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I hadn't written any creative fiction since i left high school many years ago and i wanted to try my hand again. A recent conversation (real or imaginary, i can't remember) turned to the topic of what was a typical male sex fantasy, and it occurred to me that this might be something interesting to use for a story. (I liked to write this sort of thing at school, which generally got me in trouble but sometimes got me good marks too.) It's just a bit of pornography, but it was an opportunity to practice writing again. I liked the way it turned out, so i'll let you read it.

If you want to criticise (constructively please!) please feel free.

Sixteen

The plan had been hatched at a late night vodka session.

In the alcoholic haze the idea was deliciously wicked and grew more exciting as the details fell into place. The girls were agreed. It was a pact. When the next morning's hangover had passed, the idea still seemed feasible, and neither was going to be the one to chicken out.

Over the next three weeks they prepared their plan. As it came together in more and more detail, they began to realise that they were really going to go through with it. The final week arrived and events were in motion.

Sunday was Gareth’s birthday. Sweet sixteen (never been?). Tania’s parents were out of town Saturday night and she had the house to herself. They didn’t mind her throwing Gareth a birthday party - nothing had ever been broken at any of her previous affairs and they trusted her completely. The stage was set.

He was honoured of course to have a party thrown for him, especially by these two. He was new in this crowd, still trying to fit in, and Tania and Alicia were goddesses to him.

They were a year above him at school, both older than he was - Tania seventeen and Alicia eighteen - and most of their friends were older too. But they had been nice to him, and welcomed him into their circles. They often spoke of him as their pet, and he was as loyal and adoring as any dog.

He was more than happy to leave everything to them. Their promise of a "special surprise" filled his imagination with all kinds of fantasies while he waited for Saturday night to arrive. He tried to put them out of his mind as he approached Tania’s door.

It was only fantasy - he knew better than to expect what he would like to think. The girls liked to play up their 'wild child' reputation, and it wasn't all for show. More than once he had seen them reduce to tears some guy who’d tried to sleaze on to one of them. He remembered painfully the first (and last) time he’d pronounced Tania’s name as 'tanya' rather than 'tarnia'. Whatever they had in mind for him, it was probably not going to be to his liking. But it was nice to dream.

Eleven thirty. Gareth sipped nervously at his seventh scotch and coke. He’d watched them dancing all night - Alicia in one of her sixties dresses and doc boots, Tania in that little black dress and lacy cardigan. He lusted after both equally, though their looks were vastly different. He always thought Alicia looked like a fairy princess, with her tiny waist, pixie face and long blonde dreads. Tania was the opposite, with her dark eyes and fuller figure. Her black hair tied back gave her face a cute cherubesque look. Damian had once referred to her as a "fat chick" (which he lived to regret after she found out about it). Gareth didn’t think it was an accurate description anyhow. He would trade his left arm for a night with either of them. And they knew it.

That was probably why they were stringing him along. The sly smiles and suggestive glances in his direction only confirmed that some nasty trick awaited him. Or maybe it was nothing at all. Maybe that was the trick. Already he felt a little left out. Though it was supposed to be his birthday, it was really Tania and Alicia’s party. Barely two people had wished him a happy birthday and the two girls had hardly spoken to him all night. If they hadn’t kept looking at him, whispering and laughing, he might have wondered if he was really there at all.

But regardless of anything, the fact they had thrown him this party meant at least that he was accepted. He brightened up a little at this thought.

It was a little after two when Alicia woke him, whispering in his ear. He must have dozed off for a bit. She told him that Tania was in her room, preparing his present, and that he should follow her in about five minutes time to come see it. "Don’t make it obvious" she whispered as she kissed him on the cheek.

He watched her cross the living room and disappear into Tania’s bedroom at the end of the hall. He waited a couple of minutes, then casually made his way around the dancing and drinking partygoers and along the hall to pause at the closed door. He looked behind to see nobody was watching, took another swig of scotch, then entered the room.

He looked like a frightened rabbit as he came through the door, wide eyes framed by his limp black hair, pale cheeks flushed, swaying a little drunkenly on his skinny legs. The girls shot each other a smile. He had no idea what he was in for. He was completely at their mercy.

His eyes darted around the room, looking for clues as to what fate awaited him. The room was much like his own, adorned with various posters and pieces of Tania’s artwork and photographs. He noticed she had the same Joy Division poster as he had. A lamp in the corner covered with silk scarves threw a soft, psychedelic light around the room, blending with the glow of several candles.

Tania’s bedroom - one of his most sacred sites. He had entered Mecca.

Tania sat in a large red chair in a corner, while Alicia reclined on the low bed against the far wall. Their smiles gave no clue as to what they had planned for him.

They rose and took him by the hand, leading him to the bed and gently laying him down.

"Give me your hand" Tania whispered.

"Why?"

"So I can put these on."

He looked and saw a set of handcuffs attached to the corner post of the bed. A quick glance confirmed another on the opposite side. He knew it, they were up to something.

"No way."

Tania leaned close to him and whimpered in a baby voice: "But then you won’t get your pwesent, sweetie."

When he hesitated still, she kissed him deeply on the mouth. As her tongue circled his, he felt his resistance crumble. As the handcuffs clicked shut, he knew he would regret this.

Tania locked the bedroom door, as Alicia knelt by the cassette player. A blast of dirty, grinding bass guitar burst into the room, something he had heard before but couldn't quite place. Tania began to dance, grinding her hips in time with the music. Alicia turned slowly in the corner, eyes cast toward the ceiling, hands coiling and snaking like a Balinese dancer. He’d watched them dance many times before, but there was something more erotic in the way they moved their bodies tonight. He liked it.

Alicia had stopped turning. Still watching the ceiling, she let her hands wander over her torso, then lifted and tossed her hair casually as if she was unaware of anyone watching. A shiver ran down Gareth's spine. Tania was closer to him now, swaying her hips and smiling. Slowly she peeled her cardigan from her shoulders and let it fall to the floor.

So this was to be a striptease show?

Yeah, he wished!

It didn’t matter anyway. Whatever they were up to, just being tied to Tania’s bed and watching them dance like this was something he would long remember. No matter what followed, it was a new experience, something he could look back on. And so far it was good.

He remembered why he liked that dress that Tania always wore. Two thin shoestring straps, no bra underneath, looking like the whole thing could snap or slip and leave nothing between her and the open air. He had fantasised about that dress many times. After tonight he knew he would have a new fantasy.

She was standing next to him now, and caught him by surprise as she stepped onto the bed and stood above him. His first impulse was to sneak a look up her dress, but he knew better. He studied the contours of the ceiling with fascination. Suddenly, she dropped to her knees and sat astride him. Her shoulders swayed in time with the music, as her chest drew closer to his face. He didn’t pretend to look away now, determined to prove he wasn’t embarrassed. She was now just inches away, teasing and irresistible. He stretched forward to try to place a kiss on her flesh, but she sat up and pushed him back down.

So this was how it was to be - look but don’t touch. Okay.

She rose and stood with one foot on the floor, the other on the bed beside him. Slowly she unbuckled her boot and slipped it from her foot, then peeled the fishnet stocking from her leg, draping it across his face. Flicking his eyes free, he looked for a glimpse of suspender, but saw none.

As she repeated the process with the other leg, a line from a tv show found its way into his head.

"I get it, you’re trying to make me drown in my own drool."

She pressed a finger to his lips to silence him, then moved away. Another song was playing, but he couldn’t put a name to it.

He looked around for Alicia but couldn’t see where she’d gone. A movement beyond the foot of the bed caught his eye. She was there, slinking along on all fours like a cat, and he realised she looked a little more drunk than he'd seen her before. She saw him notice her, grinned and slunk her way along by the bed, then crawled on top. She sat astride him as Tania had and looked down at him with blinking eyes. He couldn't help thinking to himself it was a pity her dress wasn’t cut as low.

She reached out and began to unbutton his shirt. He felt the pressure rise inside his jeans, hoping she wouldn’t notice it from where she sat. She finished unbuttoning and lay his white chest bare. Her head rolled slowly and the tips of her dreads collected on his stomach. It tickled but he refused to squirm. He held his face straight like a mask. She let her hair trail along his stomach and chest, tracing little circles on his skin as he struggled to keep still and look nonchalant. Suddenly she began to thrash her head from side to side in time with the music, whipping his face with her dreadlocks like a cat o' nine tails. Tania burst out laughing behind her and Gareth's mask collapsed completely.

Alicia slipped from the bed and whispered something in Tania’s ear, then turned and lifted her hair above her head with both hands. Tania found the catch and unzipped Alicia’s dress to the waist. Gareth craned his neck to see as she slipped out of her dress and let it fall to the floor. This was getting better all the time.

She looked even more like a pixie now, standing there in her little bra, black tights and docs. She must have sensed what he was thinking, or perhaps knew how she must look. A sweet smile spread across her face as she fluttered her lashes and curtsied daintily, spun around like a ballerina, then took a seat in the big red chair.

She crossed her legs and motioned to Tania, who came and sat by her feet and began to undo her laces. As the first boot was slipped from her foot, she recrossed her legs and offered the other, all the while smiling at Gareth with her most innocent expression. When the second boot was removed, she raised her hips as Tania reached out and took hold of the elastic of her tights, slowly lowering them over her thighs and to the floor.

Instead of a fairy princess, Alicia was now a queen as she rose from the chair. She paced regally around the room, a picture of elegance despite walking in her underwear. As she strode by she lifted her hair again like some movie star or model. Or a goddess. Then the wicked smile flashed across her face and she suddenly dropped to the floor.

She had decided to be the cat again, rubbing her cheek against the corner of the bed and padding around the room. She pawed her way over to Tania, smooched against her leg, then rose and wrapped her arms around her waist. They began to dance, Alicia clinging behind Tania, their hips moving in unison. She lowered her head and eased a strap free from Tania’s shoulder with her teeth, then repeated with the other.

Gareth struggled to see as the black cloth fell away from Tania’s breasts. In the soft light they looked impossibly smooth and round, apart from a few goosebumps and the rough textured skin around her nipples. He wondered what they would be like to touch.

He wondered if he was going to find out.

The dress fell to the floor and was kicked aside. The girls danced, Alicia behind with her arms around Tania’s waist, hips moving as before. Tania hesitated for a second, then took Alicia’s hands and placed them on her breasts. Alicia followed the lead and began to gently knead and caress, rolling nipples between her fingers, then with thumb and forefinger. Tania raised her arms above her head, enjoying the look on Gareth’s face. A hand slipped from her chest and strayed lower. Painted fingernails played teasingly on the front of her underwear, then slipped inside. She held her breath, wondering just how far Alicia was going to go with this. But the hand retreated and Alicia spun away. Tania danced slowly, sliding her hands over her body, running the tip of her tongue across her teeth and trying not to laugh.

Alicia had again become the queen, her head held high as she strode about the room. She stepped onto the bed and stood looking down at Gareth. She offered him a foot and he kissed it. Pleased with this, she sat down on the bed, back turned to him as she unclasped her bra and slipped it from her shoulders. She lay back across him, bra laying unfastened on her chest. She toyed with the lacy cloth, not quite letting him see beneath. Then in an instant it was flung across his eyes. By the time he shook his head free, she was the cat again and all he could see was her arching back. She slunk across the room, then paused by the far wall. She turned, lowered her chest to rest on the floor, reached behind her and drew her pants down over her thighs, crawling away from them when they reached her knees. He watched the now naked cat until she disappeared behind the foot of the bed.

Tania stood against the dresser now, watching Alicia’s antics, one arm crossed casually in front of her chest. The pose seemed oddly modest, given the situation, but he found that somehow it made it all the more erotic.

The cat was by his side now, resting her chin on the bed and smiling up at him. She rose to her feet, covering herself like that painting of Venus, then flung herself face up across his lap. He gazed down at her naked torso, and didn’t mind this time whether she felt the hardness that was pressing against the small of her back.

She began to writhe on his lap, running her hands over her body. Then she flipped onto her stomach, kicking her legs like some bathing beauty from a 1950s postcard. As Tania approached the bed, Alicia reached toward her and slowly began to peel the last piece of clothing from her, exposing first the swell of her hip bones, a curl of pubic hair, a little more, finally letting it fall to the floor. Tania lowered herself to the bed and they lay either side of him, kissing him gently on the forehead and cheek.

"How do you like your birthday so far?"

"Can’t complain.." was the best answer he could manage.

The girls smiled at each other. He hadn’t seen anything yet.

They began to kiss him again, covering first his head and neck with kisses, then his shoulders and chest. His head began to spin, and the next few minutes were a blur of kisses, breasts, tongues in his ear, nails on his skin. Fingers strayed toward his waist. He became still as they began to unbuckle his belt. His button was unfastened and the zipper slowly lowered. He lifted his hips to let them take down his jeans. They stopped at his ankles, having forgotten to remove his boots. As they fumbled with the laces, he wished he’d worn his zip-up ones.

Finally, his boots and socks lay on the floor, followed shortly by his jeans. He lay in his underpants and shivered. The girls lay beside him again, fingernails tracing circles on his stomach.

He wished they would hurry. Please, let them do it.

No girl had ever seen him naked before, and he was eager to be free of the last layer of fabric covering him. He held his breath as their fingernails traced the surface of his briefs, then slipped inside the elastic. He gasped as they lifted it clear, feeling the cool air surround him. He looked from face to face at the first girls to look upon his naked body.

Tania grinned. "At least we know you’re enjoying yourself."

He tried to speak, but barely managed a grunt.

"I’ll take that as a yes. Close your, eyes birthday boy."

"What for?"

"So you can get your present, silly."

He didn’t have to be asked twice.

They rose from the bed and looked down at him. He looked so cute and pathetic - naked, spreadeagled on the bed, mouth hanging open, eyes screwed tightly shut, pink cheeks even more flushed than usual.

This was going to be fun.

The first flash of light startled him. The second left him blinded. Only with the third and fourth did he realise what was happening, as his eyes adjusted and he saw the polaroid camera in each girl’s hand.

So it was a trick! He knew it! But then why the strip show? He was confused.

They put the cameras aside and lay down beside him again.

"Just for insurance.." Tania whispered with a kiss.

Alicia stroked his cheek, then pressed her lips softly against his. Her tongue darted between his teeth teasingly, then sought out his own. He kissed her passionately, savouring the taste of her mouth. He felt Tania’s tongue snake along his flank, tracing each rib on its journey downwards.

Alicia moved to suckle at his breast, her teeth gently biting at his nipple. He could feel Tania gnawing at his hip bone, before moving slowly in the direction he was praying for. He gasped as her fingers closed on him and she placed her first kiss. Alicia looked up and moved to join her.

He craned his neck to watch as kisses became licks flickering across the contours of his skin. The tongues met and the girls laughed. He couldn’t even manage a smile. Their licks grew longer, slower, covering his skin in cool strokes that caught the breeze of their breath. Soft kisses made warm each spot they were placed.

Half of his mind wanted them to take it slowly, hoping to draw the moment out as long as possible. Half wanted them to take him now. The latter was soon rewarded, as soft lips closed on him, then engulfed him in warm wetness. This was like nothing he had imagined. His whole world consisted of the warmth of that mouth, the swirl of her tongue and the curtain of dreadlocks that hid the ritual from his eyes. Slowly she withdrew and again he felt the coolness of her breath on his wet flesh.

Both girls were kissing and licking him again, laughing and whispering to each other. Occasionally they would pause to exchange a kiss. All he could think of was Tania taking him in her mouth as Alicia had done.

Soon, but not soon enough, she did. This time he could see, as she placed her lips gently over him. Her eyes met his and a smile spread across her face. She stopped and drew back, regarding him with a smirk. He watched her move close again, held his breath as she paused, tried to believe it was real as he looked into the eyes of a girl whose tongue swirled softly around the tip of his penis. He tried to speak but couldn’t. He could barely remember how to breathe. She closed her eyes and slid her mouth slowly down over him. Again the world was warm and moist and wonderful.

A familiar feeling began to rise. As she drew away again, he felt teeth scrape against his delicate flesh. The feeling grew stronger. He closed his eyes and tried to think of something else. He didn’t want it to end yet. He didn't know what else they might have in mind. He felt the moist warmth again, then cool air and kisses. Desperately he tried to distract himself, find anything to think about. He wondered what he would have said if he’d known a week ago what he would see tonight. Would he have believed it if somebody had told him? Did he believe it now?

But the feeling was not to be denied. He felt it rising in his stomach and hips and thighs. He wondered if he should warn them it was about to happen. What were you supposed to do in this situation?

They knew already.

As his hips began to stir, their kisses and licks grew faster. Two fingers found his nipple and squeezed. Another slipped between his buttocks. A cry like a strangled calf escaped his throat as the pressure exploded. He felt a splash on his stomach, then a warm river trickling towards his pubic hair. Its flow was cut short by the sweep of a tongue.

He opened his eyes. He wanted to see this. It was hard to believe that this was really happening, that it wasn't something from a porn site or a fantasy he'd made up. This was him, and it was them. This was real.

He was subsiding now.

As Tania reached for some tissues, Alicia came and lay by him.

"Happy birthday, sweetie" she purred.

Once more she kissed him, deeply and slowly. He thought that her mouth tasted sweeter than before. With a start he realised why. He tried to pull back, but she kissed him harder. He stopped fighting. If it was okay for them, then he guessed he shouldn't have a problem with it either. But he still wasn’t sure he liked the idea.

Tania finished wiping his stomach and the girls rose and began to dress.

"So, you gonna untie me?" he breathed.

"No, we thought we’d leave you like that and move the rest of the party in here." Tania’s voice was perfectly flat and he wondered if she was joking. After tonight he was unsure just what they were capable of.

He was still in chains by the time they were fully dressed. Tania came towards him holding some photographs. As he looked on the pictures, he remembered. The cameras.

Each polaroid showed a skinny boy, naked and handcuffed, legs spread and genitalia lying askew. They were off colour and distorted, but the features were undeniably his.

"Now, listen carefully. If anybody asks us, this is all that happened. We tied you up and took these pictures. Tell anybody what happened here and you’ll find these on every noticeboard in the school. Who do you think they’re going to believe?"

The firmness of her voice left no doubt that she was serious. Only his earnest pledge of secrecy brought her smile back. She kissed him gently as she released the handcuffs.

"Good boy. Now get dressed and come dance with us."

He hadn’t noticed how sore his arms and legs had become. As the girls smiled and left the room, he tottered after them and locked the door.

Slowly he began to dress, running over the night’s events in his mind. He was dying to tell someone, to share this experience, but the thought of his family jewels on display in the lunchroom banished any temptation of that.

One day he would tell someone, but for now it was between him and his diary. Yes. He must write it down as soon as he got home, before he forgot a single detail. A thought occurred to him and he quickly scanned his body. Near his waist he found a small purplish bruise, just beginning to show. It didn’t prove anything, but at least he could look at it and remember tonight had been real. It was a pity it wouldn’t last. He’d love to have a more permanent momento.

A new thought came to him. He looked about the room, searching for something he could souvenir without endangering his health. His eyes fell upon the twin keys dangling from an open handcuff. He reached for his belt and produced his keyring. His own handcuff key was identical. Quickly he removed one of Tania’s keys and replaced it with his own. He threaded her key on his chain and slung it around his neck.

Quickly he finished dressing and unlocked the door to rejoin the party.

He smiled to himself as he left the room.

He had always wanted to have a lucky charm.

stranger..

August 1997.

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