"Your willy must be ever so sore" Wendy said to Alan quietly as they followed their parents down to dinner. Alan didn't respond, he just frowned self-pityingly.
"It could probably do with cooling down a bit" she said thoughtfully. Alan blinked thinking it wasn't cooling down it needed, it was an ice-pack, preferably one filled with frozen nitrogen.
"So when we sit down for dinner I want you to open your fly and get out your willy, and leave it out all through dinner" she said. Alan was only half-listening, but this outrageous suggestion slowly worked its way through to his consciousness.
"What!?" he said, a little too loudly.
"Don't you two start arguing" said Alan's mother looking back at them sternly.
"We're not arguing" said Wendy placatingly.
"I'm not doing that!" Alan hissed at her.
"If you don't we'll spend the rest of the evening smacking it with a ruler again. Or if you're going to be difficult we'll pay Victoria another visit and see if she can suggest some way to get you to do as you're told" whispered Wendy threateningly.
Alan dropped his head miserably. He didn't want to have his willy touched by anything right now, least of all a ruler, and he certainly didn't want to go anywhere near Victoria. She scared him half to death.
"Just do as you're told or you're going to suffer" said Wendy, as they entered the guest house dining room.
Wendy forced the seating plan on the party by dragging Alan to the table ahead of their parents, while they once again paused to admire the tired and cluttered dining room with its enormous collection of tasteless ornaments. She seated Alan at the end of the table for six, and she sat down beside him, in the middle. When the parents arrived commenting on how long it must have taken to collect such a large number of interesting and beautiful objects, they sat in the spaces which remained. Wendy's mother, Jean, sat opposite Alan; Alan's mother, Betty, sat opposite Wendy, and the fathers sat across from one another at the opposite end to Alan.
The fathers were deep in conversation about UV filters before they had even taken their seats, while Jean and Betty planned a shopping trip to see if they too could buy ornaments as lovely for their own homes.
Wendy looked down at Alan's lap and frowned at the closed fly; the absence of any exposed male organ. She reached a hand down subtly, while playing with her cutlery with the other. Alan looked at her in shock as she drew his zip down. He started to open his mouth to say something; to object, but she gave him a look that turned his bones cold. Wendy fished a hand inside his trousers, inside his boxers, and pulled his sore penis out into the cool air of the dining room. She tugged it to make sure it came out as far as possible, and then she released it to sit nakedly in his lap.
Alan looked left and right fearfully, to see if anyone was looking; if anyone could see, but they were early as usual and no one else was in the dining room yet.
"Keep your hands above the table" whispered Wendy "Or I'm going to announce to everyone, very loudly, that you're playing with yourself."
Alan looked at Wendy in a panic and rested his hands carefully on the table.
"Wendy, please" he whispered back "What if someone sees?"
"You'd better start thinking of a good excuse" said Wendy.
This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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