by TINY TIM  

Tiny Tim by Marie. 

PART I

He was staring again. I pretended I didn't notice. I
could only imagine the thoughts running through his head. I
knew he was infatuated with me and I almost felt sorry for
him.
His name was Tim. He was a sophomore at my school, I was
a senior. I first noticed him in the lunch room while
standing in line. I caught him staring at my boobs but I
acted nonchalantly about it. I would never forget though. I
thought it quite funny that someone like him thought he might
actually have any chance with me. He could only fantasize,
deep down he knew I was out of his league.
Tim was still a scrawny little boy who looked funny
walking down the hallway amongst other men. I wondered how he
felt when he had to change for gym class with all the other
guys that were bigger and more developed. Tim was about 5'8,
had blonde hair, and possessed a certain innocence. It was
this innocence that made me want to do what I was going to do
to him. I knew I could get away with it and I couldn't wait.
We had the same study hall together and I decided I'd start my
plan there. You might think I'm devious or cruel? maybe I am.
But I knew I was better than Tim? and I feel that pathetic
little scum like him should be subservient to such prominent
people like me. It's their role in life. I was blessed with
beauty and ingenuity and, not to put a finer point on it, Tim
wasn't. I felt it was time that he learned that his purpose
in life, at least as far as I'm concerned, is to serve. I see
no future for him otherwise.
I was with my friend Denise when I entered study hall.
And I saw him. He sat in his usual spot in the corner
reading.
"Denise, play along with me. See Tim over there?"
"You mean the one that likes you?"
"Yeah, lets walk over to the table next to him and just
follow my lead."
"OK."
We sat down at the adjacent table well within ear shot.
I noticed him glance up from his book. He looked nervous and
shifted in his chair. It was time to start.
"So Denise, how's your boyfriend?" I began loudly enough
for Tim to hear.
"He's great, I was over his house last night."
"Did you guys watch ?eFriends' last night?"
"Well the TV was on, but we didn't watch if you get my
drift."
Out of the corner of my eye I could see Tim's ears perk
up. He was already falling into my trap.
"I need to get myself a boyfriend." I continued.
"So why don't you?" Denise replied.
"I don't know. No one has asked me," I said, "Maybe I'm
not pretty enough." I almost laughed while I said this. The
truth is that almost every guy wanted to go out with me. I am
among the prettiest girls in my school and actually have a job
modeling for advertisement magazines.
"Of course you're pretty enough!" Denise said not
knowing exactly what I had in mind.
"Do you like my hair?" I had black straight hair that
fell half way down my back. I liked it because it always
looks so clean and never static.
"I wish I had hair like yours!" Denise said in shock.
I looked out of the corner of my eye to see Tim
pretending to read, but I knew he was listening to every word
I was saying.
"Well, if you like how I look, why hasn't anyone asked me
out yet?" Denise knew I was always being asked out but
continued to play along.
"I don't know," she replied.
"Maybe I need a guys opinion." Denise started to
understand what I was getting at and she knew what to do.
"Why don't you ask him?"
I turned around and looked at Tim. "Who? Tim?"
"Why not?"
He lowered his book and looked at me. "Ahh ahh... did
you need something?" He asked trying not to give away that he
was eavesdropping.
"Yeah, I need your opinion. It's Timmy right? My name's
Jennifer."
"No." He stuttered.
"No my name is not Jennifer?" I asked confused.
"I mean it's Tim? just Tim, and I ahh, know who you are?
I mean everyone knows who you are."
"Everyone knows who I am?"
"Well yeah, I mean you're pretty popular."
"Why do you think that Tim?" I edged him on.
"I da don't know. I?"
"Do you have a stuttering problem Tim?" I interrupted.
"Na Na ahh NO," he finally said boldly.
"Are you nervous?"
"No, I just didn't expect you to be talking to me."
"Why's that?" I asked
"Well, you never have before."
"Well I didn't know you before. Now I do. You're Timmy?
I mean Tim."
"And you're Jennifer." He said half smiling, hoping he
had somehow made a joke. I faked a laugh. How pathetic I
thought to myself.
"This is my friend Denise. Denise this is Timmy? I mean
Tim? Can I just call you Timmy? You look like a Timmy."
"Well, I prefer Tim, I used to be called Timmy when I was
a kid."
"Timmy? you are a kid." I replied.
"Well I mean my Mom called me that when I was younger."
"Well you look like a Timmy to me! When I think of a
Tim, I think of a man. You're just a little boy" I paused to
see his reaction. Denise simply said "Yeah, you look like a
Timmy."
Timmy's face turned bright red with embarrassment. He
didn't know what to say.
After a moment of silence that seemed to last an
eternity, I edged on. "We were just talking and I need a male
opinion. Do you mind if I ask you some questions Timmy?"
"I guess not." He said surprised we would ask him
anything.
"Do you think I'm pretty?" I said bluntly.
"What?" He said in shock.
"Do you think I'm pretty?"
"Yeah." He said weakly and in wonderment.
"I want to know if you think I'm really pretty?"
"I don't understand." He said dumbfounded.
"It's not a trick question. Don't worry, I'm not going
to kill you (just humiliate you I thought to myself) I just
want your opinion on a couple of things. Just answer
honestly. I want to know what you think. OK?"
"All right."
"Do you think I'm really pretty, honestly?"
"I think you're gorgeous," he blurted out. His face
turned redder than ever.
"Why thank you Timmy. See, that wasn't so bad."
He felt a little more comfortable after me saying that.
"Do you think I'm sexy?" was my next question. I watched
his eyes closely. They fell to my chest. I had on a loose
silk blouse that was unbuttoned enough to see the top of my
cleavage. They moved up and down slowly as I breathed. When
he focused on them he darted his eyes back up to meet mine.
"Yes." He said.
"Yes what?"
"Yes, I think you are."
"Yes you think I'm what?" I said back edging him on.
"I think you're sexy!" He almost shouted. A few girls
sitting a couple of tables over heard him and started
giggling.
I looked at Denise. She was ready to join in.
"I like her tits." she said. I almost lost it. I thought
I was about to burst out laughing. But I kept up the act.
"You wa what?" He said puzzled.
"I wish I had tits like hers. Mine are small, but hers,
hers are perfect. I mean, look at them. What size do you
think she is?"
Timmy was now a shade of purple. He looked at me as if
he needed my approval to reply.
"Do you think you can guess my size Timmy?" I said.
He looked at my eyes and I watch his as they slowly moved
down and focused on my mounds. "Here, let me help you. This
blouse is a little loose." With that, I pulled the sides of
my blouse back, tightening the front so the fabric stretched
across my bossom. I stretched back so my tits would extend
out as far as they could. And I sat there in front of him.
His eyes almost popping out, I think he came right there in
his pants. "So what bra size do you think I wear," I said,
"when I wear a bra." I added.
"I don't really know much about bra sizes."
"You don't," I asked, "haven't you ever tried on one of
your sisters or mothers before?" I asked with a smirk.
"No." He said, but somehow I didn't believe him. He
wanted to move on and so he answered. "I guess you're
probably a 34C."
"Wow, I'm impressed. That's pretty close. Actually, I'm
a 36C."
I had to seem a little positive, or I might lose him.
But he was pretty mesmerized by me already. I had him
trapped. His little boy brain wouldn't allow him to stop
answering our questions. This was probably the longest time a
beautiful woman ever spent talking to him. I decided to go
further.
I cupped the bottoms of my tits and pushed them up so
that most of my cleavage showed through the top of my shirt
and I bent over slightly. "Do you like my tits?" I asked.
Timmy's jaw dropped, and I could swear I saw some drool
drip down the side of his lip. "Yes, they're very nice."
"Do you think their firm enough?"
"Why are you asking me this?" He looked questionably.
"I told you. I want a male opinion. If you want I could
ask someone else."
"NO!" He almost shouted. "I'm sorry. I just thought it
was a little personal? I mean?"
I interrupted him. "Look Timmy, I'm female and I have
boobs. There's no hiding that. You know that every guy looks
at girls boobs and I just wanted to know if they liked what
they saw. If you don't think you can be man enough to answer
my questions I'll just ask someone else. God, your acting
like such a wimp. I just thought you might be able to help
me."
"I'm sorry. I'm just not used to being asked questions
like these. I'll help you."
How funny, I thought to myself. This little boy in front
of me would probably do anything for me if it meant that I
thought he was more of a man and less of a wimp. I had
already manipulated his mind. Denise looked at me in
disbelief. She couldn't believe how naive he was. He
believed our sincerity. And the one thing he feared was for
me to think he wasn't man enough to help.
"So your willing to help me?" I asked in reassurance.
"Yes. I'll help you. If you really want me to"
"Yes, I do" Turning to Denise, I continued, "Where was I
again?"
"I believe you asked him if he thought you had firm
tits." Denise replied.
"Oh yea, that's right. So Timmy, what do ya think?"
"They look firm." He managed to answer.
"How can you tell, you never touched them before."
"I don't know, I can just tell. I guess, I don't know,
it's embarrassing to say..."
"Just say it!" I interrupted him once more.
"Well I can tell because they're so round and they don't
seem to sag." His face was now deep purple. I thought he was
going to explode.
"Thank you Timmy. I glad you think I have nice boobs. I
hope all the guys think the same way." He looked relieved to
know he did something right. "I think you have a cute face."
I lied
"You do? Thanks"
"It's cute in a little boyish sort of way." He didn't
know if I was making fun of him or complimenting him. Denise
just laughed.
"What do you like best about me Timmy?"
"What do you mean?"
"Well, do you like my hair, face, boobs, legs. What's
your favorite thing about me.
"I guess your butt. I like your butt best.
I turned to Denise and she smiled back. "Did you hear
that Denise?"
"Yeah, he likes your ass."
I looked at Timmy. He couldn't understand if he did
anything wrong.
"How do you know if you like my ass if I've been sitting
down the whole time? Unless, of course, you've checked me out
in the past. Have you checked out my ass before?"
"I... I guess so. I hope you're not mad."
He was so sad. I just wanted to crush him. Soon? "No,
why should I be mad. I'm flattered." His eyes lit up and he
felt confident once more. "So you like my ass. What do like
about it. Do I wiggle it somehow while I walk or something?"
"No, I just... I just like butts. And yours, well, it
just looks nice."
"Maybe he's a fag." Denise blurted out.
Timmy quickly turned to her and wined, "No I'm not!"
"You only think of girls then." I said
"Yes." He said defensively
"So you've been with only girls before?" I couldn't wait
to hear his response to this one. I knew he must be a virgin.
"I dated a girl named Kim for a few months."
"Yeah, but did you guys fuck?" Denise retorted.
Timmy sat in silence. I thought he might start to cry.
"It's OK, Timmy. I don't think you're a fag." This
seemed to bring his spirits back a little. "Did you sleep
with Kim though?"
"Well, we fooled around some but no, I never slept with
her."
"Who have you slept with?"
"That's none of your business." he replied. I must admit,
I was shocked at his response. But I knew I could lie on the
guilt trip. And I did.
"None of my business! I just told you my bra size! I
let you look down my shirt! You can't even tell me who you've
been with before! I thought we were having a good
conversation. I was just beginning to like you. If you can't
talk like a big boy, maybe you shouldn't be in high school.
Let's go Denise."
"Wait!" He shouted. "I'm sorry, I'm just not used to
this. I didn't know people talked like this."
"What do you think people talk about in study hall...
Homework?"
"It's just... It's just... I've never, you know, done it
with anyone before.?
"You mean you're a virgin?" Denise replied.
"Wow, I'm sorry." I said. He looked so pathetic sitting
there telling us everything, not even knowing how I truly
felt. Not even knowing how far I planned on going. He was
mine. He would be my toy. My play thing. My amusement. So
gullible. So vulnerable. I couldn't wait to crush him. He
was putty in my hands. I wondered how far I could go here in
study hall. I decided I'd find out.
"I didn't realize there were still virgins left in this
school." Denise replied.
"Well, that's because you've fucked everyone Denise." I
snapped back jokingly. "You see Timmy, we make fun of each
other all the time. It's no big deal." Denise gave me a
glare. I'd apologize later for it. Timmy laughed.
"So what do you do to get off," getting back to the
subject, "do you masturbate?" Timmy's face was red again.
"It's OK, you can tell me. It's no big deal." And I thought
to myself, right it's probably not that big. "We're having a
great conversation," I stressed again.
"Doesn't everybody masturbate?" He said rhetorically.
"I don't," said Denise, "I don't need to, I have a
boyfriend."
Timmy blushed even more. "So do you masturbate?" I
continued.
"Yeah." He finally said reluctantly. "Do you?"
I was almost surprised he asked me. "No, I think it's
silly." I lied. Timmy swallowed hard. "How often do you
whack off?" I said teasingly.
"I don't know. Maybe once a month" I could tell he was
lying through his teeth.
"When you jack off, do you think of Jennifer's ass?"
Denise sprang out laughing.
"Shut up." Tim said rather weakly. I began to think
that he probably did think of me while he masturbated. I
laughed at the thought. In his dreams.
"I'm curious Timmy, what size of shoe do you wear?"
"What size of shoe do I wear? Why?"
"Geeze... you know what my bra size is, I just wanted to
know your shoe size."
"I wear a size 5 and half."
I almost died. "Damn, you have small feet."
"My boyfriend wears a size 12." Denise added. "You know
what they say... ?eSmall feet, small dick.'"
I could tell Timmy was getting angry at Denise. "What's
your problem?" He turned to her.
She looked at me and I stared back. "I have to go. I'll
call you later Jennifer." And Denise got up and left.
"Don't mind her," I said to Timmy, "It's her time of the
month."
"So what are you doing this weekend?" I asked.
Interested in what I was getting at, he replied, "I don't
know yet. My parents are going away for the weekend."
"Who's baby-sitting you?" I half-joked.
"You're joking, right?"
"Yes Timmy. Do you have any brothers or sisters?"
"No."
"You mean your parents are leaving you all alone for the
weekend? Aren't they afraid you'll throw a party or
something?"
"They trust me."
"Man, if my parents left me alone for the weekend, I'd
probably invite some guy over to stay with me. We'd have some
fun all right." I waited to see if he had any balls what so
ever.
"Well, ah... if you want to... you could come over
sometime this weekend."
"Really. Wow, maybe I will. What did you have in mind?"
"I don't know. we could order a pizza and watch some
movies."
"Would you rent a porno-movie?"
"A porno-movie? Really? I guess so. I've never..."
"You never rented a porno-movie either!" I interrupted.
"Rent one after school today. If I have a chance to come over
I will and we'll watch it together."
"OK!" He said enthusiastically. "I can't believe you're
coming over to my house."
"I may come over. If I have the time. You act like you
never even had company before." He probably never had a girl
over. "Well, I have to go now."
"All right. Thanks for the conversation."
I couldn't believe he was actually grateful. He didn't
even realize how I just utterly humiliated him. But it was
nowhere as bad as what I planned to do to him later. What a
dork.
"Yeah, I'll see you later, Little Timmy" His smile
disappeared when I said ?eLittle Timmy.' And I got up and
walked away, all the while intentionally wiggling my ass as I
left. I glanced over my shoulder briefly. Sure enough his
eyes were fixed to my bottom. I couldn't wait 'till later.
He had no idea what was about to happen to him.

PART II

I gathered what I need from home, told my parents I was
staying at Denise's house, and headed for Timmy's. I thought
about him on the way. I imagined him at the video store
trying to rent a porno-video. I wondered if he even had his
own account. I'd have to remember to ask him what happened.
I stopped by Denise's first. I apologized for my comment
earlier but she didn't care. I told her what I planned on
doing and she became excited.
"I can't believe you Jennifer!" She said.
"The kid's pathetic isn't he?"
"That's what makes it so great." She replied.
I looked in her mirror to examine myself. I had on a
tight black T-shirt that showed off every curve and a loose
flowing skirt that fell right above my knees. I twirled
around and watch the skirt rise in the air, showing off my
black panties. I felt myself already getting wet with
anticipation. It was perfect.
"I'll call you later Denise."
"OK. Have fun."
"Oh, I will, don't worry about that... but I know a
certain someone who won't." I giggled and Denise laughed.
And I left.
I found Timmy's house OK and made sure there wasn't any
cars in the driveway. "Good, his parents are gone." I said to
myself. I walked up to the door and rang the doorbell. The
door opened slowly.
"You're here!" Timmy shout out in surprise.
"Yeah, I decided to come over. Is that OK?"
"Yes, yes... come in."
Timmy had on a pair of jeans and a dress shirt. His hair
was perfectly combed and parted on the side. He looked like a
nerd. "Thanks Timmy." I entered. We walked into the family
room and I sat on the couch by the TV.
"Can I take your bag?" he asked.
"No. I'll just leave it here." I didn't want him to see
what was in it. Not just yet. I placed the bag next to the
couch.
"Can I get you something to drink?"
He was trying to be nice. How sweet. I felt like
puking. "Sure, I'll have a beer."
"A beer?" He said hesitantly.
"Yeah, you got any beer?"
"Well, my dad has some Budweiser..."
"Great, I'll have one. In a glass too." I interrupted
him and he reluctantly went to the kitchen to fetch it. I
thought to myself: his father probably counted them before he
left. Oh well.
"Should we order some pizza?" I yelled to him in the
kitchen.
"OK. I'll call for some now."
I found the porno tape on top of the VCR. I was almost
surprised that they let such a little boy rent it. I put the
tape in and pushed ?ePLAY'. Timmy returned after calling for
pizza and handed me my glass of beer.
"I rented a porno like you told me to."
"Did you have any problems renting it?"
"No, why would I?"
"I thought maybe the people at the video store might
expect you to rent a Disney movie or something." I laughed.
The sound of the movie interrupted us. "It's about to start."
I said. Timmy sat on the other side of the couch. I was
hoping he wouldn't sit too close to me. I kicked off my shoes
and socks, lifted my legs, and put my feet on his lap. I made
sure the heels of my feet were on his crotch. My skirt hiked
up a little and he could see my inner thigh. "Could you rub
my feet?" I asked.
"Sure." He started to rub them and I quietly moaned.
"Mmm... that feels good." I could feel his crotch stir
and shifted slightly. I moved my feet back into position.
"Keep rubbing."
The movie started. It was a typical porno-flick and we
were now watching some ugly looking guy fucking some bimbo
with over sized boobs. Definitely implants. I could tell
Timmy hadn't seen much of this kind of movie before. I looked
at the man of screen. He had an average size cock, it wasn't
small, rather on the larger scale. "He has a nice cock,
doesn't he Timmy?" I couldn't wait to hear what he'd say.
"Ah? I guess so."
I continued to watch as Timmy rubbed my feet. The man of
screen started to go down on the bimbo.
"Oooh? I like it when a man uses his mouth to please me.
Have you ever used your mouth to please a girl Timmy?" I
could feel his small bulge in his pants. "The truth Timmy."
I added before he had a chance to answer.
"Not like that? no."
"I think it's the best, probably better than intercourse.
I just love it when a man uses his mouth to please me. Would
you ever use your mouth to please a girl?"
"If she wanted me too, definitely."
"Oooh? good." His eyes widened as he tried to
contemplate what I had meant by these words. "Now, you're not
one of those guys who only like to receive pleasure and not
give it, are you?"
"Oh no. I'd feel better knowing that the girl received
pleasure. My main concern is giving pleasure to the girl, not
myself."
It was a typical response by a guy who wanted to get it
on with you but it was what I needed to hear. The video was
still playing, and the man on the screen was fucking the bimbo
again. "His cock is kind of nice, isn't it Timmy?"
"It's big." He replied.
It was on the larger size but? "It's not big!" I shouted
back.
"What?" Timmy said.
"It's nice, but it's kind of small. Wouldn't you say he
was small?" Timmy didn't know what to say. I knew he wasn't
very endowed, especially with only a shoe size of 5 and a
half. His face blushed again and he stopped rubbing. "Keep
rubbing, that feels good."
"I'm sorry, my hands are getting tired."
"Well, if you're not going to rub them, would you suck my
toes?" I asked not knowing how he'd react.
"Excuse me?" He said in disbelief.
"What, you never sucked on girls toes before? I love it
when a guy sucks on my toes!" I had said just the right
thing.
"If you really want me to, I guess I will. You really
like it?"
"Yeah? I love it." With that Timmy lifted one a my feet
and gently placed his mouth over my big toe and started to
suck. At first I noticed him frown from the initial stale
taste, and this made it even better for me. "Thanks Timmy,
that feels gooood."
I made him suck every toe at least twice. At one time I
even had him lick the bottoms of my feet. He was so pathetic.
I had him right where I wanted him. All the while we watched
the Porno-movie and then we were interrupted by the doorbell.
"That must be the pizza," Timmy mumbled, one of my toes
half in his mouth. I lifted my leg and kicked it out,
pushing with my toe in his mouth, causing him to fall
backwards.
"Oww!" He yelled.
"Better go get it," I simply said. I looked through the
window beside the front door and noticed it was a delivery
girl, probably a student from school. As Timmy went to answer
the door, I turned up the TV so it was blaring. And then I
crouched down behind the couch. When the door opened, Timmy
recognized Liz, a junior at our school. The porno-movie
continued to play and the moans of the actors blared across
the room. Timmy turned around and Liz looked past him. A
perfect view of the television.
"Oh my god. What the hell are you watching. That's
disgusting, I'm getting out of here."
"Wait!" Timmy pleaded. "There's been a mistake, you
see?"
"Here's your pizza. I don't even want your money?
pervert."
"But I'm with somebody." Timmy cried in desperation to
hang on to some ounce of dignity.
"Yeah right. You were probably hoping I'd come in. In
your dreams buddy." Liz turned and hurried to her car.
"You got it all wrong?" But Liz was already to her car.
I turned down the TV as Timmy returned with our "free"
pizza. "Why did you turn it up so loud? and where did you
go?"
"I was looking for the bathroom," I lied, "and the remote
control must have fallen on the ground and made it louder some
how. What happened? You look mad."
"Never mind. I'm fine. Just a little confused maybe."
He looked irritated. It made me happy.
"I hope your not mad at anything I did. I was just
starting to enjoy myself. In fact, I hope we can have a lot
more fun tonight? we have the whole weekend in front of us!"
Timmy looked up in shock. "Are you going to stay here
all night?"
"I was going to spend the night with you, if that's OK."
"Wow, I mean, yea! That would be great." I had restored
his confidence again. It was going to be a long night? at
least for him. It was time to take the next step.
"What should we do after we eat Timmy?"
"I don't know. It's up to you. Whatever you want."
"Whatever I want?"
"Sure."
"Then would you do something for me. There's this thing
I like when guys do it for me."
"What is it?" Timmy asked it anticipation."
"Would you masturbate in front of me?"

PART III

"You want me to what?" he exclaimed.
"You heard me."
"I don't know Jennifer. I don't know if I can do that."
"I'd like to watch you masturbate before I fuck you."
"Before you fuck me?"
"You do want me to fuck you, don't you?"
"Ah, yeah. I'd love it. I just can't believe it. I
can't believe this is happening."
"Go ahead Timmy. I want to see you. Take off your
clothes. This porno's getting boring. It's time for the real
thing."
"I can't believe I'm doing this." Timmy said as he
started unbuttoning his shirt. "Aren't you going to get
undressed as well?" Tim questioned.
"You want me naked?" I asked back.
"You're so beautiful, of course I do."
"That's sweet of you to say that. First I want you to
masturbate while I watch, and then I'll take my clothes off,
and I'll masturbate for you. Finally, would you do one more
thing for me before we fuck?"
Timmy swallowed hard listening to me saying this. He'd
unbuttoned all of his buttons and was about to take off his
shirt. "Anything. What did you have in mind?"
"Would you please me with your mouth before I fuck you.
I want you to pleasure me using your mouth. Would you do that
for me?" I gave him the puppy dog eyes for an over-
exaggerated boost.
"There's nothing in world more that I want than to know
that I am pleasuring you."
I smiled. Just the answer I was looking for. Of course,
he didn't know what he was getting himself into. He removed
his shirt and exposed his boyish chest. "OK Timmy, now for
the part I've been waiting for." And I looked at his pants.
"Can you call me Tim from now on. When you call me
Timmy, it makes me feel..."
"Timmy, just take your pants off, you're going to spoil
my mood!" With that Timmy started to unbutton his jeans. I
sat on the couch and waited. "Go on." I said reasserting
him.
Timmy fumbled with his zipper and finally pulled it down.
His hands were shaking uncontrollably. I sat back on the
couch comfortably and watched. Timmy slowly pulled down his
pants to reveal a pair of white boxers with blue stripes.
Poking the fabric out, was his boyhood. One by one he stepped
out of his pants and tossed them aside. Timmy was now red in
the face and shaking all over. He was nervous. And this
excited me even more. I pointed to his boxers and drew my
hand down. "Time to show me that little thing you got hiding
under there." Timmy didn't know what to think. How could I
say such cruel things, but at the same time, give him the best
gift he could receive? the loss of his virginity. Of course,
I was thinking something different. "Go ahead Timmy."
Slowly, very slowly, Timmy edged his elastic down.
Finally he pulled his boxers up and over his boyhood and down
to his ankles. And I stared in disbelief. I couldn't believe
just how small it was. I uncontrollably coughed up a laugh.
Thankfully he didn't notice. His dick sprang up hard,
exposing itself to a woman for the first time.
He started to move toward the couch. "Stop. I want you
to do it on the floor in front of me." I commanded.
"On the floor?"
"Yeah, eventually that's where I'm going to fuck you."
Envisioning his near future prompted him to obey, and he lay
down on the floor in front of me.
"OK Timmy, show me how you whack off every night."
Timmy frowned at the ?eevery night' bit but before he
could say a word I spread my legs slightly and exposed a bit
of my panties and he looked up my skirt. I arched by back up,
pushing by breasts out against the fabric of my already tight
T-shirt.
"God, you're gorgeous. I can't wait until you're naked,"
he replied.
"I will be soon," I said, "I promise." And with that
promise he started to masturbate.
I watched him in delight and I thought to myself how
naïve he was. What a fool. How gullible. I amused myself
more by looking at his boyhood. I guessed there were 10 year
olds with bigger cocks than his. He had a small patch of
curly pubic hair, some under his armpits, but that was all.
The rest of him was hairless. Except, of course, his
perfectly parted hair on his head. He hardly had any muscle.
I could break him in two, if I wanted. It didn't take long
for him to approach orgasm. I knew it wouldn't. It was time
to act. It was time to take the next step. A leap indeed?

PART IV

I quickly pulled out two pairs of handcuffs from my bag
without him noticing. "I want you to cum on your chest. All
over your chest." Timmy was moaning with pleasure. And then
he erupted. Small streams of cum shot out and dumped all over
his lower stomach. At the height of his orgasm I sprang up
and landed with my knees on either side of his head and sat on
his upper chest. I grabbed one arm and slapped the handcuffs
on attaching the other end to a section of the entertainment
center. Before he could recover from his orgasm, before he
could react to my pinning, and before he knew what was going
on, I had fastened the second pair of handcuffs to the other
arm, attaching that to another section of the entertainment
center. He was trapped, and he was mine to do with as I
please.
"What are you doing!" he screamed.
I walked back to my bag and got out a pair of ankle
cuffs. When I reached for his legs, he started kicking. I
attached the cuffs to his ankles and put the other ends on the
couch legs. He was now spread eagle.
"What are you doing! Is this a joke!" He continued to
scream.
"Shut up you idiot!" I yelled back.
"I don't understand. Why are you doing this to me?"
"Because I can." I simply replied.
He was about to start screaming when I reached into my
bag and pulled out some hedge clippers. "You see these!" I
screamed, "If you even make one little scream I will take
these and cut off that little pathetic thing you call your
dick!" And for effect, I placed the blade of the clippers
against his cock.
"OK. I won't scream. Just tell me why you're doing this
to me."
"I'm doing this because I want to and because I can. Did
you really think that I would like a little boy like you? You
are the most gullible person I know. I mean look at you. I
only date men. You wish you could be as manly enough to date
me. Look at that little thing between your legs. Denise was
right, ?eSmall feet, small dick.' You don't realize just how
much I had to stop myself from laughing my ass off. I nearly
choked when you pulled down your underwear. I knew it would
be small, but I didn't think it would be that tiny.
"Fuck you!" Timmy cried out. Tears started flowing out.
I stood over him. One leg on either side. "Poor, poor
baby. It will be OK." I stood over his face and he looked
straight up. I moved so when he looked up, he couldn't help
looking up my skirt. I crouched down and my skirt surrounded
his head. My panties were just inches away from his face. I
imagined all he could see were my soaked panties, so close to
him, yet so far. While crouched I stroked his hair. "It's OK
Timmy. Don't cry. It's OK." I continued while he whimpered.
I could feel his breath on my crotch and I became wetter. I
could smell my juices coming from under my skirt and I
imagined that's all he could breathe in.
I finally got up and looked down at my victim as he
finally sucked down some fresher air.
"I'm sorry for doing whatever I did to you. Please, just
let me go."
His penis was still soft and the cum on his stomach began
to run down his side. "You liked sucking my toes, didn't you
Tim?" He didn't answer. "I liked it too." I caught some of
his goo with my toes and moved my foot over his lips.
"That's disgusting. Get that away from me! Yuck."
"But you like sucking on my toes." And I smeared my foot
all over his lips and forced my foot in. He almost gagged and
tried to bite me to no avail. "Timmy, I have complete control
over you. If you don't do what I want, I'll simply take your
manhood away. And don't think that I won't. Just one simple
clip? and it's gone. You'll spend your whole life wondering
what it would have been like to have sex, you'll miss whacking
it off every night? And, you'd be peeing out of a tube.
Timmy started to really cry. Tears were running down his face
and onto the floor.
I walk away to find his parents room. When I came back,
I had a pair of his mothers' panties and I used them to clean
the rest of the cum off his stomach. I decided to put his
mothers' panties back in her drawer, without him knowing, for
her to find later. When I came back, Timmy was still crying.
"I can't believe I trusted you. You're such a bitch.
You're a liar. You're?"
"I didn't lie!" I yelled out. Everything I said, I'm
going to do." I reached into my bag and pulled out a blind
fold.
"What is that?" Timmy said, wondering what was going to
happen next.
This is something you're going to have to wear for me. I
went over to him and sat right down on his chest, my knees in
the air, my skirt raised up exposing my panties again. I took
his head in my hands and slipped the blind fold over his eyes.
"You could see my panties, couldn't you... well, not anymore."
"I can't see. Stop. I don't like this. Please don't do
this to me. Let me go. Please!"
I laughed. "I don't think so Timmy." I stood up over
his body again. "Remember when I told you I was going to take
my clothes off after you masturbated." No response. "I told
you I didn't lie. I'm taking them off now. I pulled my skirt
down and they fell down to Timmy's stomach. I stepped out of
it and kicked it away. "There goes my skirt? now for my
shirt. I lifted my shirt off and dropped it on Timmy's penis.
"I'm unsnapping my bra now." I unclasped my bra and slid it
down my arms. My breasts sprung free into the air. I took a
moment to admire them. "You're right Timmy. You should see
them now? they are big and firm." With that I threw my bra
down upon his face. "There's my 36C for you. Only my panties
left." I gently pulled down my soaked panties and let them
drop to his chest. I stepped out of them and stood before
him.
"I told you I would be naked. Bet you wish you could see
me now. Bet you never thought you'd be this close to me naked
yet so far. Do you want me to take the blind fold off so you
can see me." Timmy started crying again. "I take it that's a
no. Oh well, I wouldn't have anyway." I laughed. I grabbed
my panties and crouched down over his body again. I knelt on
the ground, one knee on either side of him and bent over so my
tits were just above his face. I whispered into his ear. "My
tits, the ones you're always staring at, they're right above
your face now. Don't you wish that blind fold wasn't on.
Don't you wish you weren't tied down." I gently brushed my
mounds over his face and he shivered. I looked down at his
cock and noticed it start to quiver. I picked up my shirt and
threw it aside. "It looks like that tiny thing of yours is
waking up again. Looks like Timmy is
getting turned on by me being naked."
"Please stop. Please. I'm begging you." Timmy
continued to cry.
"But I said I was going to masturbate for you. And I
hope you didn't forget that I was going to fuck you. Tell me
you didn't forget."
"Look, I'll fuck you if you want me too. That would be
great, just let me go, please."
"You just don't get it, do you Timmy."
I then lowered my hips and straddled his chest and began
to rub my sex all over his torso. I knew he could feel how
wet I was already. I rubbed all around, up and down. I
started to moan. I increased my speed and moved farther up
his body. I moved up and down the length of his torso,
sometimes moving close to his cock, just enough to tease him.
I crawled up his body, dragging my sex and reached his neck
and chin. I continued to thrust back and forth. I started
to scream in ecstasy, drowning out any sobs emanating from
him. And I came. Juices dripped from my crotch and onto his
body. Timmy's cock was hard and a little ejaculate seeped
out. But he continued to cry. "That felt wonderful Timmy."
I reached for my duffel bag.
"What are you doing?"
"You'll find out soon enough. So far I kept my promises.
Here I am without any clothes and I just masturbated for you.
Remember what you promised to do for me after I masturbated."
"You mean?"
"Yep. You promised to please me with your mouth and I intend
to hold you to that promise." I reached into my bag and
pulled out the evil contraption. "Are you ready?" I asked.
"Open wide."
The contraption was quite crude indeed. It was a sort of
a double sided dildo. One end was shorter than the other. In
the middle there was a buckle attached. When I applied
downward pressure to the longer end, the shorter would push
out from the middle, buckle area, increasing the length of
that end. It was quite unique, and I guessed it must have a
spring mechanism inside it. I couldn't wait to use it. "Come
on Timmy, open wide for me. I want you to please me with your
mouth."
Timmy hesitantly opened his mouth slowly. He was blind
still, and this caused him to tense up. He gently lifted his
tongue in anticipation for what he thought was about to come.
I could only imagine him thinking he was about to eat me out.
He probably thought he would do the best job he could to try
to win back whatever dignity he still had. He was wrong.
I smiled to myself as I looked at my helpless victim. "A
little wider." I moved the contraption over his mouth and
waited for him to open wider. He looked like he was waiting
for the dentist; he practically said "Ahh."
It was time. I quickly pushed the shorter end on the
contraption into his mouth. Timmy instinctively closed it in
defense but it was too late. All he could do is suck on the
latex that covered the device. I took the buckles and wrapped
them around his head, fastening the ends on the other side
very tightly.
I stood up and looked down at Timmy. I started laughing.
He looked so funny the dildo device protruding from his mouth,
strapped tightly to his face. I admired my work. All I could
hear were Timmy's muffled screams through the contraption.
"Calm down Timmy, calm down." I said, "Or you won't be able
to breathe." It was then I noticed that the middle part of
the device, which parted his lips had two holes in them to his
mouth. Breathing holes I imagined, right on the sides of his
mouth. I waited for Timmy to settle down.
Finally, after Timmy became used to the foreign object
shoved in his mouth, I continued. "You should see yourself
Little Timmy. Did you think that I might actually let you
touch my cunt with your mouth? Silly little boy. You
wouldn't have done much good anyway. But I told you that I'd
let you please me with your mouth? and you will, you see, you
have this long, smooth cock protruding from your mouth. And
you know what I'm going to do. I'm going to mount your face
and fuck it! See, I told you that you would be able to please
me with your mouth. And I told you that I would FUCK YOU
also!" I laughed. "And you will feel it. You'll definitely
feel it. You see, each time I thrust harder on that little,
innocent face of yours, the deeper the other end, that's in
your mouth, will go. It will be like sucking a cock. And
I'll know that the more pleasure I receive, the more agony
you'll get. And I'm going to fuck your face hard. I'm going
to cum so strong, and you'll know. Oh? and if you feel mad
because you thought you might be able to taste my juices,
maybe you'll be lucky and some will drip down into the holes
on the side, into your mouth. I'm sure it will taste really
good. With that I stood over his head and crouched down.
"MMMM? HHMmmm?" Timmy muffled as he thrashed his head
back and forth.
"Shhh Timmy. You should be happy, even grateful. Let's see,
wasn't it you who told me? what were the exact words??:
?eThere's nothing in the world more that I want than to
know that I am pleasuring you.'
Yeah, that's it. So you should be happy because that's what
you're going to do. Your going to pleasure me. Of course,
you're not going to get much out of it. Oh well." I
snickered.
I grabbed his stupid hair, a handful in each hand, and
steadied his head. "Be still, I'm about to fuck you." I
opened my legs and lowered myself until I felt the tip of the
cock on my crotch. "I bet you would love to see me now." I
squeezed the clumps of hair even harder and Timmy tensed up
and became still. I lowered myself more, feeling the device
fill me. A chill ran through my body as I felt the pleasure
and I could not help let out a moan. I lowered myself more
until I took the full cock in me. And I sat on his face,
impaled by the object in his mouth, my extremely wet pussy
resting on his lips. I sat there for a minute looking at
Timmy struggle under me. It must have been hard for him to
breathe but I didn't care. Juices dripped down into his mouth
and this excited me even more. "You wish you could be licking
me don't you?" I asked knowing he couldn't answer. "Oh, I
forgot, you can't really talk right now can you?"
I started to move up and down slowly. Little by little I
became faster until a was thrusting and thrashing about. I
could hear Timmy gag every time I thrust down onto his face.
I could only imagine the dildo inside his mouth sliding in and
out. And I fucked him more. I bucked wildly upon him like I
had never done before. I came and came but continued to fuck
his mouth. I let go of his hair and freed my hands of his
head. I stretched my arms into the air and danced upon his
face. I felt another orgasm coming and I danced and danced.
I moaned and screamed as I came and finally collapsed on
Timmy's face. I sat, impaled on the contraption, and rested.
I looked down at Timmy and noticed a tear drip down from under
his blindfold. He was motionless. I slid off the dildo and I
removed the contraption from his face. He still didn't move
or speak but he was still breathing. I guessed he lost
consciousness.
I got dressed again and decided to remove Timmy's
blindfold. I reached into my bag once more and pulled out
some pins and ink. I examined Timmy's body again. His penis
had gone limp and was once again puny. I went to work above
his crotch and left my mark. When he regained consciousness
again he'd feel a little pain where I tattooed him but it
wouldn't be until I unbound him that he would know and see the
words emblazoned just above, and to the right, of his cock. I
had engraved ?eTiny Tim' with a small arrow pointing to his not
so endowed member. I decided to leave him on the floor and
left in search for a bed. I found Timmy's bedroom and crashed
in his bed. I slept soundly.

PART V

I awoke in the morning and returned to Timmy who was
finally awake. I looked at the damp spot on the floor around
his ass. "Oh? did little Timmy need to use the potty this
morning?"
"You bitch. How could you do this to me? This is so
humiliating. I hate you!"
"You know Timmy, I don't feel like listening to you
ramble on this morning." With that I reached down under my
skirt and pulled down my panties. They're still wet from last
night." I bent down over Timmy and looked at him in the eyes.
"This should shut you up." His eyes looked back at me
pleadingly but I felt little sympathy.
"I'm sorry. Please don't hurt me."
I laughed while I stuffed the panties into his mouth. I
took some tape out of my bag and wrapped it around his mouth.
I was interrupted when the doorbell rang.
"Hhhheeelmmmp!!!" Timmy tried to yell.
"Looks like we have company. You can stop trying to yell
for help. I'm expecting them. Anyway, if you did yell,
remember, I'll give you something to really yell about when I
go to snip off that useless thing you got down there." Timmy
looked at me in shook. Who could be at the door he probably
thought.
I left him to answer the door. "Hello Denise, hi ya
Greg. Come on in. You're just in time." Denise and her
boyfriend Greg stepped into the house and immediately noticed
Timmy. Denise ran over to him.
"Wow, you really did a number on him. Did you do
everything you told me you'd do to him?"
"Oh yeah." I replied. "It was wonderful."
Greg walked over to her. "Holy shit!" he exclaimed,
"That guy really has a small dick."
"I told you he would." Denise gestured toward me and
laughed.
They both found the tattoo and laughed even more, Timmy
oblivious to the cause. I decided to introduce Timmy to Greg.
"Greg this is Tiny Tim, Timmy this is Greg, Denise's
boyfriend. I believe you already know Denise." We all talked
for a while and continued to tease Timmy.
"So where is there an empty room so Greg and I can have
some privacy." Denise asked me.
I pointed to the Master bedroom which was right next to
the family room.
"All right, let's go Greg." Denise turned to Timmy,
"Thanks for the use of your parents room. It's better than
having to pay for a hotel room." She laughed as she and Greg
started to walk away.
"I'm going to take a shower." I said and grabbed my bag
and headed for Timmy's bathroom.
Timmy lay bound on the floor and heard the noise of the
shower turn on. Even though he despised her, he couldn't help
but imagine Jennifer naked and in his shower. And Greg and
Denise, what were they going to do in his parent bedroom? He
started to cry a little. And then he heard the sound of soft
moaning. It became louder and he could hear his parents bed
creaking. He could hear it moving back and forth loudly
against the wall. And even louder, he could hear Denise
moaning with pleasure. They were fucking in his parents bed
and he could hear every sound. Tim started crying more. He'd
wished that it was he in that bedroom. He wanted so much to
lose his virginity this weekend. He thought he would. But he
lay bound to his own floor, completely humiliated and
degraded. It sounded like Denise was getting the fucking of a
life time. And he couldn't help but envy Greg. He felt his
cock harden as he listened to their sounds. He couldn't help
himself.
The moaning finally stopped and he heard footsteps
returning. He look over toward the steps as much as he could.
He saw Denise, wrapped in his parents sheet like it was a
robe. Next to her was Greg. He was carrying his clothes in
his hands. He was completely naked. His arm was around
Denise and they walked toward the front door. They acted as
though Tim wasn't even there.
"I wish I could stay longer baby, but I have practice."
He spoke to Denise.
"I know. It's OK. We'll get together later."
Greg started to put his clothes back on when Tim noticed
Greg's cock. It was huge, at least five times bigger than his
own. Greg finished dressing and planted a big kiss on
Denise's mouth and left. Denise turned toward Tim and walked
over.
Tim was still gagged with Jennifer's panties and his cock
had remained hard.
"I take it seeing my boyfriend naked turned you on?" She
looked down at him. "I bet you wish you had a mans cock like
his. It feels so good in me. I doubt I yours would do any
good." Denise stepped over Tim's body so one foot was on each
side. Tim looked up at the girl wrapped in the sheet.
"We just fucked like you could never believe or ever do.
I had three orgasms before Greg came in me. But now I have
all his come in me. I want you to clean me Tiny Tim!"
Timmy looked in shock once more and started to cry again.
"Shut up. You need to learn that this is all your good
for. At least to me you're only good for cleaning my
boyfriends gooey cum out of me. Oh? and if you do anything I
don't like. I'll kill you. As simple as that. And don't
think I'm bluffing. You wouldn't be the first person I
killed!" Denise looked down at Timmy with a scowl. She
reached down and ripped the tape off his face with one swipe
and removed her friends underwear. "Stick your tongue out
NOW!"
Timmy reluctantly opened his mouth and stuck out his
tongue fearing what could happen. Denise crouched down, the
sheet she wore draped over Timmy's body. His head found his
way under the sheet into the darkness beneath. And Denise
lowered her body down upon his face. Timmy's tongue found her
hole and slipped in. Denise sat on Timmy's face with all of
her weight nearly crushing him. She turned on the TV in front
of her and started watching.
"Now slurp it all up asshole. I want to feel your tongue
working inside me. It better be clean after I'm done with you
or else." Denise continued to watch TV as Timmy used his
tongue on a girl for his first time. Little did he know that
his first time would be to eat the cum of another guy out of
this domineering woman on top of him. He could not see a
thing under the sheet and might as well have had the blind
fold on. All he could do is smell Denise's recently fucked
cunt, taste the stale salting cum of her boyfriend, and feel
the weight of Denise on top of his face. He couldn't even cry
anymore. He was too defeated. He continued to work his
tongue inside Denise as she watched Television. "I want to
hear you slurping! That's the only way you'll get every ounce
of my boyfriends cum out of me. And when he comes he comes a
lot. But you probably noticed that by now.

PART VI

I felt clean again and returned to the family room where
I found Denise sitting on Timmy's face watching TV. I decided
to watch with her. After watching our program, which lasted a
half an hour, Denise finally got up. Tim gasped for fresh
air.
"You have some goo around your mouth. Better lick it
off." Denise commanded.
She was more forceful than me.
"He's good at cleaning up my boyfriends cum Jennifer."
"At least he's good at something." I replied.
I looked down at Timmy again and spoke to him. "I feel I
should give you some kind of reward." I looked at Denise.
"Don't you think so? What was it you really liked about me
again Timmy?"
Timmy hardly could speak. "I don't like anything about
you."
"No, I remember," Denise said, "he liked your ass."
"That's right Denise. He liked my ass." Turning to
Timmy again, I continued. "I'm going to reward you Timmy.
Since you said you liked my ass so much? I'm going to give it
to you." I had put on jeans after my shower but decided to
forgo the underwear. I turned my back to Timmy and started to
undo the button on my jeans. "OK Timmy. I want you to do
everything you just did to Denise, but to me. The only
difference is, since you have been such a good little boy,
You're going to do it to my ass. Aren't you happy, you get to
see and touch my ass." With that I lowered my pants and
stepped out of them. Timmy's eyes bulged out at the site on
my perfectly round butt. I started to back up as to not let
him have the pleasure of seeing the front of me.
As much as it excited Timmy to see my ass, he couldn't
bear to think of the disgusting act he was about to be forced
to do. "Please don't. Just this one thing please. I can't
do it. It's disgusting. I can't imagine." He begged.
"You won't have to imagine much longer." Denise said as
she looked on.
I stepped over his body backward and got into position
over his head. "Open wide Timmy." I lowered by body on top
of his face and crouched down above his mouth. I sat down on
his mouth, my asshole spread across his lips. I reached for
his cock and squeezed tightly. Timmy yelped in pain. He knew
he had to do it or face the consequences. And he shamefully
inserted his tongue into my asshole. I wiggled around for a
while. "Keep licking it Little Timmy? keep licking."
As he moved his tongue around my orifice I warned him of
what would happen if he told any one about what had
transpired. "Trust me Timmy. I will not only kill you, I
will torture you until you beg me to kill you. You've seen
what I'm capable of. Don't make me show you more." With
that, I sat down on his mouth with all of my weight. His
mouth and nose were buried in my ass and he could not breathe.
He started to convulse as he tried to find a breath, and the
bucking only pleasured me more. As he kicked uncontrollably,
I came over and over again until he stopped. He was
unconscious again, still alive.
Denise and I removed his bonds and collected our things.
We decided to leave one last momento. We crouched over his
naked, abused body and squatted down. We peed all over his
body and face as he lay unconscious.
"How will he explain to his parents how the floor got
soiled?" Denise asked.
"Maybe he'll blame it on the dog." I replied.
"I don't think he has a dog."
"Oh well. He'll think of something."
We left Timmy's house and I thought. I thought about him
waking up to the smell of urine, his body soar all over. I
thought about him going to his bathroom to take a shower and
looking in the mirror. And he would see it. The one thing
that will always remind him of me. The one thing that will
always remind him that he could never me a real man. He would
see the tattoo that simply read: TINY TIM.

THE END

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