"You're going to have be on your knees for this Alan" instructed Victoria "You're going to take Paul's penis in your mouth, and you are going to clean it thoroughly with your tongue. I want Paul absolutely spotless when you've finished. And if he comes in your mouth while you're doing it, you will not remove it or spit, you will just carry on, and keep licking it clean."
"He might need to stop for a little bit though" said Paul "Otherwise I'm not going to be able to cope"
"True" said Victoria "Well in which case, you do as I have just said, unless Paul tells you otherwise. You're to do whatever he tells you. Okay?"
Alan remained stood, immobile, until he sensed Victoria was abut to speak again, and he started to drop into a painful kneeling position. It took him a little while, but once he'd squatted down on his haunches, his crimson backside throbbing with pain, he dared to peek up at Paul's flaccid penis. He couldn't bring himself to do it. Somehow being buggered was different. He hadn't had to do anything, he had just led there and Paul had done it. In a way he wasn't responsible, didn't really have any involvement. This was different, he had to do it; he had to be involved; he had to take the lead. He remained a static heap of painful naked misery.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
"No I don't!" yelled Alan "Stop now. Please. I've learned my lesson"
"I'm tired of repeating myself. This boy just doesn't get it" said Victoria.
"I don't think he ever has" added Emily with a giggle.
"Or ever will, looking at that thing" said Alison joining in with Emily's giggling. Amy giggled too, but Ben just blushed slightly.
"Alison? I think... the riding crop" said Victoria.
"Victoria..." said Alison "I'm not complaining or anything, but I'm not the junior most member of the gang anymore, but I'm still the one who has to do all the running about." She waited nervously for some kind of rebuke.
"I know darling, I'm sorry" said Victoria with a warm and apologetic smile "but Amy and Ben haven't been trained up yet. They don't know where anything is or how things are organised so I need your help until they're ready. Can you do that for me?"
Alison beamed a big smile at Victoria proud of her knowledge and experience, grateful that Victoria needed her. "I'm sorry" said Alison "I didn't mean to moan, of course I can, I'll do whatever you need"
"Come here" said Victoria gently. Alison moved closer to Victoria and Victoria put an arm round her and bent to kiss her on the top of the head "You know how important you are to us" she began "and I know you've had the short end of the stick for ages, but once we've got Amy and Ben sorted out you'll be able to relax a bit, and they can take over the chores."
"Okay" said Alison feeling very warm and happy "Thanks Victoria"
"How did things go with Ben?" asked Victoria.
"Brilliant" said Alison beaming again "He's a quick learner, and I think he's going to be great. He's really cute."
"Good. I'm glad he's turned out well, I thought he would once he got over the initial shock. I think we're going to have a lot of fun with him" said Victoria, giving Alison squeeze and another kiss on top of the head.
Alison nodded "I'll get the riding crop" she said eagerly, and dashed off to the cupboards.
Wendy was moaning ecstatically at Paul's attentions. After Victoria had urged him to get on with it, he had gently lain Wendy down on the floor, kissed his way down her virginal body and put his tongue to work on her hungry clitoris. His left hand massaged her breasts and nipples, and his right came stroking slowly down her body until, with some difficulty, he managed to manoeuvre it under his chin and between her legs. He inserted a finger inside her again and stroked round, finding that super sensitive cynosure of pleasure. Wendy bucked and let out a loud gasp, and returned to ever urgent moaning, until she reached a crescendo and eventually shrieked with orgasmic delight. Her body pulsed, throbbed, and thrashed with the intensity of it. Paul retreated, sitting back on his haunches and watched her for a little while.
Alan could do nothing other than watch. His penis was straining for the ceiling again as he watched this strange boy work his cousin up to a frenzy of sexual passion. His eyes feasted on her body, a body that only a short while ago he had ached to see, and when Paul sat back, his eyes raked up and down her inflated pussy, opened up so invitingly, and he prayed she would allow him access to it some time later.
Alison handed Victoria the short leather riding crop, and Victoria smiled at her, just testing the weight and balance of it briefly. She knew that this simple implement, that she Emily and Alison all regularly used when they went riding, would take Alan completely by surprise. She had felt it herself, on the odd occasion she had had to take a stroke or two while they were playing one of their games, and she knew that the explosive impact would send a pain through Alan's body, the like of which he would never have felt before. She didn't know how many strokes it would take, but it wouldn't be many, before he was a big blubbering cry baby.
"Do you want me to?" asked Paul.
"No, I think I'll take care of this one" said Victoria as she brought the riding crop up under Alan's chin, tapping him delicately a couple of times. "Now, as I promised, you're going to get a beating. Since you've never had a beating, or even a spanking before, I expect it'll come as a bit of a shock. You can shout and scream all you want, no-one outside this room is going to hear you, but there's no point begging for mercy because you're not going to get any. Of course you will beg for mercy, but I'm going to keep on beating you until I'm bored and want to move on to the next punishment. Do you remember what that is?"
Alan stood defiantly, refusing to answer, although the additional reddening of his cheeks belied the fact that he remembered very well.
"Let me remind you then. That's the part where we let you down, bend you over that chair there" said Victoria indicating one of the chairs with the riding crop "and Paul takes you up the arse. Do you like being buggered Alan? Have you ever tried it before?" asked Victoria punctuating her taunts with taps of the riding crop.
Alan stared at her with ever increasing defiance. He just couldn't believe her; he couldn't believe that they would really go that far.
"You know" said Victoria "I just don't know where all your arrogance comes from. I would have thought that with this little thing..." Victoria dropped the riding crop down to Alan's erection and used it to stroke him gently "down here, you'd be more... submissive, less... big headed and defiant. By the time we've finished with you, as I said before, you're going to be a useless blubbering heap of pathetic misery, and you're going to beg us for forgiveness, and you're going to be willing to do anything we ask. Anything at all. For fear of what else we might do to you. Now, just remember, we've already added two extra punishments to the list, thanks to your cheek, so don't make it any worse. I'm happy to keep adding more punishments, and if necessary we'll bring you back here tomorrow to carry on. It's up to you really. Okay sweety?"
Alan went dead cold inside. He'd never ever met a girl like Victoria before; he'd never found himself in a situation like this before. His mind was a riot of fears and apprehensions. What if they really did intend to do all those things? Of course he didn't want to believe it, but they'd done everything they'd said they were going to do so far, and after what he had seen Paul doing to his naked cousin, he began to doubt they had any limits at all. He just could not understand how they could be so confident. How they could be so unafraid of the consequences of what they were doing. They must, he decided, simply be mad. This wasn't a comforting thought. If they really were insane there was no knowing what they might do. Maybe they weren't intending to let them go at all. Maybe they were going to kill them and bury them in some anonymous shallow grave in the forest, never to be found. He began crying. The tears welled up in his eyes, and dripped down his cheeks, his chest starting heaving.
"Noooo!" he wailed.
"Are you going to join us?" Victoria said to Paul and Wendy "You should see your big brave cousin Wendy, he's already crying like a little girl and we haven't even started yet."
Paul began climbing to his feet, but Wendy wrapped her arms round his neck and pulled him down again. She kissed him briefly, then whispered in his ear. "Will you fuck me? Properly I mean? Please" her voice husky with desire. Paul kissed her again. "Later" he said. He helped her up, and the two of them returned to the group, with Wendy stood close to her weeping cousin. Her hands were all over Paul though, with her arms wrapped round him, she stroked at his body greedily, but lacking the courage to feel him down below.
Victoria moved slowly behind Alan, riding crop in hand and low by her side.
"Don't stand too close to his front" said Victoria "He's likely to be thrashing around and we don't want anyone getting hurt"
"You mean apart from Alan" said Emily.
"Well obviously apart from Alan" replied Victoria.
Everyone stepped back to a safe distance, but they watched intently as Victoria raised the riding crop high. "Prepare yourself my boy" she said "This is really going to hurt"
Alan, not knowing what to expect, and trying desperately to control himself, tensed his whole body, including his buttocks. He was adamant that he would not cry out, that he would remain stoic and silent, and show them how brave he was.
Victoria dragged it out just a little bit longer. "On three then. One... two... three..." She brought the riding crop down sharply and it struck Alan's bottom with a loud crack. He screamed, startling Ben, Amy and Wendy. The others had known what to expect.
The excruciating pain burned its way through Alan's body. Starting in his buttocks, it raced up his spine to his brain and annihilated everything that was resident. His mind exploded with the ferocity of it. He had never felt pain like it, not even when he had been beaten up by bullies at school. This was sharp, focussed, overwhelmingly agonising, and he could do nothing, think nothing, he was reduced to just experiencing the pain.
Victoria struck again, and the second explosion erupted before the first had even diminished slightly. Like waves they reinforced each other, and drew Alan to new heights of unbelievable agony. Suddenly, unconsciously, a primitive animal part of his brain took control of him and he tried to flee. Of course he was bound, his wrists high, suspended from the ceiling, but he tried to run nonetheless. A pace was all he could take as his feet scrabbled desperately on the floor, trying to gain purchase, trying to put distance between himself and that terrible implement of torture. The third blow sent him into even more frantic efforts, and he fought against his restraints, spinning his body violently from side to side. He wasn't even aware that that terrible screaming sound was coming from his own mouth.
Victoria didn't spare him. She rained blow after blow on his tender bottom, and the others watched with some sympathy as he thrashed desperately around to escape the punishment. His erection had long subsided, and his penis flopped about from side to side, up and down, vigorously with his motions. He was screaming, begging for mercy, pleading for Victoria to stop . He promised he'd do anything, anything at all, and he poured out his sorrow for having invaded their patch, for attacking Wendy in the way he had.
Stood with her arms still wrapped around Paul, although stroking him no longer, Wendy was grinning broadly. She was glad. She wanted him to suffer. She was enjoying seeing her cousin suffer; enjoying seeing him reduced to a bawling baby in front of her very eyes. She was never going to let him live this down.
Victoria persevered. Raining the blows down fast and hard, allowing just a couple to drop down to the tops of his thighs. She didn't stop until he had completely broken down. He was long past begging for her to stop, pleading for mercy. He was bawling his eyes out, screaming incoherently.
Ben added this to his rapidly growing list of reasons to avoid punishment.
Alan hung limply from his wrists as Victoria moved back round to his front again looking grim. Even she began to feel a spark of sympathy for him, and wondered if they were being too harsh, but she cast her mind back to how he had tried to strip his cousin, and to what he might have been intending to do had he succeeded. She composed herself, ready for the next stage, allowing Alan a couple of minutes to recover.
"Alan" she began "We're going to let you down now. Are you going to do as you are told, or are you going to be naughty?"
Alan was breathing heavily and still sobbing uncontrollably, his head was hung low, and he didn't respond.
Victoria cracked the riding crop across the side of his thigh "Alan we can continue beating you at any time. You will do exactly as you are told, and you will answer me promptly and politely or I am going to thrash you again."
"No. I'll do it... whatever. Please have mercy... I'll do whatever you say" he sobbed frantically.
"Then repeat after me: I have been a very naughty little boy, but now I'm going to be a very good little boy and do whatever I'm told" urged Victoria.
"I've been a very naughty little boy, but now I'm going to be good and do whatever you say" he repeated very quickly, though losing some accuracy.
"Paul?" said Victoria.
Paul disentangled himself from Wendy, leaving her to hug herself, and went to work on the rope securing Alan to the ceiling. Slowly, he was lowered to the floor, where he curled up into a ball, still crying, and still suffering from the terrible pain that racked his body. Paul untied the rope from his handcuffs, and looked up at Victoria. She thought for moment before making a decision. She put a hand in her pocket, pulled out the key, and tossed it to Paul. Paul unlocked the handcuffs and removed them.
"Right then Alan, up and over that chair. Paul, he's all yours."
Alan remained cowered in a ball, too humiliated, and too hurt to move. Victoria took a quick pace towards him, and although he didn't see her raise the riding crop to strike at his bottom again, he leapt up with incredible speed at her approach and dumped himself over the arm of the chair, renewing his crying as he did so.
Paul watched him go. He wasn't best pleased at this task. It wasn't that he didn't like playing with boys, he did. But he much preferred girls, and when he did play with boys he only usually did it with boys he fancied. He didn't fancy Alan at all. He was handsome enough, but just not his type. He knew that he couldn't argue though. Victoria wanted it done, and if she wanted it done it had to be done. Arguing with her would only get him into trouble, and it would set a bad example for the youngsters. He cast a glance at Wendy who was watching him closely, he much rather do her, and he wasn't sure how she would take him buggering her cousin.
Everyone watched as Paul slowly crossed the room towards Alan. Ben wasn't sure what to expect, he didn't really know what it was that Victoria was asking Paul to do, but he was hoping that whatever it was he would get to see Paul's willy. Not that he had ever been remotely interested in boys before, but somehow Paul was beautiful and stirred something in him. He had been hoping all day long that he would get the chance to see him naked, and maybe now would be his chance.
Wendy had a much better idea of what was about to happen, and she knew it must involve Paul exposing himself. She moved closer, and to Alan's side, to get a grandstand view, and bit her lower lip in anticipation.
Amy was still very new to all this. Although she had seen plenty of boys willies before, a willy as mature and lovely as Paul's was still a novelty to her. She had seen it and played with it after her initiation two days ago, and earlier, when Ben had been left with Alison, she and the girls had gone next door and she had been given the job of relieving Paul's frustration, with Emily instructing and guiding her. She had had Paul laid out before her stark naked, and she had handled his erect penis with eager inexperience, and had even taken it into her mouth. She had loved the whole experience, and wanted to repeat it, and was happy to take any opportunity to see it once again.
The others relaxed, taking seats; Victoria pulling Ben into her chair next to her again. They had all of them seen Paul naked, and as attractive a sight as that was, they knew they could see him in all his glory pretty much anytime they wanted, so there was no urgency to their spectating.
Paul was not intending to put on a show though. Moving up close behind Alan, he looked across at Wendy and ran his eyes up and down her lovely body, just to firm himself up again, and then he unzipped himself, and using one hand to conceal himself, he used the other to pull his tumescent organ out of his pants.
"You'll need some lubrication" said Victoria.
Shit! Thought Paul, he'd not been thinking. He was about to zip himself up again, when Victoria said "Amy'll get it" and she gave Amy directions. Amy flew across the room, opened a drawer and took out a tube of KY jelly and sped over to Paul. Hoping to be able to help, Amy was disappointed when Paul took the tube from her and, dextrously flipping the top with one hand, he squirted a blob onto his glans. Keeping himself covered he rubbed it up and down, making sure he had a good coating.
"Come and sit down darling" said Victoria.
Amy stomped back to her chair, feeling sorry for herself, feeling that she had been cheated out of a valuable opportunity.
Paul, still keeping himself covered, pressed his penis against Alan's resisting anus, as Alan lay cowed and motionless over the arm of the chair, still crying. Paul thrust into him, and with the intent of getting this over and done with as quickly as possible, started pumping away without concern for Alan's flaming buttocks, or the pain this new experience might cause him.
Alan yelped, grunted, and wailed. This most alien of sensations took him completely by surprise, and suddenly, as if the realisation had only just dawned on him that he was actually being sodomised, he tried to stand up. Paul pushed him down again with ease, and continued his thrusting motions.
Everyone watched with fascination. None of them had seen this before, although Victoria and Emily had discussed it with Paul, and he had confessed he'd like to try it. The actuality of it, seeing it done for real before their very eyes, reassured them that it didn't seem so strange or terrible. It looked perfectly normal.
"Your turn next Ben" said Victoria smiling at him.
"No thanks. I'm alright" he said, mortified at the thought of having to do such a disgusting thing in front of everyone.
"Come on, it'll be good for you. You should give it a try" Victoria said encouragingly.
"No I don't want to, please Victoria, not in front of everyone" he whined.
"Alright, if you feel that strongly about it, but you'll have to try it some time, with Paul probably. How about that instead?" she asked.
Ben didn't like the inclusion of the word 'instead'. It seemed to imply to him that he had the choice of doing it later with Paul, or right now with Alan. It didn't seem to leave the option for not doing it at all. He did fancy Paul, and since later would likely be more private, he nodded. "Okay then" he said.
"Good boy. We have to try new things, it's important" she said.
Paul let out a small yelp as he came, squirting powerfully up Alan's arse. Alan let out a pitiful cry, and renewed his bawling; his humiliation complete. He couldn't bring himself to acknowledge that he'd just allowed himself to be taken up the arse by a boy, like some queer homo. Neither could he acknowledge the powerful feelings of lust and pleasure that were coursing through him, and he hoped that his rampant penis, currently flattened out of sight against the arm of the chair, would remain hidden.
Paul carefully withdrew and was about to put himself away again.
"Don't you dare!" shouted Victoria "You can't put that back in your pants it'll be filthy. You need to get it clean first."
Paul sighed. His chances of retaining his modesty were diminishing rapidly, but he knew that Victoria was right. What the hell, he thought, he wasn't that bothered about displaying himself. If it had been in front of strangers he'd have been embarrassed beyond belief, but with the girls here, well he was quite comfortable being naked in front of them, even Amy by now. Ben was new, but after this morning and his naked humiliation, he wasn't shy of being naked in front of him. That only left Alan and Wendy. He was intending to have sex with Wendy later, and he was looking forward to her playing with him, so that was no big deal, and she was naked herself. Alan, he really didn't care about. The boy was so broken now that he hardly existed, and after what he'd just done to him his penis was a totem of power and authority, not something to be hidden in embarrassment.
"I'll get a flannel" said Alison excitedly.
"No darling, no need" said Victoria "Alan made it all dirty, Alan should clean it." Victoria looked over at Alan who was still crying and still bent pathetically over the arm of the chair. "Alan, you'll lick Paul's penis clean. And make sure you do a good job of it, because if you don't I think we're going to have to revisit your bottom with my riding crop."
Alan squeezed his eyes shut and took a deep ragged breath. He couldn't believe he was suffering this nightmare. If it was a dream, and he'd never in his life had a dream like this before, he hoped it would end soon; now! But he knew it wasn't. He also knew he had no choice. He couldn't face another beating, he'd rather die, and as appalling the idea of licking Paul's penis would be, worsened by him having just removed it form his own arse, it was still preferable to the beating.
Alan rose painfully from the chair. The red skin on his bottom had tightened, and any bending or unbending motion was a painful experience. He pushed himself up with his hands, blushing, as he knew his rampant cock was now moving into view.
"Paul darling" said Victoria "You'd best get them down" she motioned a downwards gesture with her forefinger "otherwise he's not going to be able to get you clean properly." Paul grimaced briefly but began to undo his trousers. Of course everyone watched, but most especially Wendy and Ben.
Seeing Ben's interest, Victoria lowered her lips to his ear "So you like Paul then?" she asked.
"He's okay" said Ben.
"No I mean, you fancy him?" she continued.
"No" said Ben embarrassed that she should think such a thing, embarrassed that such a thing should be true. Victoria slid a hand into his lap again and gently felt his erection through the black denim of his trousers.
"I think you're telling porkies" said Victoria. Ben didn't know how to respond, or what to say, so he just squirmed uncomfortably.
"There's no need to be shy, my little tiger. We all like Paul, he's gorgeous. And later on, maybe not today, it depends how much time we've got, You and he can have a bit of a play with each other. You'd like that wouldn't you?" she said. Ben reddened, dropped his head down a little and remained silent.
"You are so cute when you get embarrassed" said Victoria stroking Ben's flushed cheek "You need to be careful with that you know, because you're just inviting people to embarrass you" she said and she brought the hand that had been resting in his lap up to his tummy and she tickled her fingers there for a second or two.
Ben curled up and giggled. "I'm not!" he complained, once he'd recovered, trying to work out how he could stop being cute.
Paul had dropped his trousers and boxers, and stood facing Alan. Alan had managed to stand himself up, but far from straight. His head was down, his shoulders hunched, making himself as small as possible. His whole body was pink with shame, while his cheeks, all four of them, were flaming red. His penis stood ramrod straight, up in the air, from a hairless groin. In contrast, Paul's was limp, hanging dormant but beautiful over a scrotum that had not yet quite began to hang low. Fine dark hairs skirted the top of his penis and a sprinkling decorated the sides towards, but not reaching, his scrotum. Pubescent, for sure, but still in the early stages. His bottom crested outwards at the back; a full and beautiful curve of adolescent flesh, just inviting people to pat it tenderly.
Wendy stared with amazement. The only other boy she'd ever seen naked was Alan, and he did nothing for her at all, except enrage her. Paul on the other hand, although he was younger than the kind of boy she usually dreamed about, was godlike in her eyes. She feasted on his bottom, and drank in the sight of his penis. She was heady with feelings of lust, and had to stop herself from just begging him to take her.
Ben was trying not to stare, after what Victoria had just been saying. But he did look, and he too felt a thrill of excitement at the sight of Paul's young adolescent body. He thought that maybe Victoria was right and he shouldn't be shy or ashamed; maybe it was okay to want to play with Paul, and have him play back. He remembered what Victoria had said about him doing to Paul what he had done to Alan, later on, and although the idea of it still repelled him, he couldn't help but be curious. Butterflies emerged in his stomach, and his willy attained a greater degree of rigidity.
"You're going to have be on your knees for this Alan" instructed Victoria "You're going to take Paul's penis in your mouth, and you are going to clean it thoroughly with your tongue. I want Paul absolutely spotless when you've finished. And if he comes in your mouth while you're doing it, you will not remove it or spit, you will just carry on, and keep licking it clean."
"He might need to stop for a little bit though" said Paul "Otherwise I'm not going to be able to cope"
"True" said Victoria "Well in which case, you do as I have just said, unless Paul tells you otherwise. You're to do whatever he tells you. Okay?"
Alan remained stood, immobile, until he sensed Victoria was abut to speak again, and he started to drop into a painful kneeling position. It took him a little while, but once he'd squatted down on his haunches, his crimson backside throbbing with pain, he dared to peek up at Paul's flaccid penis. He couldn't bring himself to do it. Somehow being buggered was different. He hadn't had to do anything, he had just led there and Paul had done it. In a way he wasn't responsible, didn't really have any involvement. This was different, he had to do it; he had to be involved; he had to take the lead. He remained a static heap of painful naked misery.
Continued in Chapter Twelve