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SUFFERING AT THE MOVIES
It was a rainy September afternoon and
there really was nothing to do. So I
went to the mall and hung out. Ok, maybe
everyone called me the class jerk but I felt there might be some others there
from my high school class and we could find something to do like shooting pool
or seeing if we could g et into a bar as I was only 2 months short of turning
18. But nobody was there. So I thought
what the hell I might as well go and see a movie and wandered down to the
theatre at the end of the mall to see what was on at around
Actually I liked going to the movies as the theatres were really comfortable and had that stadium type seating so there was a lot of leg room and the difference in height between the rows meant that no one would be blocking your view of the screen.
I settled in and put my drink in the drink holder and sat back to watch the movie. As soon as I did so I felt someone kick the back of my head with their foot and say “hi loser.” I turned around and felt ill in the pit of my stomach at what I saw. There was Jane the girl I dreamed of every night and head of the cheerleader squad with her lovely legs on each side of the chair I was sitting on. They must have just come from cheerleader practice as Jane and the 2 girls she was with, Marcia and Diane, were still wearing their cheerleader uniforms. As usual Jane was the fashion queen even while in uniform as she had white high top canvas converse sneakers that went a foot up her legs instead of the regular converse sneakers the rest of the cheerleaders wore.
I was speechless as I could see Jane’s little bikini panties just above me as Jane had a leg on each side of my chair the row in front of her.
“What the hell are you doing in a chick flick movie Nerd, Diana said to me and then Marcia added “what the hell are you doing sitting in front of us loser as the theater is 80% empty!!!!.
I gasped as I had not notice the girls as I was busy making sure I did not spill my drink and as is always the case when you come into a dark theater you do not know what is going on around you until your eyes adjust. What would these girls be thinking of me?
“Maybe this little nerd shit wants to look up my skirt”, Jane said, “and is sitting here to try and see my panties and pussy”. I thought to myself my god now I am really in trouble as the three girls started to whisper to each other. They stared at me from time to time and as they whispered a girl from time to time would have to suppress a laugh. Finally Jane spoke to me.
“We all feel we should report you to the manager for being a pervert and get you thrown out of the theater, never allowed to return”, Jane said.
I begged her to please not do that and looking around was grateful that no one was sitting anywhere near us to hear what Jane had just said. On the other hand the fact that the girls were sitting in an area near the back with no one else near them did indeed make my actions suspicious and I was digging myself in deeper as I was still turned around in my seat looking at Jane’s thing panties up her skirt.
I begged again and asked her what I could do to let her no that sitting in front of her was an accident. I begged again not for her to scream out. I could not figure out why all the other girls were laughing while this was going on as Jane looked very serious and I felt I was in a very serious situation.
“Well”, Jane finally said, “if we could tie you up some way so I knew you would not trouble me then perhaps I could let it go!”
I thought quickly and replied “yes, you could use my shoelaces to tie my hands to the arms of this chair and leave me that way until just before you leave.”
This caused all the girls to go into peals of laughter which should have warned me as to what was really happening. But I was both scared and horny to be thinking straight and was glad that Jane nodded to indicate she accepted my proposal.
I pulled my shoelaces out of my shoes and with a sheepish grin and handed them over to Jane. As I put my hands on the arms of my seat, Jane leaned over and tied my wrists to the arms of the seat, tying them so tightly just above the wrist that I knew I would never get free by myself.
The girls now started to laugh hysterically, so hard that they could not even talk. Finally Jane cooled down enough to be able to explain
“You are such an idiot Bob”, she said. “You have allowed us to scare you and entrap you and now you are our nerd slave who will serve us as a slave boy toy for the rest of the movie. You are helpless as your hands are tied and you will do as we say or we just leave and leave you tied up like this.”
“We can make it far worse than this”, Diane piped in. Diane was a little brunette sex pit with big bee sting lips and great tits and legs but today I really hoped she would keep her mouth shut. “I have my camcorder from the practice”, she said, “and it takes pictures in the faintest of light and we have lots from the reflection of the movie screen.”
Marcia with her sweet southern accent added a thought that made my blood run cold. “We could pull his little dick out of his pants and then videotape him like that in the movie theater. Then he would be our boy toy slave forever as we would have a video of him in the movie theater with his dick and balls hanging out!”
“You are right”, Jane screamed with delight while clapping her hands together. “He would serve us for ever and ever and if he ever failed for an instant to do what we say the video goes on the internet for the school and the while world to see. DO IT NOW GIRLS.”
Marcia leapt over the seat row and before I knew it had undone my zipper and pulled my pants down to my knees. The she started working on my boxer shorts but I pushed my butt into the seat so she could not move them. “You had better cooperate; bob or we will all just go and leave you the way you are. It would be fun to explain to the cops when they arrive why your arms are tied to the chair and you pants are around your knees in public!”
Knowing I was beaten, I relented and lifted my bottom. With a quick flick of the wrist, Marcia pulled my boxer shorts around my knees as well and left me with my balls and dick totally exposed.
Diane then hopped over two rows and positioned herself in front of me. “Use you hand and stroke him and make him hard Marcia”, she said “and then I can tape him with an immense hard on like he was a real pervert.”
Normally I would have begged and prayed for sexy Marcia to give me a jerk with her hand but under these humiliating circumstances I closed my eyes and tried to think of garbage or something that would prevent me from getting hard. The idea was actually working until Jane stuck her tongue in my ear and while swirling it around told me how much she wanted me to fuck her all night. . This plus Marcia’s fingers made me hard and then both girls withdrew so that I could be taped apparently alone sitting in the theater with my balls and a hard on totally exposed.
All the girls gathered together again behind and started to laugh and give each other high fives. “You are ours forever nerd”, they all started chanting at me.
This was followed by a long discussion as to whether we should all leave the theater now; but Jane won out saying there were years to play with and humiliate me and lend me to their friends so why not enjoy the movie? “Besides which”, she said, “we can have some fun with him right here.”
Now that I had been taped like a pervert with my genitals out in the theater Marcia pulled my boxer shorts and pants back up. “We have you on tape, remember this and do what you are told or you will be an internet star.”
Marcia and Diane returned to their seats behind me sitting one on each side of Jane who was right behind me. Jane stretched and put on her sneakered feet on each of my shoulders. There was nothing I could do to move with my hands each tied to the arm of my seat. The stench from her high top canvas sneaers could be smelt even though her shoes were still on and laced up. I made the mistake of telling her that. After all nothing can produce more of a stanch than high top converse sneakers and all of the girls were wearing them from the cheerleader practice.
“listern slave asshole”, she replied, I have worn these socks for three or four days and my sneakers are a year old. They are well broken in and are conmfortable for our cheerleader gymnastics. Because you are a rude slave, I will never change my socks for a month and you can enjoy a daily ripening experience. Yes you will serve us every day now. For being a smart ass now beg to kiss and lick my sneakers.”
I said nothing, with the attention of putting up a stern resistance and getting out of this predicament as the girls learned that I would not submit.
After about 2 minutes, Jane said “ok Marcia pull out his dick again and let’s go.” Marcia leaned over the seat and started to open my zipper and all the girls stood up to leave. I panicked and my resistance crumbled and I said in a loud voice “Jane please allow me the honor of licking your sneakers and kissing them as well.”
All the girls laughed their heads off and Jane granted me permission. She pushed used to the smell and taste which will be yours to enjoy often and for a long time. Lick pig.”
Forward in her seat and extended her legs so that her sneakers were a foot or two in front of my shoulders. Then slowly and sadistically she started to move her legs back and thus draw her stinky sneakers closer to my face and mouth.
“Here they come pig”, she said to me. “You have pissed me off and you will now both lick and kiss them. Plan to get used to the taste and the smell daily and forever.”
Her sneakers touched my face and she wiggled her feet so that the sneakers caressed my lips and nose. Afraid they would truly leave me tied up in the theater I started to lick and then kiss the canvas. It really stunk and smelt of canvas. Sweat rubber and toe jam. Jane kept yelling at me to kiss and lick harder and kept whamming my face with her sneakers to show she was really demanding this service. The girls were all hysterical with laughter and I was sure that my face was beet red from embarrassment.
“You know”, Jane said to her friends, “I think we should take Jim here back to my place as my parents are away for the weekend. You can phone home and say you are staying for a sleepover and then we can have lots of fun. Asshole Jim can phone home too.”.
“That would be great”, Marcia chimed kin. “Then we could have almost the whole weekend to have fun with our little slave here. I would like to have him licking my sneakers as well.”
“As well as ass and pussy”, Diane chimed in as well. “I have always wanted a boy toy that would do what I want. Jim may be a nerd but he does work out and has a decent body. I would like to have him ream out my pussy and asshole with his tongue.”
“I have not told you girls this before”, Jane said, “but I have a lot of bondage toys at home. Do not be too shocked; they are not mine but I discovered my mom and Dad have a lot of equipment hidden in the closet. I guess they have been in to this stuff for years.”
Upon hearing all of this I was scared. I was now their victim for the weekend, three wild broads that would make me do everything. But in addition to the fear there was also a sense of excitement. Eating pussy for this trio would be fun even though there could be other stuff that might be disgusting. Then the thought crossed my mind that I could just walk away when we left the theater. But then I recalled the video the girls had and I knew I was dead.
Diane then insisted in having a turn to get licked and Jane took her feet off my shoulders. The two girls exchanged positions so that Diane could sit directly behind me.
“Here comes girl number 2 Jim”, Diane said with a giggle. She like Jane put her sneakers on my shoulders and then started moving them towards my face. The girls were really into teasing and torture I could see. Diane had on regular white converse in contrast to Jane who had the extreme high cuts where the canvas continues about a foot up her leg from the heel. This made the smell worse as there was an area where the sock emerged from the shoe and I could see that the sock was damp from cheerleader practice.
Diane had a different way of tormenting from Jane. She did not ask me to beg but said she would kick my brains out if I moved an inch. Instead of extending her shoes out in front of my face and then bringing them back as Jane did, she had her own way. I first felt the bottom of her sneakers rubbing my ears. Then each foot continued to stay on the side of my head but move around to my cheek and eventually I found my nose trapped between her two sneakers. This mean her feet were turned slightly inwards so that the side of the shoes were pushed against my mouth and nose this resulted in the air holes in these foul converse shoes being positioned right in front of my nose and there was quite the stink coming out of them. To cut this down I started breathing through my mouth but worse luck Diane noticed this.
“You are a bad slave Jim”, she taunted me, “as you have the chance to smell the insides of my shoes through the air holes and you have not taken advantage of this rare privilege. So now lick the converses parts in front of you mouth. This will keep your mouth busy and make you breathe through your nose.” Then with a laugh she said “I know you want to say thank you but too bad as your tongue is busy licking...”
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