A NICE LITTLE BUSINESS

By Tommy

Joe yawned and put down his newspaper to check his side mirror. 
Parked just round the corner on a small country lane, the edge of
the mirror gave him a good view of at least two hundred yards
behind his van.

He checked his watch.  The secondary school must have finished by
now.  His mouth felt dry.  This was always the most dangerous
part. Despite all his experience, his careful preparations,
attention to detail and various contingency plans in place, he
knew the risk he was taking.

It wasn't as if he needed the money. He had enough hidden away in
offshore accounts and Swiss vaults to keep him in luxury for the
rest of his life.  So why was he doing it?  Okay, he enjoyed what
he did and keeping his clients happy.  He shrugged.  Maybe he
just enjoyed it too much.

He thought about the news item he'd just heard on the radio.  Two
young boys missing for nearly a year, just found by police living
rough in a warehouse in south London, drunk and heavily drugged.
The amount of hard drugs found in their possession suggested
they'd been part of one of the many gangs in the area, though
police stressed this couldn't be sure, especially given their
very young age. Joe had laughed.  As usual, he'd had a lot of
help from his clients in arranging that. By the time they managed
to get any sort of coherent story out of the kids, the police
would no doubt find most of it hard to believe.

He saw something in the mirror and squinted.  He was coming! 
Please let him be alone! If the kid was walking home with a
friend, it would ruin everything.

Joe took a deep breath.  How long had he prepared this? Probably
three or four weeks?  Days and days driving round, watching the
kids leaving their schools, noting who went where, the shortcuts
they took, suitable places to park, alternative routes out of the
area, even the locations of local police stations. Carefully
examining each boy who made it to his so called short list,
crossing off those too young or too old, who didn't possess that
certain feminine look, pert bottom and that little cheeky and
innocent expression that was so much in demand.

The boy was getting closer.  Joe breathed a sigh of relief.  This
was the one he'd chosen. Yes, that was definitely him, and he was
alone.  Let's hope he'd chosen well.

***

Dominic kicked a stone and watched it fly into the ditch at the
side of the road.  He looked through the trees on his right. 
He'd made a den in there a few weeks ago.  Maybe call on Trevor
when he got home and go over there again. Better go quickly
though, before Mummy checked his satchel and saw the comments
from his Maths teacher. He'd probably get another slap on the bum
for that and a long lecture. He sniffed and wiped his nose on his
sleeve. What a day!  Two months into his first year at secondary
school.  Why did they give so much homework?

He turned the corner and grinned.  A van was at the side of the
road, its back doors open, a man in white clothes and checked
apron standing and looking down at a pile of bread and cakes that
had fallen out.  The man turned, saw Dominic and shook his head,
laughing.  A sign embroidered on the front of his apron read
'Millfield Bakery'.

"Give us a hand will you?" he said, starting to pile the bread
back into a large plastic crate.  "There'll be a few quid in it
for you."

Dominic nodded shyly and started to pick up the cakes. His Dad
hadn't given him any pocket money this week.  A few pounds would
be great!

Joe shut one of the doors and pulled the other open as wide as he
could.  "Just slide the crate right to the end."

For a second, Dominic wondered why on earth the man hadn't left
both doors open.  Wouldn't it be easier?  He lifted the crate and
put it in the back.

"Best to get right in and push it to the back" said Joe, picking
up more loaves. "You'll see a little hook it clips on."

He watched the young schoolboy start to climb up into the van and
licked his lips.  So far, so good.  The boy's school blazer rode
up and Joe saw the boy's black trousers stretched tight over a
large pert bottom. Hmm, that looked so good!

The boy looked back at Joe.  "I can't see any clip."

Joe swallowed.  Shit he'd chosen well this time!  The kid was
probably between eleven and thirteen, not exactly podgy, but
replete with just the right amount of puppy fat, fair curly hair
and twinkling light brown eyes.

"Hang on a tick, I'll show you."

Dominic looked at the corner of the van, searching for somewhere
to clip on the crate and felt it shake as the man jumped in.  He
saw the man's hand reach under an old blanket. Okay, it was under
there.  He hadn't seen.  Now to.

Something touched his shoulder.  There was a crackling sound and
then a wave of pain hit him. He opened his mouth but no sound
came. Large hands caught him as he fell. A sickly smell in his
nostrils.  Couldn't breath, couldn't.  Darkness.

The drive to one of his safe houses took three hours.  The van,
all bakery insignia and false number plates removed, was parked
in the double garage.  Joe yawned.  How long had he rented this
place?  Must be four years now.  Of course he paid over double
the normal rent, but at least the landlord left him alone and
never asked for any papers.  Not that it would have mattered
anyway.  Joe was very proud of his collection of forged
documents!

Sliding the sleeping boy carefully to the doors of the van, he
jumped down. He felt the boy's pulse and slapped his face
lightly.  The electric stun gun was a doddle, but the chloroform
was always a bit hit and miss. Good, still well under. Should be
good for another hour or so, then give him a bit more when he
looked like waking up.  What time was it?   Seven o'clock.  Okay,
so home about nine.  He took a sandwich from his pocket and
crammed it in his mouth.  Bugger, he'd been hungry!

Finally able to have a better look at the boy, Joe chuckled and
brushed the boy's curly hair away from his eyes.  Wow, he really
was a pretty one!   He opened the brown school satchel the boy
had carried over his shoulder and quickly looked through the
books inside.  Terrible handwriting! So the boy's name was
Dominic Sanders and he was twelve years old.  Joe frowned.  Quite
young looking for his age.  Hmm, so what about 'down there'?  He
undid the boy's trousers and pulled the zip down.  He laughed. 
Action Man underpants! They looked funny!  He eased the front of
the pants down and slid his other hand in, pulling the boy's
genitals into view.  He whistled.  Not bad, not bad at all!  One
thing he couldn't stand was ugly, funny shaped cocks on young
boys.  Dominic had quite a nice little cock, though a lot of
foreskin at the end, as usual.  Not to worry though. He ran his
hand carefully over the boy's penis and testicles. Fantastic!  Oh
great!  Although mostly smooth, he could feel a few soft hairs
here and there.  Perfect! The boy was already in puberty. That
always made things much easier and kept the clients happy. Over
the years it had become clear which boys were most in demand by
his clients.  It wasn't easy, but he'd become quite skilled at
spotting likely candidates.  A boy that hadn't reached puberty at
all would still attract clients, but the real money earners were
those whose sexual awakening had already commenced, yet still
possessed the looks of an innocent preteen.

He zipped the boy's trousers back up and picked him up.  Shit he
was heavy!  A few yards away stood an old range rover and he
placed the boy in the back.

Joe straightened up, yawned and stretched. Two more hours and
he'd be home. He'd stop briefly at the hotel halfway, with free
wifi, download the encrypted messages from his clients, get the
boy to bed, have a few beers, then an early night for him too! 
After all, tomorrow was going to be quite a busy day!

***

His head hurt and he felt sick.   Dominic rolled over and pulled
the bed sheets up to his head.  They felt different. It took him
a few seconds to realize that something was wrong.

Not his bed!  The light in the corner?  Where.?    His heart
beating faster, he sat up and looked around.  Like a hospital. 
All white.  He had to pee!  Not just pee but.

The light in the corner was actually from another room and he
arrived in the small bathroom just in time.  Having peed for what
seemed ages, he suddenly fell to his knees and vomited violently
into the toilet.  For what seemed like years, he crouched there,
his head throbbing and waves of nausea wracking his young body.
Finally, he hauled himself up to the basin and drank eagerly from
the tap until finally dragging himself back to the small low bed
and falling asleep.

It was all a bad dream of course.  Any second now and the dream
would end and he'd be in his usual bed, his mummy waking him up
for school, the smell of toast downstairs, the silly squeals of
his young sister as she tried to beat him to the bathroom.

But the voice of his mummy never came.  He turned over on his
right side and screwed his eyes up tight.  What a dream!

Dim memories of the day before suddenly resurfaced.  Then his
stomach.  He was hungry!  Dream or no dream, he was really
hungry!

He opened his eyes and saw a strange ceiling.  The bed felt warm
and comfortable, but it wasn't his own!

Oh, and his pyjamas were.?

He slid his hand down under the sheets and felt his willy.  Like
all young boys, he gripped it tightly as though reassuring
himself that all was well. But..

No pyjamas!  But.  He ran his hand over his tummy.  He was
wearing something.  A teashirt?

Reality hit him hard and he sat up, looking around him.  The
white room resembled a hospital ward and he expected a nurse to
enter at any second.  A plastic beaker of orange juice stood on a
table next to the bed and he drained it in one go.

He blinked and tried to remember.

"Mummy?"

He couldn't hear a thing.

"Daddy?  Mummy?  Mummy?"

He started to cry.  What had happened?  He remembered walking
back from school, helping a man get some bread into his van
and..?

"Mummy!!"

"Hello?"

He looked round the room again, wiping tears from his eyes. 
Apart from the bed and the small table, there was nothing else. 
No windows, no furniture, nothing.

Near one corner was a door.  He got out of bed and tried the
handle.  It wouldn't budge.

"Hello?  Mummy?   Anyone?"

He went in the bathroom to pee and remembered throwing up.  Had
the man done something to him?  He'd felt so sick before!

Now he felt hungry.  Very hungry. He looked around the bathroom,
then the main room.  Nothing!

Where were his clothes?  He couldn't remember getting undressed
and the teashirt wasn't his.  He felt it.  Thick white cotton, a
bit tight though, and too short. Where on earth were his clothes?

He saw something under the bed and crouched down.  A pair of
brown leather sandals.  They definitely weren't his, but they
fitted him perfectly.

"Hello!  Please!  Anyone?"

He tried the door again, then sat on the bed, head in his hands,
sobbing loudly. What was going on?  What had happened?  He wanted
to go home!  Please!

Suddenly he became aware of something round his neck.  He felt it
with his fingertips. A thin plastic sort of collar, but with
something like wire inside.  He tried to find the clasp but
couldn't.  What was it?  How to get it off?

"I wouldn't do that if I were you!"

He jumped with fright and looked round at the door.  He hadn't
heard the man open it.  The same man as he'd seen at the van, he
was sure.

Joe smiled. "Whatever you do, don't try to take it off.  Could be
very dangerous!"

He looked at the terrified boy and chuckled.   "Hello Dominic. I
hope you slept well.  Here, you better eat this."

Joe handed him a small plate of bread, ham and cheese and placed
another large beaker of juice on the table.  He squinted at the
other one.  Yes, the boy had drunk everything.  Good!  The drugs
should calm his stomach and take the edge off his fear.  Oh yes,
had to keep them quiet!

"Who are you?" asked Dominic, his voice trembling.  Tears ran
down his cheeks as he thrust a large piece of cheese in his
mouth.  "Can I go home?  How do you know who I am? Where's mummy?
Is she coming for me?"

Joe sighed and sat down on the bed next to Dominic. He gave him a
quick hug and kissed his head, laughing at the way the boy froze.
The aroma emanating from his young sweaty body was intoxicating.
Shit, what a cutie!

"I'm going to be honest with you Dominic.   Yes, you will go
home, and that's a promise, but not for a little while yet."

He saw the look of dismay and despair in the boy's eyes.  Of
course, he wouldn't be going home for at least six months, but
the boy didn't have to know that yet!

"You see Dominic, we're running a sort of training exercise here
and about three weeks ago we picked you to be one of the
students.  It's a bit complicated and I'm not going to go into
too many details."

The boy was eating slowly, his eyes on the floor in front of him,
trying to take it all in.

"But.but nobody said anything."  Dominic felt a glimmer of hope.
Was this all something to do with the school?  Perhaps Mummy and
Daddy had forgotten and.

Joe guessed what he was thinking.  "Nobody knows you're here
Dominic.  Nobody!  It used to be a huge cellar underneath an old
house.  Then we converted it into a sort of secret place. Like a
house underground."

He stood up and looked down at the small boy, a sudden feeling of
pity for the poor lad.

"Look Dominic, you may as well face the truth.  You're here
whether you like it or not.  I know it's going to take some time
for it to sink in and you're going to have plenty of crying to
get out of your system."

Dominic looked at him through a sea of tears.  What had he just
said?  He couldn't go home??

"But..but what course?  What's a training course?  I don't want
to do a course.  Why."

"The course will last between two and three weeks, or possibly
longer or shorter  depending on how hard you work.  There's
another boy already started, Jeremy.  He's been here two days
now. When the course finishes, you'll be assessed by examiners
and awarded grades."   He chuckled at the description of his
clients.  Examiners? Oh that was good!  "Then, after the
assessments, you'll be allowed to go home."

Dominic wiped his eyes and shook his head.  "But . but why?  I
mean, what."

Joe leant against the wall and grinned.  "The course?  Oh well,
basically you'll be learning how to be a nice little pleasure
boy."

"What's one of those?"  Dominic asked in a winy voice. He blinked
and wiped his nose on his arm.

"A pleasure boy?"  Joe licked his lips and tried not to laugh. 
"Well, it's a boy who makes men very happy.  Very happy indeed!"

He looked at his watch.  "Anyway, it's already ten o'clock."  He
pointed to the plate.  "I want every scrap eaten and the plate
washed up in the bathroom.  I'll be back in exactly one hour and
we can get started, okay?"

The man turned to go.

"B..but I.. I mean."

Joe turned.  "What?"

"I can't find my clothes."

"The only clothes you need are those you're wearing" said Joe
patiently.  The temperature here is quite high and you only need
a teashirt.

"But I don't have any. any underpants or trousers."  Dominic
blushed.

Joe saw how the boy was sitting, legs together, the plate
covering his groin.

"They're not allowed during the course" he explained quietly. 
"You wear a teashirt, and only a teashirt.  Now then."  He
suddenly banged his forehead with his hand. Shit, almost forgot!

He looked at Dominic sitting on the bed, a picture of misery. 
Poor kid suddenly looked a lot younger than his twelve years.

"Before I leave, I have to explain about the discipline here." He
had the boy's full attention.

"I'm a great believer in corporal punishment and you'll be
experiencing a great deal of it during the course. To be honest
though, it's not a real punishment because it actually forms part
of the course itself."

Dominic looked confused.  "What's colporal punishment?"  His high
pitched voice shook.

"Corporal punishment" Joe corrected him, laughing.  "It means
like when boys are spanked and caned, that sort of thing.  They
used to do it a lot when I was at school.  Unfortunately they're
not allowed to use it any more."

Dominic understood.  His Dad had often talked about the famous
'six of the best' when he was at school.  His Dad almost never
spanked him, but he often felt his mother's hand on his backside.

"However, the real punishments are far more severe" continued
Joe.  He pointed to a long metallic object hanging from his belt.
"This is an electric stun gun. The pain is excruciating! So be
warned!"

He paused and fingered a small remote control in his pocket.

"The collar you're wearing is a small version of the stun gun. 
So if you ever refuse to come when I call, I can operate it from
here."  He showed the scared boy the small orange controller. 
"Of course, if I ever have to do this, you'll get an extra dose
afterwards!"

He looked to see if the boy had understood.  It had taken him
months to get the collars just right and he was proud of his
handiwork.  The series of tiny lithium batteries and transformer
inside the plastic sleeve were only sufficient for about three or
four shocks before they'd need replacing, but this was quite
enough.  Two tiny pieces of wire less than a millimeter long
protruded from the plastic just behind the boy's neck.

"I'm sorry Dominic, but for your own good, you have to see
exactly how it feels.  Bear in mind though that the collar isn't
as painful as the real thing!  Put the plate on the table!"

Dominic did as he was told.  What did he mean? How could a collar
do anything? Why couldn't he go home?  Please!

The room seemed to explode in light and a wave of pure agony
gripped his young body. Every nerve seemed to be on fire. He
tried to scream, to plead with the man, but couldn't.

Joe watched the boy slide off the bed and fall to the ground,
limbs twitching uncontrollably, his face screwed up in pain.

"Remember what it feels like!  Just remember!"

The door clicked shut.  From deep within his agony, Dominic heard
the sound of a bolt being pulled across.

It was two hours, not one, until Dominic heard the door being
opened again. Joe entered, another plastic cup of juice in his
hand.

He grunted with satisfaction.  The kid still looked terrified,
but the tears had stopped. He sniffed the air.  Obviously the boy
needed a proper shower!  Never mind.

Dominic was sat in the same place, on the edge of the bed. He saw
the man looking at him and reddened, covering his groin with his
hands.

"Here, drink this!"  He gave him the cup and held out some pills
in the other hand. "Take these as well.  They'll make you feel
better."

Dominic took the pills, his hand shaking and swallowed them,
taking noisy gulps of the juice.  Joe chuckled.  Obviously the
boy wasn't going to risk another demonstration of the collar!  He
saw the last pill go down and grinned.  The daily drug regime was
an important part of the training.  Yes, one of them was a Kids
multi mineral and vitamin pill, but the others consisted of
various weak anti- depressant and sedative type drugs designed to
keep the kids calm as well as a small dose of cialis and viagra,
a combination that Joe had long discovered ideal for giving young
boys the most amazing erections.  He looked at his watch.  The
viagra usually started working after about twenty minutes.  The
cialis took a bit longer, but lasted the whole day.

"Well, I guess you really need a good shower, hmm, but maybe we
can go and meet Jeremy first and see how he's getting on."  Joe
tousled the boy's hair and took the empty cup from him and placed
it on the table.

"Come on then!"  He smiled and offered his hand.

He saw Dominic hesitate for a fraction of a second, then stand
and take his hand. The cool air wafting over his legs suddenly
reminded the boy of his predicament and he stuck his hand in his
crotch, his face going bright red.

"No Dominic!  Your other hand by your side please."

He blushed an even deeper shade of red and moved his hand.

Joe took him out of the room and down a corridor to a large
strong looking door. Fiddling about with a combination padlock,
he swung it open and led the boy through, carefully locking it
after him.  Round a corner and another similar door.  Down some
steps and suddenly the walls looked cleaner and the floor
polished.

"Just through here and.."

Joe pressed a few buttons above the handle and swung it open.
"Come on!"

He pushed the boy gently in front of him, admiring his smooth
white thighs and firm young  buttocks, flared out and accentuated
by the tight teashirt.  Shit, the kid had a nice bum!  A perfect
half moon!  He felt his cock straining in his trousers and
groaned with frustration.  Control yourself!  He sighed. Randy
sod!

Dominic walked round the corner into a large living room.  No
windows, but rugs, pictures, television, furniture and large
couches and armchairs made it look comfortable.

"Through there!"

He felt the man's hand on his shoulder and walked straight on,
through another door into a hallway.

"What did I tell you about your hands?"

Dominic swallowed nervously and moved his hands away from his
groin.  "Sorry, I."

"You use sir when you speak to me" said Joe quietly.

"Yes .yes sir..sorry sir."

"Touch your toes!"

Dominic bit his lip and a tear ran down his cheek.  Please ... 
He saw the look in the man's eyes and bent over.

The sight of the boy presenting his large juicy bottom made Joe
feel suddenly very hot.  Oh fuck, look at that!

He ran his hand lightly over the boy's right buttock and gave it
a light slap.  "Right, now don't do it again.  Come on!"

Dominic straightened up, the look on his face making Joe laugh.
"Don't worry.  It's your first day.  But they get a lot harder
from now on!"

"Anyway, this is our bedroom." he said, opening a door.  "With en
suite bathroom of course."  He laughed.  He felt like a hotel
porter.

Dominic went inside.  The room was enormous, a large king-sized
bed at one end and thick white rugs strewn around. Mirrors
decorated most of the walls and there seemed to be security
cameras in each corner.

He followed the man to the other rooms, a second bathroom and
bedroom, small kitchen, storerooms and doors that the man didn't
open.  Joe nodded at one of them.  That one's the Dungeon room"
he explained, a thin smile on his face.  "I hope you never have
to see what's inside!"

The next room made Dominic stare with surprise.  It looked like
an old classroom from some of the programmes he'd seen on
television.  Two small wooden desks faced a raised platform on
which stood a larger desk - the schoolmaster's.  Old books on
shelves, a globe, blackboard, chalk. He looked around himself in
amazement.  The far end seemed to be full of lights and video
cameras.

"Hmm, some of the examiners like to make films" said Joe,
grinning.  "You know, about schoolboys in the olden days.  They
have to be as real as possible."

The last door was at the end of the corridor.  Dominic could hear
music and something else, like running or something.  Joe pushed
it open and the boy's eyes widened. This was the largest room
yet!  It appeared to be half gym, half living room, exercise
machines, tables and cupboards along the walls, a small bed,
chairs, cameras on tripods, another door on the right leading to
what looked like another bathroom and what appeared to be another
room further ahead.

The music was coming from a computer on one of the tables.  The
running noise was from a large electronic treadmill upon which a
boy was running fast, panting loudly.  Dominic saw the boy was
dressed exactly as himself, nothing but a teashirt and sandals.

The boy turned his head and looked at him for a second in
astonishment, but didn't stop running.  Dominic judged him to be
about the same age as himself, maybe slightly younger. The boy's
arms and legs glistened with sweat. It wasn't this however that
caught Dominic's attention. In contrast to the boy's smooth lily
white legs, his bottom was bright red!  He squinted and saw faint
dark lines running across both buttocks. What on earth?

Joe walked to a table on the opposite wall and pointed to a
computer and documents strewn about.  "This is where the course
is organized.  The day is divided into different time slots and
the computer displays the assignment for each slot."

He ran his finger down the edge of the screen. "A lot of the
assignments have to explained quite carefully, so it will say
which folder and file to click on.  It's all very
straightforward."

Joe looked at Jeremy on the treadmill and then back at the
computer, pointing at the time displayed.  "Another five minutes
and he'll be finished."

"You see Dominic, the course is designed for two boys, but
Jeremy's been on his own for two days." He laughed.  "Usually, I
only come here in the evening to assess your progress.  I'm a
busy man, so you won't see me for most of the time, and to be
quite frank, the course is quite self-explanatory."

He waved to the end of the room and they walked through a small
archway into what seemed like a dim annex dominated by what
looked like an elaborate workbench, a wide padded surface with a
series of wooden slats on adjustable metal supports.

"This is the punishment bench" explained Joe, enjoying the look
of shock on the boy's face.  "As you can see, it's plenty wide
enough for two!"  He laughed.  "Not just for everyday corporal
punishments like spankings and things like that" he added
quickly.  "I don't count those as real punishments because
they're part of the course. I use this mostly for caning your
bottoms and occasionally for a dose of this"  He tapped the long
thin metal device in his belt.  "You've already felt how the
collar feels and as I explained, the collar isn't as powerful as
this.   Not only that, the electricity works differently
depending on where it's applied."  He licked his lips.  "If it's
applied close to a muscle or a bone, like where your collar is
for example, the pain goes through your whole body."  He ran his
finger down the stun gun and tapped the end.  "But if it's
applied to a soft fleshy part of the body, then all the
electricity doesn't travel as far and all the pain gets
concentrated in just that one place!   I'm afraid to say that
Jeremy had a dose yesterday morning and two doses the day before!
This morning he was lucky and got away with just a caning. You
know something?  I think that Jeremy's going to be a very good
little boy today!"

They heard a ringing noise from the computer.  "Well, the first
morning exercise session is over" said Joe, clapping his hands. 
"Come on!"

Jeremy was standing next to the treadmill, hands on his knees,
face red from exertion.  He saw the man coming and stood up
straight, hands by his sides, glancing nervously  first at Joe,
then at Dominic.

Joe laughed and quickly checked the reading on the treadmill. 
"Oh well done! Just over ten miles!"

He gave Dominic a hug. "This is Dominic, twelve years old, like
you, and ready to start the course."

Dominic gazed at the exhausted boy wondering if he'd seen him
before.  No, not from his school.  Jeremy stared at him, his
short dark brown straight hair contrasting completely with
Dominic's blond curls.  They were about the same height, though
Jeremy had less puppy fat clinging to him.  Dominic's eyes ran
down over the boy's teashirt to his groin area. He blushed but
stared for a few seconds.  Why was his willy so red at the end? 
It looked sore and.  In the first year of puberty, apart from the
usual childish experiments with masturbation that all young boys
perform under the bedclothes, Dominic had still not paid a great
deal to how his little manhood actually looked.  Nevertheless, it
was obvious that Jeremy had a thicker one than him and the bit at
the end wasn't all covered with skin like his was.

Joe chuckled and put his arm round Jeremy's shoulders.  To
Dominic's surprise, the boy turned his head and let the man kiss
him on the lips.

"Ouch, that still looks sore" said Joe, looking down at the boy's
penis.  "I hadn't realized just how tight your foreskin was."

Dominic watched in horror as the man reached down and took the
boy's penis gently in his hand.  This was sick!  Feelings of
revulsion gave way to astonishment.  Almost immediately, Jeremy's
penis started to stiffen, like a snake raising its head, it rose
slowly up till it was horizontal.

"Hmm, after your shower, put plenty of cream from the brown tube
on it" said Joe, examining the tip closely.  "It'll be fine in a
few hours."  He gave Jeremy another hug.  "Oh, and use plenty of
jelly next time you wank, okay?"

Jeremy nodded.  "Yes sir."

Dominic stared.  What had the man said?

"Talking of which"  Joe kissed Jeremy's cheek.  "Morning
specimen?"  He tousled the boy's hair and raised his eyebrows.

Jeremy ran to the bathroom and returned with a small but wide
transparent plastic flask with a red screw-on lid. Joe held it up
to the light and sighed.  "Not much is there!"

He showed the flask to Dominic who squinted and saw about four
drops of a whitish liquid on the bottom and sides.

"During the course, you have to masturbate at least four times a
day" he explained, watching Dominic's face.  He laughed.  "I mean
'wank'!  Come on Dominic, don't pretend!   All boys play with
themselves.  I'm sure you do as well!"

Dominic felt his cheeks burning.  Nobody had ever mentioned such
a private thing before.  Even his best friend had never talked
about it!  He hadn't even realized what was happening till about
four months ago.  He'd known for years that it felt nice when he
played with his thing, but had always stopped when the tingling
got too intense and had fallen asleep almost immediately, barely
noticing the wet patches on his pyjamas the next morning. But the
temptation had been too great.  A few more seconds of tingling
and a few more of pure ecstasy.  The resulting sticky mess on his
fingers had worried him at first but he dimly remembered
something about this from sex education at school and
consequently, made sure to take extra tissues with him to bed.

Joe examined the flask again and shook his head.  "Try harder
next time Jeremy!  This isn't enough.  Understand?"

"Yes sir.  Sorry sir."

Dominic saw a look of pure terror on the boy's eyes.

Joe sighed, trying not to laugh.  He knew full well that the poor
kid had very little control over how much he spurted, but it was
fun making him try.  "You see Dominic, when I arrive in the
evening, you show me three flasks to prove that you've completed
the assignments" he explained.  "Then you perform a fourth time
in front of me and I assess you."

He nodded down at Jeremy's penis, already slowly becoming softer.
"Jeremy arrived with quite a tight foreskin that couldn't be
pulled back very easily, so we have to make it looser to get
through the course."  He shrugged.  No reason why he should
explain.  Just that most of his clients preferred it like that.
"I think we tried a bit too hard yesterday, so you better be a
bit gentle when you wank him later!"

Dominic blinked.  What had he said?  But how..

Joe saw the look of surprise and shook his head.  "Sorry, I
should have explained.  Normally, it's absolutely forbidden for a
boy to touch his own penis without permission except for obvious
things like going to the toilet.  I had to make an exception
while Jeremy here was on his own, but now you're together, well."
 He winked at Dominic and grinned at Jeremy.  "I'm sure you'll
soon get the hang of it.  Besides, everything's written very
clearly in the assignments over there."  He nodded towards the
computer.  "Just go to the folder mentioned and click on the file
it tells you to."  He licked his lips.  "I think you'll find the
instructions quite graphic enough!"

He gazed at Dominic enjoying the confused, scared look in his
eyes.  "Well Dominic, are you going to be a good boy or.."  He
patted the nasty looking stun gun.  "Do I have to give you a
little reminder?"

Dominic felt his skin crawl.  IHe nodded.  "Yes sir, I'll. I'll
be good sir."

"Glad to hear it!"  Joe reached out and took Dominic's penis
gently between his thumb and forefinger.  The boy froze with
terror, not breathing. He felt he was going to be sick.  So
dirty!  So.

"Hmm, yes, you are learning!" said Joe, raising his eyebrows. 
"Excellent!"  He rolled the tip of the boy's small penis back and
forth.  "When I did this to Jeremy two days ago, he ran to the
bathroom and tried to lock the door".  Joe chuckled, remembering
the incident.  "Poor old Jeremy learnt two things very quickly. 
That the bathroom door can't be locked and that having two
thousand volts applied to your balls is not a very nice
experience!  Isn't that right Jeremy?"

The boy nodded, his face white.  He didn't want to remember that!
"Yes sir."

"Good!"  He looked at Dominic's face and smiled.  "Hey Dominic, I
do believe you're getting an erection.  Does this mean we have to
get married?"

He laughed at his joke and watched the boy's penis as it slowly
lengthened.

Dominic looked down, confused and embarrassed.  This was
disgusting.  Why was his willy going hard? Why.?  The man's
fingers teased the tip and he shuddered as a familiar tingling
shot out from his glans.

"I'm pleased to say Dominic, that you're not going to have the
same problem as young Jeremy here."  He carefully eased Dominic's
foreskin back up and over the ridge of his small blue glans. 
"It's not very tight at all, just that your foreskin is quite
long and your penis very small when it's soft."

Dominic felt a mixture of disgust, embarrassment and..   His
penis was sticking out horizontally and the nice things the man's
fingers were doing made him breathe faster.

A tinny electronic alarm sounded on Joe's watch and he released
the boy's semi- erect cock and groaned.  "Oh shit, I have to go.
Business beckons!"

He tousled Dominic's hair and kissed him, then Jeremy.  "Okay
boys, I've reset the assignments."  He nodded at Jeremy.  "Jeremy
understands.  So in fact Jeremy will be repeating some of the
second day and you'll be skipping the first day, okay Dominic?" 
He looked at the computer.  "Written assignments to be placed in
a neat pile there, and the confession list on top - if you need
one!" he laughed.  "He pointed at the small cameras in each
corner of the ceiling.  "I'll be keeping an eye on you, so no
cheating" he said jokingly.  "Okay, be good!"

The boys heard first one, then two doors open and close.

Dominic's mouth felt dry.  "What's a confession list?" he asked
shyly.

Jeremy took a deep breath.  "It's a list of all the things you
think you did wrong or you think you didn't do properly, that
sort of thing" he answered after a pause.  "It's so he knows
we're being honest and so if we tell him before he finds out, he
might not. you know.might not be so angry and won't punish you as
much."

"Oh."

"It's really important" said Jeremy, sounding scared and
remembering the last few days.  "Really important!"

A loud buzzing suddenly reverberated around the room making
Dominic jump. Jeremy ran over to the computer.

"Usually we're allowed five minutes to read the instructions" he
said, scanning the words that had appeared.  Dominic saw him
shake his head.  "Oh, not again!"

"What?"

"Pain threshold, day two!"  Jeremy's hands instinctively rubbed
his bottom.  "Why so soon.  Not fair!"

Dominic looked at the image on the screen, not understanding. 
"What's pain threshold mean?"

"You'll find out."  He read the words again.   "Thirty each, nice
and slow, change over when you hear the signal."

He pointed to a small bed near the wall.  "Quickly!"

Dominic watched nervously while the boy pulled the bed away from
the wall.  "Come on!  Help me!"

Between the bed and the wall lay a huge cylindrical pillow that
reminded Dominic of the pillow his parents kept at the top of the
bed for decoration. But this one was bigger and much heavier.  He
helped Jeremy lift it onto the bed.  Why put right in the middle
though?  He looked at Jeremy, confused.

"You first, come on!"

"What?"  Dominic started to feel scared.

"On the bed!  Get over the pillow!  Legs one side, arms the
other!"

The sound of a bell emanated from the computer.  Jeremy looked
close to tears.  "We're already late. Quickly!"

Dominic draped himself over the large pillow and saw some black
Velcro straps attached to the middle. "What?"

"Like this!"  Jeremy was already pulling the straps, attaching
one pair to Dominic's legs, just above the knees, the others to
his arms.

"No!  What are you doing?"  Dominic started to panic.  "I don't
want to do it! I don't want.."

"We've got to!" Jeremy almost screamed. "If we put it on the
confession list that we were late starting, he'll probably let us
off, but if he checks the video and sees us wasting time, then."
He swallowed nervously. "As long as we're honest, the worse he'll
do is give us the cane, but if he thinks we're cheating, he'll
use that. that thing!"  He stopped, not wanting to remember. 
"Where d'you think I got these marks on my bum from?  I got the
cane this morning !"

Dominic felt the straps pulled tight and started to cry.  This
wasn't happening!   "Let me get off..please!"

Jeremy ran to a cupboard a few feet away and opened the door.  At
the top hung a long row of paddles, each with a number written on
the handle, ranging from what looked like cheap table tennis bats
to larger and heavier implements.  "Paddle number two!  This
one!"   He took one of the smaller paddles out and gripped it
tight, then ran back to Dominic.

"Stick your bum out!"

"What?"

"It's the rule!  Stick it out!"  Jeremy glanced at the security
camera closest to him and bit his lip.  The man would see he was
trying, surely?

Dominic rested his tummy on the large pillow and thrust his
buttocks out.

'SLAP'

"Oww!  Stop it!  That hurt!"  He grabbed the bedsheet  and felt
tears dropping from his eyes.

"I doesn't hurt that much!"  Jeremy counted to ten and slapped
the paddle down as hard as he could on Dominic's left buttock,
ignoring the yelp of pain.  "This is a really light one. You
should see the others!"

"Oww, not so hard!" sobbed Dominic, another slap making him
wriggle.  "Why so hard?  Owwww!"

"Cos that's the rule!"  Jeremy continued the slaps, taking care
to ensure that he covered all of Dominic's large bottom.  "We
have to hit as hard as we can!"

Dominic shook his head, hardly able to believe what was
happening.  "After the initial shock, his bottom seemed to have
got used to the slaps and although each one was painful, they
were just about bearable.  Soon his backside was glowing, as
though next to a powerful electric fire.

"Only another five!"

A bell sounded and Jeremy swung the paddle faster, hoping the man
wouldn't mind if the last ones were applied a bit faster.  Best
to write it on the confession list though, just in case!

"Right, change!  Quickly!"

He undid the straps holding Dominic onto the pillow and pulled
him up.  "Come on, now me!  Don't worry about doing the straps! 
Quickly!"

Dominic found himself standing with the paddle in his hand, while
Jeremy lay across the pillow, bottom thrust up.   "I.I..what..?"

"Thirty slaps, really hard, count to ten between each one!"
Jeremy shouted, an edge of panic in his voice.  "Do it!"  He
glanced round angrily.  Stupid idiot!  He'd get them both into
trouble!  He'd already had a dose of this paddle earlier that
morning and he doubted that Dominic could hit him harder than the
man had.

Dominic wiped his eyes and looked first at the paddle, then at
Jeremy's bottom, thrust upwards almost obscenely as if begging
for him to start.  Now he had the paddle in his hands, he could
see that it was actually a rather thin and light piece of
plastic.  Much lighter than he'd realized.

SLAP
 
SLAP 

SLAP

"No! Count to ten!  Not so fast!"

"Sorry!"  Dominic counted, the glow in his own buttocks starting
to fade. The slaps came more slowly, Dominic bringing his hand
above his head to put as much force into it as he could.  Why
wasn't Jeremy making any noise?  Already used to it after only
two days? Between the boy's thighs, he could see the back of his
scrotum peeping at him and he shivered, wondering if he'd looked
like this as well.  Just so rude!  Yet.interesting?

The buzzer sounded and Dominic continued until the thirtieth
slap. Crikey, his bum was so red!

"Right, now we have to put the paddle back and push the bed back
against the wall!"  cried Jeremy, rolling off the pillow.

The boys rearranged the bed and Jeremy looked anxiously at the
computer screen, his buttocks throbbing.  What now?

"Oh, great, a ten minute break, then.."  He glanced at Dominic
and blushed.  "then we have to . you know.then a shower and then
lunchtime"

"What?"

Jeremy avoided his eyes.  "We have to wank each other and. you
know..collect the stuff, like he showed you!"   He shivered.  The
man had made him do it himself.  The thought of another boy doing
it to him was sick!"   It says here, play file two in folder
one."

He clicked on the folder and Dominic saw the screen fill with
small icons, all numbered.  Jeremy clicked on the second and a
windows movie player opened.  They gazed at it wide eyed,
recognizing the room where they were.  Two young boys, one about
the same age as themselves, the other slightly younger looking
were in front of a low table, an open plastic flask placed on
top.  The older boy stood upright, hands on his head, legs apart
while the younger boy knelt to one side, his hands teasing his
friend's privates.  The camera moved closer and they heard
giggling. Dominic felt sick.   How could they enjoy it?  The
little boy's hands was moving all over the place, tickling the
other's testicles and teasing the tip of his penis.  Occasionally
he'd use his other hand to caress the boy's bottom, fingers
delving into the deep cleft between his buttocks. Within seconds,
the boy was sporting an erection and the small boy laughed and
started rubbing the tip, sliding the foreskin back and forth,
faster and faster.  There was a gasp from the other boy, "quick!"
and drops of semen flew into the flask the small boy now held
ready. A few seconds passed and they watched as every drop was
coaxed out.  The scene ended with the small boy popping the tip
of his friend's now exhausted willy in his mouth for a second,
then kissing it.  "My turn now!" they heard him say.

Dominic looked down, embarrassed.  "We. we don't really have
to.we don't.. do we?"

"Don't be stupid!  What d'you think?"  A sudden recollection of
being over the punishment bench, the man. that metal thing.. just
there. the pain!!   "If we don't, we both get punished!"

Without a word, Jeremy brought two empty flasks, noting with
surprise that they already had their names written on.  He placed
them on the same small table they'd seen in the film and
swallowed, unsure of how to proceed.  "I..I'll do you first if
you want" he said quietly.

Dominic felt cold.  He nodded, his throat suddenly very dry and
legs shaking.  Perhaps if he shut his eyes.?  He put his hands on
his head and opened his legs a bit wider.  This was not
happening!

Suddenly, fingers all over his balls!  He gasped and tried to
stay still.  It tickled!  Now all over the insides of his thighs,
then his balls again.  A finger tracing lines on his bottom, then
between his cheeks and. He  felt a finger touch his bumhole and
yelped.  Then suddenly they were all over his willy.  His willy
was.!  He couldn't believe it!  It was already sticking up!

Jeremy watched with amazement as the small willy in his hand
slowly hardened and felt the bulbous head pushing its way through
the folds of skin as if seeking air.  Despite his own disgust at
being made to do such a dirty thing, he couldn't help feel a
certain amount of excitement.  Why was Dominic's willy so fast to
respond?  He gently slid the foreskin over the glans and
immediately felt it stiffen even more. The musky, sweaty aroma
emanating from the boy's private parts seemed to enhance, not
diminish his excitement and he put his head a bit closer.  The
foreskin was moving freely now and he moved it back and forth
along the boy's rock hard manhood, his other hand delving between
firm sweaty thighs, teasing the back of his scrotum, moving up
between his buttocks, pushing against a tight hot little bumhole
and.

"Ohh, I think..I ..ooooh.!"

Jeremy blinked and grabbed the flask, holding it in front of the
gasping boy, just in time, as a few drops of semen landed on the
sides.

Dominic's legs shook as a powerful orgasm wracked his young body
and he tensed his buttocks, conscious of a deeper, more intense
feeling coming from somewhere inside his bum.

The mist cleared and he watched as if half asleep as the boy
squeezed another drop from him.

"Wow, that was quite fast" said Jeremy, screwing the red lid on
the flask.  He remembered the first time, two days ago, the man
making him wank himself while he stood and watched.  That had
been horrible!

He sighed and held the end of Dominic's penis again, making the
boy jump.  Blushing slightly, he slid his lips over the glans
just for a second before kissing the end.

Without a word, they changed places, Jeremy trying to avoid
looking at Dominic, embarrassed at what he'd just done.

"Didn't the man say to use a cream or jelly or something?"
Dominic asked, suddenly remembering.

Jeremy groaned.  "I forgot.  Yes, it's called KY.  In the
bathroom."

Dominic returned with the tube and Jeremy suddenly felt small
fingers on his young willy, massaging the cream gently into the
sore skin at the tip.  His mouth opened wide and he held his
breath.  Oh this was..!

Dominic stared.  Jeremy's willy had reacted to his touch as if
suddenly woken from a deep sleep and was already going hard.  The
skin at the end looked so sore!  He Put some more of the strange
jelly on his fingers and slowly moved Jeremy's foreskin back and
forth on his glans.  The boy's penis immediately lengthened some
more and rose up till the tip was pointing almost vertically. 
Dominic watched with amazement as it lengthened even more and for
a second felt a twinge of envy.   Despite Dominic's tender
massaging, the boy's foreskin refused to slip over the ridge of
his glans.  Should he try and push it back harder or.?
Jeremy suddenly felt a small hand caress his balls and the dam
burst.  "Ah!  Ah!"

It took a second or so for Dominic to realize what was happening
and he fumbled with the flask on the table, his other hand
tightly gripping the boy's throbbing penis.

Two drops of semen hit the back of his hand and he squealed.  Two
more he managed to get on the sides of the flask, a third right
at the bottom.  Putting the flask back on the table, he looked up
and saw that Jeremy had his eyes closed and was breathing
heavily, moaning quietly.  He licked his lips, grimaced and put
the boy's penis in his mouth for a few seconds.  Yuck!  It tasted
horrible!  He remembered the instructions and kissed the tip,
noting how it was still quite hard.  His own had gone down almost
immediately.  Jeremy's seemed to want to have more!

Slowly Jeremy came back down to earth.  "Did. did you get it
all?" he asked, anxiously.  "All of it?"

Dominic nodded.  Why was he so worried.  "Yes, I think so. 
Look!"  He held up the flask and wiped his hand on his teashirt.
"Got some on my hand.  Ugh!"

Jeremy looked at the flask, then Dominic.  "Why didn't you put it
in the flask?" he asked, his voice louder.  "You wasted some! 
Why didn't you get it all?"

Dominic looked at him, confused.  "But there is some.  Look!"  He
held up the flask again.

Jeremy groaned and looked close to tears. Okay, it was partly his
fault.  He hadn't explained.

"The man's really strict about this" he said, sinking to his
knees.  "He checks every flask carefully and said that all the
stuff.. you know, the stuff .. that comes out, has to go inside.
He calls it Boy juice. We have to try and make a bit more come
out every day and if he thinks we're not trying, we get a Ipecial
punishment."  He shivered.  He had no idea what the man meant,
but guessed it would be something awful.  "We're not allowed to
waste or lose any at all! If any does get spilt, we're supposed
to lick it up straight away!"

Dominic looked at the back of his hand, then at his teashirt.  He
quickly glanced at the camera in the corner and felt his heart
sink.  "B..but if we say sorry, you know, in that confession list
thing.  That'll be alright, won't it?  If we tell the truth I
mean, you know."

Jeremy shrugged.  "Maybe.   I don't know.  We can try." He shook
his head.  "But I'm pretty sure we'll get the cane for this!"
Dominic looked at him uneasily, remembering the marks on Jeremy's
bottom. "What?  When he comes back?"

"No, tomorrow morning.  He's always friendly in the evening. 
Punishments are always the next day, just before he leaves."

"Does it hurt a lot?"

"Depends which cane he uses and how angry he is. So far, I've had
it every day! I got six strokes this morning and it really
stung!" He paused.  "Better the cane though than. you know. the
electric thing!"  He looked sick.  "That's a hundred times
worse!"

"Why d'you get the cane?"

Jeremy blushed.  "Cos I didn't try hard enough to please him last
night and this morning!"  He shook his head.  "I don't want to
talk about it.  You'll see."

Dominic picked up the flasks.  "Shall I put these back in the
bathroom?"

"Yeah."  Jeremy stood up.  His tummy rumbled.  So hungry!

Dominic ran back.  "What does he do with the flasks?" he asked. 
"Throw them away?"

"No."  Jeremy shook his head.  "We have to wash them and use them
again tomorrow."

"What, when he's looked at them?"

"Not right away."  Jeremy shuddered.  "He says that boy juice is
special and can't be wasted.  He says it's good for you. He'll
check to see how much we've made, then we have to lick it all
from his fingers."

Dominic screwed his face up.  "Ugh!  No way!  I'm not doing
that!"

"Oh yeah, sure!" said Jeremy sarcastically.  "You have to do it!
Then you have to say thank you and look like you mean it, or.." 
He took a deep breath.  "Look Dominic, you have to do everything
he says!  I mean everything!  If you don't, or even if you don't
do it fast enough, he calls it disobedience and you get punished
with that. that electric thing."   He bit his lip and Dominic saw
tears in his eyes.   "I don't want another one of those!  I can't
even think about it!"

Dominic looked puzzled.  "But he wouldn't punish you as well, I
mean, if it was me who."

Jeremy nodded.  "He told me that we work as a team, or something
like that.  It doesn't matter whose fault something is.  Both
boys get the same punishment - always! No exceptions!"

His tummy rumbled again and he jumped up.  "Come on!  Shower,
then we're allowed to eat!"

They showered together and Jeremy showed where the clean
teashirts were kept.  "We change after every shower" he
explained.  "Oh, and you have to wash everywhere!"  He looked
embarrassed.  "I mean right up your bum as well.  You know,
inside your.your hole!"

Drying themselves as fast as possible, Dominic waited while
Jeremy squeezed some white cream out of a brown tube and spread
it carefully over his sore foreskin, eyes widening in surprise as
his friend's penis immediately started to rise.  Jeremy shook his
head and blushed slightly.  "Always does that!" he said,
embarrassed.

They ran to the kitchen and Dominic got a quick lesson in how to
use the microwave.  It appeared that the simple cheese and ham
sandwiches stored in the large freezer were all labeled with
numbers and preparation took only a few minutes.

"Keep listening for the computer!" said Jeremy, as they finished.
"We usually get about an hour break I think, but you never
know!"

They threw away the paper plates and cups, wiped the table and
checked the sink.  "He sometimes checks the kitchen" explained
Jeremy, looking around him.  "He said we have to keep everything
perfectly clean and tidy."  He scanned the table and other
surfaces.  Even one small crumb could result in a punishment.
After three days, he had a good idea of how the man's mind
worked.  He wasn't sure, but the man might see it as
'disobedience'!  He shivered.

Dominic followed him back to the large room.  "I saw like a nice
living room when I came here" he said.  "With a television.  Are
we allowed to watch it?"

"Yeah, but only when we've finished everything and the computer
says so" replied Jeremy.  "There's no real programmes or
anything, but loads of DVDs.  We have to be there when he comes
back.  You'll see."

He looked at the screen.  "We've got another five minutes, so if
you need the loo, better go now!"

Dominic shook his head.  "No, it's okay."

"Well, just remember that when you go for.. you know..a number
two." His face reddened.  ".. you have to use the bidet and wash
yourself really well afterwards.  I mean 'really' well!"

"What's a bidet?"

"That thing next to the shower that looks like a toilet.  You sit
on it and wash your bum.  There's a long thing there with soft
foam that looks a bit looks like a bottle washer.  You have to .
to stick it up as far as you can and wash yourself, then wash the
thing and dry it. Do it properly.  He checks!"

Jeremy shuddered and watched the screen. "The minute countdown's
starting" he said.  "Look!"

Dominic saw the numbers and looked around him.  "There's no clock
though" he said.  "Not on the computer or in the room. How do we
know what time it is?"

Jeremy thought for a second.  It was true.  He had no idea of the
time.  "Dunno.  I suppose it's lunchtime, so must be about one or
two o'clock."

He looked at the screen.  The assignments immediately after lunch
break were usually easy ones.  Please, not another running
exercise!

They read the words that suddenly appeared.  "Twenty minute
assignment, folder two, file three" said Jeremy.   He clicked on
the file and they watched a video with the same two boys as
before kissing and stroking each other.  Dominic felt sick. 
"This is disgusting!"  After about a minute, he watched as the
smaller boy started walking around the other one, kissing and
stroking his chest and back.  He reached the buttocks and covered
them with kisses.  To Dominic's amazement and disgust, the camera
zoomed in as the lad pulled the buttocks apart and appeared to be
thrusting his tongue deep between them, low appreciative moans
emanating from his friend.  The boy turned and the kisses
continued, each thigh, then higher till he reached the genitals.
The taller boy already had a rock hard erection and sighed with
pleasure as his balls were licked and kissed, till finally
reaching the obvious goal, his friend engulfed the throbbing
penis in his mouth, moving his head back and forth for a few
seconds, then releasing it.  "My turn" they heard him giggle.

The video ended and the loud buzzer sounded.

"I. I'll do you first" said Jeremy, a note of panic in his voice.
He put his mouth close to Dominic's ear.  "Just do it, okay? 
It's not that bad!"

He put his arms round Dominic and kissed his cheeks, then his
mouth. "Let's do this really well" he whispered.  "Keep him
happy!"

Trying to copy what he'd seen in the film, he continued kissing
Dominic everywhere, hoping it was more or less the same as in the
film.  He reached Dominic's bottom and pulled the boy's firm
buttocks apart with his fingers, flicking the puckered dark hole
with his tongue.

Dominic jumped as if stung.  The feeling had been so..  He shook
his head.  Disgusting!  Yes, disgusting.  But..  He took a deep
breath and felt Jeremy swivel round to his front. The small hands
running over him had made him tense up at first but he was
finally starting to calm down.  He kept his eyes firmly shut, not
wanting to see what Jeremy was doing.  Soft lips were all over
his small testicles and he yelped as a frisson of electricity
seemed to zap through him.  Then suddenly a hot mouth engulfing
his willy.  He felt his legs shake slightly and put his hands on
Jeremy's head, as if to keep him there.  A tongue teased the tip
and he moaned quietly with pleasure.

A bell sounded. It was over.  As if in a dream, they changed
roles, avoiding eye contact, embarrassed at what they were doing.
 Jeremy stood still as Dominic copied what he'd just done, his
mind trying to make sense of the strange feelings running through
him, fear, disgust, yet something else.  It hadn't been that bad,
had it?

"Ohh!  Ohh!"  He moved his legs further apart allowing Dominic
more access to his balls.  The feeling was just.!  Now his cock
was in the boy's mouth and he looked down in astonishment as
Dominic bobbed his head back and forth, making small grunting
noises.  Oh this felt nice!  So nice!  A familiar tingling was
growing in intensity and he suddenly realized what was going to
happen.  No!  Mustn't!  Please let the buzzer sound!  Please!

The loud buzzing sound from the computer made him jump and he
pulled his pulsating manhood from Dominic's mouth and sank to his
knees.  Another few seconds and ..!  What would the man have said
if.?  He shivered and felt his willy shrinking rapidly.

"Five minute break" he said, seeing the words appear on the
screen.  He shook his head and took a deep breath.

Dominic sat on the floor cross-legged.  He had a good idea of
what had nearly happened and looked at the floor, his face red. 
"I didn't make it sore, did I?" he asked shyly.  "Sorry."

Jeremy looked puzzled for a second, then grinned and looked down
at his willy.  "No, it's alright." He paused.  "Anyway, that
cream helped a lot I think."

"It's quite big as well" said Dominic, looking at his own
shriveled specimen.  "Well, bigger than mine anyway."

Jeremy shrugged. "Wait till you see the man's!  His is really
long!"

Dominic looked at him in surprise.  "He showed you his willy? 
Disgusting!  Why?"

For a few seconds, his new friend gazed at him as if seeing him
for the first time.  "Why d'you think?" he replied, drily.

The penny dropped and Dominic's mouth opened wide.  Not one of
the brightest boys in class, he had never caught on very fast. 
"B..but.. I mean, what.what d'you have to do?"  He suddenly felt
quite sick.

"You'll see" said Jeremy quietly.  He shut his eyes for a few
seconds, trying not to think about his first night there.  "Just
do exactly what he says!  Exactly!"  He shuddered.  "He calls
his.you know.his stuff  Man juice, you know, like ours is Boy
juice but..but there's loads of it and.."  He wiped his mouth and
grimaced.  "You have to swallow it really fast before more comes,
and pretend to like it and then say thank you afterwards.  He
says we're very lucky to have his Man juice every day!"  Jeremy
shook his head slowly.  "Just do it Dominic!  Oh and definitely
be careful not to miss any, even a drop! He's really strict about
that!"

Dominic felt light headed.  He really couldn't believe all this.
It wasn't happening.

"Oh no!"  Jeremy was looking at the screen.  "Thirty minutes
exercise" he read out loud.  "Treadmill ten miles or bicycle 20
miles."  He pointed to the exercise machines along the wall  "You
do the treadmill.  I already did it this morning!"

Dominic ran over to the machine and Jeremy showed him how it
worked.  "Really easy.  Start here, increase speed and so on. 
Just watch the number of miles here and keep an eye on the time."

The next thirty minutes were silent save for the whirring of
plastic and metal, and the loud panting of two exhausted boys.

A buzzer sounded and they ran back to the computer, bodies
covered in sweat, Jeremy quickly checking that Dominic had
managed the full ten miles. "Looks okay" he said, pointing at the
readings.  "He always checks!"

The words on the screen meant nothing to him.  "Insertion of BP
number one, followed by twenty minute rest period.  BP number one
on top shelf of cupboard."

He followed the instructions on the screen and clicked on the
file.  Their eyes widened with astonishment.  The video showed
two boys running to the cupboard, which Jeremy recognized
immediately, and returning with strange looking carrot shaped
objects with one end flat and wider than the rest.  One boy
quickly ran to the bathroom and brought the tube of slippery
jelly they'd used earlier.

The camera zoomed in close as the giggling boys inserted their
buttplugs,  leaving nothing to the imagination, and Dominic shook
his head in disgust.  "I don't believe it!  That is just so.. 
Ugh!  Why are they doing that? It's.!"

Jeremy took a deep breath.  "Yeah, but at least it doesn't look
too difficult and. and we do get a rest period afterwards!"   He
ran to the cupboard.  "Bring that jelly stuff!" he shouted back.

The cupboard was one of the tallest and he'd never looked in it
before.  The top two shelves were filled with neat lines of
rubber buttplugs, each one identified with a number etched into
the base.  The ones he sought were on the left and he reached up
on tiptoe to take them.  He looked at the rest of them in horror.
There appeared to be ten sizes in all and the largest, the
number tens, were at least three times bigger than the ones in
his hand!   The rest of the cupboard was full of weird objects
that he didn't recognize.

The next few minutes passed in silence, occasionally punctuated
by short grunts of discomfort as the boys copied what they'd seen
on the computer, Dominic having to try three times before he
successfully managed to push the plug inside him.

They looked at each other, embarrassed, and Dominic felt a tear
run down his cheek.  "It feels horrible!  Why do we have to do it
though?"

Jeremy shrugged.  "We just do it, that's all.  Maybe the man just
wants to test us.  Dunno."

He checked the instructions on the screen.  "Says we have to walk
around to get used to them and take them out after twenty
minutes.  Come on!"

They walked slowly around, glancing quickly at the security
cameras.  Jeremy wasn't sure if the man was watching them but
he'd learned over two days not to take any chances.

The twenty minutes were soon up.  The buzzer sounded and words
appeared on the screen.  "Remove,  wash and dry the plugs" read
Dominic.  "At last!"

Removing them turned out to be almost as strange an experience as
inserting the things and Dominic screwed his face up as he slowly
pulled it out.  "Ugh, awful!"

Quickly washing and drying them in the bathroom, Jeremy returned
them to the cupboard.  "What's next?" he shouted at Dominic,
already watching the computer.

"Something about measurements" said Dominic, squinting at the
screen.  "Fill in form A, answering all questions very carefully
in best handwriting" he read.  "All equipment required will be
found in the drawers next to the bed.  Time allowed 40 minutes. 
Marks awarded for accuracy and neatness. A score of less than
nine out of ten will result in six strokes of the cane!"

Jeremy looked in the pile of paper on the table and found the
forms.  "Come on!"

The forms were straightforward.  Grabbing a pen each, the boys
filled in their names, date of birth, addresses, schools and
similar information required.  "Write really neatly!" warned
Jeremy.  "We both get punished, remember!"

The next questions were concerning weight and height and they
found the scales and tape measure in one of the drawers.  "I'll
measure you twice" said Jeremy, making his friend stand against
the wall.  "We have to be sure!"

Other questions followed, waist, chest, shoe size, even inside
leg measurements, with clear illustrations depicting exactly how
to perform them.

Turning over the page, Jeremy blushed and pointed at the drawings
next to the questions that illustrated exactly how to perform the
task.  . "Penis measurements.  Smallest length when soft. 
Maximum length when hard" he read.  "At maximum length, the
foreskin must be pulled right back or the test will automatically
be failed."

His heart dropped.  "But the man knows I'm trying" he said
miserably. "it's not my fault it's so tight!"

Dominic shrugged and waited while Jeremy fumbled about with the
tape measure, jumping slightly ashis tiny manhood was measured.
"One and three quarter inches" said Jeremy, writing it down
carefully on the paper.  "And I'm..."  He quickly held the tape
measure along his own willy, "two and a half inches."

He looked at Dominic.  "D'you want to check?"

"No, it's alright"  Dominic looked away, embarrassed.  Why did
they have to do this.  Why?

"Well I suppose we have to measure them.. you know.. hard..so.."
He looked at his penis and bit his lip.  "But I don't know if I
can .you know.pull the skin all the way back.  It feels
horrible!"

It suddenly dawned on Dominic that if Jeremy failed, then he
would too! "Oh come on!  I'll get that jelly stuff.  You have to
do it!"

He brought the tube of KY and spread some over his own little
willy before handing it to Jeremy.  "Come on, put lots on!"  He
blushed and looked away while his friend did the same.

Dominic felt his friend's small fingers on his balls and froze
for a few seconds before doing the same to Jeremy, caressing
first his testicles, then his penis.  He felt himself going hard
almost immediately and frowned. It was weird.  Why did their
willies always react so quickly?  Jeremy's was already rock hard
and was almost vertical!  He took a deep breath.  Yes, what they
were doing was so disgusting and sick. but he couldn't deny the
amazing feeling and familiar tingling that slowly grew stronger
and stronger.

He flinched slightly as his foreskin was gently pulled back and
started doing the same to Jeremy, sliding the tight skin over the
ridge of his swollen glans.

Jeremy screwed his face up and tried not to wriggle as sensitive
bluey skin that had never seen light before was suddenly
revealed.  This felt so awful!  It was only the other, nicer
feelings from the other things the fingers were doing that made
it bearable. He opened his eyes and looked first at Dominic's
willy, then his own.  "I.. think that's it, isn't it?"

Dominic nodded and watched as Jeremy quickly measured himself,
placing the metal end of the tape measure against his scrotum and
running it along the underside of his erection.  "Five and a half
inches" he said.  "Here check it!"  He handed the tape measure to
Dominic and looked away as his friend repeated the measurement.

"I make it five and three quarters."  Dominic swallowed.  "I
think it went a bit longer when I was measuring it."

"Yeah, okay."  Jeremy wrote down the figures quickly.  "Come on,
now you!"

Dominic gasped as Jeremy's fingers resumed their teasing and felt
the room swaying.  Oh this was so.!  His willy felt like it
wanted to.   He grabbed the tape and measured himself.   "Er.I
make it five inches..I think."

"Okay, let's check."  Jeremy took the tape and felt Dominic
flinch as he ran the tape measure along his willy.  "No, it's
five and a quarter" he said after a few seconds."  He shrugged. 
"See, not a big difference between yours and mine!"

Dominic watched as the figures were written on the sheet.  He
opened his mouth to say something but shut it again.  Yes, there
was only a half inch difference in length but Jeremy's was quite
a bit thicker than his!

He saw Jeremy reading the next few lines.  He looked shocked.

"No!  That's not fair!  Why?  Just not fair!"  He showed Dominic
what was written. "Look what it says here!  'A maximum length of
less than six inches will result in three strokes of the cane.' 
But why?  It's not our fault.  We're only twelve. We're not grown
ups!"  He looked close to tears.  "We can't make them longer than
they are!"

Dominic scanned the text anxiously.  "What if we write it on the
confession list thing?  I mean.."

Jeremy sniffed and wiped a tear from his eye.  "We can try, I
suppose."

Seeing that they still had a few minutes, Jeremy grabbed the
confession list he knew would be next to the computer and started
writing.  He showed the list to Dominic.   "Is that everything so
far?"

"Yeah, think so."  He read the list again.  Had they forgotten
anything?

The buzzer sounded and Jeremy groaned.  "Another pain threshold
test!  Paddle number three, twenty slaps."  He felt his bottom. 
"At least it's only twenty, and not thirty.  Come on then!"
Following the buzzer at the end of twenty minutes, the boys were
dismayed that there was no break offered them.  Dominic examined
the screen, hands rubbing his bright red buttocks.   A series of
pictures on the screen showed them the bending and stretching
exercises they had to do with a reminder that the entire thirty
minute assignment was being filmed for assessment.

Although he had no idea of the time, Jeremy guessed what would be
next.  The computer screen proved him to be correct and he
fetched the plastic flasks to collect their next specimens.
Dominic paid particular attention to catching every drop this
time but was mortified to find that he himself only managed to
put two small drops in the bottom of the flask.  "It's your first
day, so it'll probably be okay" said Jeremy, examining Dominic's
miniscule contribution.  "The man said that the more we do it,
the more boy juice we make.

A shower followed and a change into clean teashirts.   They heard
the buzzer and rushed back to the computer.  "We've got to watch
a video" said Jeremy, kneeling on the floor.  "Probably the same
as yesterday.  We're supposed to watch it twice, then go to the
living room and do the same when he arrives."

Dominic watched in silence, mesmerized by the way the boys in the
film behaved, their happy laughter, giggling and the way they
teased the man on the couch.  The scene changed and he watched in
disgust as the man made them perform and.Ugh!   The final scene
was the worst and he felt the colour drain from his cheeks. 
"That's just so. so horrible!" he said, looking at Jeremy, mouth
wide open.   "So sick!"

Jeremy blushed and then shrugged his shoulders.  "Yeah, but
better this than getting that electric thing used on you!  Look,
don't think.  Just do it!  Whatever he says!  Most of the stuff
he makes you do is disgusting, but at least it doesn't hurt."  He
looked at his friend nervously.  "Please Dominic!  You don't want
a dose of that thing, believe me!  Remember that if you get it, I
get it as well!"

They watched the film again, as per instructions, then went along
the corridor to the large living room. Jeremy scrabbled about for
a few seconds in a box full of DVDs and pulled one out.  "Tom and
Jerry?"  Dominic nodded and sat on the large white leather couch.
"Yeah, okay."

The DVD started and Jeremy sat next to Dominic, reminding him to
keep his knees apart like the boys in the film.  "I don't know
when he'll arrive" he whispered anxiously.  "Better do exactly
like in the film.  You know. keep our things hard and."

Dominic nodded his mouth dry.  He felt Jeremy's fingers on his
penis and gasped. A few seconds later he slid his arm through his
friend's and did the same.  The boys in the film had both had
erections when the man had arrived.

They were on the fourth cartoon when they heard the sound of
doors being unlocked. "Remember!  Just like in the film!" said
Jeremy, a look of terror on his face.  "Try to look really
happy!"

The man walked in and stopped at the sight of the two boys on the
couch.  He clapped his hands in delight.  "Oh you beautiful
things!"

Jeremy jumped up and ran to him, Dominic following, trying hard
not to show his fear.  He felt his heart beating faster.

"Hello sir" said Jeremy, flinging his arms round the man.  He
lifted his face and Dominic watched in disgust as they kissed,
their lips and tongues entwined.  The man turned to him and did
the same, Dominic trying hard to pretend it wasn't happening.
"So how have you been?" asked Joe, sitting on the couch.  He held
their hands and examined them as they stood meekly to attention
in front of him.

"We've been very good sir, haven't we Dominic?" said Jeremy,
cheekily.  "Honestly sir!"

"Please to hear it."  Joe let go of their hands and teased their
erections.  Dominic gasped and Joe laughed.  "I bet you've been
keeping these busy, haven't you?" he said, grinning.  "Perhaps
you can show me all your specimens now, hmm?  Go and get them!"

The boys rushed out and returned in less than thirty seconds,
carrying the plastic flasks. Joe raised his eyebrows.  "Where's
third one Dominic?" he asked, pretending to be puzzled.  "You
should have three specimens each."

Dominic felt ice cold. "I.I don't know sir. I mean.I think I
wasn't here at the beginning sir.. I mean when Jeremy did the
first one sir and." He looked down, confused.

Joe tried not to laugh.  How he enjoyed teasing them!  "The rules
are quite clear Dominic! Officially, this counts as disobedience
and I think you know what that means!"  He saw the look of terror
on their faces and shrugged.  "I agree that you started late
today, but rules are rules."  Jeremy looked close to tears and
Joe laughed.  "But since it's your first day here, I'm willing to
give you a chance and let you off with a spanking. Okay?"

Dominic looked at the ground, unsure of what to say.    Jeremy
nodded his head enthusiastically.  "Yes please sir.  Thank you
sir!  I'm sorry sir. It won't happen again sir!"

Joe held up his hand and laughed.  "okay, okay.  Come on then
Dominic, get that naughty bottom of yours over my lap!"

He pulled the young boy gently over his lap.  "Hmm, what a nice
bum you have!"  Dominic felt strong hand prising his buttocks
apart and flinched as a fingertip prodded his hole.  "Tight as a
duck's arse" said Joe, laughing.  "Not to worry though.  The
buttplugs will srt that out!  Okay Dominic, keep still and not a
sound!"

A hard slap reverberated round the room and Dominic grit his
teeth, a tear running down his cheek.  Owww!  Joe slapped slowly
and methodically, working from the top down to the boy's thighs,
spanking each buttock in turn.  He grunted with satisfaction as
the boy remained silent.  Yes, he'd definitely chosen well!  The
boy was not only obedient, but had plenty of willpower.

"Okay, now you Jeremy!"  He lifted Dominic off his lap and waited
while Jeremy draped himself across his knees.   Dominic clutched
his sore bottom and sobbed quietly as the man spanked Jeremy for
a few minutes, occasionally pausing to stroke the boy's thighs.

"Right, I think that's enough."  Joe lifted the boy up and nodded
at Dominic.  I'll let you both have five minutes to get me
another sample while I pour myself a drink."  He stood up and
walked to a cabinet against the wall.  "Better hurry!"

The boys ran out and Joe poured himself a whisky and removed the
DVD from the television. He yawned and checked the time. What a
day!  Another five clients wanting to make bookings and asking
for details of the boys.  Randy bastards!

The sound of small feet from the corridor and the boys ran in the
room, Dominic carrying a flask.  Joe chuckled.  From the redness
of the boy's penis, Jeremy had not been too gentle!

"Good boys.  Flask on the table with the others.  That's right..
Now then, let's have a look."  Joe sat in the middle of the couch
and picked up the flasks with Dominic's name on.

The boys knelt on the floor in front of the man and watched as he
opened the flasks and examined each one carefully, shaking his
head.  "Okay for the first day I suppose, but I expect a bit more
than this tomorrow" he said at last.  He used two fingers to
scoop up as much of the sticky fluid as he could find and offered
one to Jeremy, smiling as the boy sucked it greedily.  "Thank you
sir."

"Now you!"   Dominic closed his eyes and forced himself to suck
the man's finger.  "I.er thank you sir" he said quietly.

Joe turned his attention to the other flasks and whistled softly.
"I expected more than this Jeremy" he said, shaking his head. 
"I assume you mentioned it on the confession list?"

Jeremy nodded quickly.  "Yes sir, and I'm very sorry sir.  We..
we had a little accident sir and we. Dominic spilt some sir and
he didn't know. I mean."

"Well I look forward to reading your full explanation later" said
Joe in a friendly tone.  "If I'm satisfied, I may reduce the
number of strokes from six to three.  In any case, one of the
assignments tomorrow will help you make a lot more."  He paused,
thinking of the prostate massage exercises on the computer. 
"Anyway, here you are!"

The boys licked the semen from his fingers and thanked him again.
 Joe grinned.  "Good boys.  Right, go and wash the flasks and
leave them to dry.  While I'm reading your confession list and
checking your written assignment, you can go and have something
to eat.  I'm sure you're hungry by now."  He yawned again and
smiled.  "Then maybe we should all have an early night, hmm?"

***

A small light shone from the ensuite bathroom, providing just
enough to provide illumination for anyone wishing to make their
way there during the night.  Dominic woke and opened his eyes. 
Where was he?  Why was the bed different and what was...

Reality suddenly returned and he curled up into a little ball,
hoping to block out the memories.  Too late.  The tears started
and he hugged his knees wishing to be anywhere but where he was
at that moment.  A strange feeling in his bottom!  Ugh, that
awful thing he'd had to put in again.  A buttplug?  Why?  This
one was a bit bigger than the first one.  Awful things!

He froze.  The man's leg was touching him.  Please don't let him
wake! Please!  What time was it?  He needed to pee.  Pee quite
badly in fact.  But what if he woke the man?  He bit his lip,
trying to control his full bladder and keep his sobbing quiet.  
Why him?  What did this horrible man want?

He tried to block out the memories of the previous evening but
couldn't.  They'd tried so hard to behave like the boys in the
film, sitting with the man on the couch watching thirty minutes
of a DVD the man had found.   It had been very similar to the
films on the computer and Dominic had kept his eyes shut for most
of it, wondering why the man liked it so much.  Those two
boys...playing with each other like that.. Disgusting!   The man
occasionally kissed him, his rough hand stroking each boy in
turn, laughing as his fingers slid deep between their buttocks. 
Dominic shuddered.  Why was the man so interested in their
bottoms?

Then the order to produce their fourth and last specimen of the
day.  Unlike the previous sessions, they'd been allowed to
masturbate themselves, standing side by side while the man
watched, his hands ready to catch the few drops they managed to
produce.   Made to lick the man's hands, they'd then found
themselves across his lap again, and spanked for taking too long!

Then the order to shower and go to bed.  There had been a strange
look in the man's eyes.  In the shower, Jeremy had whispered
warnings about what to do and Dominic had felt his stomach turn.
No teashirts were worn after their shower.  In the bedroom, he'd
copied his friend and jumped into bed, pulling the sheets right
up to his chin.  They'd heard the man singing in the ensuite
bathroom and it had been almost ten minutes before he came out,
switching off the light and yawning. Like the boys, the man had
been completely naked and Dominic's eyes had widened in horror as
the man slid into the bed between them.

For a minute or so, the man had simply pulled the boys close,
kissing and fondling them, his hands exploring every inch of
their young tender bodies.  He stopped and pulled the bedclothes
to one side.   Dominic felt a large hand grab his and slowly move
it lower over the man's body.  He held his breath, heart beating
faster.  The man's penis was sticking up and he was made to grip
it tightly.  So big! So very big!

Joe had laughed and kissed him.  "So Dominic, you saw the film
with Jeremy and you know exactly what to do. Get your head down
there.  You as well Jeremy!"

He'd helped Dominic to change position and had ran his fingers
over their soft pert bottoms.  "Okay boys, nice and slow!  I'll
give your bums a good squeeze when I want to come. Dominic, it's
your turn tonight, so make sure you swallow every single drop!" 
A pause.  "Better try really hard to make me happy, boys, or
you're going to be over that punishment bench tomorrow for a very
long time!"

Joe had closed his eyes and left them to it, moaning with
pleasure as the boys teased him with their tongues and lips.  He
felt them change position, one teasing his balls while the
other's mouth engulfed the tip of his throbbing penis.  Dominic
felt sick.  The man's hairs were in his mouth and nose.  This was
so horrible!  He saw Jeremy glance at him, a warning look in his
eyes.  They changed places and he took the swollen glans into his
mouth as far as he could.  This wasn't happening, please! A large
finger pushed hard against his anus and he felt it enter inside a
few inches.  He squealed and almost jumped away but stopped
himself in time.  The hand  squeezed his buttock hard and he saw
Jeremy nod his head.  "Keep it in your mouth  till he's
finished!" he whispered.  Dominic  felt tears in his eyes.  What
did he have to do exactly?  The man was going to.?   It all
happened very fast.  A loud moan and the back of his mouth was
suddenly full of something.  He swallowed and another load
replaced it, followed by more.  He tried to swallow more but it
seemed to stick in his throat.  He started to panic.  He couldn't
breath!  Another try and he managed to get it down just as more
filled his mouth.  Slowly he felt the man's penis start to
soften.  Was it over?  Was it?  He lay still, not daring to move,
sobbing quietly.

The man had sighed and grunted sleepily.  "Oh that was nice,
Dominic.  Very very nice!   You can stop now.  Not bad at all for
a first attempt.  You really are a natural little cocksucker, you
know!"

Dominic had felt the man's exhausted cock leave his mouth and
sniffed, wiping the tears from his eyes.  "Yes sir. I mean.thank
you sir."

The man had turned over and then remembered something.  "Oh
forgot!  The buttplugs.  You sleep with the number twos tonight,
okay? Go and put them in!"

That had been the last thing the man had said to them before
yawning and falling asleep.

Now he was snoring gently, his knees touching Dominic. Could he
risk it?  Perhaps if he was really quiet and.

He slowly uncurled and slid out of bed, then tiptoed to the
bathroom.  Two minutes later, he returned to the bed and quietly
slid back between the sheets.  He saw the man looking at him and
froze with terror.

"I can't remember you asking permission to go to the toilet" said
Joe after a brief pause.

Dominic looked confused. "I'm sorry.I didn't know sir.Please,
I.."

"You didn't flush the toilet.  Why?"

"I.I didn't want to wake you and."  He started crying.  "Please..
I'm sorry.I."

Joe grunted, then laughed.  The poor kid was terrified.  He
looked at his watch and yawned.  Another two hours.

"Okay, okay, stop crying!"  He pulled the scared boy to him and
kissed his wet nose. Shit, he was so cute!  "It's okay.  I
understand."

Dominic felt the man's hands all over him, stroking and
caressing.  He shivered and tried to stop crying.  He felt
something touching his thigh and froze.  The man's thing was rock
hard and rubbing against him.

Joe sighed and held the boy's head against his chest.  "You know
Dominic, the best thing you can do now is to get your head down
there and help me go back to sleep.  If you do it as well as
before, I may just forget about this, okay?  Now then."

He pushed the boy's head very gently under the sheets, leaving
him in no doubt as to what was required.  Small hands were
suddenly all over his balls and he closed his eyes in ecstasy.  A
hot little mouth engulfed his cock and he exhaled slowly,
savouring every second.  A tongue teased his glans.  Oh shit! 
That was so fucking good!  He opened one eye and patted the boy's
bottom.   Oh yes, this one was definitely a natural!

A few hours later, Joe was roused from his slumber by the
annoying alarm from his watch.  He woke the boys and sent them
out of the room back to the main room.  "You've got about thirty
minutes" he reminded them as they left.  "Breakfast, take your
pills,  first specimen of the day, then buttplugs out and shower,
so better get a move on!"  He paused and looked at Jeremy.  "You
know what to do when you hear the buzzer, Jeremy. I'll be using
the number two again today.  Make sure it's ready and that you're
both in position!"

In the kitchen, they crammed a few sandwiches into their mouths
and drained a few mugs of water.  Dominic looked at Jeremy and
blushed.  He knew what was next!

Having lost some of his initial embarrassment, he found it easier
than expected and was relieved to see four drops of his semen on
the bottom of the flask, with Jeremy producing slightly more. 
"It's always more in the morning" explained Jeremy, screwing the
top of the flask on.

They showered and each donned a clean teashirt.  A buzzer sounded
and Dominic saw his friend's face suddenly look pale.  He
remembered.  The punishment bench?  A cane?  What would it feel
like? Like being spanked?

His heart was beating fast as they went to the annex room. 
Jeremy opened a cupboard and Dominic saw a row of thin canes on
hooks. "Number two.  This is what he used yesterday"  said
Jeremy, taking it out.  He placed it on a table a few yards away
from the large bench, shivering with apprehension.

"Get on quickly!" he ordered.  "Kneel on this part, like this,
and bend over this padded bit."  He suddenly turned and lowered
his voice.  "It really stings, but whatever you do, don't say
anything when he canes you.  He doesn't like it.  If you say
anything, he starts from the beginning again!"

Dominic felt his tears starting and tried to do as Jeremy was
doing.  The elaborate bench was more than wide enough for both of
them and he leant over and put his tummy on the padded section
that sloped downwards.  The height of the section supporting
their knees, combined with the angle of the padded section left
an observer in no doubt as to which part of their anatomy was to
be dealt with.  A succession of metal rings and strong leather
straps with Velcro fastenings allowed thighs, ankles, arms and
even the waist to be easily secured to the bench if so desired.

Jeremy heard Dominic's sobs and tried hard not to start himself.
A knot of fear was growing inside him, but not about the caning.
He was pretty sure that they hadn't done anything to deserve the
electric thing, but you could never tell with this man.  How many
strokes would they get? They'd written plenty in the confession
list and that should help. Shouldn't it?  The man had explained
about that.  At the very worst, he'd only give them half of what
they deserved and usually nothing at all if he thought they were
trying hard.

Joe entered the annex and stopped for a second, enjoying the
view.  Oh boy, what a sight!  Two perfect bottoms sticking up, as
if begging for him to get started!

"Good boys" he said softly, walking up behind them.  "Legs a bit
further apart please.. Come on Jeremy, more!"

Dominic felt the man's hand tease his scrotum and he squealed.

"Now then.." Joe picked up the cane and swished it a few times
through the air.  "I'm not going to waste any more time. Quite
frankly, I'm not very happy about your progress yesterday. You
were too slow and made too many mistakes.  I want to see an
improved effort from now on, is that clear?"

Jeremy raised his head.  "Yes sir, sorry sir".

"Dominic?"

"Sorry sir. I mean yes sir..I.."

"Good boys. So what I've decided is this.  Because of your
honesty in the confession list, I've reduced the number of
strokes to nine!"  He heard a short gasp from Jeremy and smiled.
"However, since this will be Dominic's first caning, I'm giving
only six now and you'll receive another three strokes tonight
when I arrive. So when I walk into the living room I want to see
the cane . number three I think.all ready for me to use.  Is that
clear Jeremy?"

"Yes sir."

"Good, now we can begin."  He flicked the cane lightly across
Dominic's bottom. "Remember to stay in position and don't say a
word!"

There was a sharp swishing sound and the crack of the first
stroke reverberated round the room.  "Owwww!  Owww!"  Dominic
burst into tears and grabbed the end of the bench, his knuckles
white.  Another crack and loud intake of breath told him that the
man was alternating between him and Jeremy.

Hardly had he managed to get his breath back when the second
stroke landed and he squealed and wriggled his buttocks as if to
waft air over them.  Tears fell off his cheeks onto the thick
padding.  He grit his teeth and prayed that it would all be over.

The cane descended again and again, Dominic not even aware which
stroke it was.  His bottom felt like a red hot poker had seared
it.  Despite this, once he'd got over the initial shock of the
sting imparted by the first two strokes, he discovered that it
was just about bearable, though only just!

Joe wiped his brow and looked at the red lines covering the two
large bottoms in front of him.  "Excellent Dominic.  I'm really
proud of you!" he said, putting the cane away.  "You took it
better than I thought you would."

He chuckled to himself and took some tubes from the shelf. 
Great! At this rate, he could start inviting one or two clients
in a week or so!

"I have to put this on the marks" he explained, carefully
spreading cream on the weals.  "This cream stops the skin from
bruising, and this one takes the pain away."

Jeremy turned his head to look at his friend and tried to smile.
He'd been scared that Dominic would start pleading with the man.
That would have earned them both extra!

"Okay boys, we're almost done here, I think."  Dominic saw
Jeremy's hands start to shake.

"Unfortunately, there's one small disciplinary matter we have to
take care of before we finish."  Dominic heard Jeremy starting to
cry.  What on earth.?

"You see boys, all of your assignments were very well explained.
The instructions really are very simple.  So when I see a simple
instruction completely ignored, I cannot allow such a blatant act
of disobedience to go unpunished."

Joe paused.  He was enjoying himself.  Yes, he could overlook it,
but to be honest, it was good for the boys to experience this at
least every few days.  "The incident to which I'm referring is
the pain threshold assignment.  I'm sure you remember.  It was so
simple, yet twice, you failed to use the restraints while being
paddled. Do not let it happen again!"

Dominic vaguely remembered.  Jeremy had said not to bother.  They
were in such a hurry!  But.   He heard Jeremy's sobs getting
louder and started to panic.

There was a soft clicking sound and he felt Jeremy rise an inch
off the bench, a high pitched animal-like scream renting the air.
He turned his head.  "Please sir, please..I."

The feeling of water being sprinkled between his thighs,
something cold and metallic, then.

Something like a large metal vice squashing his hips together,
dragging the lower part of his tummy down and squeezing
everything into a small knot.  Sharp knives skewered the top of
his legs and forced them up to where his intestines were being
turned inside out.  The skin on his inner thighs were being
forced through tiny sharp metal rings, pulling the flesh off his
bones. He opened his mouth but heard only a strange whine.  The
pain was off the scale.  This was the end!  Darkness fell.

***

"Wake up!  Dominic, please!"

A hand was shaking him.  He opened his eyes.  This wasn't real. 
He was dead!

"Dominic, please!  I just heard the warning bell.  The buzzer's
going to sound any second now.   Come on!"

Jeremy swam into focus.  He was standing.

Dominic started to cry.  What.?   "I can't get up" he said,
sobbing louder.  "You can see what he did!"   Was Jeremy so
thick?   "Look!"

Jeremy tried to stay calm.  "Look Dominic, you just fainted for a
minute, that's all. It's always like this the first time.  It
feels worse than it is.  You'll be a bit numb for an hour or so,
but then it'll be okay.  But we have to go and see what the
assignment is, or we'll get it again tomorrow!  Now get up!!"

He pulled Dominic's arm and dragged him off the bench.  Dominic
screamed and put his hands on his hips, expecting to feel nothing
but flesh, blood and bones sticking out.  Nothing!  He looked
down.  His skin looked perfectly normal.  "But. but it felt."

"Yeah I know" said Jeremy, shuddering.  "Depends where he does it
and what setting he puts it on.  Come on!"

He ran to the computer, Dominic following slowly, still checking
himself.   He looked around him.  How long would he have to stay
here?  Why was the man doing this?  Jeremy was pointing to the
treadmill and shouting.  The tears fell faster.  Please let it
all stop!