Home Alone... Part 13

OMG! I am standing in a lady’s restroom, on school district property; naked except for some sort of flimsy garment which I am now almost certain is a type of dress. As if that were not enough, my daughter and her friend are watching as I rinse water over my groin, effectively removing all of my pubic hair. To top it off, as I am looking for a paper towel dispenser I realize that Susan has been documenting this event on her phone!

I desperately want to strangle this girl. At the same time I want to bend her over the sink and show her what she is doing to me! You can feel free to interpret that to mean I want to fuck her brains out or that I want to blister her ass with a spanking she would never forget. Either way you are right! LOL! Fortunately or not, my 17 yr old daughter is in collusion with this demoness, so my fate is sealed for now.

"Need a touch up?" Susan offers, handing the tube of lotion to me, as I stand there looking at my newly exposed genitals in the mirror.

"Why?" I ask. "What the hell am I supposed to tell Laura? I look like I'm 10 yrs old down there!"

"Really Dad, were you that big at 10?" Kylie asks.

I look at my daughter trying to decide, is that a serious question or is she being a smart ass? Am I really considering answering this question? After yesterday, I really didn't think this day could be worse, yet somehow I fear the day is far from over. I decide to ignore the question.

Susan smiles and says, "You're almost totally smooth now, it will be easier to explain if it looks complete and planned. So you might as well finish!"

Her logic escapes me momentarily but if I am to attempt to explain this to my wife she is not wrong exactly. So, against my better judgment I reapply the depilatory cream from the sex shop to my groin, much to the liking of my audience. At this point I don't even protest the camera. My God how far down the rabbit hole we have come.

Apparently I managed to get some of the cream on my rear as well so in order to not appear unkempt, the girls assisted me in completing the process on my derriere. After drying off I am gifted with a black satin G-string or banana hammock, which has to be tied to fit. I don this with some apprehension but being as it is almost all I have to wear at the moment I am not ready to complain. I have no idea what sort of pictures now exist of me in all my glory but realize that it is pointless to be concerned. I am fully at the mercy of these girls and subject to whatever they require of me. Somehow this is almost less stressful than it was before this realization.

Susan now produces her backpack, from which she pulls the parcel from the sex shop. I can't help but wonder what else could be held in that damn kit.

Kylie is responding to a text when she nods to Susan and grins, turning towards me she says, "OK this is where you pay Miley back for earlier" as Susan hands me some sort of mask.

Have you ever seen BDSM porn? Well this is something like you might wear to make a video where you want to protect your identity. It is in such videos alone that I have seen suck masks. This one appears to be real leather, so this must be where my money went. Next she produces a pair of restraints that have me backing up quick.

"Wait just a minute! Just what do you think..."

"Just listen, here's what you need to do, you have about three minutes before a group of girls are going to arrive here. You can put on the mask and play along, after which you can get dressed and go to the game or go home. You also can choose to walk out to the truck as you are, wearing nothing but your new G-string. The keys are out there in the bushes near the entrance to this restroom; your clothes are in the truck" explains Susan.

"If you put on the mask, and keep your mouth shut no one will probably know who you are. Then all you have to do is let us cuff you to the frame of the stalls right there." Kylie adds, eyes sparkling anew with a form of glee akin to Susan's own.

I consider my options, as if I have any. Minutes later I am alone, masked, wearing only a thin black strip of cloth, tied to the supports of the partitions in a women's restroom. I am plasti-cuffed in such a way that I cannot immediately see or be seen by whomever enters the facilities. I am facing away from the entrance, spread eagle the middle of 3 stalls. My arms and legs are restrained and I am both scared and excited beyond description.

I don't know how long it was exactly but shortly I hear voices outside. They mostly all sound very young which heightens my fear. This just might kill me, I think as my heart races. I try to recall the layout of the campus facilities. What time is it? How long till the game starts? How many women or girls are likely to be here early and try to come in here? In other words, how long till I get arrested?

There is less discussion outside now though one voice sounds familiar as I hear the door open with a distinctive squeal of hinge. I strain to glance at the doorway, and then turn away as not one but three girls enter the facilities.

"My, oh my, what have we found? It seems someone has captured a pervert!" A voice says, one vaguely familiar but not that of either of my daughters, nor Susan. "So it's true!" She adds as she gets closer, having realized I suppose, that I am truly restrained. "We were told that there was someone in here that likes to be naughty and needs to be punished. You certainly look like you fit that description! What's your name?"

I say nothing. At this point I am shaking, so I am uncertain that I could answer. I take a moment to glance around and I see that there are 3 cheerleaders in the room as well as Miley! I'm not sure how I missed her but perhaps it is the bright uniforms that the first 3 girls are wearing that distracted me? I think I see a little doubt in her eyes as she surveys the scene.

Crissy is holding a riding crop. Oh hell, where did that come from? As she speaks to me, "If you won’t answer a simple question we might have to use this." As with a smack she swats one hand with the instrument, testing it for effectiveness on herself. "Ouch! That really smarts."

It is a good thing I am wearing the mask at this point as I am crimson underneath it with shame. My cock is practically twitching and I'm afraid I could ejaculate any minute. I can’t guess all of what is about to transpire but I can see where it is headed.

“What else is in his bag of tricks over there?” Crissy asks a cute brunette, who so far hasn’t fully committed to participating in whatever is about to happen in here.

She and a redhead turn to the sink behind them and there is the package from the sex shop. The redhead pulls out a tasseled looking thing that can be used as a whip. There is a momentary exchange of looks around the room where I can almost see a spark jump from one pair of eyes to the next. This is not going to be pleasant.

“You know Mr., we get that there are perverts in the stands, we may be cheer leaders but we aren’t stupid. You can look but not touch, right? Well to be honest I know a few girls that get really excited knowing you’re out there. Did you know that?” Crissy asks me. When I don’t reply, she swats me lightly and I jump like a spooked cat! “Well, at least we know you’re awake!” She laughs.

The redhead squeezes around me to see from the front. As she does I feel a hand touch where I was recently swatted. This causes my already hard cock to twitch again. This catches the eye of the redhead who is intently inspecting my face and my crotch.
“I wonder if we should take the mask off for him” The brunette asks the other girls, as she too works herself closer to where I am secured.

Miley votes for my anonymity, saying “I don’t think we want to recognize him if we see him at the grocery do we? He could even be a teacher! It’s bad enough he can see us!”

“Good Idea” a voice says from the doorway as Susan and Kylie enter “We just stuck a sign on the door outside; officially this restroom is out of order temporarily. Let’s fix that! I don't think it fair for him to see us at all."

My cock is starting to hurt a bit now as it feels like it has been hard for hours with no relief. I am actually glad to see Susan, strange huh? I guess I feel like there is at least a chance of some relief and not just torture as long as she is around. In her way, she certainly seems to have enjoyed my ejaculations in the past. Well I was glad until she unties my G-string and uses it to blindfold me!

“So you’re the girls who texted Miley?” Crissy asks Susan.

“This is my sister Kylie, and her friend Susan.” Miley says.

Crissy says, “I wish we didn’t have a game to do today, but we are glad to help with this pervert. I for one wonder if he would even know what to do with one of us if he had us tied up like this. I bet he would be so scared he couldn’t get it up!”

“That doesn’t seem to be a problem right now, at least! He’s even shaved!” The red head interjects as she runs a couple of fingers over my balls.

Someone reaches around and grabs my cock, hard. I almost yell in protest but resist as it would be unwise to draw attention to this restroom. I cannot tell who has me but their grip is surprising and unfamiliar but I wouldn’t say inexperienced. I think she must be trying to make me lose some blood flow so as not to cum yet? Not sure really but it feels like I’m in a vise!

A nearby voice speaks, the brunette, “Let’s turn him around or cut him loose, he can’t exactly get away with 6 of us and there’s plenty more people outside by now. The game starts in an hour and a half and we need to be on the field before then.”

“I texted coach and said we were coming together and we might be a few minutes later than usual but would be there in plenty of time. So we have time to play a bit.” Crissy says. “Before we untie him I think he needs a few good swats to get him warmed up. After all, that tile floor will be cold!”

“No, Please don’t!” I plead feebly.

“He speaks!” Crissy says, “You hush, you had your chance and you don’t get a vote in this. Now who wants to do him? How many lashes? I’m going to give him 5 for waiting so long to speak and then depending on what you girls do maybe 5 more for being such a pussy.”

The hand on my cock has swapped but is still firm, now she is reaching around from the left. Is it the brunette? Not sure but I think so, I wish she was stroking me instead… don’t think about that Ed!

Miley speaks up, “I think 5 sounds like a fair number. We can each choose which crop, how hard and even where we strike. Then we should leave so he can get out of here before someone comes!”

“Not a bad point but we can watch the time; I have an alarm set on my phone” says Susan. “Speaking of which let’s get one or two pics! Anyone want to take them? Who’s good with a camera? I’m not too shabby but I want to be in a few too!”

Damn, again with the camera phones. I’d like to strangle the guy who decided to put cameras on phones. The girls proceed to take turns snapping pics of themselves alternately swatting my ass with either the riding crop or the whip until everyone has made the round. My ass is quite warm and tender, not to mention my cock is back at full staff and throbbing again. I am released and am tenderly eased to the floor when Crissy realizes she forgot her extra 5 lashes.

“Well it looks like you are feeling those 30 on your backside. Lay down on the floor and maybe I’ll be gentle with the last 5. Not sure about you girls but this was fun.”

I sit, and then lay on my back on the dirty concrete floor. I start to cover myself but someone swats my hands with the crop and warns me that every time I try to hide it my dick or hands or balls will be cropped. Thus I am laying almost spread eagle when I feel the tasseled whip slide over my body, down my right shoulder over my chest, abdomen, groin and thighs. I shiver, not knowing what is coming or when due to the improvised blindfold.

Swat! There is a sting in my crotch, my penis is on fire, my hands instinctively grab to protect my privates but then my knuckles are popped. I quickly get my hands away from my groin as I can’t stand the thought of my cock getting cropped.

“Oh Shit, that’s hot!” Someone says. I am so distracted I cannot make out the voice.

The tassels are gliding up my legs, thighs, groin, abdomen, Swat! My right thigh, Shit! That hurts. F@$K! I hope this doesn’t leave me marked up! The tassels are on the move, zigzagging across my groin and midsection, left shoulder, right… they are lightly lifted… nothing, Swat! Damn, full in the groin! I may never cum again, or I might cum any second.

“Let him recover a second, OK?” That sounded like Susan. I think my ears might be fooling me though. It seems if it was her she might have a heart after all.

“Roll over, and get up on your knees, pervert. These last two are gonna sting” Crissy says.

As I comply, she apparently reconsiders and speaks to Miley, “Miles, you do the honors, you may not be in the squad yet but you will be and you brought us here!”

I am relieved, to hear this until I feel, Swat, Swat! WTF? My ass is on fire! I flip over and put my ass down to protect it, I’m sitting gingerly as I consider…

“Damn, he’s still hard! I need to try this with my boyfriend! Girls chuckle and laugh…

“I think I need an older boyfriend!” Crissy says to additional laughs. “Lay down perv!”

Kylie interjects, “We agreed to 5, he’s done.”

“Yeah, OK, you’re right he’s done but he’s still got that!” Crissy says, as she guides me onto my back. “He can’t walk out of here like that, any takers?”
With that I feel someone straddle my chest and it takes me a moment to realize I am in a 69, with first one then several hands all over my cock and balls. I am still blindfolded but after about the second or third time something rubbed against my face I got the point.

I have no idea who or even if there was more than one girl who sat on my face. I tried to eat their cheer leading outfits and at least one was not wearing one so either they took it off or I ate one of the girls who are riding home with me. Again, I have no idea. The girls leave to go to the game after I shoot my load, I think I might have hit the ceiling a few times. It was definitely memorable. When I come down I think I am alone, I remove the blindfold. Put it back on properly. I look around and indeed I am alone. My clothes are in the sink closest to the stalls. These I grab and get dressed immediately. I almost walk outside still wearing the mask! On the way out I remove the out of order sign on the door. Even my truck keys are in the sink in the restroom so I don’t have to crawl around looking for them in the bushes.

I go sit in the truck as the game starts. I need to recover a bit. My system is overloaded I guess as I actually doze off and only wake for the last half of the game. The girls apparently got worried and came to look for me. I was asleep in the truck. We stayed for halftime then by mutual agreement we left early.

I dropped Susan off at her home. Her parents seem nice; no clue where she gets it from, but that girl still scares me a bit. I made the usual chit chat in the driveway. Something was said about getting together, the girls mentioned future plans. Wait, what? Damn…

I couldn’t wait to get home, shower and go to bed.