לפני 15 שנים. 9 במאי 2009 בשעה 10:35
“But what if there’s someone else?”
“It’s all part of the challenge. Anyway, don’t be such a baby, it’ll be fun. When was the last time you had an opportunity to walk around naked in a castle?”
I let her slide my pants all the way down. She put them in her bag, took my hand and we started walking.
I’d seen few people on the walls before but I was worried nonetheless. I didn’t relish the prospect of appearing before a couple on a tryst out with only my shirt on. It was one thing to be naked in front of a woman I desired but quite another to be exposed before people I didn’t know. I might even be arrested. On top of it all the butt plug seemed always to be slipping out. I had to clench every muscle to keep it in place but it was almost as if it had a life of its own. Every now and then I was sure it trembled slightly as if trying to escape its prison. I clenched my muscles even harder but that only brought me into closer contact with its cold body. After a while the cold was so intense it was painful.
“You’re so quiet”, she said.
“I’m a bit uncomfortable. The butt plug is very cold.”
“Don’t worry, you’re doing fine and by the looks of it I’d say you were even enjoying yourself”, she said and glanced at my tumescent penis. At the tip a drop of precum twinkled in the moonlight.
“You’re not in any pain are you?”, she inquired solicitously.
“No, I...uh”.
There were soft noises on the path ahead of us.
“There are people there”, I whispered.
“So, you’re not afraid are you?”, she said in an alarmingly loud stage whisper.
“Well, actually I am. I don’t want to be arrested.”
“Hmmm...”, she considered, all the while pulling me closer to the voices. I was beginning to panic. I stopped, too afraid to move on.
“I have an idea”, she said brightly, slapping my penis for emphasis, “the further you go the easier I’ll make the last challenge. I’ll give you a point for every step you take. Every step is worth one percent. So if you take 50 steps it’ll make the last challenge 50% easier! How does that sound? That last challenge could be p-r-e-t-t-y difficult.”
I didn’t like the sound of that. The truth is I had no idea how I’d even managed to get this far. I was aroused, more aroused than ever before. But through the haze of alcohol and testosterone I felt shame and humiliation trying to push through. I was midway through the challenges and I didn’t want to stop now, but I was also aware that my feelings about this moment would be quite different tomorrow. I hesitated. Finally my more immediate needs won over prudence. So I strained my eyes and ears and started inching forward. I didn’t even know how she would translate the difficulty of the challenge to percentage points, but somehow I felt I had no choice but to trust her.
“Come on, you can take bigger steps than that. Those are baby steps!”, she said and demonstrated a step so wide it was almost a split. It also had the effect of hiking up her skirt, revealing a pair of perfect, tanned buttocks separated by a black thong.
“Oops!”, she said bashfully.
“Shhh, please be more quiet”, I begged.
“Sorry”, her eyes twinkled.
I continued my advance. Any moment now I would be revealed, a pervert exposing himself before a couple on a romantic night out. The butt plug gave another quiver and almost slipped out. I reached back with my hand to stop it but she slapped it away.
“Uh-uh, no hands”.
The butt plug was almost out. I could feel it. And when it crashed to the ground so would my hopes of winning the challenge. I bent over quickly, butt high in the air, hoping to let gravity slip it back inside of me. I relaxed my muscles, trying to ease its way back in. Slowly, it slid back in.
Finally, I managed it. With a final twitch it made its way back into its place. I straightened up and saw she was laughing breathlessly, almost unable to keep upright. I grudgingly admitted there was something comic about the whole situation but still felt resentful at the way she enjoyed it so.
But then a movement on the path drew my eye and I realized something worse, much worse, was going to happen to my self esteem. My exertions had made me oblivious to the voices stopping, but now I realized that their owners were standing on the path right in front of me. Two girls, about 17 years old, were standing on the path. One was wide eyed with shock, the other wore a delighted expression on her face. She was staring right at my penis which was twitching slightly under her gaze. I’d never felt so exposed and ashamed my whole life.
“It’s all part of the challenge. Anyway, don’t be such a baby, it’ll be fun. When was the last time you had an opportunity to walk around naked in a castle?”
I let her slide my pants all the way down. She put them in her bag, took my hand and we started walking.
I’d seen few people on the walls before but I was worried nonetheless. I didn’t relish the prospect of appearing before a couple on a tryst out with only my shirt on. It was one thing to be naked in front of a woman I desired but quite another to be exposed before people I didn’t know. I might even be arrested. On top of it all the butt plug seemed always to be slipping out. I had to clench every muscle to keep it in place but it was almost as if it had a life of its own. Every now and then I was sure it trembled slightly as if trying to escape its prison. I clenched my muscles even harder but that only brought me into closer contact with its cold body. After a while the cold was so intense it was painful.
“You’re so quiet”, she said.
“I’m a bit uncomfortable. The butt plug is very cold.”
“Don’t worry, you’re doing fine and by the looks of it I’d say you were even enjoying yourself”, she said and glanced at my tumescent penis. At the tip a drop of precum twinkled in the moonlight.
“You’re not in any pain are you?”, she inquired solicitously.
“No, I...uh”.
There were soft noises on the path ahead of us.
“There are people there”, I whispered.
“So, you’re not afraid are you?”, she said in an alarmingly loud stage whisper.
“Well, actually I am. I don’t want to be arrested.”
“Hmmm...”, she considered, all the while pulling me closer to the voices. I was beginning to panic. I stopped, too afraid to move on.
“I have an idea”, she said brightly, slapping my penis for emphasis, “the further you go the easier I’ll make the last challenge. I’ll give you a point for every step you take. Every step is worth one percent. So if you take 50 steps it’ll make the last challenge 50% easier! How does that sound? That last challenge could be p-r-e-t-t-y difficult.”
I didn’t like the sound of that. The truth is I had no idea how I’d even managed to get this far. I was aroused, more aroused than ever before. But through the haze of alcohol and testosterone I felt shame and humiliation trying to push through. I was midway through the challenges and I didn’t want to stop now, but I was also aware that my feelings about this moment would be quite different tomorrow. I hesitated. Finally my more immediate needs won over prudence. So I strained my eyes and ears and started inching forward. I didn’t even know how she would translate the difficulty of the challenge to percentage points, but somehow I felt I had no choice but to trust her.
“Come on, you can take bigger steps than that. Those are baby steps!”, she said and demonstrated a step so wide it was almost a split. It also had the effect of hiking up her skirt, revealing a pair of perfect, tanned buttocks separated by a black thong.
“Oops!”, she said bashfully.
“Shhh, please be more quiet”, I begged.
“Sorry”, her eyes twinkled.
I continued my advance. Any moment now I would be revealed, a pervert exposing himself before a couple on a romantic night out. The butt plug gave another quiver and almost slipped out. I reached back with my hand to stop it but she slapped it away.
“Uh-uh, no hands”.
The butt plug was almost out. I could feel it. And when it crashed to the ground so would my hopes of winning the challenge. I bent over quickly, butt high in the air, hoping to let gravity slip it back inside of me. I relaxed my muscles, trying to ease its way back in. Slowly, it slid back in.
Finally, I managed it. With a final twitch it made its way back into its place. I straightened up and saw she was laughing breathlessly, almost unable to keep upright. I grudgingly admitted there was something comic about the whole situation but still felt resentful at the way she enjoyed it so.
But then a movement on the path drew my eye and I realized something worse, much worse, was going to happen to my self esteem. My exertions had made me oblivious to the voices stopping, but now I realized that their owners were standing on the path right in front of me. Two girls, about 17 years old, were standing on the path. One was wide eyed with shock, the other wore a delighted expression on her face. She was staring right at my penis which was twitching slightly under her gaze. I’d never felt so exposed and ashamed my whole life.
