Strip Jack Naked

STRIP JACK NAKED

‘Jack and Jill went up the hill to fetch a pail if water.

Jack fell down, broke his crown, and Jill came tumbling after.’

- ancient nursery rhyme

(A small, remote town in the American Midwest, today)

Jack, the only son of very respectable and prosperous parents, had just turned 16 years of age and was the envy of most other boys in town, because he was the male teenager who was clearly most lusted after by the girls.

The always impeccably groomed and fashionably dressed Jack had straight, silky blonde hair, neatly trimmed in the latest style, sparkling blue eyes and the smooth, slim body of a modern Adonis. The 16 year-old was strong, without being overly muscular to the extremity of unsightliness, and was also a star American Football quarterback at the local High School, which only added to his allures as far as the local girls were concerned.

Girls considered Jack a trophy boyfriend, someone to whom many were happy to lose their virginity, despite clear evidence of his promiscuity and faithlessness. Consequently, the 16 year-old enjoyed his wicked way with a number of the similarly aged females in town before dropping them unceremoniously in favour of the next feminine form to attract his fancy. The teenager’s physical charms were therefore unfortunately not matched by similar character blessings.

Jack was frequently in the company of a gang of similarly aged male teenage sycophants, most of who were eager to gain somehow from their hero’s regular success with girls. However, the 16 year-old was not popular with most of the other boys in town, and not just because of jealousy.

Success with girls and at sport had gone to Jack’s head, and he permanently disported himself as if he were truly God’s gift to women and to the playing field, regularly belittling his less accomplished peers in the process. Nevertheless, there was still no shortage of teenage females wanting to date the 16 year-old, the latest of who was the still virginal Jill.

Jill was a beautiful, similarly aged brunette and Jack made use of a weekend vacation to Las Vegas, undertaken by his parents, to invite his new girlfriend round to his house, which was located in large grounds, in a rather lonely location on the edge of town. The boy was fully intent on depriving the girl of her virginity. However, the evening did not commence well, as far as such libidinous male aspirations were concerned.

Jack and Jill initially listened to some new music CDs and drank some cold beer from the parental stock in the refrigerator. The teenage male host was intent on loosening his young female guest’s inhibitions with alcohol before trying to satisfy his lecherous urges. However, after subsequent, rather innocent kissing and clothed petting on a couch, the girl began to exhibit signs of unwillingness to proceed any further.

Accordingly, Jack opened his parent’s spirits cabinet and began to ply Jill with large glasses of vodka and tonic, comprising much more of the former content than the latter, before resuming his passionate embraces with the girl. However, his feminine guest, despite her obvious, increasing inebriation, still continued to resist anything more than kisses and petting, showing particular disappointing reluctance to remove any of her clothes.

Jack now frustratingly began to wonder whether he had made a mistake in selecting Jill as his latest supposed conquest. He was not interested in girls who wanted to play hard-to-get, as he did not have the patience for courtship ritual. His rather long, slender cock was accustomed to more readily proffered pleasures.

As the pair continued to kiss and pet rather innocently, Jack considered throwing Jill out of his house and going to his little black book instead, where he not only kept the telephone numbers of previous conquests but also afforded them marks. The 16 year-old awarded points out of ten in five categories, namely physical attractiveness, ready availability, social liveliness and sexual ability, including an additional score for competence at fellatio.

Jack, however, now noticed the time on a nearby wall-clock, the lateness of which suggested that his choice of fresh paramour might be extremely limited, as well as his parent’s card table, used for regular bridge sessions with friends. An idea, as to how to encourage Jill to disrobe, then entered the 16 year-old’s bright but wickedly lascivious mind.

Under the pretext of re-filling their emptied glasses from the parental drinks’ cabinet, Jack temporarily separated himself from Jill’s embrace. He subsequently returned not only with copiously refilled glass tumblers but also a pack of cards, which he presented to the girl, whilst asking "Fancy a game?"

The virginal Jill had quite enjoyed the recent snogging session. However, as she was feeling a little light-headed because of her recent alcohol consumption, she was also now ready for a break and alternative amusement.

Jill was rather shy and conservative as far as sex was concerned, and also had a plan to retain the boy’s affections for longer than any other girl, and therefore determined to leave Jack’s house not having conceded too much to him. She sadly also misjudged the boy, believing that such an approach might encourage him to woo her in the more customary, lengthy manner, thereby making their relationship last for much more time than that of the others the young male had previously enjoyed.

Jill naively considered that Jack’s earlier flings had been short because the girlfriends involved had been seduced too easily, thereby clearly showing that they were unworthy of him. She mistakenly felt that playing hard-to-get might attract the boy into a more traditional, long-lasting relationship, which would be the envy of all the other female teenagers in town.

"What....card game....do you....want to play?" asked Jill, amidst a few hiccups, which were symbolic of her recent alcohol intake. "Strip Jack Naked!" her new boyfriend answered, whilst displaying a broad grin.

"How....do you....play that?" Jill next enquired, apparently oblivious to the implications behind the name of the game. Jack proceeded to tell and show her, whilst inviting the girl to sit next to him on the lush, carpeted floor.

"I split the deck between us, like this," the boy smilingly advised, whilst giving each other half of the pack, "and then we simply, in turn, place the uppermost of our cards in the middle. We carry on doing this until one of us reveals a picture card. The opponent then has to draw another royal from his or her deck within one, two or three attempts, depending on whether the original was respectively a Jack, Queen or King. If they succeed, the onus is now on the other to do the same. Whoever fails, forfeits all of the exposed cards, plus something else. If the whole hand is eventually lost, the cards are re-dealt and the game continues until other things are also completely lost!"

"What....are this....‘something else’....and ‘other things’?" Jill now rather innocently queried, amidst more hiccups, apparently still paying little attention to the name of the proposed card game. "Items of clothing, of course," Jack replied, "as the eventual loser is whoever ends up completely naked!"

Jill’s beautiful face immediately blushed, at not only her stupidity at failing to realise the ultimate aim of the game from its name but also what that objective represented. She also began to splutter somewhat incoherently, as she now attempted to clear her alcohol-befuddled mind in order to try to reject Jack’s suggestion with appropriate diplomacy. However, the young male sexual predator was ready for such a negative reaction.

Before Jill could splutter anything other than "No, I mean....it’s a bit....premature....", Jack retorted "You’re not going to go all shy on me, are you? The game’s only for fun. I promise there’s no more sinister intention. However, if you don’t want to play, I think that we should call it a day and I’ll phone you a cab to take you home."

Although Jack had not specifically said so, Jill, despite the alcohol, instinctively appreciated that ‘call it a day’ referred not only to the evening’s activities but also their new relationship. She immediately worried about not only losing her embryonic association with the boy but also the undoubted derision she would receive from her peers for doing so after only one, truncated date.

With much reluctance, Jill therefore told a very happy Jack "OK, I’ll play!" The pair then soon held 26 cards apiece in their hands.

For once, Jack was polite and allowed Jill the feminine prerogative of going first. The revelation of a five of clubs on the carpeted floor before them was the result.

Jack produced the seven of diamonds and Jill the ten of hearts before the first picture, the Queen of spades, was placed on the growing pile by the boy. The girl then revealed the two of spades before happily following this up with the King of clubs. Three numbered cards later and her opponent was shedding his first item of clothing, namely his left sports shoe.

Jack would undoubtedly have fiddled the deck if he had realised that he would have to indulge in the card game to encourage Jill to shed at least some of her clothing, hopefully as a prelude to other, even more pleasurable activity. However, he had enjoyed no such foresight and, consequently, now experienced a little run of poor fortune, with his other shoe and both socks discarded before his beautiful brunette opponent lost her own first item of footwear.

Jack then lost the next hand as well, and so had reluctantly to remove his t-shirt, which would leave him dressed only in his tight, blue, designer jeans and underlying skimpy red briefs. Meanwhile, especially after her run of success, which promised soon to have her new beautiful boyfriend completely naked with little loss to her own cover, Jill was becoming not only more accustomed to the idea of the card game but also increasingly excited with the pastime.

Jill’s new-found enthusiasm was exemplified by shouts of "Off, off", as her young male guest slowly pulled his t-shirt up his smooth, well-proportioned chest and over his head, before throwing the garment on top of his abandoned footwear. Jack now sat opposite the girl, attired in his tight, blue jeans and now sporting a slight, reddish hue of embarrassment on his handsome face.

Jack began to wonder whether his run of back luck would indeed render him nude before Jill had shed any more than one shoe. However, fortunately for the boy, fortune turned and the girl suddenly began to lose items of clothing in rapid succession. Her footwear was followed by her blouse, which left only a sparse black bra covering her ample bosom.

Jack’s cock was now hard and throbbing, within the tight confines of his jeans, as Jill exposed her fulsome chest, and immensely attractive deep cleavage. In fact, the boy almost came in his trousers when he noticed that the rosy red tops of the girl’s nipples were not covered by her skimpy bra.

Jack’s prayers were now again answered when he won the next card hand too, thereby being rewarded by observing the shedding of Jill’s own tight, blue jeans. His hidden cock shuddered when he watched the denim being slowly dragged down the girl’s hips, over her thighs and down her lithe legs, until she finally stepped out of them to place the garb on her own growing pile of discarded clothing.

The now, once more, broadly grinning Jack almost ejaculated into his jeans again at the sight of Jill’s minuscule black panties, which represented the last cover and defence of her virginal vaginal jewels. However, the smile was soon wiped from his pretty face when luck turned again.

Instead of Jill being compelled to remove her bra and panties to reveal her beautiful naked form to her opponent, Jack was at first faced with the shedding of his own jeans to renewed, enthusiastic chants of "Off, Off!" The boy’s face also exhibited an even deeper, embarrassed red hue than earlier, as his sparse and tight red briefs were exposed, providing the girl with full, clear appreciation of the shape, size and current excitement of the male organs within, as well as his slender masculine legs underneath.

Jill now placed the three of clubs on the carpet. This card was followed by two more numbered cards apiece from the sparely clad opponents until the boy revealed an eponymous Jack, this one of hearts.

To Jack, the suit appeared most appropriate because, if the girl also did not now parade a picture card, she would make his heart delighted by then having to parade her bare breasts in front of him. However, unfortunately for the boy’s acute desires, the girl conjured up a Queen of spades, with the gender and suit seemingly indicating doom for her young male opponent.

Jack’s worst fears then materialised, as neither of his next two cards was of the picture type. Therefore, as the boy stood to remove his last cover, he had to endure more, loud, excited and now ecstatic feminine screams of "Off, off!"

Jack had previously tried his best to prevent his skimpy, tight red briefs from ballooning outwards, as a result of his unruly penis’ permanent hardness, primarily by encouraging his cock to adopt a vertically downwards rather than horizontal pose. However, the 16 year-old teenager now reluctantly abandoned his efforts, as the full, uncovered extent of the arousal of his handsome young male genitalia was imminently to be unveiled to Jill’s entranced eyes.

Jack hesitated at first, as his fingers encroached into either side of his briefs, whereas Jill maintained her teasing and rapturous shouts of "Off, off!" The boy had, of course, been naked with girls before but the current circumstances now seemed rather different and somewhat humiliating. However, he eventually plucked up the necessary courage and pulled downwards on his last, sparse garment.

Jack was rewarded for his bravery by a loud gasp from the ecstatic Jill, as the boy’s long, slender erection finally and literally popped into view, despite apparent earlier resistance to losing its final cover afforded by the briefs. The girl then quietly looked on entranced, as the skimpy garment rode down and off the boy’s legs, and he stood before her, hands at his sides.

"It seems you win," the abashed Jack somehow managed to say, whilst his face blushed intently and his rampant cock began to rise further upwards at continued sight of Jill, who was still skimpily attired in black bra and panties. The girl did not immediately reply, as her entranced mind was taking in, for the first time, the delightful vision of nicely proportioned, excited, young male genitalia.

Jill noted that Jack’s sexual organs were large without being obscenely so, and possessed a hairless scrotum comprising two delightfully low-hanging twin ball sacs. In fact, the only sign of hair around the boy’s genitalia was his relatively indistinct crowning, blonde pubes.

As Jill now pondered Jack’s rampant naked form in apparent silent wonder, the subject of her pleasurable attention began to consider how, in the circumstances of his sad defeat, he could still tempt the girl to join him in nudity and more. The idea came quickly, just as his desperate cock now eagerly wanted to so, albeit in an entirely different context.

"I’ll get dressed again," Jack suddenly announced and, to his delight, Jill immediately fell into his trap. "Oh," she asked with another hiccup, "do....you have to?"

"Well," Jack responded, "the alternative is to carry on playing the game." "What do you....mean?" Jill enquired.

"Well," Jack replied, "I think that it’s only fair if I get a chance of seeing you naked, if only for a brief moment. How about us continuing playing until you give me that opportunity and, meanwhile, for each further forfeit I incur, I’ll remain nude for another five minutes!"

Jill momentarily pondered Jack’s suggestion before, undoubtedly still unwisely befuddled by alcohol, as well as excitement and a wish to retain the boy naked for at least a little while longer, eventually agreeing. However, she had not been so disorientated that she had not used her position of clear strength to negotiate further forfeits of fifteen minutes apiece and not just five from the boy.

Jill was helped in her eventual acquiescence by joining Jack in several more gulps of vodka and tonic and accepting that no real harm could come from letting her new boyfriend peek at her naked form, as long as no sex followed. Consequently, more cards were soon dealt, with the young male opponent soon being compelled to accept another hour of nudity, as his luck continued to desert him for a while longer.

Fortune then turned once again. Jack was rewarded for his patient endeavour, and continued undressed humiliation, by the removal of Jill’s bra, which she managed unintentionally to perform in a most seductive manner before revealing her young, yet firm and substantial, bare breasts to her suddenly quietly drooling boyfriend.

Shortly afterwards, after the addition of another half hour to Jack’s nudity and several more gulps of barely diluted spirit to excited young stomachs, Jill’s sparse black panties were being slowly shimmied down her lithe legs, exposing her pert, curvaceous bottom and virginal vaginal jewels. The latter were guarded by a little tuft of neatly trimmed hair that revealed her true brunette status.

Jill then stood momentarily naked before the very delighted and impressed Jack, whose vertical, throbbing cock had long since been expelling copious precum. She then performed a seductive, if rather unsteady, slow spin before her enchanted new boyfriend, so that he could gain an appreciation of her immaculate body from all angles, before beginning to redress.

It was now Jack’s turn to ask, in relation to redressing, "Do you have to?" "Yes," Jill answered with a sweet, broad, mischievous grin, "but, by my calculations, you can’t cover yourself for another 1½ hours!"

Unfortunately, Jack, himself now rather the worse for alcohol, did not share Jill’s amusement at the situation. The desperate needs of the rampant cock of the regularly selfish boy had still not been satisfied, and he now deeply disliked the, to him, haughty, disrespectful air currently adopted by his new girlfriend, as well as her intent to cover herself.

Before the unsteady and still-naked Jill knew what was happening, Jack was on his feet and embracing her once more. The boy’s strong arms engulfed the girl and he started to kiss her, rapidly moving his eager lips backwards and forwards between her beautiful face and equally impressive breasts.

Once Jill began to realise what was occurring, she began to resist, albeit gently at first. "Please stop it, Jack," she initially requested politely, whilst delicately trying to extricate herself from the boy’s strong arms. However, her paramour was now too overtaken by irresistible passion to take any notice.

Jill’s face and breasts soon became damp with Jack’s spittle, as he continued relentlessly to kiss them, despite her now desperate struggles and frequent loud pleas of "Please no!" The girl’s bosom was also regularly and roughly manhandled, as she continued to resist energetically.

Jill’s struggles subsequently began to become even more frantic, when she felt one of Jack’s hands start to explore the area round her vagina. After this manual intrusion then gave way to the clear feel of a large, damp erection poking against her own pubes, she screamed and hit the perpetrator.

Jack, now too far gone to resist his drunken urges, responded by slapping Jill viciously across her beautiful face, effectively ending her resistance and causing a bruise to begin to form. The boy then dragged the girl to the floor and proceeded to deprive her of her virginity.

Afterwards, a satiated Jack found himself looking dispassionately down at Jill, now sobbing quietly in a sorrowful heap on the carpeted floor. He picked up and drained his glass of vodka and tonic before re-filling his goblet with straight spirit. He then glanced again at the girl and suggested, in a slurred voice, "You enjoyed that slut, I know you did. When you’re ready for more, I’ll be waiting in my bed!"

Jack then staggered off towards the stairs and his bedroom, leaving Jill still sobbing on the floor. The boy did not usually snore but such noises soon resonated downstairs to the appalled girl’s now suddenly sober ears.

When the still-naked Jack later awoke from his drunken slumber, he found that the similarly nude and now tearless Jill was hovering by his bedside. The boy also discovered that she must have shredded his discarded t-shirt, as he was now immovably bound, face-up and spreadeagled, by pieces of the garment to his four metal bedposts.

Jack was initially excited rather than concerned about his predicament because Jill exhibited a most interesting, seductively smiling expression on her bruised but still beautiful face. Consequently, the 16 year-old’s cock rapidly resumed rigidity.

Jack’s initial impression about goings-on was apparently confirmed when Jill, rosy bare nipples now literally outstanding as a result of her seeming sexual excitement, declared, in a low considered seductive, voice, "Well, big boy, it seems that you like to play your games roughly. Let’s therefore see whether you like this particular pastime!"

Jack’s hard penis, which displayed a little residual cum at the cockhead from its earlier venture inside Jill, began to throb as intently as ever when the beautiful naked girl then joined him on his bed, sitting between his firmly bound, splayed legs. She then grabbed hold and began gently to masturbate the very willing member.

"God," Jack declared, as Jill remorselessly brought him towards climax, "that’s good!" "You mean you’ll give me good marks in your little black book in response?" Jill then asked, apparently nonchalantly and with a maintained sweet smile.

Jack now noticed that the bedside drawer, in which he kept the mentioned book, had been opened. The boy was, of course, not to know that Jill had actually been looking for something else when she came across the written record. However, what this something else happened to be now became apparent when the girl ceased her manual ministrations to the rampant, precum dribbling erection.

Jill instead began to tie the base of Jack’s substantial, twin ball sacs tightly with string, earning a protestation from the boy, who asked "What are you doing?" "I thought that you liked playing rough," the girl replied in a soothing voice, "so why not just lie back and enjoy what I’m going to do!"

Jack complied, closing his eyes in doing so, as he had never minded a little, gentle S&M foreplay, before eventually succumbing to a screech when he felt his rampant cock being hit with venom. He glanced down his groin, from his bound, prone perspective on his bed.

Jack saw the beautiful naked Jill still kneeling between his splayed legs, but now holding a small 6-inch ruler in her hand, presumably collected from a small group of objects on the bed next to her, the composition of which he could not quite ascertain. "Ouch!" the boy squealed again, as the girl once more beat his fulsome erection hard with her little plastic implement.

"What are you doing?" Jack again asked. "I’m playing rough with you," Jill answered, "like you played with me. Don’t you like a bit of S&M?"

"I don’t mind the bondage," Jack replied, "whilst you wank or fuck me, but I don’t think that I’ll like anything else, as I’m not into pain." "That’s a shame," Jill responded, "because also I’ve readied these for you." The girl then showed the boy a pair of tweezers, a few paper clamps of two sizes, a cigarette lighter and a small, sharp knife.

"What are they for?" asked an increasingly worried Jack. "Well," Jill answered, "The tweezers will allow me to pluck all of your pubic hair away. The clamps will later, I’m sure, prove very decorative when attached to your cock and balls, which the lighter will undoubtedly also keep quite warm, if not roasted, until I’m ready to extract your hot testicles with the knife!"

Holding Jack’s cockhead in order to keep the boy’s hard penis upright, Jill then resumed her vicious beating of her young, genital torture victim’s throbbing member. The latter, perhaps peculiarly in the circumstances, refused to return to flaccidity during the subsequent lengthy penile punishment.

Meanwhile, the location of Jack’s house, in large grounds in a rather lonely location on the edge of town, now aided Jill’s revenge, as no one would hear the many loud screams of her young victim during the long nocturnal hours ahead. Such yells reached an early peak when the girl began to strike downwards onto the boy’s incongruously still-engorged cockhead, before turning her attention to the well-defined oval contents of the vulnerable scrotum below.

Jack’s screams, and associated pleas for mercy, actually now became rather muted because of sudden breathlessness, as Jill beat the boy’s balls harshly with her plastic ruler. His excruciation was not helped by the fact that his effective bonds efficiently restrained him from what his body instinctively wanted to do, namely curl up, whilst hands grabbed agonised genitalia.

Jack’s yells and entreaties eventually returned to former loud levels when Jill began to pluck his pubic hair, strand by strand. However, the longevity of this particular torture was thankfully shortened by the fact that the boy’s little blonde hirsute patch was rather small for a 16 year-old teenager.

After over an hour of plucking, Jill finally rubbed her hands over smooth skin, previously occupied by Jack’s fair hair. In celebration, she then began to decorate the boy’s miraculously still erect and throbbing cock with the smallest of her clamps, collected earlier from a downstairs writing bureau.

Jack’s face again contorted in pain, as the small but very harsh clamps gradually pinched his penile flesh, from engorged, uncut cockhead to base. Jill eventually sat back to admire her work, viewing the implement that had raped and impregnated her in its now decorated form.

Jack’s cock had been painfully fitted, from top to bottom and on all sides, with metal clamps. Jill then wondered at the capacity of the boy’s unsupported cock to remain resolutely upright, despite the weight and excruciation of the tiny attachments.

Jill then brought two much bigger clamps to the attention of Jack’s tearful and rightfully fearful blue eyes. "These are for your balls!" she then advised.

Jack’s continued begging for his torment to cease suddenly stopped when breathlessness again overcame his beautiful young body. Jill had opened the jaws of the first clamp, positioned them over one of the boy’s testicles and then ruthlessly released them. Metal plates then crashed against and agonising engulfed the vulnerable testis.

Jill then allowed Jack’s shuddering body to recover before threatening the boy’s other ball with the same torture. "Please no!" her young victim again pleaded but, as previously, fruitlessly. Sudden, agonised breathlessness instead once more overcame his lungs.

The still naked Jill again sat back to admire her handiwork, and was amused at the sight of Jack’s genitals engulfed by the array of paper clamps, whilst maintaining a display of remarkable penile excitement. She could not resist giving the boy’s metal-encased cock a little smack to make it sway intriguingly before resuming its determined upright stance.

Jill then swiftly removed all of the clamps, creating almost as much pain in Jack’s genitals as she had induced when fitting the attachments, and picked up the cigarette lighter. The girl then held the boy’s cockhead with the fingers of her unoccupied hand and readied herself to heat the hard, ivory-like penile surface underneath, currently marked with a few red stripes where the clamps had recently been fixed.

"Please no!" Jack again uselessly pleaded before experiencing an intensity of genital pain not previously attained during the earlier part of Jill’s revenge. The girl had lit her implement and was running the flame all over the full length and breadth of the boy’s rigid cock, whilst taking great care to inflict maximum pain without causing the flesh to burn.

Jack’s tortured penis remained remarkably rampant throughout the anguishing process, which changed the ivory-like hue of most of his hot penis into a uniform redness. Jill then introduced the flame to the boy’s hairless scrotum.

Jack’s screams now reached a veritable crescendo, as his testicles were slowly roasted. Meanwhile, Jill sarcastically commented "I wonder whether your balls would be better cooked in butter? Perhaps, I’ll try that once I’ve extracted them with my knife!"

Jill spent a long time turning Jack’s genitalia into an agonised, uniformly heated and reddened display before finally dousing her flame, as she appeared to be thoroughly enjoying this particular torment. However, the girl eventually returned the lighter to the bed and picked up her knife.

"That was the hors d’oeuvre," Jill declared, "and now for the main course!" She then introduced her knife to Jack’s hot, red scrotal flesh, just below his still amazingly hard, throbbing cock, at the junction of his twin ball sacs.

"Please no!" Jack once more begged. This time Jill initially answered the boy’s entreaty with words rather than painful action.

"I don’t recall you," Jill coldly commented, "paying any heed to my pleas earlier, before you raped me. I therefore don’t feel obliged to take any notice of yours now. Instead, I feel obliged to make sure that you don’t rape another girl in future!"

Without further ceremony, Jill then rather crudely sliced open Jack’s scrotum, the line of the cut bisecting the boy’s twin ball sacs. The girl then, rather inexpertly, sought out the interior contents, whilst the boy screamed incoherently and writhed in both physical and mental agony beneath her.

Jill’s now bloody hand eventually found Jack’s slightly larger left testicle, which she exposed. The girl then introduced her little blade to the associated spermatic cord.

"Please no!" Jack again yelled but the continued fruitlessness of his desperate shout was quickly demonstrated when a delighted and smiling Jill exhibited, before the boy’s appalled blue eyes, a small, off-white orb in her bloodied hand. "Now," the girl then announced, "let’s make you a full eunuch!"

Jack saw his extracted ball come mockingly to rest in his own navel. The boy also soon felt fingers once more excruciatingly exploring his now half-empty scrotum, before his remaining testis was introduced to the outside world. "Say goodbye to your manhood," Jill then suggested to her young victim, as she pressed her blade against another revealed and vulnerable, slim spermatic cord.

"Please no!" Jack once more uselessly screamed. The boy then suddenly and unexpectedly became silent, apart from a few ecstatic moans, as his beautiful, naked body now visibly vibrated.

Simultaneous to his conversion into a full eunuch, Jack's handsome, prone, nude form enjoyed one final orgasm. In doing so, the boy's vertival cock spurted copious white cum onto his belly, chest, neck and face, with much, perhaps with appropriate symbolism, coming to rest in his navel, alongside his left testicle.

The fact that, on this night, Jill had been the first victim, of rape, subsequently encouraged the subsequent cover-up of both that crime and the one involving the revenging genital torture and castration of the young rapist.

After emotions had later settled, the young victims, as well as their appalled families and the medical and police authorities, were happy to keep the incident quiet and let matters rest, as the awful punishment inflicted by Jill appeared to match the original crime perpetrated by Jack. Such consideration by officialdom was also as much to do with maintaining the reputation for peaceful lawfulness of the town as with thoughtfulness for the two poor teenagers involved.

Jack and his family later left town, in mysterious circumstances as far as the bulk of the population were concerned. Equally odd to local teenagers was the boy’s earlier sudden loss of interest in his sycophants, girls and American Football and rumoured new readiness to be the recipient rather than the provider of a good fucking.

Perhaps, many of his previous male rivals conjectured and espoused keenly to all who would listen, Jack had been furtively gay after all.

In the end, without any promotion by Jill, Jack’s residual reputation in his rather too staid and strait-laced hometown, to which the secret eunuch never returned, was not one of star stallion and sportsman but perhaps rightfully, in the circumstances, closet pervert.

THE END

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‘STRIP JACK NAKED’

By Pueros