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Scott was a skinny kid at fourteen, not a tall or developed as most of his classmates. His pale skin, red lips, coal eyes and thick black hair might be attractive some day, but for today these were joined by long, bony limbs, bags under the eyes, and a tendency to blink when he was nervous, which was most of the time, even when he laughed.
When the opportunity arose later, I asked him why, but he wasn't able to give me much of an answer. Sure, his parents were strict, and his slower development made him self-conscious, but neither factor satisfyingly explained it. Just a quirk of personality, I guess.
His eagerness to be accepted by his peers stood out that one morning in home room when he proudly but nervously announced to his table that he had pit hair now. He seemed desperate to join a kind of new fraternity, or at least not to be left out of one.
The scene impressed me so much that I recreated it, though I can't recall the other boys' responses in real life. Not important. Likewise the computers and other classroom trappings as well as most of the others students were extraneous. Teachers, gone. My scene was simple: Scott and four boys around him.
Jason had a skeptical look about him, as if he didn't trust that you knew what you were doing and he knew better. He was friendly enough, with a sarcastic wit but not cruel. Part of the impression of joviality may have been his build. He wasn't too fat, but there was a definite roundness to his pale freckled face and bowl-cut black hair. Unlike Scott he was definitely past puberty, more of a confident, fun-loving teen than an awkward pubescent.
Danny was every bit as awkward as Scott, though less nervous about it. He, too, was thin, and his limbs were long and spindly, his joints bony. He had a dim kind of air about him, as if he was slightly puzzled by everything. Not to say he was unintelligent, just a bit detached. He was also childishly eager to please, possibly because he had trouble making friends with his peers. He lisped just a bit and spoke a little too loudly. His appearance was a jumble, too. Incongruously, his thin frame had stretched, putting him among the tallest in his grade but not the most substantial. His black hair was kept short and seemed lighter than the others' in comparison with his olive skin. One other advanced attribute to add to the mix: nature had seen fit to gift him with an unusually large package, filling out the front of his loose jeans noticeable.
Mark was tall, confident, and always ready with a goofy smile or joke. Tallest of the boys, he was also broad at the shoulder and well on his way to putting on his adult muscle. His olive skin and enlarged facial features suggested some well-mixed African ancestry. He was a young man full of himself, but not obnoxiously so--at least not all the time. He was friendly, talking at incredible speed, and also full of energy, prone to running off and around and giving smaller boys piggy-back rides until an adult yelled. Nothing seemed to bother him.
Eric was a good deal rounder than any of his friends, though he and Jason could almost be twins in size and shape if not for the coloration. Sandy brown hair overlaid smallish eyes and chubby cheeks that gave the boy an unfortunately porcine look. Not that he was ugly, but squinting brought out these features. I saw him happy, and scared, but his moods were fleeting and his disposition seemed generally sunny. Joking around was his norm.
These were the boys seated at the table with Scott when he made his pronouncement, and they were the ones I included in my reenactment. But right after Scott spoke, my version veered from reality.
"Let's test that, shall we, boys?" I said. "Let's get him up on the table here."
Mark lifted Scott off the floor before he knew what was happening.
"Good, Mark, now roll him onto his back. Danny, Jason, take his arms and hold them down. Mark and Eric can each take a leg."
"What?" Scott asked in a daze as the other boys moved to their assigned positions. "What's going on? Why are you doing this?"
"Just keeping you honest," I answered. "Hold him steady," I reminded the boys as Scott started to struggle. "You made a claim. We're going to see if it's true."
"But you can't--"
"Shush. Of course we can. We are, aren't we?" I tried to keep my tone light and reassuring. "Now just lie still and let's see what we're dealing with."
At the bottom of the table I joined Mark and Eric. I'd deliberately posted the stronger teens at his legs. "Let's start at the other end," I said, unlacing Scott's shoes and pulling them off. Then I slipped off his socks. His feet were pale and slightly damp with sweat. "Hm, hairless here," I observed, running my fingers over the tops of his feet. Then I switched to the soles, too lightly. Scott jumped. "Hold him!" I said. "Now, Scott, this is going to happen whether you want it to or not. We can't have you bringing these things up and not standing by your word." As I lectured I kept stroking his arches, watching as he struggled to get loose and struggled to keep from crying out or laughing. Each twitch of my fingers brought a new response.
"Hmm, ticklish, I see. But that's really not what we're trying to find out. We can always come back to this later."
Scott was catching his breath in relief when I continued. "Moving on..." I walked around the table to Scott's midsection. "Let's look for other signs we can use to judge Scott's claim." I reached for his belt buckle, but he jerked away, freeing his hand from Danny's grasp. I grabbed his chest and pressed his back against the table, telling Danny to grab hold again.
"That's not very cooperative," I scolded. "Eric, Mark, why don't you two remind Scott that it's better to be easy about this? Each of you, you're holding a foot. Why not tickle it?"
Mark wasted no time, quickly using one hand to torment Scott's sole while his other kept the boy's ankle secure. Eric glanced at his friends for a moment, then quickly joined in. Scott was soon a gasping, quivering mess, shrieking with laughter. "No, no, don't!" he would cry, over and over again. I had the boys continue their work for a good five minutes, by which point I felt the fight had probably gone out of Scott. He had tears streaming down his cheeks, and his breath came in ragged gasps. He coughed raspingly. "OK, that's enough," I said. "Let him catch his breath." The two at his feet looked disappointed. "I'm sure Scott is on board with us now, but if he changes his mind, you two can always start up again."
Scott was so busy catching his breath I'm not sure he heard me. But in any case, he offered no resistance while I undid his belt, unbuttoned his jeans, zipped down the fly, and started to slide the fabric off his body. "His thighs and calves are hairless," I narrated. "Usually that fills in after the axillary or armpit hair, so that doesn't rule it out yet," I explained. I ran my hands up and down his legs, feeling the tiny, clear hairs that grew there. They did get a bit coarser up on his inner thighs, near the basket of his briefs. I pointed this out to the boys and Scott tried not to struggle at the intimate touch. "It looks like he may well have pubic hair, so axillary hair cannot be ruled out. Let's see." I took the waistband of his briefs and pulled them down, not all the way off, but far enough that the patch of skin between his waist and the root of his cock was exposed. A thin patch of coarse black hair covered his pubis. "See? This looks promising."
I twisted my fingers through his pubes gently as I spoke, but Scott seemed too shame-faced to respond. "Let's press on," I said. I slipped his t-shirt up his belly, above his navel but just below his rib cage. "No sign of hair here either," I said, again letting my hands run over the smooth skin. "A lot of guys develop a line of hair from their pubes up to their navel--some people call it a 'treasure trail'--but there's no sign of that on Scott yet. Of course, he might grow up to be so hairy you'd never find the trail through the forest."
Scott, at least, seemed unamused. His face glowed a brighter red. "All right, let's get a look at his chest." I slid the shirt higher, unsurprised to find that hairless as well. Now the shirt rested a couple inches above his nipples, but the boy's armpits were still concealed. "While we're here, let me show you something," I said. "Jason, bring your right hand over here and poke at Scott's nipple a bit. Nothing too hard now, just to get him stimulated. " He prodded the dark nub a few times. "You have to keep at it," I said. "Danny, you try the other one."
Danny's first attempt was a savage pinch and twist. "Yikes! Easy, there," I said. "Not so hard. You only want it to hurt a little bit, if at all." Scott had cried out softly but was otherwise crying silently. "See? Jason has the hang of it. See how Scott's nipple has hardened? They'll do that when stimulated. Or when cold."
I let the boys keep squeezing Scott's nips for a few more minutes. "OK, that's enough preliminaries," I said. "We're almost at the big reveal. What do you think we'll find?"
"I think he's telling the truth," Jason said. "It's not like him to make something like this up. And he has pubes. I got my pubes and pit hair at around the same time."
"Yeah, I did too," sad Mark. "But I don't think he's that far along."
"Why do you say that?"
"Well, look at him. He's short and skinny, hasn't built up his muscles yet. And there's no hair at all on his legs or chest."
"Or his belly, which tends to come in first," I added. "OK. Danny, Eric, do you two care to offer a guess?"
"I'm with Jason," Eric said. "I think he's got it." Danny just shrugged.
"OK," I said. "Hold him down. Here we go."
I pulled the t-shirt up so that it covered Scott's face but showed his arm pits to the group.
"Yup, there it is," I said, poking at the thin wisps with my forefinger. "Not a lot yet, but Scott told us it was new." Apparently he didn't like my touch at all those nerve endings. "Quit squirming, boy, I'm taking your side here." He stopped pulling away from my touch, but I could hear him whimpering through the t-shirt. After a few moments' more torment I stopped, then pulled the t-shirt up further so we could see Scott's face. I motioned for Danny and Jason to pull the garment off the rest of the way. We now had Scott spread out on his back, his limbs to the four corners of the table, clad only in briefs that were pulled down to show off his pubes.
"Well, Scott, since you told the truth about this, you deserve a reward," I told him. "And since we have you here like this, we might as well make sure everything works. It would be a shame to let this go to waste." With that, I pulled his briefs down around his knees, exposing his boyish cock and nuts. I rolled his balls around in my fingers for a bit while Eric pulled his underwear all the way off and threw the briefs on the floor.
"Have any of you ever sucked cock?" I asked.
"Sure, I have," Mark said with a smile.
"Go for it," I said, taking my hand away. He moved to Scott's groin and took the boy's soft cock between his lips.
"Careful, now," I warned. "If you make him come before I tell you it's OK, we'll spend the evening taking turns smacking your nuts with a ruler."
Mark winced around his mouthful.
"Is that supposed to discourage him?" Eric wisecracked. That earned him a glare, which again lost its impact as Mark's mouth was full of cock.
"Well, let's make his job a little easier," I said. "We'll see if we can distract Scott a bit. Danny, I'll take his arms. You come around to his shoulders here and be ready to tickle his pits. Eric, Jason, you two start up on his feet again."
I was whispering by that point. Scott's attention seemed all on the hot, wet sensations coming from his cock. He was in for a shock.
I grinned at the boys. "Go!"
Mark did his work quite skillfully, his mouth working Scott's young cock with evidence of much practice. But Danny's work on Scott's armpits and Eric and Jason's work on his feet kept him distracted. No matter how good the blowjob felt, the tickling kept him from getting off. Orgasm remained tantalizingly out of reach.
It took half an hour of screaming, wriggling, begging, gasping, pleading, and crying before Scott's tender balls finally gave up their load.
"That's enough, boys," I told the ticklers. "Now hold him stead. You, too, Mark--hold down his hips. He's going to want to buck."
"Please, no more," Scott croaked. "I can't take any more."
"Not much longer now," I told him. "One last event and we'll call it a night."
I gripped his softening cock in one hand and spat in the other palm.
After every sensation he'd been through in this ordeal, just this was enough for Scott to break character.
"No, master, please, anything but that!"
"Hush!" I scolded. "You wanted us to see how you were growing into a man. Let's see if you can show a man's stoicism at a little sensation."
His eyes were wide as I took my slick palm to the head of his cock. The other boys wore knowing grins. I held their eyes in turn, reminding them silently that they'd have to hold tight.
Scott screamed as my rough palm made its first circuit over his sensitive glans.
After a full five minutes of that, Scott was crying in earnest.
"All right, that's enough," I said. The other boys let go of their holds. Scott himself made no move to get up.
I kissed him gently on the forehead. "Good job. You were very brave, and you got through it. I'm proud of you."
With that, I called Mark to my side and deactivated the other robots.
"Come on," I said to him. "You can clean up here after you help me out in the shower."
"Of course, master."
You haven't lived until you've showered with a robot--but that's another story.