Suresh gulped. He thought about it. Getting spanked. Naked. By one of the older women, who would be fully clothed. In front of three other women, who would also be fully clothed. The thought nearly finished him. With a herculean effort, he stopped himself.
She turned to the women. “So, girls, should we continue with the privilege of loincloths are what?”
Anushka looked puzzled. “Varsha, you are the big sister. That means, you are the one who gets to take the decision.”
Varsha looked at her baby brother. The nineteen year old baby brother who was now looking at her sadly. He was crying openly by now. She felt like God. Her little brother, completely naked, hoping and praying to her for the small mercy of a loincloth. Varsha felt the most powerful in her life. When this had started out, she had done because she was angry. Now, it was different. Power was a seductive mistress and Varsha was feeling it! Suresh was going to be her slave for the rest of his life. And, knowing that he didn’t want it only increased her feeling.
“Well, naked boy. I am going to leave it up to you. I cannot believe you exploded in front of three women. Do you have no self control? Well, you better get some because that is what is going to save you now.
There are four of us. Each one of us will stroke you. Survive 2 minutes with all four of us, and you get to wear proper clothes.”
Anushka butted in. “Varsha, I can’t believe it. You are being too generous. Why are you giving him the opportunity to get fully dressed?”
“Well, my baby brother. My rules. And, I still love him fully of course and so, I am being generous with him.”
Suresh, still naked went and hugged Varsha and thanked her for being so generous. Varsha let him hug her and then pushed him back. He walked backwards and knelt in front of her.
“Like I said, Survive 2 minutes with all four of us, and you get to be fully clothed. 3 of us, and you get to wear underwear. 2 of us, and you get only the loincloth. 1 of us, and you get only the front loincloth. None of us, and you wear nothing until you leave for back home.”
And, by this time, Suresh was so terrified of them, so conditioned that all he did was fall to Varsha’s feet and thank for everything.
“Thank you, akka.” He repeatedly kissed her feet. “Thank you so much.” Anushka spoke up.
“Go to Varsha. Beg her handle your package and stroke you.”
Suresh stood up. He got close to Varsha. Varsha was sitting on a sofa. Suresh stood up and his Python, no, his Anaconda was at eye level.
“Akka, please handle my package. Please stroke me.”
Anushka placed a mug on the Coffee table. Suresh stood on one side and Varsha at the other. The first time that Varsha touched his organ, Suresh felt an electric shock. Varsha, however, calmly lifted it up. She pointed it to the mug and just stroked once. Suresh, just exploded. He was heavily at the edge from the moment Varsha walked in. He was throbbing like crazy with this experience. The experience of being naked amid four fully clothed women. One of whom was his big sister. Consistent with his massive cock, he shot a huge load into the mug. The other three women laughed as, Suresh’s cock slowly deflated.
“Seriously? Was that even 2 seconds?” Anushka laughed loudly.
Varsha stared contemptuously at Suresh. Suresh waited until he was fully flaccid and then fell at Varsha’s feet.
“I am so sorry, akka.”
“Sorry for what?”
“For coming so soon.”
“Why did you come so soon? Does this experience excite you? Are you excited thinking of being naked in front of women? Need I remind you, that one of those women is your elder sister?”
“No, akka. I hate this.”
“Tell that to him.” And, she pointed it at his cock. Once again, it started. Suresh once again, watched the scene as though it was happening to somebody else. Varsha was pointing at his organ. His organ, while he was completely naked and she was fully clothed. It was wrong on so many levels. It was humiliating on so many levels. His organ, however, was taking the complete opposite view. It was feeding off of the humiliation and was growing soon. He was quickly semi-hard.
Varsha turned to the others. “Who is next?”
Anushka stood up. Suresh shuddered. His first crush. And, she was now going to come and stroke him. While he was naked, and she was fully clothed. And, she was not doing it out of love. She was doing it so that she could make sure that he wouldn’t have even the simple privilege of wearing undies. Suresh knew he had to survive 2 minutes with her. But, was it even possible? And then, it happened. Anushka casually pulled off her T-shirt. She was in her sports bra now. Suresh could see a decent amount of cleavage and he knew, for sure, he was not going to last.
“Varsha, we need to change the conditions. Since he didn’t even last two seconds with you, I am nervous about this. I don’t want even a drop of his load on me. So, we are going to change the game. Each one of us will sit on the Sofa. He can kneel in front of us and stroke himself. We will see how long he lasts.”
Varsha was thoroughly disappointed. She started getting really angry at Suresh. She had devised this so that Suresh could get at least something out of this. So that he could at least have his crush touch his weenie. And this is how Suresh had to repay her. She hadn’t even touched him properly and he had blown. And, she could not, simply could not refuse Anushka since her demand was very valid. OH! She would punish him. OH! How she would punish him! She thought to herself.
Suresh groaned with disappointment. He could not believe that he was now missing this. At the very least, he could have had three women touch him. Now, instead, he would kneel in front of them, still completely naked while the women would sit regally on the sofa and stroke himself. The very thought of it once again brought him to edge. And then, he thought further. They would be sitting on the Sofa, like a Goddess. And he, he would kneel in front of them and rub himself into the mug. Like an offering. While they would sit and watch him with complete contempt. The humiliation, the shame brought him fully to the edge.
“Also, since he is not going to wear regular clothes, he can lock them all up. He can keep all the undies outside and lock up the rest of his clothes inside his suitcase.”
Varsha nodded. Suresh stood up. Every second that he was naked, was every second he got closer to the edge. He felt that they were calculating this and were making him do it deliberately. He rummaged his suitcase. He pulled out all his underwear. Varsha told him to lock it. He did, and Varsha set a combination. He thought she would not give him the combination.
“Naked boy! The combination is 107.” Varsha told him brightly. “Go ahead. Open the suitcase and wear clothes whenever you want.” She told him looking him directly in his eyes. Suresh shivered in terror. The shivering sent one more wave and he was again in his full mast. He now started moving back to the sofa. Something, some deep-seated instinct made him kiss both Anushka’s feet.
“Anushka madam, can I start stroking now?” Anushka started her watch and nodded. He gave a final kiss on her feet and started. The maths expert in him told him that he did a far better job since he survived 5 times as long as he did earlier. A 500% improvement. Unfortunately, 5 times 2 was just 10. And so, he had once again failed. Anushka shook her head contemptuously and pointed to all the underwear he had left out. He morosely picked up each of them, opened the suitcase, put his undies inside and locked the suitcase.
“Well, I guess the best that you can hope for is that loincloth. However, we don’t have any loincloth right now. So, even if you do survive, you will still be naked until we can get a new one tomorrow.” Varsha informed him.
Suresh was by now so deeply ashamed, so deep in his guilt, that the only thing he said was, “Thanks, akka.”
Suresh didn’t last more than 30 seconds with the other two either. And, with that, his fate was sealed.
“Tut tut! Naked boy. I thought you would at least get it the fourth time. What a pity! You will be naked for the entire rest of the week. Now, kiss my feet and tell me you are my naked slave. You will do the same with the rest of them.” Varsha bellowed at him.
Suresh crawled to Varsha.
“I” – kissed left foot – “am” – kissed right foot – “your” – kissed left foot – “naked” – kissed right foot – “slave,” – kissed right foot – “akka”.
Suresh crawled to each one of them and repeated the ritual. The women went to sleep on their beds while Suresh slept uncomfortably on the living room floor.
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