Birthday Boy

It was early on a Friday evening when David got a phone call from Elizabeth, a girl he knew. She was a Freshman in college. She lived just off-campus with her older sister, Linda, and two other girls, Elise and Stacy. Elizabeth had long dark hair, a beautiful figure and a nice tan. Elise had long brown hair, a good tan and a slim but attractive figure. Stacy had long black hair, a pale complexion and a slim but firm figure. Linda, the older sister, was twenty-six years old. She had short, dark hair, a good tan and still had a good figure with large breasts. The three girls stayed with Linda while they attended college. Elise and Stacy were twenty. Elizabeth, though eighteen, was allowed to live off-campus with a relative. David was a senior at the same college. He was twenty-two years old. He had brown hair that curled slightly around the tops of his ears. He was slim and muscular, but a swimmer's muscularity, not a weightlifter's. They were nearing the end of the school year. It had been only the previous Saturday that David had enticed the voluptious Elizabeth into going to bed with him. He was certain the phone call meant she wanted a repeat performance. He hurried over to her house.

When David arrived, all of the girls were there. Linda said, "Davey, we have something very important to talk to you about."
"Please don't call me Davey," he said. "It's a little boy's name. My name is David."
"Davey," Elizabeth said, "I am celebrating my birthday today."
"Hey, congragulations!" he said, though the continued use of the childish name still angered him.
"Perhaps you'd like to sing 'Happy Birthday' to her?" Elise said.
"That would be, 'Happy 18th Birthday,'" Stacy laughed.
It took a moment to sink in and then he gasped.
"That's right," Elise said. "That's statutory rape."
"But- But-" he said.
"We heard her crying for you not to do it, but hesitated to interfere," Stacy said.
"But that's not true!" he blurted. "She didn't do that."
"I told you I was only seventeen," Elizabeth smiled.
"You're lying," he snapped.
"We all heard it, Davey," Linda said. "And now, it's time for the police to hear it too."
"But you're lying!" he whimpered.
"Davey, all four of us were here," Linda said. "It's your word against all four of our's. I will call the police unless you agree to make amends."
"I don't have much money," he said.
"We don't want it," Linda said. "But you must be willing to be punished."
"Punished? How?" he said shakily.
"Stand up!" Elizabeth ordered in a commanding voice.
He did so instinctively.
"Now take off your clothes," she ordered.
"Now wait a minute," he began.

Linda picked up the phone and dialed. "Hello! Police!" she said. "I want to report a ra-"
He ripped his shirt open, tearing off the buttons, and took it off.
"Uh, sorry. I'll get back to you," she said and hung up the phone.
"Good," Linda said. "But from now on, you will obey the orders of every woman in the house instantly and completely. Fail to do so and nothing will stop that phone call again. Now finish undressing." Slowly, he removed his clothes. With a final sigh of embarrassment, he pulled down his underwear.
"Good boy!" Elizabeth laughed. "Now kneel on the floor."
Feeling utterly humiliated, he obeyed.
"Put your forehead on the floor," she said. He obeyed.
"Now what is your name?" she asked.
"David- I mean Davey," he gritted.
"Good!" she said. "You are trainable. Now, crawl to me on your hands and knees and kiss my feet."
Feeling so humiliated that his ears turned red, he did so.
"Now, like a good doggy, crawl to each woman here and kiss her feet."
Nearly crying in humiliation, he crawled to each woman and prostrated himself, kissing her feet subserviently.
"Good boy," Elizabeth said. "Now wag your doggy tail to show us how much you love being our obedient puppy."
"Shake it up, baby," Elise laughed. "Wag your sexy ass like it was a tail."
Davey wagged his butt back and forth.

Elizabeth took a dog collar, an actual dog collar bought from a pet store, and buckled it around Davey's neck. She connected a leash.
"Follow at my heel!" she ordered.
She began walking back and forth. Davey struggled on his hands and knees. Even on the soft carpet, he was soon wincing from walking on his knees.
"Heel!" Elizabeth commanded.
Davey froze in place.
"Walk!"
He walked.
"Sit!"
He rested on his haunches.
"Beg!"
He raised his hands in the doggy begging position. Finally, she led him upstairs with the others following.
"Oh, Davey," Stacy laughed, "if you only knew what we have planned for you!"