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BY IAGO

Part 2

Six year ("Nearly seven!" he would have loudly insisted) Kyle
stared at the ceiling. He didn't have much choice. Daddy Kevin
and Uncle Ryan had tied him real tight to the bed. He tried to
move his hands and feet, but all he could manage was few inches.
He felt cool air blowing between his legs. He looked down and saw
his pee—no his penis, that's what Daddy Kevin wanted him to call
it—standing straight up in the air . He wanted to touch it, to
give himself that great feeling, what was that called, oh yeah an
'norgasm, that Daddy Kevin and Uncle Ryan had kept on giving him.
He even had felt it when they were sticking their big dicks in
him. Of course that hurted real bad too--worse than anything. For
a while it felt like he was being split wide open, like his
insides were all on fire. After a while, though that exciting
feeling started building up in his penis--a little like when he
had to go to the bathroom, only stronger and better. He wished
Daddy Kevin or Uncle Ryan would rub or kiss his penis in that
nice way they did before. For some reason a couple of he felt his
body getting an 'norgasm even with no touching his penis. He
wondered how that was possible.

He wondered about the test Daddy Kevin said he was going to get.
Would it be like the ones they gave at the Orphans School? He
didn't think so. After all, you were tied up naked for those
kinds of tests. He hoped it wasn't going to be hard. He was very
sleepy and kinda of sore all over.

There was a clanging noise. Kyle lifted his head and saw Uncle
Ryan was pushing something over to the bed. It looked like an
upside down vacuum cleaner with funny looking things sticking out
the top. They all had different things on the ends. One had
little rubber ball, another little stick like a pencil, but with
a rounder point. Two had little disks made of some kind of clear
stuff. The last one was clear hood thingy, which looked a little
like Kyle's penis. Kyle giggled at the notion. Maybe there were
going to put it over his penis. He remembered the field trip to
the dairy farm they had gone on last summer. They had stuck
things like that on the cows to get milk. Maybe the test was to
make his penis spurt the milky stuff that Daddy Kevin and Uncle
Ryan had spurted down his throat.

Daddy Kevin did something at the foot of the bed and top part
moved up. Now Kyle could see the whole room better. Uncle Ryan
was standing by the machine. He was touching a panel on its top.
Kyle cranned his head little as saw all kinds of dials and
buttons on it. Uncle Ryan then showed the panel to Daddy Kevin
who nodded. Uncle Ryan then pulled out two of the stick things
from the top of the machine and put them on Kyle's chest. They
were the ones with funny clear disks on the ends. Uncle Ryan
pulled them up and put them on Kyle's nipples. Daddy Kevin then
pulled out the one with the clear tube and put it over Kyle's
penis. Kyle giggled, "I'm not a moo cow Daddy Kevin, you can't
get milk from me."

Daddy Kevin laughed. "Not now, but when you're older you'll make
the same kind of milk that Uncle Ryan and I make. But that's not
what this is for." He pulled the pencil stick and put it on the
bed between Kyle's legs. "I'm going to have to put this in your
rear end, Kyle."

Kyle winced. "Daddy do you haf to?" he whined, "I'm sore down
inside there." "Yes, I know baby," Daddy Kevin stroked his tummy,
"but this is part of the test so it can't be helped. I promise
that it will just be a little uncomfortable first, but then it
will feel real nice. O.K.?"

"O.K., Daddy Kevin." Kyle gritted his teeth and closed his eyes
"Ow!" he cried as Daddy Kevin shoved the pencil thing up his
rear. It was cold and hard but didn't really hurt.

"Listen carefully, Kyle," Daddy Kevin said in a serious voice,
"we're going to start the test real soon. But before we can run
it the Stimulator," he pointed to the machine, "has to take some
measurements from your body."

"It needs to find out what happens to you when you have an
orgasm," Uncle Ryan explained.

"It's also going to find out how many orgasms you can have in a
short period of time," Daddy Kevin added.

"Oh wow!" While his first orgasm had been kinda of scary the
others just kept getting better and better. Then he thought of
something. "I thought I wasn't supposed to have any more
norgasms."

"Orgasms, Kyle, orgasms," Daddy Kevin corrected him. "You can
only have an orgasm if let you have one. For now we're going to
let you have a few. Now in order to make this a bit more
comfortable we're going to untie you. However you are to keep
your hands down at your sides. If you touch your penis or any
other part of your body you will be whipped. Understand!"

"Yes Daddy," the child whispered. Uncle Ryan untied Kyle's hands
and laid them down at his sides. "Remember you're not to touch
yourself at all , no matter what, or you'll get a good whipping."
Daddy Kevin untied his ankles and laid his feet together. He
gestured to Ryan who went and stood behind the Stimulator
machine. "This may tickle at first, Kyle," he warned the nervous
boy. "But those feelings should go away in a second." He pressed
a button.

Kyle took a deep breath and closed his eyes. At first there was
nothing, just a gentle buzzing sound. Then the things on his
nipples started vibrating gently. A second later it felt like his
penis was getting stroked again. The buzzing sound got louder.
Kyle gasped. His nipples were being tickled by a milllion tiny
feathers, while the tube thingy was getting tighter on his penis.
"Ohhh, ahhhh," Kyle's little mouth went wide. The sensations on
his nipples and penis were getting stronger and stronger. Now it
felt like they were being kissed and stroked and sucked and
rubbed, like it was before only a zillion times better.

Kyle wanted to put his hands on his nipples to make the feeling
even stronger; he wanted to grab his dick and rub it like he used
to sometimes at the Orphan's school. He had just moved his hands
up when Uncle Kyle reminded him, "Don't touch yourself, Kyle, or
we'll haveto whip you." In a shot his hands dropped to the bed.
At the Orphans school almost every boy had been whipped at least
once. Kyle, being mildly rowdy, had gotten it three times. The
last time was for talking back to a teacher. Kyle remembered:

"Strip!" Mister Rumdon screamed at the now frightened first
grader. "Take all your clothes right now!" Sobbing quietly Kyle
unbuttoned his shirt and slipped it off his narrow shoulders. He
bent down and untied his shoes, trying to do this as slowly as
possible. The teacher noticed. "For that young man you're going
to get 15, instead of just 10. Do you want to try for 20?" With
that incentive Kyle yanked off his shoes and socks, then stood up
and pulled off his jeans and underpants. "Stand against the
wall," the angry man had ordered. "Put your hands over your head.
Keep them there! If you let go we'll start all over." Kyle knew
this was no joke! He knew that Rumdon had once whipped a boy
nearly 100 times because the kid couldn't keep his hands on the
wall. "WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!" The teacher's strap set his
shoulders and upper back ablaze. "WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!"
The naked little boy screamed in agony from the lashes across his
skinny rear. Kyle sobbed and leaned hard into the wall to keep
from falling down. "WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!" Rumdon flogged
the boy's legs from thighs to calves.

Kyle never wanted to get that again! So he gripped the sheets in
his little fists with all his might. Now it didn't matter. The
great feelings in his penis and nipples simply were too strong.
His arms and legs where twitching back and forth, he couldn't
control them. His hips jerked up down for the stick was now
shooting bolts of pure pleasure up his ass.

"UHH! UHHHHH OOOOH! UHHUO!" Kyle could feel his heart pounding
against his ribs like a frightened kid trying to get out of a
locked bedroom. His chest and neck arched forward, his head
lolled back and forth against the bed.

Suddenly Kyle's torso jerked forward as his legs jerked backward
kicking high in the air. One, two, three, four, six times, they
kicked in sync with the insane jerks of his penis. Kyle
collapsed, amazed at how great orgasm felt Nothing Daddy Kevin or
Uncle Ryan had did to his dick made it feel so good. He wished it
would never end. Seconds later he nearly got his wish. He went up
on his shoulders and heels, screaming in little boy ecstasy as
the second machine generated orgasm tore through him. Then he got
another, then another, then another.

Kyle lay back on the bed, his small body soaked with little boy
sweat. Then he felt something hot and wet hitting his chest and
tummy. He looked up. Daddy Kevin and Uncle Ryan were standing
over him with their great big dicks in their hands. They were
moving their hands real fast on their dicks. As they did white
stuff spurted out and landed all over him.

"Congratulations," Daddy Kevin wiped his sticky dick across
Kyle's chest, "you've shown that you can have multiple orgasms;
that's not very common even among sexy little boys like you."

"Ho, ho, how many did I have?" Kyle gasped.

"Five in six minutes," Uncle Ryan answered. "Quite good, though I
do believe the record is thirty two in fifteen minutes."

"Tell you what Kyle," Daddy Kevin gave patted him playfully, "if
you pass the test we'll let you try for that record."

"Oh wow!" Kyle couldn't wait.