****** Mother's Little Slave, Part 2 - Life's a Beach by Patrick Rasmussen
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Mother's Little Slave, Part 2 - Life's a Beach


The next morning, Stephen was still naked when he awoke. His hands and feet
tied to the bed just as they always were when Dad was away because, Mother
said, it stopped him from touching himself. Once, Mother and Fiona left him
there all day, just popping in for time to time to feed him or play with him
themselves.

He listened a few seconds to see if he could hear anyone else, but the place
was silent. He suddenly realised his bare bottom itched and tried to rub it
against the edge of the mattress.

About ten minutes passed before he heard a creaking from the next room.

Footsteps, then the door opened and in walked Fiona.

"Good morning, my dear brother," she said as she threw open the curtains.

Bright sunlight flooded in, throwing colour everywhere. "Isn't it a perfect day
for a trip to the beach?"

She stood over him and let a long gooey spit drip from her mouth on to his soft
little penis. It wriggled a bit voluntarily from the impact and then went back
to just lying there.

"Well, come on then!" Fiona laughed as she untied him. She took him by the hand
and led him downstairs.

"About time you were up," Mother said as they entered the kitchen. "The girls
will be in here in a few minutes. Here. Eat this." She handed him two pieces of
toast. Stephen gnawed on them unenthusiastically. "Then it's time for your
bath."


Stephen finished his toast and wandered over to his mother. She pulled a wet
pink j-cloth out of the sink and told him to put his hands on his head and
spread his legs. Reluctantly, Stephen exposed himself even further.

As she washed him, he closed his eyes. Tomorrow afternoon, he thought to
himself, Dad'll be home. And this will all be over. Tomorrow afternoon.

The cloth washed over his soft skin roughly. Across his chest, around his back,
down his bottom and legs. Then under his groin and onto his limp dick.

"Keep it soft," Mother ordered. "I'll tell you when I want it hard."


Stephen opened his eyes and saw her squeeze some thick green washing-up liquid
onto the sponge and started all over again, just as the bell rang.

"That'll be Jenny and Josie!" Fiona bellowed. "I'll get it."


"Get the toothbrush, while you're at it!"

"Yes Mum!"

"Oh, no!" Stephen froze. "Not the toothbrush!" Mother slapped him on the back
of the leg. "Of course, the toothbrush. You always have the toothbrush. Now
quit whining." She finished soaping him up and left him there for a minute,
while she filed a small bucket with water, Then she led him out in the back
garden just as Fiona reappeared with the girls and Stephen's toothbrush.

Jenny and Josie laughed when they saw him. Josie said he looked just like a
star.

Mother ignored them. She poured the water over his head, rinsing him squeaky
clean. Stephen sparkled in the warm morning sunlight. Then, she set to work
cleaning Stephen's balls with the toothbrush as roughly as she could, pulling
up his dick so that she could get underneath it. Stephen took a deep breath. It
hurt, but at the same time it thrilled him. When she pulled back his tiny
foreskin and cleaned his naked glans, he felt an erection coming on.

He took a deep breath and tried to stop it. Mother would kill him if he had an
erection after being told not to.

She took a look, just to make sure and then ordered him to turn around and bend
over, still with his legs spread open. Next, she cleaned out his bottom
thoroughly with the brush. When she was finished that, she made him stand up
again.

"Open."


He opened his mouth and Mother popped the brush in. "Clean. And don't move
until I'm ready for you to move!" Stephen was not unused to tasting himself,
but no matter how much he held the brush, it tasted awful. He worked his tongue
carefully in and out of the bristles, hoping that it would be clean enough.

"Ok, so what are we going to get our darling little boy to wear today?"

Mother said.

"How about the nappy?" Fiona suggested. "And a long t-shirt, but no pants?"

"Excellent idea, dear! Will you get them?"

Fiona disappeared. Mother went over, grabbed one of Stephen's hands from the
top of his head and dragged him back inside to the kitchen. She made him lie
down on his back until Fiona came back with the nappy.

"Here we are."


Mother unfolded the specially made xtra-large nappy. Then she slid her hand in
under Stephen's bottom, lifted it up and slid the nappy in underneath.

Finally, she sprinkled a little talcum powder over his groin and with one last
tickle on his penis pulled the nappy over him and taped it shut.

"Ok," she said, "up."

Nappy-clad Stephen got up. He waddled out into the kitchen as best he could and
Mother pulled a yellow t-shirt over him. "There we are! All ready to go!"
Stephen took a deep breath as they went outside. He glanced at the hallway
mirror as he passed by and he could still see the bottom of the nappy under his
t-shirt since he wasn't allowed any shorts or anything. He climbed into the car
between Josie and Jenny, with Fiona getting into the front.

They were about ten minutes away from the beach, when Stephen's heart began to
beat even faster. What were they going to do him? In public? It was one thing
to be humiliated at home, but on a beach? In front of everyone? Then, Mother
leaned over her seat and said, "Stephen, I want your dick to be hard when we
get there."

"Hard?" he said. "What for?"

"I just think you'll look cute in front of everyone with a nice big willy!"
Mother said.

Stephen nearly died. Naked? On a beach? With an hard-on? But he had no choice.
He took a deep breath and started thinking about anything that would give him a
hard-on. But trapped inside the giant woolly confides of his nappy, his penis
refused to react. It stayed dead soft.

He started to panic. If it wasn't hard when they got there, he was just so
dead.

They turned the road into the car-park. Still nothing.

"Bet it's not hard yet!" Fiona said from the front. "You're so useless!

Can't even get it up! Why don't you ask Jenny to help you?"

Stephen shut his eyes tight and tried to concentrate on something.

Anything. But it was no use. He turned to Jenny and then Josie and considered
Fiona's idea. Anything was better than Mother.

He swallowed hard. He felt his face burning up. This was awful - having to ask
someone to touch you when you weren't allowed to touch yourself.

"Jenny? C-could you pl... please play with my willy until it gets hard for me?"

Jenny smiled at him sadistically and said, "no!" Oh, come on! he squeezed his
eyes shut one last time as the car came to a stop. Suddenly, he felt the front
of the nappy pulling away from his belly.

Then a small hand squirming down his front and snuggling up against his small
penis. Within seconds, it began gently tugging.

Josie! Yes!

Within seconds his dick was hard, just as it had been asked for.

Josie squeezed it one last time and withdrew her hand leaving him feeling
strangely cold on the warm summer day.

They got out and walked down the small sandy road to the beach. There were a
lot of people around, most of whom kept giving him strange looks as they past.
Younger people sniggered at him - especially the girls.

"Here's a suitable spot!" Mother said eventually. She laid out a huge striped
beach-towel as the girls stripped down to their swimming togs and Stephen let
Mother strip him down to his nappy.

Now everyone really was watching him. An eleven-year-old kid wearing nothing
but a nappy tends to stand out. he felt the glares on him as his face grew
hotter and his penis hardened even more. He felt it pushing tightly on his
nappy.

Then Mother reached up and untaped the nappy. It fell to the ground leaving him
completely naked on the crowded public beach with a small but rock-hard willy
pointing straight up at the sun. While he stood there Fiona slapped his bottom
and laughed and Mother searched for his swimming togs.

Stephen just groaned and tried to think of his father. Dad was coming back
tonight and then it would all be over. Tomorrow afternoon, and it would all be
over.

"What's wrong with him, Mummy?" a small girl nearby asked. "He's got no clothes
on! And his thing looks funny!"

"I don't know, dear," the mother replied. "Maybe he hasn't been a very good
little boy?"

"Yeah," Fiona replied. "He wasn't! And that gives me an idea..."


She reached into her hold-all and pulled out a black marker. "I think we should
tell everyone!" She went over to him and started writing on his tummy. Only
when she was finished could he read it: I AM A VERY NAUGHTY BOY!

"Fiona, didn't you pack Stephen's swimming togs?"

"I thought you did."

Mother rummaged around again. "Oh dear," she said eventually, "we seem to have
left Stephen's swimming togs at home." She looked up. "And we've only got one
nappy. I'm afraid you'll just have to run about and play in the nude," she
mocked cruelly. "I'm sure no-one will mind!"

"Yeah," Fiona said. "Hang on."

She started writing. This time across his chest. When she was finished he was
hard, naked and had a sign on him saying I AM NAKED BECAUSE I AM A NAUGHTY BOY.

"Maybe we should stop him from wearing clothes outside as well as inside? Be
naked forever!" The other girls just laughed. Jenny grabbed one hand, Josie
grabbed the other and the girls ran down to the water, dragging Stephen with
them.

They stopped as they hit the water. At least the girls stopped - Stephen kept
going. Just as he thought, the water was freezing. But at least no-one could
see him. As soon as he was a good bit out, he lay down in the water, so that it
came up to his chest. The girls lay down beside him and started playing with
him.

"Spread your legs," Fiona ordered. "I can't reach in!" Stephen did as he was
told. The water lapped in and ticked his legs while the girls juggled with his
balls.

I wonder if they know what's happening, Stephen thought, as he watched some of
the other people swimming around them. I wonder if they know how embarrassed I
am.

"Remember," Fiona said, to him as much as to her friends, "no cumming!" They
played with him for about an hour, until Mother started waving them back for
lunch. The girls got up and ran off up the sand. It took Stephen a few seconds
to get up, but when he did, he ran up the sand and sat down on the edge of the
mat. He was disappointed to see that the sign still betrayed him.

"No crossing your legs," Mother said to him. "I don't want to see your knees
less than a foot apart.

Stephen opened his legs. Instantly the feelings of humiliation returned, having
to expose himself on the beach. His hard dick, only just beginning to wilt in
the afternoon sun.

Fiona reached over and poured a handful of sand over him. Then Josie and Jenny
did the same.

After lunch, he was told to just stay by the mat and build sandcastles. The
girls disappeared and Mother just sat there reading a magazine and patting his
bottom every now and again. "Next time we come here," she said, half to
herself, "I'm going to have to bring a bonnet for you to wear!" She turned the
page. "You'll look so cute with that and no togs on!" Stephen didn't reply to
that. Hopefully, with Dad coming back the next day, they'd never get the
chance.

He'd just finished building his twenty-fifth sandcastle when a shadow fell over
him. He looked up into the eyes of two of the hugest and most gorgeous female
bodybuilders he'd ever seen in his life.

"My, my, aren't we a cute little thing?" one of them mocked. Stephen couldn't
help thinking how much she looked like Chyna, the wrestler.

"Yeah," replied the other smaller one. "All cute and naked. And he's been a
naughty boy. Oh dear."

The two of them sat down and introduced themselves to Mother. Stephen, for his
part just couldn't keep his eyes off them. His willy was hardening again, but
he hardly noticed.

"Why don't you come over here, little naughty naked boy?" the Chyna-lookalike
cooed.

Stephen crawled over.

She reached out, grabbed him by the wrists and pulled him over her lap.

Then, she started pounding his bumcheeks with her fists as if they were soft
dough. Stephen just knew he was going to have a badly bruised bottom in the
morning.

"I was wondering if we could borrow him for a short while?" the other one
asked. "We'd be willing to pay for his, eh, services."


"Really?" Mother looked up. "I think that can be arranged."


"What?" Stephen gasped. "You're selling me?"

"Just renting you out. And I didn't say you could talk, did I?" She turned to
the body-builders. "There are some rules, though. I don't want him back in any
other condition than the condition that he's in now."

The girls nodded.

"And he's not under any circumstances allowed to play with his thing."

They nodded again. One of them took out a fifty pound note and handed it to
Mother. Mother smiled, mentioned something about having him back by five and
the two bodybuilders got up. "Chyna" scooped him up like a small infant, with
her hand firmly under his bottom and his legs clamped around her side and his
hard little penis snugly pressed up against her pelvis he was carried off.

"What are you going to do to me?" he asked nervously.

"Well," the girl carrying him replied, "we're training to be lifeguards, you
see, and we need to practice some of our techniques."

"Yeah, like the kiss of life!" They both laughed.

"So, eh, that's why we need you!"

"Don't you have dolls for that?"

"Ye-ah, but... well, the real thing is much more... fun?"

They both laughed.

They walked away from the beach and across into a secluded beach-house with a
small pool and a jacuzzi. The girl put him down and held his hand as they
walked around the deep end. They came to a long table and he was lifted up onto
it and told to lie down.

"Ok. You just need to spread your legs a little and pretend to be dead, ok?"

Stephen nodded and did as he was told.

The first girl smiled assuringly at him, pulled her hair out of her face and
bent down. Stephen felt her firm but soft breasts bouncing on his naked chest.
His penis grew even stiffer.

Then there was her tongue. It darted in and out of his mouth, tickling him.

It frightened him but excited him at the same time in a way he never knew
possible.

"Come on, Babs! My turn!" The girls switched places. Stephen watched as the
second girl came down on him. This time, it was longer and she seemed to
managed to get her tongue all the way down his troath. Eventually, she
withdrew. "There! Now don't you feel so... alive?"

Stephen muttered something in response.

"Hey," Babs said casually, "that's a big rod for a eleven-year-old. Do you
think he can cum yet?"

The other girl turned to him. "Can you?"

"Eh," Stephen had no idea what to say. "I don't know..."

"We could find out, except his Mum said he wasn't to touch himself."

Babs got up and wandered over to him. She reached out and tickled him with her
finger under his balls as if she were tickling a cat under the chin.

"There are other ways," she said seductively.

"Babs! That's illegal!"

"You kissed him too, Claire!"

"I know, but..." They both started giggling uncontrollably. "Hey, why don't we
take a break from training and have a nice warm jacuzzi?"

"What?" Stephen replied.

"Haven't you ever been in a Jacuzzi, Stephen?"

"Eh, n-no."


"Oh, well! First time for everything!" Babs took him by the hand and led him
around the pool, up the steps and into the jacuzzi. Stephen climbed up the
steps and sat down in the hot water. He let out a scream as his waist dipped
below the water.

"Before we get in," Claire said, "you have to put on this."

"A blindfold?"

They nodded. Stephen slowly put on the blindfold. There wasn't anything they
could to humiliate him more, was there? A few seconds later, the girls got in,
one on either side of him. Stephen felt himself being picked up and bounced
down on Claire's lap. It took him a few seconds to realise that his little
bottom was sitting on something fuzzy.

The women were both naked...

"Do you know what little boys like to do in jacuzzis?" Claire asked.

Stephen shook his head. He wanted to play with himself under the water, but he
was too scared in case someone saw him and told Mother.

He needn't have bothered. Seconds later, he felt a firm hand on his diamond
hard penis.

"Well," Babs went on, "sometimes, they like to put their little willies up
against the bubbles because it makes them feel good. Would you like to do
that?"

Stephen nodded. He didn't want to be disagreeable. The woman frightened the
hell out of him even more than Mother did.

"Well, why don't you stand up - yes, that's it - put one leg either side of me
- very good!" Babs cooed. She now had him standing up in the jacuzzi with his
legs spread outside hers. "Now, I can direct the air..."

Suddenly, a torrent of water shot up out of the jacuzzi and onto the underside
of his balls. It was almost as hard and yet soft as another hand.

He reached down, but Babs stopped him.

"Don't be a naughty boy, or we may have to tell your Mummy...?"

"Please..." Stephen groaned, desperate to release. He was almost in tears, he
was so bad.

"Not until we say so!" Claire said, stroking the back of his hand. "Why don't
you put them here?"

She took Stephen's hands and guided them onto her firm breasts. Behind him, he
felt Claire suddenly rubbing her naked crotch up against his red hot bum. He
spread his legs even more and groaned. The first tears rolled down his cheeks.
Any minute now he was going to cum. He wanted to cum. He had to cum. He
couldn't bare any more of this.

Claire's hand reached round and grabbed his chest. Her other hand grabbed his
penis. The water splashed up on his balls. His bottom arched back into Claire.

He felt as if he had an electric generator strapped to the inside of his legs.

Three quick strokes later he was ejaculating all over Babs. His first spurt
landed on her face, the rest on her breasts and tummy.

He would have collapsed into the water if Claire hadn't grabbed him. "Oh,
you're not finished yet," she said, a little sadistically. "You can't leave
poor Babs like that! Stand up!" Somehow, Stephen managed to stand up. He was
shaking. Partly because of his ordeal and partly because the tone in the girls
voices was suddenly a lot harsher.

Babs gave him a firm whack on the bottom that people on the beach probably
heard.

"I propose you clean her up with your tongue," Claire said.

"I agree," Babs said. She clambered out of the jacuzzi and lay down on her
stomach. "Over here, big squirter!" Stephen clambered through the water, knelt
down beside her and started licking her soft wet abdomen and breasts.

He was beginning to hate the taste of his own sperm, but had a feeling he was
going to have to get used to it.

ENDS

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