Camera Shy
PART 1: Ambitious young men have no time to play. They are put under enormous pressure trying to ensure that they get into the right university which will get them into the right profession which will lead them into a successful life. All the while they are endlessly distracted by vague sexual urges which seize them at the most unexpected times leaving sticky wet patches on their crisp white pants. The erections they try so hard to ignore are never satisfied, straining uncomfortably in their trousers as they flick through their textbooks trying with all their might to concentrate.
Ben walks through the door, finally arriving back home after a challenging day at college.
His mind is awash with information on physics, maths, French... 'Mon ecole s'appelle...'
He's so caught up debating sentence structure and pronounciation, he barely pays attention to what he's doing. He mechanically drops his bag and peels his jacket off.
Ben is sick to death of French. He never plans on going to France anyway! But he's behind in his revision of the subject.
Sexy Penny Ashton sits beside him in French class and he can barely concentrate on the lesson for five minutes without giving a sidelong glance at her prominent chest and the way she crosses her legs so her skirt slides up revealing an inch of her milky-white thigh.
He feels himself growing aroused and tries to shake the image of her out of his head.
He knows his parents are home from the sharp chopchopchop sound coming from the kitchen and the television blaring in the living room.
His thoughts are swirling with the work load he has, all those books he needs to get to.
He pops his head around the corner to see his mum.
She's hard at work preparing their dinner.
He's not looking forward to the dull, tasteless meal she will inevitably prepare. It makes a dismal break from his studies coming to a plate of chewy meat and over-boiled veg.
He half steps in the room, only wanting to give a quick hello and avoid any long chat concerning his day at school or his love life. <br> "How's it going?" he asks.
Sheila looks up and quickly scans him up and down, "God, you look exhausted!"
"Yeah. Thanks. You're looking lovely too."
He's ready to turn around and go straight to his bedroom if that's the sort of greeting he's going to receive.
"Are you getting enough sleep?" she prods.
She's always at him, asking too many questions. "Yes. Well... no..."
"but I'll get on that right after I get through a mountain of books and essays and exams..."
"and don't fail miserably," he adds with worry.
Sheila hates to see him pushing himself so hard, "Don't overexert yourself."
"I'll try..." he sighs.
"I don't really have much of a choice right now."
"Well then get to work."
"You need an early night sometime soon," she adds wanting to make sure he's fully rested.
She has no idea of the kind of pressure he's under. All she can do is nag him about the small things.
He knows she means well, but she does test his nerves.
"Javol," he says quickly and turns to leave.
He spots his dad, planted on the sofa as usual.
His eyes are glued to the telly, not even bothering to glance at Ben as he walks past the room.
The dad and lad have never had a strong relationship, certainly not close.
Ben is about to walk past without even a nod when his dad unexpectedly says, "Evening Ben."
He stops and waits for his dad to look at him, but he remains focused on The Weakest Link.
"Hey..." Ben offers, not knowing what else to say.
There's a few tense seconds of silence as Ben searches for conversational topics. They've not spoken much since Ben approached his dad wanting to ask a few nervous questions about girls. His dad became very embarrassed and quickly avoided the questions, leaving Ben mystified and awkwardly clueless about the mechanics and strange ritual of sex.
"Watching the match tonight?" his dad says abruptly.
"No... I can't, need to get an essay written..."
Uninterested in his studies, his dad simply asks, "Want me to tape it for you?"
Ben wishes he could get a little support with the workload he's got. It's hard to find the motivation when your parents don't even seem to find it that important.
However, Ben's charged with self-determination. He wants to succeed and make a better life for himself.
"Yeah... that'd be great... cheers," he responds.
There's no way he wants to end up life his dad, stuck in a low-paying manual job, apathetic towards life out there.
He turns to leave, happy to be done with his parents till dinner time.
He focuses again on the subjects he has to study, the papers he has to write.
Sighing wearily, he goes into his room ready to sit down and get to work.
But in the private of his room, his thoughts are immediately crowded with erotic images and the prospect of laying under the covers of his bed half-awake stroking his hardening cock as he's done so many evenings before sleeping.
He shakes his head and grabs for the first text book.
'Must make a stab at this essay,' he thinks with determination. 'Must read about the Egyptian female goddess Amaunet.'
He flips through the pages, trying to quickly determine what he can skim-read and what requires more deep, careful reading.
He's determined to work hard and definitely not allow himself to get distracted.
PART 2: Ben diligently gets to work on his paper. He knows how easy it is to get distracted from the task at hand. His friends have allowed themselves to avoid their school work all year long and they are on the brink of failure. They've frequently discussed the dirty porn sites they discover online. Ben's determined not to let his temptation to click on some of these sites overwhelm him, no matter how excited he became from his friends' descriptions of the women they found there. He is set on getting into a top university and he's not going to risk it being caught navigating through dodgy websites.
Ben flips through his assigned text looking for a way to summarize the dense material in this enormous tomb of a book.
He hurriedly scribbles down notes, finding little quotes to insert which will make him sound more clever and familiar with the text than he really is.
When he stops to think about it, he can't see how this nonsense about ancient mythologies and nearly-forgotten people can fit into his daily life. Not to mention help getting him a date with that sexy girl Penny.
He understands that it's not for him to question the practicality of information like this, but consume and regurgitate it.
Ben keeps his Messenger open while typing out the report though he knows it might be a dangerous distraction.
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He simply can't stand being totally cut off from the world sorting through his dull texts.
His fingers move with rapid speed over the keyboard, frequently having to backspace and delete his thoughts which come out rubbish.
He notices his friend Steve has come online.
The two tentatively spoke about going out later tonight while at school this afternoon. Ben insisted he has to make good headway with his essay, but Steve is relentless when he's got a plan.
He makes a move to start chatting with him, but holds back and thinks better of it.
But Steve starts up a chat anyway.
He knew Steve would immediately start pestering him about this.
That's Steve for you. Absolutely determined and won't take no for an answer.
He sighs and grabs his notes again.
If only he can get the structure of this essay right the content should flow out after skimming a few text books.
A part of his mind still lingers on Steve's invite. What if Penny will be there?
He tries to focus on the book with all its names and dates, but they get muddled in his mind. He pictures Penny stretching out her long thin legs. Penny laughing and tossing her hair.
His eyes flick onto the screen of his laptop and sees Steve has typed something else.
No matter how adamantly he tries to focus, the temptation to quickly check messages is too great.
Sometimes quickly checking messages or looking something up on the internet turns from minutes into hours and he's no closer to finishing his school work.
Nice! He can always count on the support of his friends when trying to actively achieve something.
'Right!' he thinks. 'Down to business.'
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Almost an hour passes as he flips through his text books and jots down notes.
Finally he sits back exhausted, feeling no closer to finishing the essay from when he started.
He rubs his eyes in frustration, trying to block out the thought he's wasting his youth.
Here he is... young, in his prime, cock springing up at the slightest suggestion of sex. He has to get this done!
His computer bleeps and a message suddenly appears.
Who the hell is 'Anna'?
He thinks it can't hurt to find out who she is at least and clicks OK. Instantly a message window pops up.
He stares in confusion at this message. Should he know 'Anna'?
He wracks his brain trying to remember anyone he's met with that name or anyone his friends know.
Ben decides to investigate. But he'll play it cool and not give anything away.
'Just find out who she is and get back to work,' he tells himself.
'Is she deaf?' he wonders a little peeved.
Well, that's obvious. Is she playing with him or what?
He throws up his hands and laughs.
He must admit, he is intrigued.
Keep the focus on her. He won't casually chat with someone he doesn't even know.
Alright. Now she's acting funny. This isn't chatting someone up in a bar. It's talking over personal email addresses. Best to end this now.
Right. Like she knows anything about Montezuma. This is wasting his time. He's aware of how little progress he's making with his essay.
That's it. Short and sweet. Goodbye Anna. Whoever you are.
Back to his essay and the glorious aqueducts good old Montezuma helped construct.
He starts typing, but his computer bleeps again.
'What is it now?' he thinks impatiently. He really must get to work or he can see his entire future collapsing in front of him.
PART 3: Ben is baffled by the strange woman who's contacted him through his Messenger. Nothing like this has ever happened to him before. Despite being sceptical about who she is and knowing he really ought to get back to his essay he decides to chat with her a little more.
Ben was ready to close the window, but then he thinks 'Why not have a look at her picture at least?'
His rational self tells him to cancel the download.
But he can't stop himself from taking a look.
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Wow! She's beautiful, mature and confident looking. He was expecting some big fat minger.
Ben's reluctant to send a photo back.
Hell yes he finds her attractive. But what does a woman like that want with someone like him?
His fingers are trembling slightly as he slowly types out a response.
He searches for some way to describe what he thinks of her, some way to explain that someone like him could never hope to have a woman like her.
He's never been very poetic or good at compliments. He tries to think of some way to convey what he feels looking at her picture, but the truest response he has is in his pants.
His mind is buzzing as the little flirtation starts to escalate. This is really happening!
He doesn't know what she's expecting. He's stuck in his parents' house in the dullest suburb in the UK with only a stack of text books to keep him company!
He's baffled trying to think what she wants from him. He thinks once she discovers he's just an awkward kid she'll lose interest and sign off.
He also thinks that he's rubbish at talking to girls, "flirting" to make them laugh or turn them on. He's no Romeo.
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Part of him wonders if this girl is for real. How does he know that's her picture. It could be one of his mates having a laugh with him.
Ben is startled by her message. Is that really her phone number?!
He stares at the screen, frightened and excited.
Instantly he goes to punch in the numbers, but then stops himself.
What's he doing? What could he say to her? Some strange girl he doesn't even know.
He looks up at her photo again and thinks about what she typed. What does she mean by "play"?
He can imagine how sexy her body must be. She has a penetrating stare. It's like she's really looking at him.
The thought of her spying on him, watching him in his own bedroom arouses him.
His heart is beating fast as he wonders what she'll think of him. Will she be excited? Disappointed?
His trembling thumb hovers over the numbers.
He presses call, wondering what in the world he's doing. His work can wait a few minutes. This is the chance of a lifetime.
He feels a tremendous rush hearing it ring.
It rings three times and then she picks up. <br> "Hello?" a smooth woman's voice says.
"Hi... it's Ben," he says nervously. <br> "Ben?" she says lightly. <br> "From the chat... you just gave me your number."
"How are you doing Ben?" she says firm and confident. <br> "I'm fine... but..." he stutters. <br> "Do you want to play with me?" she cuts him off. <br> "Yeah, sorry, what do you mean by play?"
"I'll show you. Turn your webcam on," Anna says. <br> Ben reaches up and directs the camera at himself. He's not sure why he's doing this, but it excites him.
With hesitation, he turns it on. He imagines that pretty woman in the picture looking at him now.
There's a tense moment of silence as he's painfully aware he's being observed. His hairs stand on end.
"You're a good looking boy," she says. <br> A wave of relief covers him. "I... um... thank you?" he says weakly.
His dick stirs in his trousers and his hand brushes over it unconsciously.
"Stand up and step back. Let me see you," she commands him.
He's not sure about this. He feels very awkward and self-conscious but nonetheless does as she orders.
"Has anyone told you that before?" she asks.
"Told me what?"
"That you're good looking," she says firmly. <br> Ben feels his cheeks heat up. He can't believe a girl is saying this about him. <br> "No... I... I'm not, I'm just..." he mutters.
"Look at me. You are. Don't be embarrassed.... Now smile for me," she continues. <br> He does his best to smile for her and fight his fear. <br> "Give me a proper smile. Come on, you're a cute guy, you must know women like to look at you, right?" she encourages him.
He imagines her sitting in her bedroom watching him on her screen. He wonders what she's wearing.
Ben laughs nervously. All the nerves on his body feel awakened.
He feels his cock hardening in his jeans and he becomes very nervous. <br> "You don't have to be embarrassed..." she says as if she knows! <br> "I'm not, it's just -" he falters.
"You're not embarrassed?" she says quizzically. <br> "No... I..." he falters feeling under pressure. <br> "Well then show me," she says firmly.
"What?" Ben says confused. <br> "Let me see you," she insists. <br> "See... what?"
"Take off your trousers," she instructs him. <br> Take off his trousers? With her watching?! His pulse is racing. He can't do it. "I'm sorry, I can't."
He can hear her say "Please" as he pulls the phone away from his ear. His stomach is churning he's so nervous. He can't do this sort of thing.
He hangs up on her.
Was that cowardly of him? He's still shaking and he tells himself firmly to get a grip.
He remembers the webcam is still on. She's watching his every movement. She must think he's a total loser.
He quickly shuts off the webcam feeling ashamed.
Sitting back down to his essay, he can still feel the hard on in his trousers and he thinks about being watched by her and her soft pleading voice asking him to take his trousers off.
He's never thought of himself as a sex object, that anyone would actually want to see HIM without any clothes on.
He tries to keep typing about Montexuma and the Conquistadors, but it all seems so trivial next to this buzzing sensation, the thrill of meeting this girl by chance online.
Who is she and how did she find him? She's so mysterious... so beautiful. He dials her number again, but stops the call before she picks up.
This is crazy. He knows he must get back to his essay. His future is at stake.
But he can't help wondering where it would have gone, what her "games" were. Suddenly the phone starts vibrating.
He picks it up and hears Anna's silky voice again, "You called?"
"I... well..." he mumbles uncertainly. <br> "Do you want to play?" <br> "I was thinking... well, maybe... but I've got this essay and..." <br> Anna says, "Your essay can wait, I'm sure."
"I suppose," Ben mutters, bursting with excitement. He's really doing this! <br> "So turn your camera back on," she instructs him and Ben does so.
He's aware of her watching him again, this mysterious woman who is sexually excited about watching him!
Suddenly he feels very giddy, up for anything. His cock is hardening in his trousers again. <br> "Are you ready?" Anna says. <br> "Yes," he smiles looking directly at the camera.
"Good. Do you have speakerphone on your phone?" she asks. <br> "Yes...?" <br> "Put me on speakerphone." <br> "I don't know... my parents are..." <br> "Put me on speakerphone," she insists.
Ben does as he's told. It's exciting following Anna's orders while knowing he's being watched.
"Thank you. I take it you're feeling more comfortable with..." her voice rings out loudly because the volume is too high.
"playing with me now. You don't sound as nervous as you did before."
Ben's parents hear a strange female voice coming from his room.
That's strange. They wonder if they should investigate. What's the boy up to?
They look at each other and shrug, can't be bothered to get up. He must be listening to the radio or something.
Ben's heart is thumping madly in his chest. He concentrates only on Anna's commanding voice.
They snuggle up together and go back to watching Anne Robinson humiliate a suitably thick contestant.
"Are you still there?" <br> Ben nods, conscious of how loud the phone was. He's turned it down now. <br> "Is everything ok?" Anna enquires.
"Yeah... it was just too loud," he says nervously. <br>
"I'm sorry... I'll try to keep it down. Unzip your trousers," she says. <br> "I don't know about this." <br> "Come on, it's just the two of us here," she says insistently. "Do it. For me?"
It's unnerving being spied on by this mysterious girl, following her every order.
Ben's hands are trembling as he fumbles with his belt. Even though he's in his own bedroom alone, knowing that he's watched makes him feel very vulnerable.
He's aware of his stiff cock pressing against his pants, frightened of actually letting her see how excited he is.
"Can I see more of you?" she says curiously. <br> "More? How much more?" <br> "Take your shirt off."
Ben supposes this is alright. No point messing around. He whips it off quickly.
"That wasn't very sexy... put it back on and take it off slower," Anna insists.
He's sorry to have disappointed her. But he's never done anything like this before. He's incredibly nervous.
Feeling awkward and stupid, he pulls the shirt back on.
Aware that every tiny movement he makes is being monitored and judged, he reaches for it again.
He pulls it off slowly trying to imitate what he imagines a stripper would do.
He feels ridiculous and wonders what she's thinking.
He slides the shirt off with a flourish, trying to look graceful when he really feels awkward.
Anna gives a small delighted laugh, "Much better. How do you feel?"
"Fine," Ben says, though the adrenaline is rushing through his body.
"Good. Take the rest off..." Anna says. <br> Ben freezes in place staring at the camera, staring at her picture.
He imagines her sitting at her computer watching him. Those eyes scrutinizing him. His dick throbs as he thinks about exposing himself to her.
Ben wonders if he really can take it this far. This is madness. But to continue with the thrill he's feeling now is so tempting...
PART 4: Ben has all but forgotten about his books suddenly caught up in the exhibitionistic excitement of flashing for a woman on webcam. It blows his mind that a mysterious confident lady somewhere is turned on by HIM! At college there are girls his own age he was planning to ask out and at the New Year's disco he had some pretty sexy snogging. But this is in a different league. It all feels wild and unknown.
Ben stares nervously at the eye of the camera wondering what she means exactly by "take it all off."
Does she mean his jeans AND pants?! He feels his cock stir at the thought and the knowledge that his jeans are already hanging loosely open.
He decides to obey her and go a little further though he knows he shouldn't.
This is so out of character for him. He's always kept on the straight and narrow, but now he's stripping for a complete stranger just because she asked him to!
He's in his own familiar bedroom, but this still feels dangerous like he's exposing himself to the world with his parents sitting in the room next door.
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"Slowly," Anna directs him on his speakerphone. "Sexily... perform for me."
Ben feels awkward and isn't sure what to do. Perform like a stripper? He never imagined anyone would want to watch him strip.
His heart is racing, a side of him he didn't know existed is revealing itself.
He mimics what he imagines strippers must do, twirling his sock and shaking his hips back and forth.
Anna has started some music, fast and raunchy to inspire Ben along.
He carelessly throws the sock away, smiling self consciously at his own bravado.
Anna laughs and Ben feels good knowing he's entertaining her.
He wants to give a good show for her and spins around shaking his arse.
"And those too..." Anna yells out encouragingly. "Please...?" <br> Ben stares down at his shorts. Go totally naked?!
Adrenaline surges through his body and his hands shake as he tugs worriedly at his pants.
He tries to keep moving to the music while shimmying out of his pants. This is really happening. While a mysterious woman is watching him!
He's very conscious of how his dick is still partially erect as he slowly reveals it to her.
It's like he's completely letting his guard down and giving himself over to the woman watching him.
It's an incredible feeling revealing his naked body to a woman for the very first time.
He throws his pants away feeling free, his cock and balls hanging completely released.
He wonders what he looks like on Anna's computer screening, what she's doing while she's watching him.
Ben listens to the beat and tries to keep moving, but he's very aware of every part of his body.
His dick swings heavily back and forth like a pendulum.
He tries his hardest to appear casual like he's done this a million times. But his movements are unwieldy as he's painfully conscious of how exposed he is.
Anna laughs aloud and Ben can hear her on the speakerphone.
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"What's funny?" Ben asks worried.
In a panic he thinks he must look foolish or severely inadequate to this mature woman.
"Nothing! You were good. Really good," she insists.
Ben covers himself shyly, not quite believing her. Does she really find him attractive? Is his cock too small?
"Can you make it hard for me?" Anna asks.
He looks down at his cock feeling an erotic jolt just from her asking that. <br> "Please? ... Pretty please?" she coos.
He nervously strokes his dick feeling how easily it pulses and heats up in his hand.
It's embarrassing revealing how his dick hardens. This is something he's only ever done in private before.
It feels like he's displaying what a dirty pervert he is.
His breath gets caught in his chest as he strokes it, his heart pounding madly.
A grin creeps up on his face. He's surprised how fucking good this feels. Ten times better than when he's done it on his own.
He can feel her eyes on him, the woman's sexual excitement making him want to do anything to please her.
His dick springs up stiffly.
He presents it proudly for her to look at.
His cock is tingling, alive and hot.
He gently strokes it, not wanting to excite himself so much that he has an accident.
"That's it - nice and hard," Anna says.
His cock twitches upward, so full and hard he's gone almost dizzy from his blood rushing in excitement.
"Will you bend over for me?" Anna asks.
"Sorry?" Ben says confused.
What does she want him to do that for?
"Turn around and bend over... and then spread your cheeks," she says commandingly. <br> "What? Why?" Ben says perplexed. <br> "Why not?"
Ben does as he's told, his hard on bouncing as he turns around.
This feels incredibly weird, but he's trusted her voice so far and is willing to follow her wherever she wants to take him.
"Spread your cheeks..." she says again.
He holds his arse cheeks and pulls them slightly.
Baring his arse to the camera feels entirely different from the front, another level of dirtiness he hadn't even thought of.
He can't understand why she or anyone would want to look at this part of his body.
"Very good. Now put a finger into your arse," she continues.
His hands are shaking. He doesn't think he can do this.
He's always thought of his arsehole as a dirty part of his body, something he doesn't even like to touch while washing in the shower.
"I've never done it before..." he says nervously. <br> "I'm sure you'll like it," Anna insists. <br> "I don't know," Ben says sceptically.
"You've got this far..." Anna says. He thinks about it fearfully, his heart thumping in his chest like a hammer.
Slowly he reaches around and presses one finger into the crevice to gently feel the smooth flesh of his hole.
He pushes it in a little and then a little further, probing slowly and nervously. Damn this is weird!
It's difficult to reach around enough. Every movement feels strange and new to him.
Tentatively he slides his little finger into his tight arsehole.
It feels very weird, but it stimulates something inside him he's never felt before.
This part of him feels surprisingly warm and sensitive.
He looks back at the camera wondering what she's thinking about him, if this is good enough.
"Do you have any toys?" Anna asks.
"Toys...?" he says confused.
"Toys, implements ... Things to replace your finger..." she says gently.
This is too strange and frightening.
"No... I can't!" he insists.
"Calm down.... Ok?" Anna says soothingly. <br> "I'm not going to put anything inside me!" Ben says firmly. <br> "Come on, relax, this is meant to be fun..."
"I don't want to do this," Ben insists. <br> There's a tense pause and then Anna says, "Is it that you don't want to do it... or that you're afraid to do it?" Another pause and then she continues, "Are you afraid you'll like it?" <br> Ben doesn't know. "I... erm..."
"Listen Ben," Anna says patiently. "This is all natural, it's a part of growing up. Every adult plays with themselves... they experiment... I play with myself every day. Tell me, does this excite you?" <br> "Yes," Ben admits. <br> "So let's see where this takes us... does that sound good?" <br> Ben thinks about it.
Ben nods, "Yeah... it sounds fine." <br> "Good. Now find something to replace your finger." <br> "Um..." Ben isn't sure what kind of thing she means.
He holds up a pencil and asks her, "Will this do?" <br> "Hmmm... Something bigger..." she says.
Ben looks around trying to find anything that is long and thin.
"What about this?" Ben offers. <br> "It's a start..." Anna says. "Show me what you can do..."
It's entirely up to him now. She's watching his every movement and he has to do whatever he can to excite her, keep the momentum going.
PART 5: The thrill of following this mysterious woman's dares is unexpectedly titillating to the earnest young student. He's heard of people having "webcam sex" before, but he never expected it to be this exciting. As the sultry female voice on the phone pushes him further and further into the unknown Ben is discovering the surprising pleasure he can gain from becoming a performer for a turned on woman.
He bends over and tentatively presses the handle of the brush against his sensitive arsehole.
His heart is racing as it slips inside. This is so dirty! And knowing that a woman is watching him do this perverted thing gives him even more of an adrenaline rush.
He looks at the camera wondering what she's thinking and feeling as he penetrates himself.
His arse resists the intrusion and he has to slide the brush handle in ever so gently to get the tight skin to yield.
Gradually he slides it in, a centimetre at a time.
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"Deeper," Anna says over the speakerphone. "You'll like it, I promise." <br> "But the bristles..." Ben protests.
"Deeper..." Anna says, her voice firm and insistent.
Ben leans over further so he can push it in further.
He shoves it in just because she ordered him to.
"Deeper," Anna says again. <br> Ben wants so badly to please her, but this feels so strange.
His skin is tingling all over feeling this strange object enter his bottom.
"Well done," Anna says.
"Will that do?" Ben asks his voice shaking and his cock slightly engorged. <br> "Yes. Did you like it?"
The hairs are sticking up on the back of Ben's neck, hyper-aware that his every movement is being watched.
"It was ok... I didn't like the bristles," he says to the camera. <br> "What else do you have?" Anna asks. <br> "Nothing... I can't think..."
"How about... something from the kitchen?" Anna suggests. <br> "What?" <br> "How do you feel about carrots?" <br> "I... um..." Ben stutters. <br> "They're not necessarily much bigger than fingers... right?" Anna assures him. <br> "I guess..." Ben mumbles. <br> "Well bring one here," Anna insists.
Ben peers out of his room. He doesn't know if he can do this.
Slowly he steps out into the hallway, searching for his parents. He can still hear the television on and he's confident they'll be planted in front of it but even so...
Ben's heart is thundering in his chest. He slides along the wall, his cock still slightly engorged.
The murmuring chuckle from his parents can be heard blending in with the sound of high-pitched studio audience laughter.
Ben tries to keep against the wall, silent and invisible as a cat burglar.
He waits for the right moment to lunge into the kitchen, every second filled with gut-wrenching danger.
His parents burst out laughing and throw their heads back.
'NOW!' Ben can almost hear Anna's voice shouting in his head.
Quickly he hunts around the cupboards. What on earth can he use?!
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He searches feverishly through everything disregarding a spoon, a spatula, an egg.
He opens the vegetable drawer and spots something long and thin-ish.
Ben can hear Anna's voice in his head again telling him that this is perfect. Quickly he snatches a carrot from the bag.
In his haste, the carrot flies from his hand.
It hits the floor with a soft thud.
His mum's sharp ears pick everything up.
Ben freezes and listens out, his stomach twisted in worry.
She looks around suspiciously.
Strange, she could have sworn she heard something.
Ben listens out trying to hold his breath. If his parents were to discover him here he'd be severely punished and branded a sick pervert.
He feels overwhelmingly dirty about what he's doing.
His mum shrugs and goes into the loo.
Ben can't believe the risk he's taking - all for some mysterious girl he's never even met!
He grabs the carrot even though it looks enormous to him.
Quickly he slips back into the hallway, walking slowly and carefully so as not to make the floor creak.
His dad's eyes are glued to the television. He's completely lost in the program he's watching.
He creeps along incredibly aware of his dick and balls swinging freely.
Almost there now. Just have to dash around the corner and then he's safe.
Ben silently slips back into his room.
His pulse is racing from the danger of what he just did.
He holds the carrot up to the camera. "Will that do?"
"Looks fine to me... give it a go," Anna says.
Ben bends over and freezes, uncertain whether he really wants to do this.
"Don't think about it - just enjoy yourself," Anna instructs him over the speaker phone.
He pushes the cold object against his sensitive hole which has already been pried open from his earlier experiment.
He slowly works the carrot in, wanting to stop but pushing himself to go further knowing Anna is willing him on.
Ben holds his breath and his muscles tighten receiving the thick object.
He tries to jam it a bit more. Every part of his body feeling hyper-sensitive and exposed.
Gently he's able to start sliding it in and out.
He's overcome with shame knowing how unmanly this is...
Fucking himself with a big fat carrot! What would his mates say if they knew?!
He rams it in further feeling his cock tingling.
He wants to please Anna with every fibre of his being.
Breaking through all his limits he shoves the carrot in as far as he can make it go.
He's surprised by how his arsehole acts like a suction pulling it in.
He can feel it deep inside his tender buttocks.
Ben grunts in surprise fucking himself for the first time.
"That's good, how's it feel?" Anna asks. <br> "Uurrhh.. it's alright... bigger than the hairbrush..." he says. <br> "Do you like it?" <br> "I... I'm not sure... Yeah... Maybe," his cock has stiffened up to his surprise.
"You look really hard there... why don't you play with yourself too?" Anna suggests.
Ben strokes his dick while continuing to push the carrot in and out of his arse.
He's amazed how good this feels, playing with his hard dick for a total stranger. "You look like you're enjoying yourself... Are you going to cum?" Anna asks. <br> "Yeah... soon," Ben moans. <br> "Cum on the camera."
Ben obediently climbs up on the desk.
He positions himself right over the camera knowing she is staring at him, his entire naked body on show.
He eagerly pumps his dick. It feels so full and hard, pulsing in his hand.
"Go for it," Anna says on the speakerphone.
He pumps his cock vigorously while continuing to shove the carrot up his arse.
He stares at her picture, horny at the thought of this girl getting off on watching him.
He pumps his cock faster and faster in frenzied excitement.
Sperm floods through his hard cock and shoots out.
He's wildly screwing and stroking himself, every inch of his naked body feeling hot and alive.
A huge stream of goo flies from his dick all over his camera.
The ecstatic feeling of ejaculating is heightened knowing he's being watched.
The stuff sprays all over, splattering against the camera lens.
He's so wrapped up in the heated excitement he doesn't care about the mess he's making or what he looks like.
He only cares about emptying his balls as quickly as possible.
He stares down at his dripping cock in surprise and wipes a seeping drop of cum from the slit.
Ben is grinning with pride, overcome by the daring thing he just did. "You did really well," Anna says making him smile more.
"Thank you... that was amazing!"
"It's my pleasure. See you at school tomorrow!" Anna says.
Suddenly there's a burst of laughter in the background which breaks out into a chorus of laughter coming from multiple girls.
The phone hangs up and then nothing but the grating beep of the dial tone. <br> Ben peers into the camera and says desperately, "Hello? Who else is there? Do I know you...? Hello?!?"
PART 6: Ben is left perplexed by his experience on webcam with the mysterious girl 'Anna'. She seems to know him but he has absolutely no idea who she really is. All he's certain of is that performing for this mysterious girl was the most thrilling sexual experience of his life. It's late at night and he can't stop thinking about every moment of what happened, running the experiences over and over in his mind.
It's in the middle of the night and Ben can't sleep. He has a semi-hard on thinking about 'Anna' and all the dirty things he did.
He thinks through their entire chat, hunting for clues about who she really is.
Ben wonders if he should have closed the window the moment she started chatting to him, this stranger who was so instantly familiar.
He studied her face closely, but didn't recognize her at all. 'Who are you really Anna?' he wonders.
He can hear her soft voice in his head, encouraging him on to do dirtier things.
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Even now he can't believe he had the balls to go through with it. A carrot! She told him to shove a fucking carrot up his arsehole!
And he did it! With her watching!
He feels his dick hardening in his jeans recalling the sensation of penetrating himself, the startling discovery of how sensitive that area of his body was.
He was so nervous pulling his cheeks apart, terrified about what she'd think. The first time he's ever exposed his arsehole to anyone!
Then the bizarre painful/exciting feeling of sliding the hair brush handle up his hole.
His arsehole twitches thinking about it. He feels ashamed that he liked it so much. His dick has gone really hard again recalling it all so vividly.
Wanking while the mysterious girl watched was incredibly hot.
But he felt so betrayed when he heard the girls laughing. Who were they? How did they know who he was at college?
He wonders if she's on there now wanting another show.
How does he really know that the girl in the picture is the girl who was watching him on webcam? It could be anyone behind that camera!
Ben contemplates going online again and wonders what dares she might push him into this time.
He shakes his head, straights his jeans and thinks, 'This is crazy. I can't perform for this girl again if I don't know who she really is.'
In a swift, decisive action he grabs a t-shirt and throws it over his webcam.
He's not going to let her see him again until she explains who she is and lets him view her on video as well.
It's only fair that he should have his turn ordering her to strip and perform kinky tasks as well.
But his thoughts keep drifting back to what she made him do. He can't deny how much of a turn on it was performing for her and hearing how excited she got from watching him.
He shuts his eyes and sinks into his perverse imagination, thrusting out his hard cock for her to see, offering his naked body completely for her to enjoy.
He drifts off to sleep and has incredibly erotic dreams. He can't deny it; he wants more!
At college Ben is so much more shy and awkward than his usual boisterous self.
He looks around, feeling like he's still on camera and being watched by this strange girl.
He tries to smile at people as he passes by and he has the feeling that they are looking at him different.
It's as if they know about him and all the perverted things he did on webcam that night.
The viewer or viewers could have been anyone! It's like the whole college knows about the shameful things he did.
He can feel girls turning to stare at him, eyeing him up and down as if they all know what he looks like naked.
Every time he comes across some people talking excitedly, he thinks they must be talking about him.
He can almost hear the gossip spreading like wildfire through the dressing corridors... "Have you heard about Ben? Shoved a carrot straight up his bumhole! Played with himself in plain sight!"
Ben wonders if it's just him or are people really staring after him as he walks by? Are their voices lowering as he passes?
They all must be laughing quietly to themselves about him. What a sorry desperate pervert, doing anything to please a girl on messenger!
He can't help studying every girl that passes. Is this the one who was really watching him on webcam?
Was she the one typing all those twisted commands for him to perform naked?
The girls stare back at him confrontationally and then walk right on past, leaving him wondering.
Ben feels like he must be losing his mind. His entire body is tingling, on edge thinking one or more of these girls has seen him buck naked!
Just catching sight of the back of girl's head makes his imagination go wild.
Was this girl getting off while watching him penetrate himself and pump his dick?
He turns around, feeling that he's being watched.
Each casual glance at him, something he wouldn't have given two thoughts to before now seems filled with deep meaning.
The one who is 'Anna' must be thinking, 'That's right. I made you stroke your big fat erection just for me!'
He spins around and it feels like there's girl everywhere that could have been the one. They all look at him with glints in their eyes, a satisfied knowledge that they've seen him totally exposed.
Ben catches the hissing sound of whispers all around and the shrill girlish giggles erupting all around him.
He turns around and everywhere he looks there seems to be a new face.
Eyeing him up and down as if to say, 'I made you do whatever I pleased and I can make you do it again.'
He starts trembling, feeling warm and excited all over again.
This could be something 'Anna' does every night, going online to find a different boy from their college to make him strip off and do all manner of humiliating stunts.
His heart is racing as he searches for some clue as to the real identity of his online voyeur.
But he can't find any indication of who exactly she might be. There are hundreds of girls at this college, all with access to computers. It could be any or all of them.
PART 7: Ben sits in class distracted and anxious. The teacher's words are a meaningless background noise. He can't stop thinking about the crazy things he did last night, Anna's soft insistent voice and the incredible feeling of ejaculating while being watched. He wonders if he's becoming an obsessed sexual pervert.
"It's fascinating to think the folklore of the Aztec's foretold that the Mesoamerican era would come to an end," Miss Ryan says. "However, it turned out not to be from the fearsome god Quetzalcoatl, but from an even more threatening sight - Fernando Cortez!"
Ben and everyone else in the class stares at her with indifferent silence, too easily distracting by erotic day-dreaming.
"Time to hand your essays in! I trust you've all thoroughly covered the important accomplishments of Montezuma of Tenochtitlan."
Ben panics. With his groundbreaking new sexual adventure he completely forgot the essay was due today.
Everyone else comes forward to hand theirs in while Ben slumps in his chair in embarrassment.
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Miss Ryan nods her head as the essays are piled up.
Ben feels a wrenching pain in his gut. He's going to be in so much trouble, but even now he finds he can't really care with the deeper mystery of Anna still troubling his thoughts.
Miss Ryan spies Ben looking around in bewilderment, the only one to have not completed his essay.
She sighs, staring at him silently letting him feel the pressure and guilt of having failed.
"Ben?" she says impatiently.
He can suddenly hear Anna's voice in his head again, saying his name and urging him to strip. His entire being is consumed by these sexual thoughts.
"Do you have your essay Ben? Were you ill and unable to complete it?"
"How do you feel?" she asks exactly as Anna had during the webcam show.
Ben stares at her walking towards him, a commanding inquisitive look in her eyes. His imagination runs wild. He can't control it.
He imagines her staring down at him, circling him with her eyes examining every inch of his body.
Fully naked in front of everyone in the class, Miss Ryan looking down at him impatiently!
"Ben, do you think this is funny?"
He's unable to answer, a pang of guilt and shame running through his entire body. His heart beats with that rush of excitement, the thrill of something sexual happening in this ordinary setting with his clothed female classmates all around him.
He imagines Miss Ryan staring down at his naked body, surveying his smooth features and his heavy penis flopping against his thigh.
He knows he's completely inadequate before her, a shameless fumbling pervert.
Staring down at his body he imagines himself completely naked, his heavy penis and balls resting on the seat in plain view of everyone!
To be utterly exposed before everyone he knows! His new-found sexual thrill is public knowledge.
He's the centre of attention, all eyes on him, scanning over his naked body.
His mind is flooded with the kind of guilt like he's on trial, being presented for the judgement of the world.
The girls' laughter rings out sharply. How ridiculous and awkward naked boys look!
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Ben hangs his head nervously, his heart fluttering with excitement in his chest.
It's all out in the open now. Nothing to hide. The whole college will know what he looks like naked.
"Such a nice body for such a young man - don't you think?" Miss Ryan says to one of the girls who responds with peals of laughter.
"He's really a shameless exhibitionist."
"Isn't he developing nicely?" she whispers loudly into another girls ear who looks him over fully.
They look him over and their thoughts are maddeningly unknown to him.
He worries about how degraded he's become. Why are these compulsive sexual thoughts clouding his mind when he's always been such a good, diligent student?
He imagines Miss Ryan standing over his shoulder, staring down at the length of his penis.
"It seems like it's getting hard, doesn't it?" she says focusing on it.
He feels his cock thickening, tingling in excitement at the women's attention.
"You're such a healthy, strong young man, Ben," Miss Ryan says gazing over his body.
Ben feels himself tremble beneath her, offering his body to her completely.
Every inch of his bare skin is sensitive to the looks and smiles from everyone all around him.
This intensely real fantasy rushes through his mind as he sits there before his teacher and all the other students.
"Ben, do you think this is appropriate behaviour for class?" she says accusingly. He feels incredibly excited at the horrifying shame of being so exposed. "Do you, Ben?"
"Ben? Answer me," Miss Ryan demands. "Do you have your essay?"
Ben snaps back to reality, realizing Miss Ryan is standing in front of him waiting impatiently for him to answer. The other students look on bewildered.
"I... well... no," he mutters nervously.
"Ben, this isn't like you..." she says. Miss Ryan hates to see promising young men lose their focus.
"I know; I'm sorry miss... can I give it to you tomorrow?"
"I suppose... but you better give it to me first thing."
"No excuses." <br> The other students feel a tinge of resentment that Ben is being granted special permission.
"No worries Miss. I promise."
It's evening and Ben is back hard at work on his essay. Every time his thoughts drift to Anna and exposing his body, he makes himself concentrate on ancient Aztec history.
He ignores his friend on IM. He'd love to chat with him about his new experience and question him about who this "Anna" might be.
He tries to focus on his essay, typing furiously feeling the pressure to get it done.
He realizes he's typed the same sentence twice and needs to delete it.
He grunts in frustration and hunches forward, the screen blaring brightly in his dimly lit room. There's no sound in the house except the rapid clicking of the keyboard.
His heart leaps when he sees Anna has signed in.
Quickly he begins chatting with her again. It's so easy and immediately gets his dick going again. His essay is completely forgotten.
Suddenly Anna begins typing out some instructions, "Here's what's going to happen... You're going to do something for me. And then we'll meet."
His pulse races thinking of actually meeting her! <br>
"Go to Intersport on Shell Street. Ask for Rachel. And get a pair of red speedos. I want to see you in them."
He's aware that she's watching him, ready to see if he's ready to rise to the challenge.
Ben smiles and nods. It doesn't sound too difficult. Anna abruptly signs off and he's left to wonder what will happen when he finally meets her. She must want him to model in these speedos for her, a private show.
He shakes his head and rubs his face. Must get back to this essay. It has to be in tomorrow.
He types and types, the words spilling out of him in an incoherent stream of facts and half-baked conclusions. 'The conquest of the Aztecs by the Spanish was not inevitable. The Aztec's were hard fighters and knew the land better than the foreigners. The prophecies of destruction were what made them give up hope and their gold to Cortes...'
The type small type on the glowing screen blurs together as Ben's eyes droop and he imagines Anna's face rising up and her soft mischievous voice putting thoughts into his head.
He collapses onto his keyboard and falls into a deep sleep, his cock twitching in his trousers in a haze of erotic delirium.
PART 8: It's crucial that Ben finish his essay today, but instead of working diligently on it he finds himself on a mysterious mission to obtain a pair of speedos. He knows this is crazy and his rational mind keeps warning him to go to the library instead, but his body draws him to follow Anna's orders. He's filled with a strange sense of excitement as the purpose of this is completely unknown.
Ben enters the store Anna specifically told him to go to.
His fingers are twitching and he has butterflies in his stomach. Never has a little shopping trip filled him with such trepidation.
He looks around wondering if Anna is actually here, secretly watching him as he shops.
There are a number of women flicking through clothes. It could be any of them!
She told him to ask for Rachel. Is Rachel a friend of Anna's? Are the two of them planning something for him and the speedos? Do they want to go swimming? His mind is overcome with questions.
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One of the shop assistants is clumsily straightening shirts and putting them on the racks.
Ben wonders if this could be Rachel.
She accidentally knocks against some display tennis rackets sending them clattering to the floor.
"Oops," she says sheepishly, looking flustered.
"Leave it," an assertive woman calls out.
"Look at the mess. Move away!"
The shop assistant looks around fearful that she's angered the woman who is obviously in charge.
She cleans things up herself because she likes it done properly and is very high-strung.
Ben stares at the print out of the picture Anna emailed to him after their chat. He doesn't know why he feels so embarrassed asking for help finding this specific pair of speedos.
"Um... Rachel?" he enquires fearfully.
"What do you want?" she says impatiently.
"Um... I was... told to find these..." he says offering the print out picture.
A phone starts ringing at the till and Rachel looks at the page impatiently. He immediately feels like he's putting her out.
"Find someone else to help you," she says obviously busy.
"I was told to get you to help me..." he says cautiously. The phone is still ringing in the background.
"Michelle! Get the phone!!!" she screams.
"Please miss..." he says holding it out.
"It's... kind of important."
She huffs and snatches the paper out of his hand. This young man clearly doesn't understand she's a busy woman with a shop to run.
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"You're going to be trouble I can tell," she says shaking the paper at him.
She quickly leads him to the back obviously intent on getting back to more important work.
Ben's shown into a changing stall. "In there," she orders.
She leaves him for a moment and comes back with a suit for him to try.
Rachel thrusts the wobbly curtain open so quickly Ben is startled.
She thrusts the swimming shorts at him, "Here."
He stares at her in confusion, "These aren't the ones in the photo."
"These are better," Rachel insists with a professional knowingness and shuts the curtain again.
Ben starts disrobing to try them on, not wanting to question her anymore when she's obviously so busy.
He wonders if maybe this is part of the test designed by Anna.
But is he supposed to follow Rachel's instruction or stick to the ones Anna gave him?
Ben fumbles nervously with his belt, so caught in his thoughts he can barely concentrate on what he's doing.
He pulls them off, trying to steady himself in the cramped little space.
His feet get caught in the jeans and he nearly stumbles towards the curtain.
He thinks how embarrassing it would be if he suddenly fell out into the shop wearing only his pants! He begins pulling them down.
Suddenly the curtain whooshes open.
Ben stares at the strange woman like a deer caught in headlights.
"Oh sorry!" she says.
He quickly pulls up the bathing suit, shrinking back in embarrassment.
"I didn't realize anyone was in here," she says giggling and walks away.
Ben can't believe she did that and then left the curtain half open. Could that be Anna?
He shuts it tightly closed again as best he can.
The thing is not very steady and seems like it's liable to fall off at any minute.
Rachel unexpectedly returns and pulls the curtain open without notice.
Ben is surprised again, but Rachel impatiently asks, "How do they fit?"
"They feel fine," he says nervously. <br> But, as if his opinion didn't matter, Rachel quickly says, "Oh those won't do! They're too loose."
Ben touches them lightly feeling that they fit fine and seem secure.
"They'll come right off as soon as you get in the water," Rachel confidently delivers her expert opinion.
"Come here," she orders. "Look in the mirror."
She briskly pulls him along and stands him in front of the mirror.
"There you see," she says impatiently as if their flaw is self-evident.
"Um... they're fine really," Ben says timidly.
"But they aren't what I want." <br> He decides to stand firm and get exactly what Anna wanted.
Rachel sighs in frustration. "I tell you they're not."
She looks him up and down. "Here let me show you..."
She lightly grabs hold of the swimming suit and...
They easily slide down to his knees.
Ben's heart hammers in his chest as he realizes he's cock-out naked in the middle of the store!
Petrified he dumbly stands there staring at his exposed genitals while Rachel stands back triumphantly to view what she's done. "See what I mean."
PART 9: Ben's penis and arse have been rudely revealed to the entire shop! He's shocked at the shop manager Rachel's behaviour whipping his swim suit down. Rachel doesn't bat an eyelash and acts like it's her perfect right to do this and it will teach him a good lesson for being such a difficult customer. He's aware of all the other women in the shop suddenly looking to him and eyeing him up and down. It's like the entire thing has been orchestrated by Anna.
Ben quickly pulls the swim suit back up. Rachel looks down upon him confidently saying, "I told you they'd come right off. Back in the changing room with you."
His cheeks and ears are burning in embarrassment. He can hear the women in the shop giggling.
He wants to hide away as quickly as possible.
Ben is shocked to see a large mean looking man standing in his changing room stall.
"I..." he stutters, intimidated by the man's size and uncertain what to say.
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The man stares him down like an insignificant insect that is annoying him.
"Want to take a picture?" the man asks sarcastically. <br> "I was in there..." Ben says desperately.
"And now you're out there!"
He angrily snaps the curtain shut again in Ben's face.
Ben raises his hand to open the curtain again and then thinks better of it.
"My clothes are still in there," he complains urgently. He can't stand staying out here with the women watching him, every second adding to his humiliation.
Instead of handing them out, the man rudely tosses his clothes over the curtain.
He dodges out of the way in surprise as they flutter to the floor.
The women in the shop laugh as he hurriedly scrambles to pick up his clothes.
Rachel steps up to him again after organizing some stock. She notices him dragging his belongings all over the floor.
"What do you think you're doing? Why aren't you in a changing room?"
<br> "They're all full," he complains.
"I knew you'd be trouble," Rachel shakes her head at him. <br> She leads him behind a clothes rail and says, "There you go."
Ben stands behind the rail, conscious of how exposed he still is. He nervously lays his clothes over the top.
The women passing by glance at him and start laughing. 'What does that ridiculous boy think he's doing?'
He looks around, hoping to catch a moment when no one is looking so he can quickly change back.
His heart is thumping in his chest as he reaches for his waistband.
He pulls them down conscious of standing right in the middle of a shop with only this flimsy little clothes stand between him and browsing customers.
His dick falls out and the women walking around the shop can spy it between the clothes.
Ben feels an incredible rush as he yanks them down as fast as he can.
He thinks he can change back as quick as possible before anyone really sees or notices.
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He breaks out into a sweat looking around him, paranoid that everyone must be watching.
The women glance up at him and laugh, raising their heads and looking around to get a better view.
He quickly tries to pull the new speedos up, feeling clumsy and awkward.
He turns aside trying to hide himself, but the women merely look around trying to catch a flash of his bum.
"He's got an adorable little face doesn't he... not to mention his arse!" he hears one of the women say.
The women's laughter rings through the shop as he desperately tries to get the tight little costume up.
He climbs into them, flashes of his nudity showing through the clothes.
He's caused a ruckus with the women in the shop giggling and whispering about him.
Rachel marches over to the rack. She's had just about enough of this young man causing trouble and showing such indecision. She has a lot to be getting on with.
She thrusts the rack aside and looks him up and down with her sharp professional eyes.
Ben stands helplessly before her still feeling very exposed. <br> "Much better... but not quite right," she says.
"Give them back," she orders and, without waiting for him to undress himself, she whips the speedos down.
He stares down in shock at his exposed penis. Not even the flimsy clothes rail to hide himself behind!
She insistently tugs at the speedos making him step out of them.
He's very conscious of his penis and balls hanging heavily before her.
"And get these ridiculous socks off," she says. Really she can't understand why he's making such a fuss and causing such difficulty for her over a simple swim suit.
She struts away leaving Ben standing out in the open fully exposed.
Panicked he grabs the clothing rail and pulls it back to cover him. The women laugh having a good look at his fully naked body.
He feels completely cornered, like a trapped animal. What an absolute embarrassment! His clothes are spread all over the floor.
He unquestionably follows what Rachel tells him to do and removes his socks.
Ben's on an even greater high than he was the other night performing on webcam. This is for real and in public! His dick feels incredibly sensitive.
He can feel the women peering at him, their eyes gleaming with pleasure. They can't get enough of this foolish young naked lad!
PART 10: Anna's simple assignment to buy a pair of speedos has turned into a nightmare. Ben feels incredibly embarrassed being made by the store manager to change his clothes on the shop floor because all the stalls are occupied. His skin is tingling, achingly aware of being exposed to all the customers, staff and anyone who might walk in.
Rachel pushes the clothes rail aside again to give Ben a new pair of speedos to try on. <br> "Try these. I haven't got all day."
Even though these don't match the picture, Ben hastily pulls them on as he's aware his dick is thickening with the women watching and laughing.
His pulse is racing and he feels intensely every painful second of this laborious process, trying on pair after pair of speedos.
Rachel looks at his crotch and nods, "A perfect fit."
She pulls them up and adjusts them so his penis is sharply outlined by the material.
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"They're really tight," Ben complains, feeling the fabric pull tightly at his scrotum. The hairs at the back of his neck stand up while being so intimately touched and fondled by this strange woman.
"Nonsense," she says. <br> Ben is certain he should get what Anna specifically asked for. "Look," he says firmly. "These aren't what I want. Can you please get me the pair I asked for?"
"Fine. Give those back," she says in a huff.
Ben peels them off, conscious of the women still watching.
It's agony being so exposed while he's changing. Every movement feels clumsy and its as if his every action is being scrutinized.
"I'll get you another pair SIR," she says sarcastically.
She stomps away shaking her head at being lumbered with such a difficult boy.
The women are drawing closer and become bolder looking around the rack to get a look at his cock.
Ben's had enough of this. He's going to make sure he's covered. He grabs the clothes rail and roughly pulls it towards him.
To his shock, the feeble thing collapses in on itself.
It crashes loudly to the floor leaving Ben staring at it in astonishment and the women cackling hysterically to each other.
Rachel marches back over with a pair of speedos staring at the enormous mess. "Look what you've done!"
Ben feels sick with shame and guilt. And now he's standing in the open naked and completely exposed!
<br> "Fix this immediately," Rachel says. "I'll get a screwdriver to piece it together."
He miserably reaches for the bars of the rack trying to salvage it. All the clothes fall to the floor in a heap.
Rachel marches away completely fed up with this young man and thinking that he'd better not waste any more of her time.
As he picks it up and fumbles with it, the clothing rail falls apart even more. He feels pathetic scrambling around naked trying to pick up the pieces.
The laughing women spot where his clothes have fallen and point them out to each other giggling.
To Ben's horror the grinning female customer scoops them up.
She rushes away and Ben meekly protests, "Hey!"
He runs after her with his large penis flopping back and forth conspicuously.
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Laughing hysterically they hand the articles to each other and rush away from the angry naked boy.
They throw the clothes to each other, playing keep away. Ben can't believe he's caught in the middle of this ridiculous game, scrambling after them naked.
"Over here," they call while throwing his shirt and pants to each other.
"Come on now, this isn't funny!" he protests feebly.
He almost gets an article back from one of the women, but she throws it far over his head to one of the other women.
Ben rushes around the shop, painfully embarrassed about how exposed he is, what a sorry fool he's become in these women's game.
"I'm open! Over here!" the woman calls to her friend as Ben rushes the other way.
The women are in fits of laughter making the naked boy run back and forth, his penis and balls bouncing wildly.
"Please! Give those back!" he pleads pathetically.
The women look him up and down as he rushes desperately at them, his cheeks burning in shame.
His pants are tossed about in front of his face. His entire body is tingling and his dick is hardening as he runs back and forth in front of the women.
He sees the gleam of pleasure in the women's eyes as they taunt and tease him with the clothes, scanning his bare body as he's caught in the middle.
As one of the women rushes away, his wallet falls out of his trousers.
He bends down to pick it up as he rushes after them.
The women have no intention of giving the clothes back. They rush away from Ben, knocking over the displays as they go.
Rachel comes back out to see Ben scrambling around looking frazzled and the shop in a state of chaos.
The women rush away as Rachel marches up to Ben who stands there naked and helpless with clothes and display features strewn around him. She's boiling over with rage and contempt for this ridiculous young man who has made a shambles of her store.
PART 11: Ben is mortified that the women in the shop have taunted him, making him chase after them completely naked while struggling to get his clothes back. This total public exposure is far beyond anything he would dare to do himself and he can't help but suspect that this is all part of some grand plan devised by Anna. As he feels his bare skin available to all eyes in the room, he can't stop wondering if one of the curious female voyeurs is Anna herself!
"Get out right now!" Rachel orders him. <br>
"But..." Ben says trembling. <br>
"No buts! Get out!"
"Please! Can I just pay for these and then go?" Ben pleads. <br> "Fine, go to the till," Rachel says fed up with this trouble-maker.
She tries to rearrange the display again while Ben sullenly trudges to the till, still completely naked.
He's aware of his heavy dick swinging as he walks through the store and the female customers still watching him.
Ben obediently stands in place, his heart thumping powerfully in his chest as the seconds painfully tick by.
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He's aware of someone coming up behind him. He's on tender hooks wondering if this might be Anna.
The woman snickers as she takes a luxuriously long look at him from head to foot, the way his pert little arse sticks out for all to see.
Ben nervously turns his head a little, frightened and excited that this could actually be her, the woman who has taken sexual command of him.
He dares to look back into her eyes, feeling flushed from head to foot in sexual excitement.
The strange man steps into the queue as well, adding to the shame of Ben's exposure.
Rachel comes back with the flimsy little speedos in hand and stares critically at Ben.
Ben hands her the money so eager to get them and get out of this situation. The pressure he feels from this prolonged exposure is too much for him to take.
He wants to make a quick escape, but feels the women looking after him and knows his naked body will be permanently imprinted in their memories.
One of them approaches him with his bundle of clothes in hand and he wonders again if this might be Anna herself.
He takes his clothes back grateful to be able to get dressed again. Being naked in the middle of the shop, it's like the entire world is watching him and can witness this humiliating circumstance.
Every woman's smile is mysterious and tells him nothing about what the woman is really thinking or if she's been planning this entire situation. The internet is anonymous and any of these women could actually be Anna.
Later, back in his bedroom, Ben thinks about his experience in the shop and replays every second of his exposure in his mind.
Ben imagines the shop manager Rachel giving him a really hard telling off. <br> "You're a disgusting wicked boy! A lazy little pervert!"
"I'm going to give you a lesson you sorely need," she says holding up the tennis racquets.
He shuts his eyes, deeply entranced by his perverse fantasy and reached down his jeans to stroke himself.
He imagines Anna purposely sent him to her friend Rachel because she knew how much Rachel enjoys disciplining naughty boys like him.
He thinks about what it would have been like if Rachel took him over her knees with his bottom fully exposed and spread in front of her.
The sting of the tennis racquet smacking his bare arse.
He bites down on the speedos while she excitedly whacks his bottom over and over.
He kicks out helplessly while she beats him, his shorts hanging uselessly around his ankles.
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The racquet smacks his cheeks over and over.
The shame sinks into him and the pain steadily mounts with each powerful blow.
"You're disgusting! A wicked little pervert," Rachel says while spanking him, his dick pressed against her bare thigh.
He begins rocking so wildly with discomfort that she grabs him by the hair to keep him steady.
She smacks him over and over until his arse blooms a scalding pink colour.
Ben pictures Rachel getting into quite a fit of sexual excitement as she lays into him, giving him everything he deserves.
The racquet springs off his round cushiony cheeks with momentum as she whacks him harder.
Ben moans through the swimwear stuck in his mouth feeling his body given completely to this strong woman.
As his pain becomes more evident, Rachel finds it even funnier and more exciting smacking his arse.
A healthy young boy over her lap, completely at her mercy.
His arse is scalding hot with the repeat beating.
The smacks have made him intensely aware of this area, have made it throb and come alive, bringing it to the centre of attention.
He strokes himself feverishly imagining being marched out to the centre of the store by Rachel and made to kneel before all the women.
Ben imagines being ordered to masturbate in front of all of them, demonstrating what a sorry pervert he really is.
They smile and watch, observing how his dick is hotly alive in his fist.
"Give me a show... like you did for Anna," Rachel commands him.
He feels his member growing and pulsing under his firm strokes.
He's aware that all these women probably observed him online performing on camera, that his shame is known internationally.
These graceful beautiful women enjoy observing the sexual habits of horny teenage boys.
He grins thinking about being the centre of attention to all these lustful women.
Stroking his big hard cock just because they told him to.
He feels his whole body tighten, all his muscles working at this incessant burning need to get off while the women observe him.
They watch how he tugs on his dick so inexpertly, driven only by his burning insatiable need to relieve his balls.
Ben feverishly imagines himself in this public place, the cool air on every inch of his skin and the strangers all around him admiring the spectacle.
He pumps his hips, kneeling in place before them, his whole body caught up in the excitement of performing publicly.
The women are towering all around him, hungrily watching as if ready to devour him.
They watch with unrestrained desire. They are insistent that he should ejaculate for their pleasure.
He's breathless, heart pounding like a race horse in his chest as he strokes himself faster and faster.
His fist tightens around his cock more as he feels himself completely losing control.
He's gone mad with the desire to cum, to perform for these excited clothed women.
His balls tighten, churning with his youthful sperm.
The head of his dick is so incredibly sensitive that each time his fingers brush over it he feels electric currents of pleasure coursing through his body.
His dirty filthy desires are completely laid bare in front of all these women observing him.
The sperm rushes up out of his cock.
He grins knowing the women are watching closely how he unloads his balls on the floor.
This filthy sorry young man is soaking himself and the dirty floor with his spunk!
The women's eyes are locked on the copious amounts of cum he sprays.
It flies everywhere. His wet throbbing member seems insatiable.
Ben pumps out every last drop.
The stare breathless at his cock, still powerfully hard, dripping before their eyes. The boy is exhausted, completely spent from his performance.
The grinning women are climbing over each other eager to see him kneeling naked on the floor with his sore hard cock on display.
Ben imagines staring up at their delighted faces and warm womanly bodies surrounding him - like he was their new favourite pet.
He strokes himself on the bed thinking about all of this, feeling his fantasies becoming more unwieldy, taking him places he never dreamed about before.
His computer bleeps with the sound letting him know a new chat has been initiated.
Ben completely forgot that his computer was on, that he started it determined to finish his dreaded essay.
He eagerly looks at the screen to see who is communicating with him.
His heart starts beating frantically seeing that it's Anna!
Ben must know if Anna was in fact one of the female customers. She is playing with him; she must know what happened.
His stomach sinks reading her mysterious reply.
He sighs thinking back to the shop and everything that happened. He was so caught up in it all he failed to look closely at everything around him.
Only now does he think he remembers seeing something strange up on one of the counters, a small camera pointed out at the shop.
Ben realizes that Anna did see what happened in the shop that day. She and probably countless other watched his exposure on camera. Anna has been able to watch his public naked humiliation and he'll never even know who she really is.
