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Part 2…

It had been two months since my brutal outing to my extended family. The people she had sent the photos to were my mum and dad, brother, brother’s wife, aunty, three female cousins, two male cousins, and a couple of second cousins. Another uncle and aunty .all together, she had sent fifteen different photos with me in various positions. She laughed it off when some family members stood up for me, saying, “I shouldn’t have done it.”

While a few were enjoying the drama. My sister didn’t care what people thought. She just told everyone, “There are fifteen photos out there between you. Let’s see if anyone gets the full set. So feel free to swap photos with each other whoever gets the full set will win a prize.”

One of my cousins got seven or eight photos, and my brother’s wife had six. My mum tried to get everyone to delete them, but I said, “There’s no point. Sister’s still got the photos. She will just send them again. We need to just let it be, and hopefully, everyone will move on.”

I was right. Things quietened down after a few weeks, and the next two months were as normal as possible for a guy who got outed to the family.

That was until one day I returned from work, and my sister and her friend were sitting in their car on my drive, waiting for me. I approached them and angrily asked, “What are you doing here?”

She said, “I’m just here to talk.”

I let her into the house. She told me to make them coffee. I wouldn’t say I liked how she told me to make her a coffee, but I stayed quiet and made it for them. They were both sitting, just smiling at me. I said, “What do you want?”

She said, “Remember when I lent you the money, and I said, ‘I own you now.’ Well, I’m just here checking up on you, that’s all. After I accidentally forwarded your photos, I wanted to see how things were with you.”

“It wasn’t accidental. You did it on purpose!”

They both just laughed. Her friend said, “Cool down, it’s no big deal, really. It’s quite small, actually.”

I was getting wound up. I said, “You need to leave. I don’t want to see either of you ever again.”

My sister replied, “That’s not nice. We came all this way to see you. Well, to see you naked again, actually.”

“It’s not gonna happen. You’ve already done your worst. You’re not getting me naked again. So, get out.”

They both laughed. My sister got up and came over and stood in front of me and said, “I haven’t even started with you yet. The last outing wasn’t a big deal. It was family, and I just made you transparent to them so they could see what a dickless loser you are.” She turned to her friend and said, “Show him what you’ve got.”

Her friend pulled out an envelope and opened it and pulled out loads of photos, and started showing me the images one at a time. They were my nude photos. They had them printed out. My sister continued talking as her friend showed me the images.

“How about I start posting these to your neighbors’ houses or stick them to lampposts around your street or send them to your friends’ addresses? How about I go to the shop at the end of the road, use his photocopier, and accidentally leave a few photos behind.”

She went and sat down and laid out all the photos on the table in front of her and said, “Imagine these ending up at your neighbors or even the people you have done jobs for? So, you know the rules. I tell you to do something, and you do it. I’m not going to repeat myself. I will give you five seconds to comply, and if you don’t, we will walk out, and you know what will happen. You know I’m not scared to do it.”

I didn’t know what to say. I was just thinking, ‘How do I get out of this situation?’

She then told me to take off my jacket. I had no choice but to comply, followed by the rest of my clothes till I was down to my underwear. She then gave the honor of getting them removed to her friend, and I took them off and stood naked in front of them. They were both laughing at me. I shaved my pubic hair that week, so everything was visible and apparent.

She told me to kneel and stood and said, “I’ve got some issues to resolve with you.” She came up to me and said, “Remember when you told mum I was hanging with boys after school, and I got grounded?”

She stroked my cheek and then gave me a hard slap.

“Look up at me while I’m slapping you.”

Then she gave me a dozen slaps to the face.

While she was slapping me, her friend filmed and took photos of me on her phone. My sister then picked up my trousers, took out my belt, and said, “Get on the sofa and bend over the armrest.”

“Please, stop,” I begged.

“I ain’t gonna ask twice.”

So, I got on the sofa and bent over, and she started belting my bum while her friend filmed with her phone. She was naming incidents where we had arguments over the years and hitting my bum, saying, “This is for that.”

After she was done, she made me kneel in front of her. “Tell me what a wonderful sister I have been to you and how you’ve always been a bad brother.”

She got my wallet and took out the money I had in it. I had just done a job and been paid, and she took the whole lot, saying, “That’s my compensation for straining my eyes trying to see where your tiny dick is hiding.”

She then picked up all the photos, put them back in the envelope, handed them back to her friend, and said, “Let’s go.”

They got up, and she said, “I’ll be back soon. Make sure you keep it shaved and my wallet full, or you know what will happen,” and they left me battered and bruised.

To Be Continued…

*This story has been edited to fix spelling, punctuation, & basic grammar, but the narrative and plot have remained the same. Remember, even with limited editing. It doesn’t mean any possible major flaws in this story were fixed.