making his face go hot with shame.

He looked up at Stan and the others, who were all looking down, snickering. Stan bent his cock down towards Christopher's mouth. A drop of honey fell onto Christopher Robin's face.

"Lick my dick, Christopher Robin."

Mouth shaking, the brown-haired boy opened his mouth and tenetively slid his tongue out and across the honey slathered boner, licking up a small mouthful of honey. He could taste the woozle's dirty dick flavor mixed in with what he knew was his best friend's stolen honey.

"Don't forget about us, kid," said both of the woozles at the same time. They were twins, apparently.

Christopher went at licking away at all three long, sticky woozle cocks. The crowd again became a sea of snickers and gaffaws as Christopher Robin humiliated himself in an especially awful way.

"Ohhh, yeah! Lick it like a lolipop. Oooh, that's it. Make sure you get every...last...dro-oh damn!"

"Now lick mine. Tastes good, huh Chris? I bet you like how my dick is all dirty and smelly, even with all this honey on it, huh? Well don't worry, we've got a special treat in store for you! Ha ha ha!"

The woozles were beside themselves in exquisite, sadistic bliss. Christopher Robin was licking their woozle cocks! Their dirty, nasty woozle cocks, that were getting closer and closer to something that was going to be absoluetly awful for the not-so innocent kid:

Shooting nasty woozle cum right into Christopher Robin's mouth!

Stan began to shake as his orgasm drew nearer. He grabbed Christopher Robin's head, slipping his long woozle dick right into the boy's mouth. 

"Oh yeah, yeah! This is gonna taste really nasty, kid. And you're gonna swallow every drop!"

Stan shuddered as he happily gushed a torrent of hot, slimy, disgusting cum right into Christopher Robin's mouth. He held the boy's head, feeling him desperately trying to remove the cumming woozle dick from his mouth.

"Mmm, doesn't that taste just awful?" teased Stan, looking Christopher Robin right in the eyes. "Isn't it nice and slimy and sour? Better start swallowing, Chris, or I'll let Heff paddle your ass into oblivion!"

Christopher, practically retching, started woefully gulping down the horrid woozle spunk as quickly as he could. It was disgusting! It was hot and oily and bitter, and it slid around on his tongue, forcing him to taste it no matter how quickly he swallowed. Stan snickered, watching the boy slurp down his load.

The other two woozles took their cue from Stan and as he removed his dick, they immediately inserted theirs, and gave Christopher Robin a double mouthful of foul, hot dick snot, fresh from their fuzzy woozle balls. The twin's load tasted even worse than Stan's had.

Christopher coughed onto the ground, the horrid taste still fresh on his lips. He heard footsteps behind him, and then-

"Ahhhh! No! Stop! Ugh! Ewwww! Ew ew ew ew!"

Another pair of woozles were slithering their long, slippery tongues all the way up Christopher Robin's virgin butthole. The way they writhed made Christopher feel absolutely horrible. He felt himself cramping and squirming helplessly under their devious oral mechanations.

"No...take them out of there...please...it feels so gross...Uhhhh..." moaned Christopher Robin. The woozles simply started rimming him even deeper, making him buck and cramp up.

"Mmmm, nummy," mumbled one of the woozles, sliding his tongue expertly around the little boy's sweet spot, filling his guts with awful, aching cramps. Gleefully violating him over and over again, watching as Christopher Robin squirmed and whimpered, meekly trying to crawl away.

But he couldn't get away.

Heff stepped forward, standing behind the two woozles as they kept at forcing their long tongues deeper and deeper into the boy's backside, determined to make him feel absolutely miserable.

He dropped his pants. The woozles glanced back, and finally slipped their tongues out of Christopher's twitching hole.

"All yours, big guy!"

Heff kneeled down, and before Christopher could even react, the heffalump slammed all 13 inches of his long, thick, curvy orange heffalump cock right into Christopher Robin's asshole.

Christopher Robin screamed in agony. The crowd was whipped into a frenzy.

And then Heff started pounding his pale little boy butt.
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Three hours later, yet another heffalump slammed hard into Christopher Robin's cum-filled asshole, the slimy heffalump cum letting the biggest dick so far slide in with ease.

"H-help...please. P-Pooh bear...where are y-you?"

Christopher Robin sobbed in pain, rocking on his knees at the burly heffalump went to town on his no-longer virgin asshole, pumping him, trumpeting loudly as Christopher's asshole tugged on his orange, oversized cock.

"Ha! Bullseye!"

Woozles were still lining up to take turns shooting hot, sticky gobs of cum all over Christopher Robin's red, tear-soaked face. A string of woozle cum landed right in his auburn hair, and another on his nose and lips.

"Hold his eyes open. I wanna make those tear factories go into overtime!"

One woozle held Christopher Robin's eyes open, while the other started jerking off, pointing his long, thin woozle dick right at his eye.

Suddenly, a hot, thick gob of woozle cum shot right into Christopher Robin's eye, making him cry out in pain.

And then in the other eye.

And then in his mouth. But...it tasted like...

"Christopher Robin? Christopher Rooobin! Please wake up. You're having a bad dream! Christopher Robin!"
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Christopher Robin bolted upright in his bed, shaking. He frantically looked around, tears in his eyes from shock.

He was in his room, in his bed. Pooh was standing beside him on a stool, holding a pot of honey with one of his hands dripping with the stuff. Christopher Robin brought a hand to his face. He felt a drip of honey on his lip and cheek.

"Christopher, are you alright?" asked Pooh, looking concerned.

Christopher grabbed the small stuffed animal, hugging him as hard as he could. Tears of relief began trickling down his face. Pooh bear happily hugged him back.

"Oh Pooh bear! I had the most awful nightmare!"

"Oh my! Well don't worry, I'm here, Christopher Robin," smiled Pooh. "Come downstairs, after breakfast we can go see Rabbit's new garden gnomes."

Christopher Robin wiped his eyes. He was about to get up, when he realized that he wasn't wearing his pajamas. They were still hanging in his closet.

He saw his school uniform, crumpled up and dirty in the corner of his room.

Christopher Robin shuddered. He quickly forced himself to ignore it, and go get dressed. He could hear Pooh bear humming a song as he went down the stairs...