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A boy and his mother are humiliated by a group of
Explorer Scouts and their depraved scout leader.
Scouting for Tommie
By Tammie Latte
People always make fun of me because I look like a
girl. I'm petite for a boy and I have rather delicate
body and facial features: delicate arms and neck, a
tiny waist, a cute symmetrical nose, long eyelashes
and very full lips. Some people even say I'm quite
pretty and that I would look really cute if I had my
hair done up in a more feminine style. I guess I don't
mind looking like a girl, but it's hard going to
school and being harassed all the time by the guys. My
real name is Tommy, but the boys at school call me
Tommie. They also say I'm a sissy-ass faggot and a
pussy.
Part of the problem is my fanny. It's bigger and
rounder than it should be because I take ballet. I
love ballet and understand that dancers have
well-developed legs and tushes. I like having a girlie
fanny because I look great in tights, which is
extremely important when you are a dancer. The
downside is that the boys are always grabbing,
pinching or slapping my bottom, and that can be very
embarrassing. My friends from my dance class don't
think there's anything unusual about my fanny, so I
don't think the guys at school should give me such a
hard time. My mom says the guys are just jealous
because I'm such a good dancer and in such great
shape.
One day at school, we were given information about the
Explorer Scouts. I thought it would be a good idea to
join because a lot of the guys at school were already
in scouting and if I joined, I'd just become one of
the gang and maybe all the teasing would stop. I asked
my mom, and she said it would be okay if it didn't
interfere with my ballet classes. The scoutmaster was
a neighbor, Mr. Carlson, a big burly guy who lived
down the street. He had taken my mom out a few times
and seemed to like her, so we both felt comfortable
about his leadership. Anyway, I decided to go to the
next meeting and sign up.
When I got there, Mr. Carlson literally greeted me with
open arms. At the beginning of the meeting, he put his
arm around me and introduced me to the rest of the
guys. First he said both he and the boys would love
HAVING me as a member (for some reason, some of the
guys chuckled when he emphasized the word "having"),
and that although I'd be ON THE BOTTOM for a while
(more chuckles), he'd see to it that all the boys FIT
RIGHT IN. I thought that I was the one who had to "fit
in", but I guess Mr. Carlson didn't see it that way.
Although I didn't understand his humor, I thought Mr.
Carlson and all the boys were nice. The guys spent
most of the meeting discussing some of their interests
(weight lifting, football, wrestling, etc.) and
planning a guys-only pool party and sleep over at
Joey's house. Joe also lives just down the street from
me, but I never wanted to pall around with him because
he's one of the guys who liked to tease me.
I felt pretty good after the meeting. Mr. Carlson
treated me really special and I enjoyed showing some
of my dance moves to the guys. They were all very
interested in learning how ballet helped me develop my
glutes. Each of the boys wanted to feel how firm they
were, so I let them take turns feeling my glutes.
Apparently they were very impressed because most of
the guys wanted to feel them twice. They also asked me
to show them how I stretch and how flexible I was.
They especially liked it when I got down on my back
and put my legs behind my head. It was great being one
of the guys!
Mr. Carlson offered to drive me home that night. It
was a little chilly out, so on the way to the car he
put his jacket around me to keep me warm. He even put
his arm around me because it was getting dark outside
and he thought I might get scared. I told him that I
was fourteen years old, and that I certainly wasn't
scared of the dark anymore, but he insisted just in
case. I thought he was very nice and I appreciated the
special attention he gave me on my first night as
an explorer scout. I thought he'd come in that night
to say hello to my mom, but he said he had to go home
and that he was sure he'd see us both very soon. I
just couldn't wait.
The pool party was Saturday afternoon. It was a
perfect day for swimming - nice and hot and sunny. I
packed a towel, sun screen and my swimsuit into my
dance bag. I had dance class at noon, but planned to
go straight to Joey's after my class. When I arrived,
I discovered that the party was already in progress. I
had thought Mr. Carlson would be there, but I guess he
couldn't make it. Joey's seventeen year old sister,
Janet (talk about a nice fanny), was there so I felt
pretty safe. I knew she would protect me if some of
the guys started to tease me for some reason.
All the guys were in the pool, so I asked where I
could go to change into my swimsuit. Janet said all
the boys either had worn their suits or changed in
Joey's room, but I could change in her room if I
liked. I said sure, then she took me by the hand and
led me upstairs chatting along the way. I complemented
Janet on her tan, and I told her how much I loved the
powder blue two-piece bikini she was wearing.
I thought she was kidding when I heard her say, "I have
another one just like it in pink if you'd like to wear
it, Tommie. I'm sure you'd look really cute in it."
I could have died when I heard her call me Tommie and
suggest that I might want to wear a girl's bikini. I
was speechless.
"Come on, Tommie, put it on," she said with very
little friendliness in her voice. "Your big faggot ass
will look lovely in a pink thong, don't you think?"
she insisted.
"N-No Janet... Really," I stammered. "What would the
guys think if they say me in..."
Just then I heard someone behind me scream, "WE"D THINK
YOU WERE A FAGGOT-ASS-SISSY-PUSSY, TAMMIE!!!"
Joe and the rest of the guys had entered Janet's room,
and as I turned to speak to them, Janet grabbed me by
the hair and pulled me down onto her vanity chair.
Before I could figure out what was happening, my
wrists were tied to the back of the chair and my
ankles were bound to its legs. I started to scream for
help, but Janet slapped me hard across the face and
told me that if I didn't keep my faggot mouth shut the
boys would beat me to a pulp and break my legs so that
I'd never dance again. I was terrified, to say the
least!
"If you co-operate and let us have our fun," Janet
explained, "I won't let Joe and his friends hurt you,
and you can go home back soon to your mommy."
What choice did I have? With tears streaming down my
face, I agreed to let them have their fun.
"Great!" she said. "This is our party and you are the
entertainment, so keep your faggot mouth shut and
let's get started."
I won't describe every detail of the process, but I
should explain that Janet removed my jeans and my
underwear and then transformed me into a slutty
bikini-clad teenage girl in front of all the boys. It
was humiliating sitting there while the boys played
with themselves, calling me names and describing in
graphic detail the disgusting things they planned to
make me do as a scout. I was especially humiliated
when they saw that I was still hairless and that my
twinkie was so much smaller than theirs. The bikini
thong was made out of spandex, so when Janet pulled my
twinkie between my legs, it all but disappeared giving
me a very feminine looking crotch. The boys laughed
hysterically at my new pussy.
Janet put my hair up in a ponytail, which she kept in
place with a white scrunchie. I wore a hot-pink bikini
swimsuit with oranges stuffed into the cups to
simulate boobies. My face was heavily made up and I
was accessorized with large hoop earrings, several
bracelets and rings, and a white mesh scarf around my
neck. A butt plug was inserted up my rear and white
stiletto sling back sandals were placed on my feet.
Tiny padlocks were inserted through the buckles so
that the shoes could not be removed without the key or
without cutting the straps. My finger and toenails
were painted to match my lipstick. Here's the
clincher: with black magic marker, the boys wrote the
word "SISSY" on my left ass cheek and "ASS" on my
right ass cheek. Now everyone behind me would know
that I was a sissy ass! On my chest above my boobs,
they added the word "FAGOT" with "PUSSY" printed
boldly across my tummy. I was warned that if I cried
and made my mascara run, they would punch me in the
mouth and knock out all my teeth. I chose not to
complain or say anything that might upset them.
Joe videotaped the whole experience. I guess I must
have looked pretty sexy because the boys continued to
play with themselves throughout the ordeal. The real
humiliation came when I was released and led outside
to the pool area where I was expected to put on a
show. I was told to prance around the pool, shaking
and wiggling my behind like a slut. I was told to take
tiny steps and to hold my hands so the palms faced
down as I walked. Janet supervised me as I put on the
show. The butt plug made my ass stick out a lot, so
the boys hooted and whistled at me and spanked my
bottom each time I passed. They said they liked the
way my boobies bounced when I walked too, so they made
me skip around the pool a few times before they let me
stop.
After about thirty minutes of parading around for
their amusement, Janet said I could go home. What a
relief I thought. Unfortunately, they had hidden all
my clothes and I was told I had to walk home just as I
was for everyone in the neighborhood to see.
Furthermore, they planned to watch me from a distance
to make sure that I continued to shake my ass and walk
like a sissy - nice and slow so that all the neighbors
could get a good look. How humiliating! And what would
my mother say!
Although everything was a bit of a blur, I do remember
some of the humiliating comments the neighbors made as
I wiggled my way home: "Nice ass, Baby!" and "I told
you he was a queer," shall forever be imprinted in my
memory. Even a little boy on his bike called out to me
"Shake it, don't break it!" as I walked up our
driveway. The nerve!
At first Mom didn't recognize me when I entered the
house. "What happened to you!" she exclaimed. "Did the
scouts do this?", she enquired. My mom can get very
emotional, and I could see fire in her eyes. Sobbing,
I told her the whole story, and she said she was
marching me right over to Mr. Carlson's house to show
him what those brutes did to me and to give him a
piece of her mind. I begged her not to, but she
insisted. She said she wanted him to see for himself
what they did to me. If she drove me there, the magic
marker on my fanny might smear, so we would have to
walk. She didn't even call him first to make sure he
was home; she just took me by the hand and led me out
the door back into the street.
"Come on, Tommie, let's go. We can't let them get away
with this!" she said. Now even my own mother was
calling me Tommie! Did my own mother think I was a
sissy-ass-faggot-pussy too?
Down the street we went. My mom held me by the hand
the whole time, not because I was unsteady in my heels
(Mom knew I was used to wearing hers because sometimes
we'd play dress up together), but because she wanted
to hurry me along. She was really mad. Along the way
we ran into Mrs. Nelson, who was out getting her mail.
"Who's the hottie, Darlene?" she asked my mom.
"The hottie is my SON, Carol. Look at what Jim
Carlson's scouts did to him!" she said spinning me
around so that Mrs. Nelson could read my ass cheeks.
"I'd be upset too," our neighbor sympathized, "that
magic marker is really hard to get off... but Tommie,
I must say... you look absolutely stunning. Don't you
agree, Darlene?"
"Yes, thank you Carol... it just makes me so mad that
these kids pick on him just because he's a dancer.
Dancing isn't any less demanding than the macho sports
those boys play." my mom said.
"But Darlene, be honest honey," Mrs. Nelson rebutted.
"Look at her beautiful body and her pretty face. I
wish my daughter looked like that! And those lips..."
I guess I should have been feeling grateful that I
looked so wonderful dressed up as a girl and that I
had such nice lips. God, this was getting surreal!
"Tommie has what my husband calls DSL," Mrs. Nelson
remarked. Then she whispered something in my mom's ear
that made her blush. "Well thank you for the
compliment Carol," my mom said, firmly grasping my
hand pulling me a few houses further to Mr. Carlson's
house.
Along the way, I asked my mom what "DSL" meant.
Her response: Dick-Sucking Lips. "Tommie, you have
those pouty lips that men love to kiss and see wrapped
around their cocks. In fact Mrs. Nelson said that if
her husband saw you dressed this way, he'd definitely
want you to suck his cock. What do you think of that?"
"Oh my!" was my only response.
When Mr. Carlson answered the front door he was
shirtless, wearing just flip-flops and boxers. I had no
idea he had such muscular arms and that he was in such
great shape. He seem to tower over my mom and me and I
trembled a bit as he invited us inside his home.
My mom explained the whole story as I timidly stood
behind her in silence. Mr. Carlson smiled and took me
by the hand, then made me slowly turn around so that
he could inspect me from different angles. He had me
bend over the couch for a while to see if he could
erase the markings from my fanny by rubbing my cheeks.
After a thorough inspection, he picked up the phone
and called Joe, telling him to get Janet and all the
boys together and get down to his house "on the
triple." He told them to bring the videotape too.
Mr. Carlson then turned to my mom and said "Darlene, I
think they may be right. Your boy probably IS a fag.
We'll have to run some tests."
"What do you mean," my mother inquired. "What kind of
tests?"
"We'll have to see if he likes dick. If I showed him
my dick right now, would he become aroused... would he
want to touch it or kiss it? It's the only way. Trust
me. We have you find out - one way or the other."
Mr. Carlson told me to sit on the sofa - he said he
wanted me to have a good look at his meat. My mom
observed calmly as he positioned his crotch just
inches away from my face, then slowly lowered his
shorts, revealing a very large, semi-rigid dong and a
marvelous set of balls. I'll always remember how
strange it felt sitting in front of my mom with my
scoutmaster's dong just inches from my face.
"Just look at it for a few minutes, Tommie," he
directed. "I want you to see how big and hard my dick
can get when I know a pretty girl like you is admiring
it."
I said nothing, wondering if he and my mom realized
how excited I was getting. Slowly he rubbed his cock
all over my face, across my eyes and nose and lips,
then through my hair and around my neck and into my
left ear. It felt so wonderful, I shivered.
"Take it into your hands now, Sweetie," he instructed.
Touch it. Squeeze it... stroke it," he moaned.
I played with it for a while, then he asked "Do you
like my dick, Tommie?"
"Oh yes," I said meekly. "I like it very much!"
"Is he a fag?" my mother asked.
"I don't know yet," he said. "I'm still not done with
the test."
"Tommie, Sweetheart, do you want to kiss it? You can
kiss it if you want. Don't be afraid." he prodded.
I kissed his dick very softly on the tip, but before I
knew it, the whole thing was in my mouth. I was so
excited, I wanted to suck every inch of his monstrous
cock down my throat. As I gave my scoutmaster my very
first blow job, I noticed my mom moving closer to the
action, presumably to get a better look. When I
glanced up, I saw her blouse was unbuttoned and Mr.
Carlson was playing with her tits. He was pinching and
pulling her nipples, which at this point were very
erect. Astonished by what I saw, I stopped momentarily
to try to figure out what Mr. Carlson was doing to
her.
"Don't stop, Tommie," he said as he grabbed the back
of my head by the ponytail, forcing his cock back into
my mouth. A few seconds later, I saw my mom's skirt
drop to the floor. This was getting hot, and I loved
it!
"Darlene, Everyone knows Tommie is a fag. What amazes
me is that you were too stupid to even realize it," he
told my mom. "Fortunately for you and your faggot son,
you have me to teach you what to do with your hot,
sexy bodies. From now on, you will both be girl scouts
in my troop and I will enjoy fucking you both."
"Can you do that? I'm too old to be a girl scout...
besides I doubt that I'd even be able to fit into a
girl scout uniform any more!" Mom protested.
"It'll fit just fine. Besides, you have no say in the
matter. I'm the leader and I make all the decisions.
Now slip off those panties and bend over the coffee
table. It's time I gave you your first fucking as a
scout" he ordered.
As my mom was slipping off her panties, Joe and the
others arrived.
"Tommie, you do the same next to your mother. Take off
your bikini first," Mr. Carlson directed. I slipped
off my swimsuit, then took my place next to my mom and
waited for further instructions.
"Boys, I want you to fuck the shit out of Tommie.
She's still a virgin, so I suggest you fuck her good
and hard. Don't forget to take the butt plug out
first. The lube is on the table," he said. Then he
slapped my mom hard on the ass and told Janet that my
mom was going to eat her pussy while he fucked her
from behind.
"Joey, you'll be the first to slip your rod up your
girlfriend's asshole. Janet told me you've been in
love with Tommie for over a year now, so get started."
Mr. Carlson announced. I think Joe was embarrassed by
the announcement, but it made me smile.
As Joey penetrated my sissy hole, the other boys stood
around us in a circle masturbating. My mom, who was
right beside me, asked me if I was having fun.
"Yes Mommy," I replied. "It's true. I am a
faggot-ass-sissy-pussy and I want to get fucked... I
need to get fucked!" I assured her. Just then, my mom
kissed my lips and thrust her hot, wet tongue deep
inside my mouth.
"Look how hot these bitches are! They want it so bad
they're frenching each other!!!" Janet exclaimed. She
was right about that. Both mom and I loved being
abused by Mr. Carlson, Janet and the boys. "Let's fuck
them good," she ordered.
Janet got down on the floor and spread her legs. Then
Mr. Carlson pushed mother's head down between Janet's
legs while still fucking her pussy from behind. Joey
continued to pound my ass. Meanwhile all the others
took turns fucking my face. After a while, Joey was
replaced by Steve... then Bill... then Tyrone... then
two or three others. When they were done taking turns
fucking my face and my ass, they all stood around my
mom and me in a circle and jerked off on us. Some came
in our faces, others in our hair, and still others on
our asses and tits. What a mess!
Of course, they weren't done yet. We were led to the
bathroom and pissed on by all the boys in the troop.
Mr. Carlson then directed us to go home and clean
ourselves up and make ourselves look pretty. He had
some uniforms he wanted us to try and wear to our
weekly meetings.
Finally, before pushing us out the door and sending us
back down the street, Mr. Carlson took a magic marker
and corrected the word "FAGOT" which Joey had
misspelled on my chest. Thank you Mr. Carlson for
saving me the humiliation being displayed with
misspelled words on my body.
As we left, I heard Mr. Carlson say, "Come on boys,
Let's watch that video."
THE END
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