Unbetitelt

“Too long!”

“Yeah, and too baggy!”

Between them, they made the adjustments they deemed to be necessary. Your girlfriend warned you not to be any trouble.

Your girlfriend was thrilled with the results!

You were less enthusiastic.

“They’re going to be shorter than my blazer! When I’ve got my blazer on, people are going to think that I haven’t got any shorts on!”

“Don’t be silly, Alex. Put your blazer on and let’s have a look. And take those socks off. We’re going to get you some ankle socks.”

“Why?”

“They’re unnecessary. For the time being just take them off. We want you with bare legs.”

Your girlfriend couldn’t have looked happier. And when you did as you were told and removed your socks and put on your blazer, she looked like she was going to faint.

Why are you so shy, Alex?

Sis, I am still in shorts.

Good for you and your discipline.

Yeah, especially when you will see me bending over the chair.

Alex, it was your own fault...

Yeah, your idea about traditional values, too.

Dad purchased a new tawse for you and Mum will abbreviate all your short trousers, too.

What?

Come on, Alex. Let me have a closer look.

Oh Alex, you were already the centre of attention, but you’re going to top that now.

Stop touching my bare thighs, for God’s sake…

Come on, you can hardly blame me with thighs like that.

You’re my sister!

Stepsister! Anyone can tell by just looking at us.

That still doesn’t make it okay for you to have your eager hands all over my bare legs.

Alex, put this jacket on, I want to see if your trousers are not too long.

Jane, they are midthigh.

Alex, they’re barely above the knee!

How exposed do want me to be?

When I said that I want you to have bare legs all the time, that also meant having bare thighs. Now, take this pair and try them on.

A few minutes later…

Let’s have a look… very nice… turn around… very nice, Alex.

Les craintes avouées n’apportent pas toujours le réconfort espéré.

– C’est nul que le prof de maths rende toujours les évals le vendredi ! Si t’as pas la moyenne, tu pourras quand même sortir samedi ?

– Tu connais pas mon père ! Si j’ai pas la moyenne, mon cul va faire tellement mal que je pourrai pas mettre un slip avant lundi !

– T’as pas besoin de slip ! T’as une bite minuscule ! Même si tu bandes sous ton short, personne la verra ! Tu veux mettre un slip pour faire le bonhomme ?

Je t’avais dit, si tu veux, tu viendras chez moi et je te donnerai des leçons particulières. Après, toi non plus, t’en auras rien à craindre.

Ouais… je te connais, tu veux juste lecher mes jambes poilues et me donner des fessées chaque fois que…

Et alors ?! Tu préfères te faire fesser par ton père ?!

Non, sûrement pas…

Alors ! Et en plus, tu finiras avec des bonnes notes !

D’accord…

OK. On commence tout de suite ! Mes parents sont partis quelques jours. Tu passeras un coup de fil à tes parents pour qu’ils sachent où tu es. Mais dès maintenant tes jambes sont à moi ! Dis-le-moi !

Oui oui, mes jambes sont à toi.

It’s okay for you — you’re good at maths. You’ve got nothing to fear.

I told you before, you can come to my place and I’ll give you tuition. Then you won’t have anything to fear either.

Yeah, I know you — you just want to lick my hairy legs and spank me every time I…

So what?! Would you rather get spanked by your dad?!

No way…

You see? And you’ll even end up with good grades.

Okay…

We’ll start straight away. My parents are away for a few days. You can give yours a ring to let them know where you are. But from now on your legs are mine. Say it to me!

Last night I had it all to myself. Damn, it was good. There’s something so empowering about fucking a straight man, inseminating him, breeding him to mark him as mine, spanking him to show who’s in charge, and watching him go from shock and resistance to grudgingly compliant submission.

There’s nothing for it: I think I’m going to have him again tonight.

So your Parents keep you in shorts all the time?

Tom, don't ask. You should know it being here.

Alex, don't be rude. Your Parents are gone, but I have received your Father's tawse for use.

Yeah, my bare thighs are begging for this for sure!

You’re not entirely wrong about that. Now get over here, Alex!

Later…

Thanks Tom.

For what?

For spanking me… I mean… for using your hand to spank me. I was worried that you’d want to try out the tawse.

I get more of a feeling for the intensity when I have my hands on your bare buttocks, Alex. The tawse is just a last resort in case you’re not compliant.

But I did as I was told, right?

You did. You’re a good boy. And without anything in my hands I have the freedom to enjoy your bare legs.

Yeah… I think I noticed that, Tom.

Alex… how do you feel about spending a whole weekend with me at my place? Maybe this coming weekend?

I’d like that, Tom. You probably want me in those shorts, right.

Quand les parents s’égarent, les enfants s’y perdent.

– Mes parents me font trop marrer ! Ils m’ont menacé de me mettre une cage de chasteté l’année prochaine si je continuais à être dissipé en cours ! Je vois pas le rapport !

My parents make me laugh. They’ve threatened to lock me in a chastity cage next year if I don’t start paying attention in class. What does me being distracted have to do with locking my junk up?

I’d told him to reveal his underwear at least three times during the match. He must have stuffed a folded sock or something into his underwear to mask the outline of his chastity cage.

I put two loads up you and made you thank me for them each time.

The third load went down you. And you fulfilled my request, albeit clumsily, to say that I’d now irrevocably marked you as mine — with the load still visibly in your mouth — before complying with my next order to keep looking me in the eye when you swallowed it.

And you know that it’s going to happen again and again. You’re mine now, straight boy.

It’s Friday afternoon now, and although he doesn’t know it yet, this lad won’t be going home until Sunday evening; the photo conveys the inevitability of an extensive session that will prove to be deep, thorough and utterly unapologetic in its thrust.

Don’t recognise them… there are two of them, and they’ve got a book and leaflets with them.

Mormons?

Probably not. Mormons are usually two smartly-dressed young men in their late teens…

…fresh-faced, athletic and eager to please. I got the last two young men who were here to…

It’s a man and a woman.

Appropriation