All Right I'll Do It

John said, "Dance sexy for us Sugar."

He sat there smiling as he rubbed his crotch through the dirty blue jeans he was wearing. He also had on a football jersey with his number 88 and a pair of black motorcycle boots.

He pointed to the pictures, "be a good girl and these pictures will disappear."

So I danced for them. But John wanted me to dance like a girl. I didn't know how but I tried anyhow.

"Show us your wiener Tim," Robert said after the second round of beers. "Come on, you want the pictures back don't you?"

Robert was sitting at the other end of the couch. He was wearing his camouflage hunting pants and a brown turtleneck sweater. He also had his hunting boots on.

Hoping this would end as soon as they were reminded I was a boy I decided to go ahead and show them my dick. I pulled the crotch of the cheerleading skirt to the side with the panties beneath.

"Hahahaha," John laughed as he looked.

Now I knew my penis wasn't big by guy standards but with the fear and shame it had shriveled up to about an inch. I couldn't see it but from their laughter I was sure it must have been very small.

"Well, with a wiener like that we can't call you Tim but what should we call you," Robert asked rhetorically?

"It's tiny like a fat clit," John chimed in, "so I think we should call her Tina."

FLASH....another picture...this one of me standing there holding my skirt up and panties to the knees. Each picture was more damning then the next. I had to get them back.

"Okay Tina, just suck the two of us off and then you can have the Polaroids," John said.

And that's when I said,

"Alright I'll do it but you promise you will never tell or bring this up again?"

John handed the camera to Robert and had me come over and kneel in front of him. Degrading me more he had me suck his balls and rub my lips up his shaft through his pants before he unzipped his fly and pulled his cock out. My eyes were just inches away as it hung semi-hard a good six plus inches.