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BY IAGO

Part 3

"Do I hafta be tied up," Kyle complained as we pulled his arms
and legs toward the bed's four corners. "I won't touch myself.
Promise!"

"Sorry fellow, but that's the rule," I answered putting putting
the ball switch in his right hand. "Hold on to that good and
tight, Kyle."

With the boy securely tied to the bed again I reset the
Stimulator and told him what he had to do. "This is a pretty
simple test. But most boys have to take five or six times before
they pass. This what you will need to do. The Stimulator is going
to make your nipples, penis and prostate—that's a little gland
inside your rear end— feel good like it just did. Only this time
when it senses you're about to get that real exciting feeling—an
orgasm—a buzzer is going to sound. When you here the buzzer
you'll have ten seconds to squeeze the ball in your fist real
hard. That will turn the Stimulator off for a minute, so the nice
feelings will go away." "In other words," Ryan interjected, "this
will stop you from having an orgasm."

"Right," I went on. "If you don't squeeze the ball hard enough in
ten seconds, you'll get a little electric shock, like this" I
sent a half second burst to Kyle's right nipple. "Ow!" Kyle
yelped. "During the test the the shock will be bit stronger," I
warned him. "If after five seconds you still haven't squeezed the
ball hard enough, you'll get a second, stronger shock. If five
seconds after that you still haven't stopped the Stimulator, a
bell will ring and we'll have to stop the test. Then . . "

"We'll punish you," Ryan gave a convincingly evil laugh. The
first punishment is a whipping. Fifty lashes if you fail the test
during the first five minutes. Thirty lashes if you fail it after
seven minutes, twenty if fail during the last three minutes."

"In case you forgot your arithmetic, that means the test will be
ten minutes long," I added helpfully. "The second time it will be
15 minutes. If you flunk the punishment will be one hour of
electric shock torture."

"The third try will last 20 minutes. That will be your last
chance for today, because if you fail then, you will be crucified
till your bedtime." Kyle started crying. ""You've been crucified
before, haven't you. At the Home." Kyle nodded tearfully and
started sobbing again. "Well, we really can't run the test if
you're in that state," Ryan said gently. "Why don't you tell us
all about it."

[KYLE] "We were in the showers. I was next to my friend
Tony--he's nearly nine, but he is in my class. He was playing
with his dick, making it go up and down and swinging it from side
to side. We're not supposed to do things like that.

Just then there was a lot of noise. Teacher McLavin–he's real
mean– had grabbed one of the kids and was whacking his bare
behind with his belt. The other kids just ran into the changing
room.

"Hey Kyle," Tony nudged my on the shoulder, "Let's go into the
storage closet and play."

Tony switched the light on and stood there for a moment. Then he
started took his pee-sorry I mean his penis–between his fingers
and started moving them up and down real fast. Pretty soon his
dick was standing straight out.

"Why don't you try this, Kyle?" He was looking at my dick kinda
funny, like he wanted to touch it real bad. It wasn't as big as
Tony's but I could feel it getting harder. I was gettin' a funny
feeling into too. It sort of made me want to touch it. I started
rubbing myself and the feeling got stronger and better. Tony
watched me for a second then started rubbing his dick real fast.
He closed his eyes and was making funny groaning noises. I guess
he was going to have an orgasm. I rubbed my dick a few more times
then I just stopped and looked at Tony. He was swaying back and
forth and moaning. I thought he was sick or summthin. I was gonna
to get help when the door swung home..."

At this point Kyle's narrative became rather incoherent. Somewhat
later I obtained the school security tapes which had recorded the
entire incident from start to finish.

Two large figures in maroon sweat suits grabbed the scrambling
little boys and put them over their knees. "WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!
WHAP! WHAP!" Large hands smacked small bare buttocks again and
again. But that was only the beginning.

"Dirty little boys like you need to get a special cleaning to
drive those filthy thoughts out of your minds," one of the men
bellowed at the sobbing children. "And I have just the thing for
that!" They took the boys over to a pair of stools and lay them
face up across the seats, tying their wrists and ankles to the
legs. Then one got a stiff scrub brush and waved it in front of
their eyes. It looked brand new and tough enough to clean off a
year's worth of crud. "This will drive the devil out of you, I'll
wager," he said, drawing slowly across Kyle's cheek.

The little boy howled, more in panic than pain, since the guy
didn't really rub hard at all. No streak marks, you see. Things
didn't stay like that, though. The brush went briskly across
Kyle's chest from arm pit to arm pit. The man leaned forward to
apply more force as the stiff bristles scrapped against Kyle's
nipples. Kyle and Tony were both screaming in agony now, angry
red marks covering their upper bodies.

The torturers switched aim now. Starting with each tiny foot they
moved their brushes up and down their legs. The one torturing
Kyle then scrubbed his abdomen from pubic arch to beneath his rib
cage. Kyle's yells were drowned out though by Tony's shrieks, for
obvious reasons. The tape showed one of the man torturing his
penis and scrotum with his brush. The other man soon started
doing this to the six year old. He brought the brush back to
Kyle's upper thighs, gently touching them. Carefully,
relentlessly, the brush traced an ever shrinking circle from the
top of Kyle's slender thighs to the base of his penis. The first
grader was screaming at the top of his lungs even though it
appeared that the man was barely touching his skin. Finally he
made his move. Lifting the boy's smooth scrotum in his fingers he
smacked it smartly with the brush, then drew it quickly across
his penis.

Kyle nearly jerked the stool over in his agony. The man savagely
squeezed his testicles with one hand while beating his penis with
brush with the other. Again and again the bristles tormented the
small organ.

After three or four minutes of this–which must have seen an
eternity to the little boy–little did he know what we had in
store him–he and his friend were untied then turned over, so
there stomachs were resting on the stool seats. This made their
little asses the perfect target for a good whipping. Which they
then received, 12 strokes for Kyle, twice as many for his older
companion. But even this wasn't the end of it.

The two boys were dragged outside to the playground, still stark
naked. It was a nice sunny day, albeit rather muggy. They were
harnessed to the merry go round and ordered to push it. The
teachers stood between the boys, one holding a whip, the other a
medium sized cattle prod. Whenever one of the boys faltered he
was whipped or zapped with electric shocks. Being smaller Kyle
got it worse.

'SWOOSH," the whip hissed through air. "CRAACK!" A thin red line
appeared across the small shoulders. "AYIEEEE!" the anguished cry
was followed almost immediately by another "SWOOSH! CRAACK," and
then another and another. Kyle simply hung there while the men
took turns whipping his small bare body. Then they went after him
with the cattle prods. One shocked his infant penis and
testicles, while the other did his lower back and buttocks. Kyle
would stagger around a few more times, more often simply being
dragged by Tony who was having his own problems.

After two more floggings and electric torture sessions Kyle was
taken down and carried to another part of the play field were two
small wooden crosses lay waiting. He appeared barely conscious,
his head lolling against one shoulder as they laid him down on
the smaller cross. His wrists and ankles were secured tightly to
it with plastic ties. The cross was then lifted and set in a pre
dug hole.

The sudden pain in his arms and shoulders snapped him out of his
semi-stupor. He jerked and struggled against his bonds. His head
was thrown back hard, the muscles of his neck standing out like
wires beneath the skin. Kyle struggled to stand as high on his
toes and as stretched out as possible in order to relieve the
incredible pain in his arms and wrists. His entire body shook
with the pain, his chest shrinking and then quickly expanding as
he sucked in short gasps of air between screams. At last Kyle ran
out of either air or energy and his screaming lowered to just as
steady moaning. His eyes appeared glazed over as his chin dropped
momentarily to his chest. After a while he started screaming
again. Again his head was thrown back hard and a long terrible
scream came from his stretched and tortured body. His belly
sucked in tight, causing his rib cage to be even more apparent at
it's lowest point. His head had dropped back and his entire
weight was resting on his outstretched arms Every muscle in his
body twitched as he struggled to pull himself upright. From time
to time one the men would jab his penis or his nipples with a
electric shock prod, sending fresh waves of torment through the
little boy.

Kyle's crucifixion lasted about two hours, Tony's about twice as
long. I found out that Tony had been sold to one of our
competitors a few days after this. It had been his third
crucifixion, so by this time the school must of figured he was
not going follow the rules.

"Well, Kyle, I think we understand why you didn't like us
touching your penis this morning." Ryan patted him on the head.
"I hope you understand that it's perfectly all right to touch
yourself to make you feel good. That is called masturbation and
almost everybody does this."

"And it's also all right if another person touches you like that
too," I added. "Well it looks like you're going to try real hard
to pass the test, aren't you."

Kyle nodded, blue eyes wide with fear. "Because you can be sure,"
I went on as Ryan untied the boy's legs and adjusted the wrist
restraints to give his arms more play, "that if we have to
crucify you it will be lot worse.