JIMMY

By Tommy

Jimmy opened his eyes and for a second, couldn't remember where
he was.  Above him was a white object.  What on earth…

Oh no!

Reality returned with a bump and he felt the tears start.  The
object was the washbasin in the bathroom.

The frightened eleven year old turned on his side, shivering. 
He'd fallen asleep on the pink bathmat but must have rolled onto
the cold bathroom tiles during the night.

He felt his face.  The hood was gone!  He could see where he was!

Sun was streaming through the small window and he heard birds
singing.  The tears flew faster.

A sudden jolt in his leg.  He'd forgotten the chain.  He moved
further down on the mat to the thin chain round his ankle  some
slack.  The other end was attached to a ring on the wall.  At
least it allowed him enough movement to use the toilet when he
needed, but…

Slowly he pulled himself to his feet and had a pee before turning
to the basin.  He saw his reflection in the mirror and bit his
lip in despair.  His cheeks were already red from the layers of
dried tears and his hair was wet and unkempt.  He splashed water
onto his head, then buried his face in his hands while he cried.

If only mummy would come!  Daddy would take him home and he'd go
to bed and have a story and….  The tears dropped into the basin.
 How long had he been here?  Two days?  He looked at his small
naked body and blushed with embarrassment.  Horrible men said he
wasn't allowed clothes!

At least his legs and thighs weren't as painful as they'd been
yesterday.  He turned to try and inspect his bottom but could see
nothing where the man had touched him with that horrible electric
thing.  Why… oh why were they doing this?  He'd promised to be
good!  Anything to stop the terrible pain, the slaps and being
pushed around like that…but why???

He couldn't remember much about how he'd got here.  A car near
the forest….door opening…something in his eyes…sharp pain like an
electric shock…then nothing.

But what did they want?   What had happened afterwards?  A hood
tied over his head…and tied up so he could hardly move.  Dark
room.  So thirsty.  So hungry.

Then the pain had started.  He remembered his clothes being
removed by somebody.  Trying to cover his privates with his hand,
then…

They'd really hurt him for that!   Hurt him with the electric
stick till he was screaming..pleading with them to stop.

Then the ropes and chains…tied up so tight he couldn't move.  The
electric stick on his privates!  How it had hurt!  Why had they
carried on?  He'd promised to do whatever they said, but still
they hurt him!

The bowls of water in his little room.  Like a dog!  Where was
it?  It had been smelly and musty, like a basement.  Then he'd
heard the noise and felt something crawling over him!  That had
been worse than the other things!  They seemed to follow him no
matter where he moved to.

They'd left him on his own for what seemed like hours.  Then
pulled out and made to stand facing a wall, hands on his head and
ordered not to move.  He had tried.  He hadn't moved, he was sure
of that.  But no use.  The pain started again!  On his legs,
thighs, back and buttocks, the people taking turns to tease him
with long electric metal prods while he screamed and begged for
them to stop.

Then another room.  Smaller this time.  At least it felt smaller.
More dust.  Cobwebs everywhere.  He remembered and sobbed
quietly.  They'd chained him to the wall so he couldn't move. 
The spiders had come again. The flies and other horrible little…!
 No!  Mustn't think about it.  He'd screamed and screamed till
his throat had hurt.

Jimmy sniffed and wiped his nose, hands shaking.  They hadn't
hurt him since yesterday afternoon.  Who were they?  Why had they
made him sleep here?  He looked down at the chain round his
ankle.  It was sore.   Please don't let them hurt him anymore! 
Please!

A noise!

The bathroom door opened and Jimmy saw a thin man put his head
round.  He started to tremble, his lip quivering.  Please….

"Oh, you're up already?"  Ken smiled at the terrified youngster.
"I bet you're famished, aren't you?"

Jimmy felt his head spinning.  The man was…was so different!  His
voice sounded friendly.  Not like the snarls of the last few
days.  Perhaps another person.  Why…?

"Anyway young man, as soon as you've had a good shower, we can
have some breakfast. Let's just get this off, shall we?"

Jimmy watched, too scared to speak, while the man knelt and
unlocked the metal ring around his ankle.

Ken tried not to laugh at the boy's expression.  They were always
like this!  He ran the water and checked the temperature.

"Okay, this feels fine.  Just one thing Jimmy!"

He took the little boy by the shoulders and looked him straight
in the eyes.

"We're giving you a chance!" he said quietly.   He smiled and
wiped the tears from the boy's cheek.  Shit, he was cute!  Not
overweight in the slightest, yet with that layer of puppy fat and
pert half moon backside that made some small boys so sexy.  Large
blue eyes peered at him beneath a shock of blond curly hair that
was simply begging for a visit to the barber.  His eyes fell on
the boy's small penis and he sighed with pleasure.

"We're giving you a chance to show us how obedient you are" he
continued.  "Do everything we say – and I mean everything – and
we'll take you home.  That's a promise!"

His eyes narrowed.  "The house is completely surrounded by high
walls and fences, so it's impossible to escape.  If you try,
well, you'll find that the last few days are nothing, absolutely
nothing compared to what will happen to you.  Understand?"

Jimmy felt the tears starting again, but nodded sadly.  "Y..yes
sir."   He didn't know what they wanted.  He'd do anything… just
please don't let them put him in those rooms and hurt him again!

"Good!"  Ken stood up.  "Right, quick shower, then straight to
the kitchen!"  He paused and smiled.  "Oh, and no clothes Jimmy,
so don't even ask!"

"Oh fuck me, here comes little Mister Cuddlebum!  Hello Jimmy."

The words came from a large fat man sat at the pine table, wiping
the last few crumbs of toast from his mouth.

Jimmy recognised the voice from the previous few days and his
legs turned to jelly.  No… please…please…

Mike laughed and winked at Ken, sat opposite.  "Come on Jimmy,
I'm not going to bite.  Well, not yet anyway." he said, laughing.
"Here, have some breakfast."

He poured some milk into a glass and placed a large plate of cold
meat, ham and cheese next to it.  "Come on then."

Jimmy blinked and walked to the table, his cheeks reddening as
the cool air over his body reminded him that he was completely
naked.   He saw where the big man's eyes were fixed and he
blushed a deeper red. Yet the men didn't seem to mind at all. 
Why?

The first mouthful made his throat sore but a copious quantity of
milk soon had him feeling better.  Why no cereal?  Just this? 
Slices of cheese?  The men watched him eat, occasionally looking
at each other and laughing.  Jimmy kept his eyes down on his
plate.  What did they want?  When could he go home?  Please let
him go home… please!

Ken saw the boy's lip quiver and clapped his hands.  "Tell you
what Jimmy, why not go for a swim?  Simon's already in the pool.
You can go and play for a while."

The boy looked up in surprise. His head still felt light.  They
were talking to him as though they were favourite uncles, yet
yesterday…!  He looked to where Ken was pointing.  Through the
door was a large living room and some sliding glass doors that
opened onto a red brick patio.  He could hear splashing.  But who
was Simon and..?

"Come on!"  Ken laughed and propelled the nude little boy to the
door.  He gave him a quick hug and patted his small pert bottom.
"The pool's just over there on the left.  Simon's about your age,
and there are plenty of toys there.  Have fun!"

He half turned, then suddenly remembered something.

"Oh hang on a second!"

He grabbed a small pill from the table and gave it to Jimmy with
a glass of milk.

"I almost forgot.  Take this.  It's just a vitamin" he added,
seeing Jimmy examine it closely.

He waited for the boy to swallow it, and took the cup.

"Simon has to show you exactly what you have to do!  Have fun!"

Mike watched the boy leave.  "Did he take it?"

"Course he did.  Doesn't taste that bad.  You should know!"

They laughed.  Mike nodded.  "Yeah, a lot nicer than Viagra! I
must say, these cialis tabs are a hell of a lot better.  Oh, and
they last a lot longer"   He picked up the small bottle and
screwed the top on tightly.  "Did Simon take his as well?"

Ken nodded.  "Yes, about an hour ago."

Mike rubbed his hands and grinned.  He loved it when the boys got
boners, their embarrassment and consternation when their
erections lasted so long.  Oh, and so much fun to play with!

"He seems okay.  What do you think?" Ken asked.

Mike shrugged.  "He should be fine.  I still think an extra day
in the cellar would help, but this one seems quite obedient. 
Anyway, we'll soon find out."

Ken nodded.  They'd tried many different ways over the years to
prepare the boys and this was by far the most effective.  Two or
three days of pure terror right at the start usually ensured
total obedience.

Jimmy found the pool and his eyes widened.  Set in a large well
manicured lawn, it was at least thirty feet long and complete
with diving boards, slides and an assortment of inflatable toys
littering the surface. He saw the boy in the water about the same
time as the boy saw him. Simon stopped his splashing and stared.
Jimmy walked closer.  For a few seconds they regarded each other,
a myriad of expressions on their faces – fear, relief,
curiosity..

"I guess you must be the new one."  Simon's voice was higher than
Jimmy's, but quieter.  Slightly smaller than Jimmy, he was a
little chubbier and his dark brown hair shorter than Jimmy's. 
His hazel eyes regarded Jimmy with trepidation.  "They said
they'd be getting another boy." Jimmy looked at Simon, then at
the toys in the pool, finally gazing at the flowerbeds in the
distance.

"Don't even think of it!"  Simon's voice was louder and Jimmy
stared at him in surprise.

"You can't get out."

"What?"

"There's a wall goes all around and a fence on the other side
with dogs.  I hear them barking sometimes.  Anyway,…"  Hi voice
tailed off and he looked around him like a frightened rabbit.  He
smiled shyly.  "Jump in then!" Jimmy tested the water with his
toe.  Warmer than he'd expected.   He jumped in the shallow end
and surfaced a few feet from Simon who quickly swam to the edge.

"What's your name?"

"Jimmy. Yours?"

"Simon.  How old are you?"

"Eleven.  Nearly twelve."

Simon looked at him closely.  "I'm ten.  Eleven in October
though!"

An embarrassed silence followed, typical of young boys' first
acquaintance.

"Just do whatever they say!"  Simon spoke quietly, his voice
trembling slightly.  "Don't make them angry.  Just don't…"

He swam over to the other side and waited for Jimmy to catch up.
He nodded quickly towards the house.

"There are cameras over there and they see everything.   No don't
look!"

Jimmy followed him underneath the diving board.  "How long you
been here?"

Simon looked puzzled.  "Dunno.  Two or three months maybe.  I
can't…"

"They said they'd take me home!" said Jimmy.  "They said if I was
good, they'd take me home."

Simon looked away.  He looked close to tears.

"That's what they told me as well."  He averted his eyes.  "But
it's not like that.  They…they…"

Jimmy felt a cold prickling up his spine.  "What?"

"I mean…well they said one week to me, but..well.. it's one week
if they're happy with you.  But if they're not happy, they keep
adding days on and then…I mean…if you get punishment days, they
add on more days and…"

Jimmy felt cold.  "Punishment days?  What do you mean?"

Simon didn't answer.  His face was pale.  Suddenly he pushed off
from the edge.  "Come on.  We're supposed to do fifty lengths!"

Jimmy swam after him, heart thumping in his chest.  He'd be good.
 Had to be!  Home in one week.  One week!

He heard a voice from the house.  "Five minutes boys!"

"C'mon, quick!"  Simon swam to the edge and pulled himself out. 
Jimmy followed a few feet behind.  Getting out of the pool he saw
Simon's bottom was covered with straight red lines, some reaching
round to his thighs.

Simon heard his exclamation and looked round to see where Jimmy
was looking.  He shrugged.  "Yeah, I got caned last night" he
said in a matter of fact tone.   "Why?"

"Can't remember."

"You can't remember?"  Jimmy sat on the edge.  What was he
talking about? He'd seen enough old movies to know what a caning
was.  They used to cane boys in school.  Daddy had told him that.
But nobody did that any more and…

Simon gazed down at his new companion and shrugged.  "They were
just playing. And I suppose to make me try harder…or something
like that. Doesn't matter anyway.  Happens all the time.  They
like it, and that's that!"

Jimmy followed him to a small shower at the corner.

"Soap's here" said Simon.  They don't like you to smell of
chlorine."

The water was warm.  Jimmy squeezed the large soap tube and
spread the liquid soap all over him.  It smelt nice.  Roses?  He
looked around.  They had a neighbour who sometimes let them use
their pool but it was never as warm as this one!

He looked at Simon, a few inches smaller than him.  He was
washing himself fast!  Jimmy did the same.  Perhaps the men would
be pleased.  Perhaps they'd let him go soon.  Perhaps…

"Okay, dry yourself!"  Simon pointed to a pile of towels hanging
over a chair.  "Quickly!"

The boys rubbed their hair and dried themselves as fast as they
could.  The day was fine and Jimmy felt the sun growing stronger.

"One of them'll be here in a minute" said Simon, sounding a
little nervous.  He glanced at Jimmy.  They said I have to teach
you what to do."  He looked down.

"So what?" asked Jimmy, looking back towards the house.  "What?"

"Just do what I do!"

Jimmy looked momentarily lost.  "What do we have to do?"

"Have a boner!"   Simon looked away, his cheeks red.

"What?"

"A boner, a stiffie!  You know.  Make your willy stand up!  They
like it!"

Jimmy felt he was dreaming.  Simon was rubbing his small penis
with one hand, his other hand down lower, playing with his balls.

"Just do it!"  Jimmy was scared by the desperation in Simon's
voice.

"Quickly!"

Jimmy watched open mouthed as Simon's penis lengthened and
stiffened until it was pointing straight up.  Yes, his own willy
often did this, but…   It happened quite a lot, mostly when he
was in bed, 'playing' with it, and sometimes in the bath or when
he was getting up in the morning.  He knew that Mummy had seen it
go hard many times, but she never said anything.  It felt nice,
but he knew it was something private.  But now…

He touched his small penis and was surprised to find it reacting
to his touch.  He looked around him, embarrassed.  Why was it
going stiff so quickly?  He rubbed the tip, like he did under the
bedclothes, and was amazed to see his tiny manhood suddenly
expand in size.

Yes, he'd often explored his parts while in bed.  He'd even
played with his thing so much that it tingled, but every time
he'd fallen asleep soon after.  But now…?  What was it doing?

"That's right.  Make it stick up.  Hurry!"   Simon was looking at
him, his own sausage now standing to attention.   "Pull the skin
back a bit!  They don't like the end covered  like that!"

Too late.  Jimmy didn't have a clue what Simon was talking about.

Heavy footsteps.   "Hello boys.  Had a good swim?"

Simon turned quickly to Jimmy.  "You have to call them 'Uncle'!"
He hesitated.  "But in the evening or if they're angry, best call
them 'Sir'!"

Jimmy didn't have time to ask any questions.  To his amazement,
Simon flung down the towel and ran to the fat man approaching
them dressed in large white bathrobe, flinging his arms around
him and jumping up.  The fat man hugged him tightly and lifted
him up, kissing Simon's lips like Jimmy had seen people do in
films.

"How's my big boy today then?" Mike asked, nuzzling the little
boy's neck. He lowered his hand and toyed with the boy's stiff
penis.

"Oh great uncle" replied Simon.  "I swam fifty lengths like you
said!"

"Good boy!"  Mike released him and walked to a large pool lounger
covered with a red mattress. The plastic frame creaked as he lay
down.  Simon followed and knelt down beside him.  Jimmy stood
transfixed, towel still in his hand, watching.

Mike looked up.  "Come on Jimmy!"

He watched the little boy walk over and chuckled at the confusion
in his eyes.

"Did you do fifty lengths as well, Jimmy?"

He reached out and took Jimmy's penis between his fingers,
drawing him closer.  Jimmy gasped.  The man was touching his…!

"Well?"

"I…er…No sir..I mean no, uncle."

"Why not?"  Mike's voice was quiet but firm.

"I…I..don't know uncle."  Jimmy felt himself trembling.  The
man's fingers were playing with his privates, making his penis
even stiffer.

Mike laughed.  "Well, never mind.  Kneel down here.We can discuss
it later."

He looked at Simon and smiled.  "Ready to show Jimmy what to do?"

Simon nodded and glanced at his new companion on the other side
of the lounger.  Jimmy hadn't done the obligatory fifty lengths,
but he was supposed to have told him to do them!  He sighed.  He
knew what that meant.  His buttocks twitched in anticipation of
what the evening would bring!

Jimmy knelt, mesmerised.  He watched as Simon lay next to the
large man and started kissing him.  A little hand slid inside the
bathrobe and uncovered the man's hairy chest.  Mike closed his
eyes and moaned with pleasure as Simon's tiny fingers teased his
large nipples.  Oh fuck, he loved that!

Slowly, the man's torso was uncovered, Simon licking and kissing
every inch of the enormous chest and belly beneath him.

Jimmy's eyes grew wider.  He saw Simon's hand slip further down
to between the man's legs.  Touching his…his….

Simon pulled the bathrobe away and Jimmy's mouth fell open.  The
man's thing was sticking up, as if guarding the huge hairy balls
beneath.  Jimmy felt sick.  It looked so…. so big!

Simon's fingers were everywhere.  One hand was slowly teasing the
man's long shaft while the other gently caressed his heavy
looking balls.

Mike groaned and Simon, recognising the signal, changed position.
Jimmy watched in amazement as the young boy turned the other way
round, lifting his leg over the man's chest and straddling him,
head down between the man's legs, bum sticking up provocatively
in front of the man's face.

Now he was… was…

Jimmy couldn't believe it.  Simon had the man's thing in his
mouth!  In his mouth!  Ugghh!

As he watched, he saw Simon sucking, then teasing, his little
tongue all over the end of the man's enormous…!  His hands were
everywhere,  feeling the man's balls, delving deeper between his
legs, stroking his thighs…!

He saw the man shiver, then laugh.   Simon's bottom was swaying
provocatively in front of the man's face.  The man started to
stroke it.  Jimmy stared.  Why?  It was only a bottom.  Only a…

The man was running his finger down Simon's crack!   His other
hand was between Simon's legs.  Jimmy saw the man playing with
the small privates dangling there.   But why…?

The man seemed to love it!  Jimmy watched in horror as the man
licked his finger, then started to push it inside Simon's bottom
hole.   Uggh!  That was disgusting!

"Is that nice, Simon?"

A short pause, then an almost indistinct reply.  "Yes uncle."

Mike looked at Jimmy and smiled.  "See, not so difficult, is it."

He reached down and toyed with Jimmy's small penis.  Jimmy
flinched.

"Hey, I like my boys to have boners.  Come on Jimmy!"

Jimmy hadn't even realised that he'd lost his erection.  He
looked down at what the man's hand was doing.  Despite his fear,
he couldn't deny the delightful sensation at the tip of his small
manhood.  He saw his willy rise, the tip pushing through the
man's huge fingers.  Mike laughed.  "See Jimmy, it's nice, isn't
it!"

Jimmy was confused.  Why did his thing go hard so quickly?  He
knew it was supposed to be rude, wasn't it?  But it did feel nice
and…

"Owww!"  What was the man doing?

Mike chuckled. His fingers were slowly easing Jimmy's foreskin
back.  "I'm just making this skin a bit looser Jimmy.  Only a
little bit.  It's like a scarf wrapped tightly round your body,
stopping you from stretching.  There, you can see the end
properly now, can't you?"

Jimmy looked at his small swollen glans in amazement.  He'd
played with his willy many times but had never tried to pull the
skin back very far.  He'd been afraid.

"There, that's better.  Nothing to stop your penis from growing
now!"

The man's fingers teased Jimmy's small testicles and the boy felt
sensations stronger than any he'd encountered beneath the
bedclothes.  His penis jerked and lengthened even more.

Mike whistled softly.  "My, you are a big boy aren't you!"  He
nodded at the small bits dangling between Simon's legs.   "Bigger
than Simon here."

He suddenly moaned quietly and closed his eyes. Jimmy looked at
what Simon was doing.  The boys head was bobbing up and down,
faster and faster, faint grunting noises emanating from his
mouth, clamped firmly over the man's throbbing penis.   The man
was breathing heavily now.  Jimmy saw him push a second finger
into Simon's bottom.  But….?

Mike opened an eye and laughed at Jimmy's expression.

"Oh, his bottom will be getting something a lot bigger than my
fingers later on!" he chuckled.  "Yours as well!"

He suddenly gasped and removed his fingers, grabbing Simon's hips
and squeezing them hard.

"Oh fuck!  Oh yes!  You fuckin' little cocksucker!  Oh fuck!"

The man's body tensed and Jimmy saw Simon's face redden, his
cheeks moving rapidly, quiet grunting noises from his nose.

He stayed like that for another minute till the man sighed
contentedly and patted Simon's bottom.  "Hmm, very nice Simon." 
He paused.   "Come here."

Simon lifted his leg across the man's chest and turned, cuddling
up to the fat man like a loving son with his father. Mike kissed
his nose and stroked his hair.

"Was it nice?"

"Yes uncle."

Mike hugged him hard.  "Good boy!"

"Swallow everything?"

"Yes uncle."

"Good."

Mike yawned and looked at Jimmy.  "I have to go to the office
now.  Uncle Ken will be here in a minute and Simon will show you
what to do."  He sat up and waited for Simon to help him with his
bathrobe.

"Bye!"

"Bye uncle!"   The boys looked at each other in silence.  Jimmy
shook his head, tears appearing.  "I can't I"

Simon shrugged.  "Don't be silly.  You don't have a choice."  He
sat on the edge of the pool and splashed the water with his toes.
 "It's not that bad once you get used to it.  Besides, if you
don't, they'll just put you back in one of those rooms for a few
more days and….."

He looked around him, his face pale.  "Jimmy, what they did to
you when you arrived was nothing compared to what they'll do if
you make them angry."  He shivered.  "The spiders get bigger! 
Horrible creepy-crawlies! Then they put the rats in with you. 
Then…."  Simon swallowed nervously.  "They hurt you Jimmy!  I
mean, really hurt you!"

Jimmy nodded, feeling sick at the memory.  "Yeah, they kept
touching me with metal things.  I think it was electricity or
something.  They did it everywhere. That was horrible and…."

Simon snorted and shook his head.  "No, that's nothing.  His
voice grew quieter.  " Punishment days are worse.  They did it to
me once.  I mean they… they put you on a table and put wires all
over you and….and leave you in the dark ..and then the…the
electricity…..electricity everywhere…much more..it hurts so
much…ages..ages and ages..and…"  His voice trailed off.   He felt
sick.

"Just do whatever they say.  Be polite.  They spank us all the
time.  You'll see!  Hand, paddles, slippers…  Sometimes other
things.   They like it.  Your bum'll get used to it after a
while."

"What's a paddle?"

"Like a wooden bat.  They've got loads of them.  Their friends
send them from America, I think."

Jimmy looked around him.  Why him?  Why couldn't he just go home
and….

He heard a noise.  Somebody opening the sliding doors?

Simon looked round then spoke rapidly in hushed tones.

"Listen Jimmy, do exactly what I do.  I mean exactly! Uncle Ken
pretends to be nice but he gets angry really fast if you don't
try hard."

"You..you mean I have to….have to suck his…his thing like you
did?"  Jimmy shook his head.  "But…"

Simon looked at him as if he were mad.  "Look, if you don't we'll
both get punished!  Just do it!"  He suddenly remembered
something. "Jimmy, don't forget to swallow everything!  Make sure
you don't miss any!"

Jimmy looked at him blankly.  "Swallow what?"

"His,,his cum.. you know!"

Jimmy didn't understand.  "What do you mean…cum?"

Simon looked as if he were talking to a complete idiot.  "The
stuff that comes out of his willy.  Make sure you swallow it! 
Every drop!"  He seemed to remember something.  "It's not always
easy with Uncle Ken.  He's really big!"

"Big?"

They heard footsteps.  Simon jumped up.  "Come on!"

Jimmy saw the man approaching and he shivered.  Taller then the
fat man, this one was smiling but something in his eyes showed he
expected a lot more.  He wasn't wearing a bathrobe like the other
man, just a pair of boxer shorts.  Jimmy looked again and saw
that the front of his shorts was being pushed outwards.  It was
his…his thing!

"Hi boys!  I don't have much time this morning. I.."

Ken laughed as Simon jumped into his arms, kissing his lips, then
buried his head in Ken's neck.  Simon looked round at Jimmy, his
eyes speaking volumes.

Jimmy bit his lip and tried to stop himself from trembling.  He
had to do it.  Had to!

"Hello uncle!"  Jimmy ran and hugged the man hard.

Ken looked down at the little boy and laughed.  "I guess it's a
start.  Take my shorts down Jimmy!"

He let Simon down and tousled his hair.  "I hope you've been
teaching your friend well" he said, grinning.   There was
silence.  Both Ken and Simon watched as Jimmy grasped the
waistband of the tight black boxers and slid them down.

"Big, isn't it!"  Ken's voice was friendly, but his eyes were
hard.

Jimmy blinked and blinked again , trying to understand.  The
man's thing was…was…so big!   Much longer and thicker than the
fat man.  How could a man have such a big thing?

He watched as the man sat on the edge of the sun lounger.  He
didn't lie down like the fat man, but just sat on the edge.

Ken looked at his watch, then at Simon.  He smiled.

"Lunch at two pm Simon.  Plates are ready.  Make sure you show
Jimmy how to use the microwave, how to serve properly and wash up
afterwards. Okay?"

Simon nodded.  "Yes uncle."

"It'll be the slipper today Simon.  You like that, don't you?"

Yes, thank you uncle."

Ken looked at Jimmy and explained.  "Lunchtime spanking.  We like
you boys to have red bottoms when you serve us lunch."

He laughed and opened his legs wide.

"So come on Jimmy.  Show me what you've learned!"

Jimmy blinked.  His head was spinning.  What did he have to do? 
Not…not that…please!

Simon nudged him and laughed loudly and artificially.  "Come on
Jimmy!  Like I showed you…remember?  Look!"

Jimmy saw his friend drop to his knees and plant himself between
the man's legs.  His legs shaking, he did the same and knelt next
to Simon.

"Do what I do!" hissed Simon nervously.  His small hands were
suddenly all over the man's balls.  He nodded at Jimmy.  "Go on!"

Jimmy took a deep breath. The man's thing was just a few inches
from his face.  How could anyone have such a big willy?  It
was…just…huge!

Ken looked down and laughed.   "Come on Jimmy.  Get that mouth
busy.  I'm waiting!"

The tone of his voice made Jimmy shiver.  He reached out with
both hands and grabbed the end of the man's enormous penis.  He
looked on in terror as it grew even more. The skin had slid all
the way back and the man's huge glans was still expanding.

But.. but.. how could he..?

Simon felt a twinge of sympathy for his new friend, but Jimmy had
to learn. Jimmy closed his eyes and started to push his lips over
the huge pink glans.  It felt soft and tasted a bit salty.  Simon
took Jimmy's hands and showed him how to hold the man's enormous
penis, guiding his hands up and down slowly.  "Like this!" he
whispered.

Ken opened his legs wider and sighed.  "Come on Jimmy.  I want it
in your mouth..now!"

The boy opened his mouth as wide as he could.  His eyes bulged. 
It was too big!  How could he…?  This wasn't happening…surely!

"C'mon Jimmy!" whispered Simon, nervously.   "Please!"

He looked up quickly at the man's face, then at Jimmy. They had
to keep the man happy!  Had to!   Both of the men liked spanking
him, and loved it when he wriggled and squealed, but uncle Ken
always spanked much harder than the other one.  He thought of the
caning he'd got last night.  They'd decided to play schools – one
of their favourite games – and had made him dress up in a proper
school uniform complete with white shirt, tie, underpants and
tight grey shorts – not that they'd stayed on for long!  Both men
had been in a good mood but even so, the caning had been painful.
 He wouldn't like uncle Ken to cane him while in a bad mood! 
Though since the men had both enjoyed themselves so much, the
cane was no doubt going to be used a lot more often now!

"Please Jimmy!"

He saw Jimmy lick his lips and try again.  At least the man's
thing was more slippery now.  Should be a bit…

Jimmy eased his lips over the swollen glans.  It was in!   Ken
moaned with pleasure as he felt the boy's tongue probing.   "Hmm,
not bad for your first time Jimmy."  He laughed.  "That's one of
your hole's  filled.  We'll fill the other one tonight, hmm?"

He laughed again and stroked Jimmy's blond hair.  Shit the boy
was so beautiful!  He winked at Simon.  "Seems like you have
competition, hmm?"

Simon nodded, smiling.  "Yes uncle."

Ken closed his eyes for a second.  Fuck, the boy's mouth was
tight!

"Oh fuck!  Better get ready Jimmy!"

Simon stroked the man just behind his balls.  He always liked
that when he was coming.
Jimmy struggled to breathe through his nose, his tongue pushing
and teasing the end the man's enormous glans filling his mouth. 
Get ready?  Ready for what?

He felt the man's cock grow slightly bigger.  What…?

His throat suddenly filled with a sour liquid.  No…please..what…?

He gagged and pulled his mouth off the man's penis, a jet of
white sticky fluid hitting him in the face.  He looked around,
panicking.  "No!    Please..I can't..I didn't know…"

In a flash, Simon had grabbed the man's pulsating penis and had
it in his mouth, slurping loudly, hoping that it would somehow
keep the man satisfied.  He glanced angrily at Jimmy who was
looking at them nervously, the man's white semen on his cheeks
and lips.  Stupid Jimmy!  Please don't let him do anything else
to make the man angry..please!  His mouth still clamped firmly
round the man's slowly softening cock, he looked at Jimmy and
shook his head almost imperceptibly, trying hard to make him
understand.   He mustn't wipe any of it from his face!   The man
hated that!   Ken shook his head slowly and grunted at Simon to
stop. The little boy released the flaccid penis and held it in
his hand for a few seconds, licking the tip carefully to clean
it.

For a while there was silence.  Ken nodded at Jimmy.  "Simon,
clean his face!"

Jimmy wisely kept quiet and allowed the younger boy to lick the
semen from his face.  That had been awful!   Just…disgusting!

Simon checked he'd got most of the stuff from Jimmy's face. 
"There's some round your lips.  Lick it off quickly" he
whispered.  He breathed a sigh of relief.  Thank goodness Jimmy
hadn't tried to wipe it off with his hands!

Ken read his mind and smiled.  "That's right Simon.  Precious
stuff, isn't it?"

"Yes uncle."

"Where's the only place it can go?"

"In our holes, uncle."

Ken patted Simon's head and nodded.  "That's right.  In your
holes!"

He looked at Jimmy for a few seconds thoughtfully.
"Anything to say young man?"

Jimmy felt his skin go cold.  It wasn't fair!  He hadn't known… 
He pouted and looked at the ground.

"Sorry uncle."

 Ken looked sternly at the scared boy, then smiled.

"Well, at least you know how to do it now!"    He stood up and
looked at Jimmy, then down at his boxers.  The boy quickly pulled
them up for him.

"Okay boys, I think Uncle Mike has already said when we want
lunch.  I'll be upstairs working, so don't make a lot of noise."

He turned Simon round and looked at the faded marks on his plump
backside.

"Honestly Simon, I don't know what all the fuss was about last
night. The marks are almost gone!"

He drew the small boy close to him and kissed his soft lips.

"I've got a little surprise for you later!"

Simon kissed the man on his mouth.  "What is it uncle?  Tell
me..please!"

Ken fondled Simon's soft buttocks and kissed him again.

"Well, when we were in the attic, we found a whole collection of
school canes. Some of them should be in a museum.  They're
exactly like the one my teachers used to use on me!"

He kissed the little boy again and ran his hand all over his
bottom.

"There's loads of them! I thought we'd have a little
demonstration later, just before bed.  Now we've got Jimmy as
well, it should be fun."

Simon grabbed the man's head and kissed him full on the lips. 
"Thank you uncle!"

He looked at the man, a cheeky smile on his lips.  "Please uncle,
am I going to uncle Mike first and then sleeping with you
tonight?"  Simon pointed at Jimmy. "Or….I…I ..didn't know.. I
mean ..with the new boy here…and…."

Ken looked at the sky and laughed.  "That's really none of your
business Simon. Okay?"

"Yes uncle."

Simon kissed the man again and waited obediently while his bottom
was fondled, squeezed and given a sharp slap.

"Okay boys.  Have fun!"

They watched the tall man walk back to the house.

"Where are they going?" asked Jimmy, licking his lips carefully.
What a strange taste!

"They go up to the second floor" said Simon, looking at the
house.   "They have some offices there.  You'll see later.  It's
a big house.  We're not allowed to go past the second floor
though"

He looked at Jimmy and then at the doors leading in.  "Come on. 
We have to start!"

Jimmy followed his friend back to the house.  "Start what?"

"We have to clean the house of course" said Simon, shaking his
head.  "Then we get lunch ready.  Weren't you listening?"

Jimmy looked around him at the living room and the other rooms
beyond.  "What do you mean, clean?"

Simon opened a cupboard under the sink and started throwing out
rags.   "We have to clean the house!  Wipe everything.  Vacuum.
Get rid of the dust.  Clean the windows.!"

Jimmy looked at Simon as if he were insane.  An eleven and ten
year old, having to clean a house?

Simon grabbed a rag and soaked it in water.  He handed it to
Jimmy.  "The table over there!  Shelves, ornaments, stairs…. Just
start!"

Jimmy, having observed his mother cleaning the house many times,
immediately started wiping everything in sight.
He looked round at Simon.

"What did he mean about our holes?"

"What?"

"When he said about his… his stuff only going in two holes.  What
does that mean?"

Simon stopped polishing the kitchen floor and gazed at Jimmy as
if seeing him for the first time.

"Your mouth and your bum!"

Jimmy stopped his wiping and stared at Simon.

"My bum?"

"Course!"

Jimmy shook his head.  "What do you mean, my bum?"

Simon put the rag down and sat on the white tiled floor hugging
his knees. The tiles were cold and he shivered.  He looked
around.  How many times had he sat like this in the evening to
cool his sore bottom and sometimes his privates while the men
fixed themselves a drink before calling him back to continue the
evening spanking session?  "I mean when they fuck you!"

"Fuck me?"  Jimmy hated saying the word.  It was so rude!

"Yes!"

"But, how can they? That's something a man does to a woman
and…..isn't it?"  Jimmy's voice trailed off, his knowledge of sex
education limited to what he'd heard from older boys and over
heard jokes.  "How?"

Simon wiped his brow.  For a second he felt tears at the back of
his eyes.  He remembered the first time that…. No!  He had to be
good.  Had to keep them happy!

"They fuck your bottom Jimmy!" Simon  took a deep breath.  "They
gave me something the first time to make it easier, and they put
something inside to make my hole bigger…a buttplug it's
called..and I …but….oh, you'll see!"

He resumed his polishing of the kitchen floor, hoping that Jimmy
wouldn't see the look on his face.  Not just fear though.  A
small feeling of relief.    If there were two boys now, that
surely meant that every evening they'd be a boy for each of the
men and a bit less work for him.   They continued their cleaning
duties for another hour, Simon instructing Jimmy on what to do
and indicating the places most likely to be missed.
"They're really fussy about having the house clean" he explained,
rinsing a rag under the water.  "I know the places they look now,
but at the beginning, they found spots I missed every day!"  He
shuddered.  "So be careful!  Don't miss anything!"

Jimmy looked at his new friend with awe.   It was hard to believe
that Simon was only ten years old – younger than him – yet spoke
with such experience – like a grown-up!

Simon looked at the clock.  "Right, we have to get the lunch
ready now."  He pointed to a large cupboard.  "Get two of the
white plates and then knives and forks. I'll start heating the
food."

As Jimmy watched Simon putting pots in the microwave he realised
that the men must eat the food his mummy called 'tv dinners'. 
Buy it already cooked and just heat it up.  He set two places
only to find Simon re-arranging the plates and cutlery.  "They're
really angry if it's not done right!  Napkin here, under the
fork… like that!"

Checking the clock again, Simon ran to the living room and
brought back an old worn leather slipper which he placed on the
table.  Jimmy looked at it in surprise.  What…?

"When you hear them come in, face the table and bend over.  Don't
say anything.  Just grab your ankles and don't move till they've
finished  spanking you!"

"Why?"

"Why what?"

"Why do they spank you?"

Simon shrugged his shoulders.  "Dunno really.  They said that
it's good for me.  Sore bum makes me work harder…and..and they
like it, so…."

Heavy footsteps from upstairs.

"Quickly.  Next to me!  Here!"

Jimmy felt his heart racing.  The men were coming back!  He
copied Simon and bent over next to him.

"Open your legs a bit!" hissed Simon. They like to see your
privates!"

The door opened and Jimmy saw the legs of the men as they walked
in.

"Oh my, would you look at that!" said Mike cheerfully. "You are
good boys!"

Ken nodded, admiring the sight of two young chubby bottoms facing
them.  He strode over to the table and picked up the slipper.

"Wait a minute.  This is for Simon's bottom" he said to Mike,
winking.  "Look I even wrote a large 'S' inside, see?"

"I guess you're right" said Mike, joining in the fun.  "Oh dear,
what shall we do?"

"Well I think the boys should each have their own implements,
don't you?"

"Absolutely!"

Ken ran his finger down between Simon's buttocks, chuckling at
the gasp it elicited.  "Stand up Simon!"

"Yes uncle."

"Why did you only put one slipper on the table, when you know
Jimmy is here?"

Simon looked at the tall man, then the fat one.  Why? But..?

"Sorry uncle."  Simon hung his head and hoped he looked suitably
chastened.

"Go up to the storeroom and bring another slipper like this one!"

"Yes uncle."

Simon sped out of the door and up to the small room at the end of
the corridor on the first floor.  The storeroom was really a very
large cupboard with deep shelves.  Items of every description
were piled high, the function of most of them a complete mystery
to Simon.  Some of the items he'd seen before.  One small narrow
leather strap made him shiver.  He recognised it as the one
they'd used last week on his privates.  Gosh, that had stung!

There was a bundle of things on the second shelf he hadn't seen
before. A cloth wrapped round a pile of…school canes!  His heart
beat faster.  Oh no! He recognised the characteristic curved
handles immediately.  So these were the canes that uncle Ken had
found! He swallowed nervously. Apart from some of the more
'exotic' punishments that he didn't care to dwell on, the men had
always used mainly their hands or slippers and paddles on his
bottom.  The cane had been very different!   Perhaps overall not
much more painful, but the sharp sting it imparted at the
beginning was quite dreadful!

It only took a few moments to find another slipper like the one
downstairs and he raced back to the kitchen.

"Please uncle, is this one okay?" he asked politely.

Ken took the slipper and examined it.

"Yes, that's fine" he said.  He took a pen from his pocket and
wrote a large "J" inside.

"Well?"

Simon turned and bent over, checking that his legs were open just
far enough for his parts to be on show.  Why the men liked this
he never understood, but they did.

Ken tapped the boy's soft bottom with the slipper.  "Ready
Simon?"

"Yes uncle."

"Good!"

The first few slaps reverberated round the kitchen and Jimmy
heard a sharp intake of breath.  He turned his head and saw Simon
gritting his teeth, knuckles gripping his ankles hard.

The slaps continued for another minute, though not so fast. 
Jimmy saw that Simon had relaxed his grip slightly and was
staring at the floor, not a tear in sight.

"Good boy."  Ken looked at the bright red bottom in front of him
and nodded.  "Now then…"  He winked at Mike, who was holding the
new slipper in his hand.

Jimmy gripped his ankles as hard as he could.  Please….!

He heard the fat man laughing, then felt a large hand patting his
bottom.

"Ready Jimmy?"

"Y..y..yes uncle."

"Good boy."

The slaps were surprisingly light, making much less noise than
the ones poor Simon had got.

Having bit his lip in anticipation, Jimmy relaxed a bit, but kept
a firm grip of his ankles.

Mike sighed with contentment and grinned at Ken.  The tall man
was stroking Simon's red bottom very gently, his other hand
between the lad's legs, teasing his small privates.

"Okay Jimmy, that was just an introduction.   The last ten are
going to get a lot harder.  You can cry if you have to, but not
too loud – that gives me a headache!  But don't you dare let go
of your ankles or stand up till I tell you….. or..!"

He reached down between the small boy's legs and stroked the back
of his little scrotum to get his attention. Jimmy squealed.

"Understand?" "I..I..I mean, yes uncle."

The next slap took his breath away and he felt tears come to his
eyes.  Owww! Noo!

He barely had time to get his breath before the slipper landed
again, this time lower down near the top of his legs.  He
squealed and nearly let go of his ankles.

SLAP!

SLAP!

"Owww!  Please sir..uncle!  Owww!"

He burst into tears and Mike laughed.

SLAP!

SLAP!

"Owww!"

They watched with obvious pleasure as the young boy writhed, his
bottom moving up and down as if to dodge the slipper.

Jimmy's tears rolled down his face and fell on the floor.  His
knuckles were white. It was so painful, so…

SLAP!

"Oooo..owww!

SLAP!

He grit his teeth as hard as he could and briefly looked round at
Jimmy.  The boy had his eyes closed, a strange expression on his
face.

His bottom seemed to become numb and the last few slaps slightly
more bearable.

Please..was it over? He sniffed and let go of his ankle very
quickly to wipe his nose.

"There, you see, not so bad was it?"

The light touch of the man's hand on his sore bum made him jump.
The hand stayed where it was, then began to stroke him.  He
sniffed again and started to breathe slower.

A finger stroked the crease between his buttocks and he shivered.
What…?

"Good boy.  Don't move.  I just want to check that….."

He felt the finger push its way between his buttocks.  He
couldn't believe it.  So rude!  So…

The finger stroked his bottom hole and he jumped.

"Please uncle…no…please!"

Mike stopped for a second, then resumed what he was doing.   "Did
you say something Jimmy?" His voice spoke volumes.  Jimmy
shivered.

"I…I.. no uncle."

"Good!"

Jimmy kept his mouth shut.  The finger was stroking his hole.  So
rude!  But…tingly!

He felt the finger pushing harder.  But no… Surely… No!

Another finger was prodding his little sack.  Sensations
everywhere…everywhere!  His sore bum was forgotten.  The man's
fingers were so….

"Does it feel nice Jimmy?"

"I…er..yes uncle."

"Ask me to put my finger in your bottom!"

"I…I…"

"Ask me very nicely!"

Mike looked at Ken.  His colleague had two of his fingers inside
Simon's bum and was busy inserting a third.  Mike laughed. 
Simon's bottom had seen a lot of action over the last month. Ken
saw to that!

Jimmy gripped his ankles and swallowed.

"Please uncle, will you put your finger in my bottom?"

He felt the man's finger slowly entering his bottom hole, and
wriggled.  "Oooh, uncle..I…oooh"

Mike laughed and looked at Ken.  "Tight as a duck's arse this
one!  Not to worry, eh Jimmy?"

He only had half his finger in and wiggled it about for a few
seconds, before pulling it out.  He was hungry!

Ken nodded and washed his hands quickly.

"Okay boys, lunchtime!"

The boys stood up, Jimmy's hands going immediately to his sore
bum.  He saw Simon look at him and shake his head.   So he wasn't
even allowed to rub his bum better?

It took him a second to realise where the men were looking, and
he blushed.  He hadn't realised his willy was sticking up!  
Simon's too!

Ken sat down and waited while Simon served him.  Jimmy copied his
new friend and brought plates of food over to Mike.  His tummy
rumbled.  He was hungry.  They saw the look on his face and
laughed.

"Oh no Jimmy!  I'm afraid you'll have to wait a while" Ken said,
cutting a large sausage in two.   "You'll have a small snack at
six o'clock, then nothing till breakfast.  You eat only twice a
day.  Can't have you getting fat, can we?"

He poked Jimmy's tummy playfully and laughed.  His hand moved
lower and he toyed with the boy's stiff penis.  Jimmy gasped and
looked at what the man was doing.  Why was his willy sticking up
so much?

"Talking of which.." He looked at Mike.  "We could get them busy
in the gym later.  It would do them good to sweat a bit."

Mike laughed and stuffed another potato in his mouth.  "Yeah,
good idea!"   He smiled at Jimmy.  "You haven't seen our gym yet
have you?  You'll like it.  Plenty of toys for keeping you fit. 
You should see Simon on the jogging machine.  He can run for
miles!"

"With a little help from a paddle!" said Ken, grinning.

"Oh yeah, I forgot." Mike laughed.  He suddenly tapped the table.
"Hey, and now Simon's got a friend, we can let them 'play'
together from time to time.  Should be fun!"

Jimmy had no idea why the men were laughing.  What sort of
'playing'?

Ken carried on eating with his fork, his other hand still busy
with Jimmy's penis. His fingers had already eased the boy's
foreskin to the ridge of the glans, and now he was gently rubbing
it between his thumb and finger, his small finger stroking the
boy's testicles.  So cute, two little balls in a tight sack!

Despite his nervousness, Jimmy couldn't ignore the delicious
feeling between his legs. So…so…nice!  A tingling… getting
stronger..

"Hey, wake up!"  Ken laughed and gave the boy's penis a quick
squeeze before releasing it.  "This is for my pleasure, not
yours! You have to learn some self control young man!"

Jimmy came down to earth with a bump and blushed.

"Too right!" said Mike giving Simon's erection a little squeeze.
"These will have to kept up all the time at the next party. 
Can't have our boys enjoying themselves."  He tickled Simon's
little balls and laughed.  "These are for the guests to play
with!  Only for.."

He stopped and tapped his head.  "But you know what?"

Ken looked up.

"What?"

"Well, I just thought, perhaps we should check if they're old
enough to spurt yet.  You know!  It would be great at the party
and…"

A huge grin appeared on Ken's face.  "Mike, you're a genius!"  
He scratched his nose.  "I remember Julian talking about this a
few months ago but I must have completely forgotten about it. 
Most of what they spurt is from the prostate anyway, and he
reckoned that their prostates switch on years before puberty."

"Is Julian coming to the party?"

"He wasn't sure.  He'll confirm today I think."

"Great!"

Ken's eyes narrowed and he looked thoughtful.

"What?"

"Well, if we do get them to spurt, it not only means a certain
pleasure for them – something I don't feel is right – but it
means that they'll lose their stiffies, hmm?"

Mike considered this for a few seconds, then shook his head. 
"Depends how we make the rules."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, we can make sure that every time they spurt, they pay for
their few seconds of pleasure with a sore bum.  Then, they have
to get their stiffies back within sixty seconds… or else!  Though
we may have to up the dosage of cialis a bit.  Should be great
fun!"

Ken whistled softly.  "Fuck me, Mike, you're full of brilliant
ideas today.  That's great!"

He looked at the time.  "Oh shit, I'm expecting a call about now.
 Have to dash."  He grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge.

"Brokers getting jittery?" asked Mike, grinning.

"The idiots are always jittery!" said Ken.  "Not to worry though.
We just go on making a huge pile of cash!"

He looked at the two naked little boys, doing their best to
appear inconspicuous, their hard-ons making this rather
difficult.   "When you've cleared up here, clean the pool and get
rid of those weeds round the rosebushes!  Don't forget, tea at
half past four as usual, okay Simon?"

"Yes uncle."

Mike wiped his mouth and stood up as well.  "Don't spill my tea
this time Simon.  I want it in the cup, not in the saucer!"

"No uncle.  Sorry uncle."    Mike smiled.  In fact, he hadn't
been that angry.  Spilling half the tea had resulted in Simon
receiving a very long spanking indeed.  Something that Mike
always enjoyed!

He noticed Jimmy fidgeting and looking uncomfortable, hopping
from leg to leg.

"What's the matter with you?"

Jimmy looked embarrassed.  "Can I go to the toilet please?"

Mike looked at the clock and shook his head.  "No.  It's too
late. You should have…"

He suddenly remembered.  "Oh hang on, I just realised we didn't
explain the rules."  He sat down again.  "You're allowed to visit
the loo straight after breakfast at nine o'clock, at which time
you will also make sure that you evacuate your bowels."  He
smiled, seeing the blank look on the boy's face.  "That means you
have to have a shit!"

Jimmy looked shocked at the man using such a word, and Mike
chuckled.  "If you can't, you have to wait till the next day,
which isn't always very pleasant, so I suggest you try hard.  If
you really can't wait, then you'll be allowed to go but you'll be
paddled afterwards and given something to make you go the next
morning."  He shook his head.  He wasn't going to bother to
explain.

"After breakfast, you may go for a pee only every three hours."

He looked at the younger boy.  "Simon here already knows our
views on cleanliness and he'll show you how to clean yourself
properly and how to use the  cleaning brush and small nozzle
attachment on the bidet.  In fact, Simon, I want you to show
Jimmy how to use this properly before you bring the tea.  Is that
clear?"

"Yes uncle."

"Because you know what will happen if your willies and bottoms
aren't spotlessly clean, don't you Simon?"

Simon's cheeks reddened slightly.

"Yes uncle."

"It's not just your bottom that's sore afterwards is it Simon?"

"No uncle."

Mike grinned.  Oh yes.  Simon had already had quite a few lessons
in keeping his parts clean and fresh.  An extensive collection of
thin straps and martinets had seen to that.   The very first time
had been particularly funny.  It had come as quite a shock to the
little boy that when made to assume a certain position, his
buttocks were pulled apart just enough for a very thin leather
strap to make the acquaintance of that part of his bottom that
usually remained hidden, including his little bumhole!    Hmm,
though that particular punishment hadn't been because of the
state of his bottom, had it,  but rather what Ken had had
problems doing to it.  Oh well, they had to learn!

He opened the door.  "So I'll see you at half past four…..oh,
wait a second, I just remembered."  He pointed upstairs.   "All
those canes we found are in the cupboard.  You probably saw them
just now Simon."

The little boy's penis seemed to suddenly droop.  Mike laughed.

"When you've finished in the garden, bring all those canes
downstairs and wipe the dust off them."

He opened the cupboard under the sink and took out a small
bottle. Ah yes, the good old almond oil!

"Then wipe them all with this oil.  It should soak in and make
them as good as new.  Bye!"

He looked at them and lowered his voice.

"We want to see all the canes on the table in the living room
arranged very neatly in a row.

Silence.  They heard the man going up the stairs.

"Quickly then!"  Simon started gathering up the plates and
putting them in the sink.  "Come on!"

They gathered the things from the table and put them in the sink.
 Jimmy watched as Simon showed him how to wash up.  So easy! 
Mummy did it every day and…

He felt the tears in his eyes.

"Simon?"

"What?"

"They will let us go home won't they?   I mean…they won't keep us
forever?" Simon shook his head and rinsed the knives and forks.

"No, course not.  They showed me some photos of other boys they
had here.  They keep them for the summer, then take them home."

Jimmy considered this.

"What's the party they talked about?  Is it a birthday party?"

Simon put a plate very, very carefully in the rack.  He
remembered the day he'd broken one.  The large paddle the men had
used had kept his bottom bright red all day!

"No, don't be silly!"

"So what then?"

Simon drained the water and started to clean the sink. "Here, you
dry!"

"Yes, but what?"

"They have some friends who bring some boys… or sometimes a girl
with them, and…and well..we have to just be there and sort of…
and..you know…..be there!"

"A girl?"

"Yeah?"

"But..I mean… she doesn't see us..you know…with no clothes on?"

"Course she does.  She doesn't have clothes on either!"

"But she'll see our willies!"

Simon rolled his eyes.  "Yeah!

"But….but.. what do we do?"

"Just kind of..be there…get them stuff to drink, hand food round,
sit on their laps, let them play with our…our things… you know! 
They make us…well…play!"

"Play?"

"Yeah, we play."

"What?"

"Oh…you'll see!"

Simon shut up.  He remembered the last party.  Girls were
so…yucky!  He remembered what they'd made him do.  He didn't know
girls had…that…between their legs!   What a  salty taste!

"But…but…what do the men do at the party?"

Simon avoided his eyes.  "I just said!  They play with us
and….and spank us..and… "

"Spank us?"

"Yeah."  Simon hesitated and felt his bottom twitching.   "A
lot!"   He thought of the canes in the cupboard and shivered. 
Somehow he just knew that they'd be getting plenty of use at the
next party!

Jimmy digested this information.

"But …but the party won't be very long, will it?  I mean…"

"They go on all night!"

"What?"   Jimmy stared.  His last party had only lasted three
hours.  Mummy had said that…

"They stay all night.  There are loads of spare bedrooms so they
sleep here."

"But you said it goes on all night so…"

Simon wiped the table surface.  "Yeah it does, but,,,you know…I
mean…the party's in the living room but the guests'll take us
their rooms for a while…and….you know!"
"What?"

Simon swallowed.  His mouth felt dry.

"We have to…you know.  What Uncle Mike and uncle Ken do, and…"

"What?   We have to suck their…their things as well?  And
..and…."  Jimmy felt sick at the thought.

Simon shook his head.  "Sometimes, but usually they make us do
that in the living room."  He paused and shrugged.  Jimmy would
soon find out anyway. "When they take you to their room, it's
usually cos they want to fuck you."

He looked at Jimmy.  He didn't know when the party would be or
how many guests and he knew if he dared to ask, he'd be spanked
hard for being cheeky.  Usually he never knew until the day
itself.  Could be tomorrow or even in a week.   But…but say it
was tomorrow!   Surely they wouldn't expect Jimmy to….? He
sighed.  Yeah, they would!  Uncle Mike might be a bit
understanding, but the other man?  Uncle Ken was so strict! 
Especially when they had guests.   He remembered the first few
times that uncle Ken had….!   No!  Don't even think about it!

Jimmy looked white.  But… how…. Their things in his bottom? 
But…but…

Simon suddenly noticed the time.  "Quickly, we have to do the
pool like they said!  Come on!  We…"

"I really have to pee!"   Jimmy was hopping from leg to leg,
holding his willy.

Simon shrugged and took Jimmy to the downstairs bathroom.  "Okay,
be quick!"

"Can you wait outside?"

"Don't be silly!"

Jimmy opened the lid and peed for what seemed an eternity.  He
breathed a sigh of relief.

Simon waited for him to finish.  "Now wipe round the edge!"

He waited for Jimmy to wipe around the white porcelain with the
paper and flush the loo.

"Right, now wash your hands and your willy!"

"My willy?"

Simon nodded.  "They sometimes check!"

Jimmy sighed and did as he was told.

"No, you have to pull the skin back more!"

"But it feels horrible!"

Simon shook his head.

"Jimmy, you have to wash the bit under the skin!  At least as
much as you can.  Uncle Ken only pulled your skin back a little
bit, probably cos it's your first day, but later on he'll want it
to come back all the way.  Look at mine!"

Jimmy watched as Simon lifted his own small penis for him to see
and pulled the foreskin back as far as it would go.

"Mine was really tight at the beginning."

"Didn't it hurt when they…you know…when they pulled it all the
way and…"

Simon sighed and looked down.  He nodded.   "Yeah, course it did…
a bit, but…."

He watched as Jimmy washed his willy, fingers rubbing soap over
his purple glans, flinching at the strange feeling it produced.

"..but everything they do to us is horrible at first.  You just
get used to it, that's all.  Just remember to do everything they
say.  Everything!"

Jimmy dried himself.

"Come on. Quick!"

They ran out into the garden and Simon showed him how to remove
leaves from the pool and clean the bottom and sides.    They
weeded the area around the rosebushes and Simon went to great
lengths to impress upon his new friend the importance of keeping
things neat and tidy.

"Not a single bit of dirt!" he said, washing the small gardening
forks under the shower.  "Then you dry them on the grass – like
this – and put them back in the shed.

"Now us as well.  Come on!"

Jimmy joined him under the shower and washed himself all over.

"Get dry…. Quickly!"

They sped back to the house and Simon looked at the clock.  Four
o'clock already!   But…

"Stay here.  I'll go and fetch 'em."

He ran upstairs like a rocket and returned a minute later
carrying the large bundle of canes which he placed on the kitchen
table. The boys undid the string and Simon handed Jimmy a clean
tea towel.

"I'll wipe them.  You dry them.  Okay?"

As the man had said, they were all dirty and Simon had to rub
quite hard to remove the dirt and dust.  He gazed in amazement at
the collection.  The canes varied considerably in length and
thickness.  One or two were very thin indeed, while others were a
thick as uncle Ken's thumb.    "Okay…wait!"

Simon took the bottle of almond oil and fetched a few small rags
from the cupboard.  Together they wiped oil over all the canes.

Jimmy saw Simon look at the clock again.  They had fifteen
minutes.

"They won't mind if their tea is a bit late, will they?  I mean,
just a few minutes or…"

Simon looked at him as if he were crazy.

"We have to knock on uncle Ken's door at exactly half past four.
Their clocks are the same as here."

"But a few minutes… I mean…"

"We'll be spanked!"

"But you said they spank us anyway, so what…"

Simon grabbed the canes and ran with them into the living room. 
He dropped some and Jimmy picked them up.

"Here, on the table…neatly….in rows!"

He looked at Jimmy.  "Yeah, they spank us, but when they spank us
because we've been naughty, it's much harder.  Oh, and they use
the paddle usually.  Hurts a lot more than the slipper!"

"More than the slipper?"  Jimmy looked at him in horror.  "But
that slipper really hurt and…"

"Oh Jimmy, don't be stupid!"  Simon was panicking now and had no
time for his new friend's questions.   "That was nothing!  Uncle
Mike was just playing!"

The boys looked down at the canes arranged on the table.  It
would have to do!

"Come on!"

Simon ran to the kitchen and switched on the kettle.  They had
about seven minutes.

"Into the bathroom, now!"

Jimmy ran after him, starting to feel nervous himself now.

"Listen carefully!"   Simon showed Jimmy the bidet.  "This is for
cleaning your bottom after you've had a…. you know .. a shit… and
for when you have to go to their room an'..an' before parties
an'.. you know."

Jimmy watched in amazement as Simon opened a small cupboard to
reveal a selection of strange looking things that looked like
brushes and pipe cleaners.

"You have to use them in this order and rinse your bum with this
thing on the bidet" Simon explained.  "Look!"

Jimmy could hardly believe his eyes.  The little ten year old
squatted over the bidet and pushed a small brush thing up into
his bum.  Within a few seconds, he pulled it out and grabbed a
rubber nozzle attached to the bidet via a long shower tube. He
pushed it into his bottom and turned the tap.

"Rinse for five seconds like this, then repeat" he said, speaking
rapidly.  "I'm already clean, but you better do it a few
times….quick!!"

He saw the look on Jimmy's face and squirted some soapy liquid
onto the end of the brush.

"Okay, we don't have time.  Come here…here!  Stand here and bend
down…don't move!"

Jimmy put his hands on his knees and leaned forward.  He was as
nervous as Simon now and didn't even cry out when he felt the
brush being pushed deep inside him.   The rubber nozzle was next
and he gasped as his bottom seemed to fill with warm water,
which, on a light slap from Simon, he expelled a few seconds
later.

"Now the next one!"

Simon repeated the whole process with a thicker, but softer brush
that made Jimmy cry out.
"Quickly, dry yourself…fast!"

Jimmy scarcely had time to dry his privates before he was grabbed
by Simon and pulled outside and back to the kitchen.

"Okay, here, the tray.  We put the cups and saucers here.  Small
plates here…two chocolates each…

Simon poured the boiling water into the teapot and swirled it. 
He looked at the clock and groaned. It was exactly half past
four!  He bit his thumb in despair.

Jimmy grabbed the tray.  "Come on then!" "No, wait!"  Simon
continued to swirl the teapot.

"But we can just make it on time!"

Simon shook his head.  "They're really fussy about their tea and
they know if it hasn't been made properly!"

He added some milk to the cups and one sugar for uncle Mike.

Jimmy looked at the clock again and started to jump up and down.
He looked close to tears.

"But they'll..they'll spank us if we're late!"

Simon poured the tea very carefully into the cups.  It looked
okay.  He sighed. He'd forgotten to tell Jimmy about what 'tea
time' actually meant.

"Jimmy, it's tea time.  They're going to spank us anyway.  They
always do.  We take the men their tea and stay there
till…well..till they've finished playing with us."

"Playing with us?"

"Yeah?"

"What do you mean?"

Simon felt like throwing the tray at him.

"Are you stupid or something?  What do you think it means?"

He picked up the tray and started to carry it slowly to the
stairs.

"You..you mean we might have to suck their things again, or…"

"Yeah, might be.  Depends. I usually get paddled at tea time as
well.  If uncle Ken paddles me very hard I know it's cos he's
going to fuck me.  He says that it's to remind me to behave. 
Usually they only fuck me at bedtime but uncle Ken sometimes
likes it at tea time instead.   They walked very slowly up to the
first floor, then up more stairs to the second.  Jimmy followed
him to the end of a long corridor.

"This is Uncle Ken's office" Simon whispered nervously.  "Knock,
but not too hard!"

Jimmy did as he was told and heard the man's deep voice "Come!"

The boys entered and Jimmy looked around him.  The office was
big, dominated by a heavy wooden desk on one side of the window.
As well as the standard computer monitor, he noticed another
three smaller monitors.  On one he recognised the kitchen. 
Another was showing the pool.   Along one wall there was an old
looking leather sofa and tall wardrobe.  Opposite stood a most
strange looking contraption, similar to his Dad's adjustable
workbench, only bigger,  and resembling some of the machines he'd
seen in gymnasiums.

The tall man took the tray without a word, looked at Jimmy and
gave him the plate with the second cup of tea and cake.  He
pointed to the door.

"Uncle Mike's office.  End of corridor, turn left.  Is that
clear?"

Jimmy nodded, his mouth dry with fear.  "Yes uncle."

The boy walked out and realised he was expected to close the
door.  He put the plate down carefully on a small table in the
corridor and started to push the door shut.  The last thing he
saw made his jaw drop in surprise. Simon was next to the desk
already touching his toes while the man examined a large heavy
looking object in his hand.  It looked like a giant table tennis
bat.  So that must be a paddle!

The other man's office was easy to find.  The door was half open
and Jimmy heard the noise of a printer inside.

"Come in Jimmy!"

The voice sounded friendly and he saw, on entering, the fat man
seated at his desk, busy typing on the computer.

"Put the plate here.  Yes just there.  Good boy."
The man was on a black swivel chair and turned to greet him. 
Jimmy couldn't help noticing that he was wearing only a black
teashirt and nothing else.  His thing seemed to be sleeping in a
mass of black hair, but was now slowly moving.  He felt his heart
beating faster.  So disgusting!

"How's our new little boy then, hmm?"

Mike drew the scared eleven year old to him and kissed his cheek.
Jimmy felt the man's large hand move down his back and start
fondling his bottom.

"Did Simon show you what to do downstairs?"

"Yes uncle."

Mike took his tea but kept his other hand where it was.
"Where did you put the canes?"

"On the table…in the living room."

"Good."

He finished his tea and eat the two chocolates.  Jimmy felt his
mouth watering.  He was so hungry!

"So why are you late with the tea?"  The man's tone changed and
Jimmy shivered.

"I…I..don't know uncle.  I mean..Simon had to show me everything
and…."

Mike squeezed the lad's soft pert buttocks.  He pointed to the
cupboard. "Open the cupboard!"

Jimmy walked over to the wall and opened the large door.  His
eyes widened as he saw the collection of implements arranged
inside, their purpose painfully clear.

"The red paddle at the top Jimmy!"

His hand shook.  The paddle was no bigger than a table tennis bat
and more of an oval shape.  The wood was perfectly smooth and
seemed to have at some time been painted red, then varnished.

"Bring it here then!"

He handed it to the man and bit his lip.  Tears came to his eyes.

"Please uncle, please…I…I mean…I didn't want to be late and…I
won't be late next time and…."

The man seemed to ignore him for a while.

"Jimmy, rules are rules."   He patted the boy's bum and kissed
him again.

He shifted position.  "Come on, over my knee, quickly!"

Mike pushed the scared boy across his lap and laughed.  "Really
Jimmy, don't be silly.  This paddle is for very small boys."   He
looked at it closely.   "The idea is that the boy's bottom should
be the same colour as the paddle."  He laughed again.

The slaps were relatively light, but Jimmy knew that Simon had
been right.  The sting was worse than with the slipper.

The paddle landed lower down, on his thighs.

"Owwww!"

"Mike shook his head.  "Be quiet Jimmy, we've hardly started!"

The slaps got harder.

"Owwwww…please..I….owwwww!"   He burst into tears.

"Don't be such a baby Jimmy!

SLAP!  SLAP!  SLAP!  SLAP!  SLAP!

"Agggh…no!  Please…..owww!"

"Stop wriggling!"

SLAP!  SLAP!  SLAP!  SLAP!  SLAP!

"Owwww…please….owwwww…."

"If you don't keep your bottom still, I'll just carry on till you
do!"

SLAP!  SLAP!  SLAP!  SLAP!  SLAP!

"Aaaahhh..please…I'm sorry….owwww!"

SLAP!  SLAP!  SLAP!  SLAP!  SLAP!

"There, that's enough for now."   Mike lifted the sobbing boy off
his lap and handed him the paddle.

"Put it back!"

Jimmy took it back to the cupboard, sobbing loudly, tears
dropping to the floor.   His bottom felt so hot!  So sore!

"Stop crying this instant Jimmy, or we start again!"

The boy sniffed and wiped his eyes.  He walked back to the man,
hands clutching his red buttocks.

"Oh no you don't" said Mike, slapping his small hands away.
"Let's look at you.  Hmm, not bad."  He admired his handiwork.  
"Come on, don't be silly."  He hugged the sweaty little boy in
his arms and kissed him. Slowly he moved his hand down the boy's
tummy and…

Jimmy felt the man's fingers on his small willy and jumped.
"Uncle..I.."

"Sshh, just relax.  Here, let's wipe your eyes."

He took a tissue from a large box and carefully wiped the boy's
face.

"There, better?"  He held the little boy close, his fingers
continuing to caress and tease his little privates.    "Open your
legs a bit more!" he whispered.

Jimmy moved his feet apart and gasped as the man's fingernails
stroked his sack.

"Let me just take a bit of this and…"

Mike opened a drawer and took out a tube of KY jelly.  He quickly
squeezed some onto his fingers.

"Uncle…what…?"

"Just some cream to put on here.  You'll see.  Like this."

His fingers massaged the tip of the boy's penis, slowly working
the tight foreskin back over the glans.

"The thing is Jimmy, we have to make the skin here looser so it
can go right back."

"But why?"

Mike sighed and gave him a little hug.   "Well, first of all, it
makes it much easier for your willy to go hard.  I think we
explained this earlier.  It will feel more comfortable."

He felt the boy's foreskin reach the ridge of his glans and
massaged the KY in well.   Jimmy's penis was starting to stiffen.
 He had to do it now.

"A boy's penis looks so much nicer with its little head peeping
out, and it's more fun for people to play with if the foreskin is
loose."

His fingers eased the tight skin over the ridge and Jimmy
yelped.

"No..please..it feels horrible..no…!"  He put his hand on the
man's and tried to pull it away.

"Take your hand away Jimmy!"

The tone of his voice made the boy shiver and he bit his lip,
tears starting again.

"All that fuss for nothing. Silly boy!  Look, there we are!"

Jimmy looked down.  The man's fingers had pulled the skin back as
far as it would go.  The uncovered skin was red and he jumped
when the man touched it.

Mike laughed.  "Sensitive, isn't it!   Don't worry, it looks red
because it's never seen light until now."

He rubbed some more KY over it and Jimmy squealed.

"I'll put some more on later and explain what you have to do. 
Simon knows so he'll help you."

He kissed the boy on the lips and patted his red bottom.  Oh
shit, this one was so cute!

"You know Jimmy, you're very lucky that it's me doing this. 
Uncle Ken is much stricter and not nearly as gentle."

He whispered in Jimmy's ear.  "Can you guess what you have to do
now?"

The man stood up and led Jimmy over to the large couch.  "You saw
how Simon did it this morning.  Let's see if you've learned
anything."

He lay down and tapped his belly.   "Same position as Simon! 
Remember?"

Jimmy saw the man's thing sticking up.  Please…did he have to?  
But….

"Well?"

He helped the little boy climb on top, head down where he wanted
it, knees either side.

Mike squeezed some KY onto his fingers again and stroked the
delicious looking bum in front of him.

"Jimmy?"

"Yes uncle?"

"This is going to be test.  If you don't do well, you get a sore
bottom again.  Understand?"

He felt the boy tense slightly.

"Y..yes uncle."

Mike ran his finger down between the boy's soft buttocks.

"Oooooh!"

He laughed and did it again.

"While you're busy, I'm going to play with your bottom again,
like I did in the kitchen.  Okay?"

"Yes uncle."

"You don't wriggle, you don't try and resist and don't say a
word.  Clear?"

"Y..yes uncle."

Jimmy swallowed and looked at the man's thing pointing straight
at him.  He took it in his small hands and heard the man grunt. 
He felt it grow and expand even more.  Not as large as the other
man's nevertheless it seemed enormous and he watched in horror as
a drop of liquid oozed out of the hole.  Jimmy closed his eyes. 
This was so….!   So disgusting!  Why did he have to do it? 
Why….?

Reality cut in.  No choice!  He forced his lips over the swollen
glans and felt the man's body tense under him.

"Oh yes!  That's nice!"

Jimmy felt the man's finger exploring between his buttocks and
rest on top of his bottom hole.  Why did he like doing this?  Now
he was spreading that cream on it.  That KY stuff.  Why…

"Your first warning Jimmy! Move your head up and down!  Rub it
with your tongue more! Come on!  Stroke my balls as well.  This
is a test, remember?"

Mike opened his legs a bit wider and moaned with pleasure.  The
boy's penis had drooped considerably and he stroked it a few
times and checked that the foreskin had not ridden back over the
glans.  Had to make sure the foreskin stayed back for as long as
possible.  Get the boy used to it!

Jimmy did as the man said and ran his tongue all over the swollen
head of the man's penis.   He felt the man's finger slowly
entering him and gasped, his mouth opening wide, releasing the
man's penis.

"What did I say, Jimmy?"

The man's voice was quiet but his tone was icy cold and made
Jimmy's skin crawl.  He got the huge glans back in his mouth and
ran his tongue around it even faster.

"Five slaps for every warning!"    Mike grinned and pushed his
finger deeper into the boy's tight little anus.  "That's ten
you've earned so far!"

He ran his hand over the boy's red buttocks.  Soon be a lot
redder!  Boys were like little piglets, always squealing and
making a noise.  But the fact was that they could take a lot of
punishment when they had to. Jimmy had to learn, and the sooner
the better!

Jimmy's eyes were already full of tears.  Surely the man wouldn't
really paddle him again?  It had been so painful!  Ten more?  Too
unbearable to imagine!

The man's finger slid deeper into his bottom and he fought the
urge to clench his buttocks and try and force it out.  That would
only make him angrier.  But it felt so horrible!

"Good boy Jimmy, you're learning."

The boy's mouth and hands were doing their job well.  Mike
groaned again.  Oh fuck, this was so…!"

He looked at the boy's bum.  He'd got his finger all the way in.

"Second finger going in soon, Jimmy.  I hope I don't have to give
you a third warning, or…"

Jimmy felt the man pull his finger out and waited nervously.  Why
did he have to do this?  So rude!  So..!

Mike teased the boy's little bumhole with his index and middle
finger.  He started inserting them very slowly.  Shit the boy was
tight!  Oh well, that would change!

"Nnnnnnn!   Mmmmm!"   Jimmy squirmed.  It felt horrible!  Please!

"I told you to keep quiet and don't move, Jimmy!"  Mike pushed
harder.  He grinned.  "Third warning!"

He felt Jimmy's mouth tighten around his cock and whistled
softly.  Oh fuck!   The little boy's head bobbed up and down,
tongue working frantically, small fingers playing with the man's
large hairy balls.  Jimmy's tears rolled down his cheeks. 
Please, no more!  His bottom felt like it was being ripped apart!
 Mustn't get any more warnings from the man!  That horrible
paddle!  Please…

Mike was breathing faster.  Oh shit!  Yes, it was…. Oh fuck!

"Here it comes, Jimmy.  You swallow every single bit!" he warned
the boy breathlessly.  He pushed his fingers deep into the boy's
anus and started to move them slowly in and out.  "It has to all
go in your mouth.  If I see even a small drop, it's an extra ten
slaps!"

He reached the point of no return and shook with pleasure as the
orgasm wracked his body.  Oh fuck!  Oh yes!  So fucking good!

Jimmy's eyes were blinded with tears.  He felt the man's penis
jerk and his mouth was suddenly full of hot semen.  He swallowed
frantically just as his mouth received another load.  Please let
it stop..please!

He felt the fat man's body relax.  The penis in his mouth was
already softer.   Was that it?  Please let it be over!  He
remembered that Simon had kept it in his mouth till told to stop.
Jimmy did the same, teasing the man's shrinking glans with his
tongue.

Mike lay still, eyes still closed.  Oh, that had been so….!  The
boy was even better than Simon.  Hmm, he had to get Simon to move
his head more, like Jimmy had.  That had been so fucking amazing!

A minute passed.  He removed his two fingers from Jimmy's bumhole
and smiled.  The boy's anus looked as red as his backside.  
"Okay Jimmy, you may stop now.  Turn round and come here!"

He helped the scared boy move his legs and cuddled him, kissing
his wet face all over.  For a second he felt a wave of love for
the boy.  Such a cute face.  Mike brushed the blond curly hair
out of the boy's large blue eyes, shining with tears.
"Okay, let's get up now" he said finally.  He looked down between
the boy's legs and sighed.  His penis had shrunk to about an inch
in length and the foreskin had ridden back over the glans.

"Let's keep this back, shall we" he said quietly, his fingers
already easing the boy's foreskin back again.

He sat back down at the desk and held Jimmy by his waist.  The
poor kid looked exhausted!  A thin layer of sweat covered his
body.  A good swim would soon have him feeling better.

"So tell me Jimmy, how many slaps with the paddle?"

The look in the boy's eyes made him laugh.  A tear ran down one
cheek.

"How many?"

Jimmy looked at the ground.  "Fifteen?"

Mike nodded.  "Okay then.  Go and fetch it!"

The boy's cute bum twitched as he walked to the cupboard.  Mike
felt his cock moving. Oh shit, the kid was just too sexy!   Jimmy
brought the red paddle back to the man, holding it as though it
was red hot.

Mike took it and patted his lap.  "Come on then, over you go!"

Jimmy's eyes widened in horror.  Not fair!  His bum still felt
sore from the first paddling.  Just wasn't..

"Please don't….not again!  Please..I'll be good..promise!  Not
again..I don't want…"

Mike sighed and pulled the boy across his lap, holding him firmly
down. Jimmy started crying again.

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

"Owwww!  Noooo!  Please!   I promise, I'll….."

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

Mike brought the small paddle down hard on the boy's thighs.  
Jimmy screamed.

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

He looked down at the wriggling little boy and waited for him to
quieten down a bit.

"Jimmy?"

"Jimmy, that was fifteen slaps.  Did it hurt?"   He smiled. 
Silly question!

"Y..yes uncle.  Please..I…"

"Jimmy?"

A small voice answered. "Yes?"

"I'm not very happy with you.  First of all, you tried to argue
with me when I told you to go over my knee.  Then you wouldn't
stop wriggling"  He tapped the paddle lightly on the boy's red
bottom.

"So, what do you think I should do, hmm?"

Jimmy didn't answer.  His whole backside felt like a furnace. 
What…? "I'll tell you what I'm going to do Jimmy.  I'm going to
give you another fifteen slaps, that's what I'm going to do! 
Perhaps, then you'll learn!"

It took a while for this to sink in.   Jimmy couldn't believe his
ears.  He turned his head, starting to panic.

"Please?  Uncle, I…."

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

Mike paddled the boy's bottom, then the thighs and backs of the
legs, right down to just above the knee.  The buttocks were
already bright red and he didn't want to risk any bruising.  Oh
no!  Had to keep make sure the boy's bum returned to its lily
white state as soon as possible!

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

Jimmy had stopped pleading with the man and just screamed
continuously, wriggling like crazy, his bottom and thighs
desperate to dodge the slaps.

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

Mike stopped and kept the boy across his lap for a few minutes
till the loud crying had died down.   He ran his hand very
lightly over the sore reddened skin.

"Okay Jimmy?"  His voice was quiet and friendly.   "Yes uncle." 
Jimmy was still crying, albeit quietly.

"Stop crying please!"   Jimmy felt the paddle resting on his
bottom and forced himself to stop, biting his lip.  He sniffed
loudly and Mike laughed.

"Sshh!  Just relax now.  It wasn't that bad."

He stroked the boy's sore bum, occasionally slipping his finger
into the crease.  He felt the boy start to relax and placed the
paddle on the desk.  What would the boy say, he wondered, if he
knew that such paddlings and beatings were to be repeated on a
daily basis, his pain threshold pushed higher each time?  Not to
worry.  Simon had already accepted this fact.  Jimmy would too!

"Let's just check…"

He moved his leg slightly and slid his left hand round the boy's
waist seeking out his small soft penis.  That bloody foreskin
again!   Teasing the skin back over the glans, he used his other
hand to stroke the boy's bumhole.  He knew the effect it would
have.

Jimmy lay quite still, the dull throbbing of his sore bum now
competing for his attention with what the man's fingers were
doing.  A fingernail stroked his little sack and he gasped as the
tingling grew stronger.  He felt his willy growing and pushing
against the man's fingers, as though trying to escape.   Many
times in bed, he'd played with himself, but the tingling always
got too strong and he'd stopped, overcome by the strong
sensations and scared of making them even stronger.   Even so, it
always felt very nice.  He remembered the sticky patch on his
pyjamas a few weeks ago.  Was that because of the tingling? 
Mummy had just smiled and not said anything.

But now….  The tingling was reaching that point where he usually
stopped.  He didn't want to..!

"Please..I don't want… it feels….I…"

Mike laughed and spoke quietly and soothingly.  "Ssshh, don't
worry Jimmy.  Just let it happen.  It'll be nice…very nice!"

He  rubbed the boy's stiff penis gently, one finger teasing him
behind his tight little sack.  Jimmy was breathing faster.  He
tried to close his legs and trembled.  Mike grinned and slid his
finger inside Jimmy's tight anus.   Jimmy's head seem to explode,
pure electricity shooting up from deep inside his bottom, the
tingling in his willy off the scale.

Mike felt the boy shake and kept a firm grip of the throbbing
penis in his hand.   The boy's very first orgasm was short but
intense.  He could already feel the penis starting to soften.
Jimmy lay across his lap in silence, his breathing slowly
returning to normal.  He allowed him to stay like this for a few
minutes.   "Okay, up you get!"

He lifted the exhausted boy off his lap and quickly looked at his
left hand. He'd felt something when the boy had orgasmed. Could
it really..? Yes, the boy had most definitely come!  A small pool
of sticky liquid lay in the palm of his hand.

"Well, well, Jimmy, look what you did!"

The boy gazed at the silvery liquid, not understanding.

"This came out of your willy.  It's boy juice."

The penny dropped.  Jimmy looked down at his own penis, shrunken
to a mere two inches and dangling forlornly between his legs.

Mike laughed.  "Lick it up quickly Jimmy!  You know the rules!"

He waited for the young boy to lick the liquid from his hand. 
This was great!  He hadn't expected the boy to produce more than
a drop.  From what he'd heard, it should be possible to make him
produce a lot more.

Jimmy licked his lips, still not sure about what exactly had
happened.  The feeling had been…!   But why had he spurted that
juice stuff?  Weird!

"Right Jimmy, a few things to remember!"

Mike took the lad by his shoulders and kissed the tip of his
sweaty nose.

"Listen very carefully!"  He grinned and put his finger on the
paddle.   "Or Mr Paddle here will make you listen!"

"You go downstairs now and tell Simon that you both have to swim
fifty lengths of the pool, then have a shower.  Understand?"

"Yes uncle."

"Good.  Now the important bit."  He reached down and toyed with
the little boy's penis.  Jimmy flinched and Mike laughed.
"Your foreskin stays back!  All the time!  You tell Simon that he
has to help you.  Get it used to moving up and down so it's not
so tight.  Simon knows where the cream is kept and you can use
that to make it easier.  Is that clear?"

"Yes uncle."

"When it's pulled back all the way, try and keep your willy nice
and stiff.  That will help stretch the skin.  You can tell Simon
that I want you both to keep your willies sticking up.  You help
Simon to keep his hard and he can do the same to you.  Okay?"

Jimmy swallowed nervously.  He'd try and remember.  He had to!

"Yes..I think so."

Mike laughed.  "Well, you better not forget!"  He fondled the
boy's bottom.  Gosh, the skin still felt quite hot!"

"One last thing Jimmy.  Tell Simon that you have to use a
buttplug."  He looked around him.  "I had some here, but I think
they're all downstairs in the bathroom. "He'll show you what to
do."

He stopped his fondling and kissed the boy's cheek.

"Okay then, run along!  Oh and don't forget! Swim, shower, skin
back, willy up and buttplug in!"

He laughed at the way he'd said it.  Sounded like a tv
commercial.

Jimmy left his office, closing the door quietly behind him.  Mike
sighed and looked at the computer screen.  Now, about the party…

Jimmy heard Simon in the kitchen and found him on his knees,
washing the white tiled floor with a sponge and small bucket of
hot water.
Simon turned round and grinned.  "Your bum is so red!"

Jimmy felt his buttocks.  "So's yours!" he retorted.  "Really
red!"

"Yeah, well, uncle Ken wasn't very happy with us being late" said
Simon, resuming his cleaning.  He sat up on his haunches and
flinched.  "He gave me twenty with one of his new paddles, a
really big one!"

"I got a lot more than twenty"

Simon shrugged his shoulders.  "The red one?"

"Yes."

"That's nothing!  Wait till you get the bigger ones!   The red
paddle's just for the first day."

Jimmy felt his warm backside again.  "But it really hurt!"

Simon sighed and continued wiping the floor.  "Yeah, course it
hurts.  It's meant to!  Just get used to it!"

Jimmy suddenly remembered.  "He said we have to do fifty lengths
now.  Then,,,"

"What?"

"I've got to keep this back."  He touched his penis and blushed.
"You know…the skin..and he said you know where some cream is to
.. ."

Simon nodded.  "Yeah, it's not nice, but it'll feel okay in a few
days."  He looked at the clock.   "Better get to the pool!"

The boys ran outside and for a few happy minutes managed to
forget their sore backsides.   "I didn't realise fifty lengths
was so much" gasped Jimmy, holding onto the side.

"It's not that much" said Simon.  He blew a stream of water at
Jimmy and laughed.   "Would they know if we did only forty?"

Simon nodded.  "I tried it once – when I first came here."  He
looked uneasily in the direction of the camera on the wall. 
"They check!" He pushed off from the side and swam fast.  He
didn't want to remember that particular day!   They showered
quickly, dousing themselves liberally with the perfumed soap. 
Simon  pointed at Jimmy's penis.  "You can pull the skin back
now, while it's all slippery."

Jimmy felt his willy and his cheeks reddened.  It felt so rude. 
But..

"It's awful when it comes back!"  He pulled his foreskin over the
glans, wincing.

Simon laughed. "It'll feel even worse if uncle Ken does it! 
He'll expect you to keep it like this now all the time."   He
paused.  "Remember about keeping it stiff as well!"

Jimmy grabbed a towel and started drying himself.  He couldn't
understand.  Why did the men want his willy sticking up?

"But.. I mean… all the time?"

Simon shrugged.  "At least when they first see you.  They know
that my willy goes down when I'm spanked.  They don't mind that."

He looked thoughtful.  "They just seem to like playing with them,
I think.  Oh and at the party…"  His voice trailed off.

"Yeah, you said that before" said Jimmy.  "Will they all want to
..you know…play with us or..?"

"Yes, usually."  Simon swallowed and remembered the last party. 
At least there would be two of them now.  He suddenly remembered
something.

"Did uncle Mike… did he rub it?"  It was Simon's turn to blush.
The men were always playing with his thing, but today was the
first time that uncle Ken had ever made it go…like that.  Usually
they didn't like it when it started feeling nice and tingly.

Jimmy didn't answer for a few seconds.  He looked down at his
penis.  It was already moving, getting harder.  Why did it do
that so often now?  He nodded. "Yes."

Silence for a while. Simon sighed.

"But… did…I mean… did he make it tingle and…you know…did you
come?"

Jimmy looked at Simon and saw his willy sticking up.  He nodded.
"Yeah."

Simon's eyes widened.  "Did … you know….did some stuff come out?"

"Yes.  Uncle Mike called it boy juice."  Jimmy shivered at the
mixed feelings the memory conjured.  "What about you?"

"No."  Simon looked down.  His willy was pointing straight up. 
"Uncle Ken wanted it to though.  He said I'm too young."

He finished drying his hair.  "Come on!"

They ran back to the house and Simon checked the time for the
umpteenth time that day.  He glanced at Jimmy.  "Come on, I'll
show you where they keep the cream stuff.  It'll help you keep
the skin back!"

Jimmy followed him to the bathroom and watched Simon open a large
cupboard in the corner.  The shelves were stacked with tubes,
bottles and a myriad of coloured boxes containing pills and
capsules.    "This is what they use."   Simon handed him a tube
of KY jelly.  "It makes the skin slippery."

Jimmy examined the tube.  "This is the same stuff uncle Mike used
when …."  He blushed.

"When he put his fingers in your bum!"   Simon giggled.   He
looked puzzled.  "Didn't he put a buttplug in?"

Jimmy remembered.  "He said you'd show me."  He looked round. 
"What's a buttplug anyway?"

Simon looked angry.  "You should have told me!"  He looked at the
door nervously.   "If they come now and you haven't got it in,
we'll both get it!"

Jimmy saw the look in his eyes and shivered.  "Sorry."

"Here, this is the smallest."  Simon took a strange black rubber
thing from the second shelf and gave it to Jimmy.  "Better get it
in quickly!"

Jimmy turned it over in his hand.  "But what…..you mean I have to
put this…"  The penny dropped.  He looked at Simon in disgust.  
"Yeah, in your bum!"   He took it from Jimmy and quickly covered
the surface with KY.

"But…that's just disgusting!  I can't…"

Simon clenched his fist.  In theory the men never came down till
around six o'clock, but there was always the chance that they
might and…

"Look, just shut up and get it in!"  Simon looked at him plea
dingly.  "I told you, don't make them angry!"

"But..I mean…how do I..?"

"I'll show you.  Look, bend your knees.  Legs apart.  Further! 
Quickly!"

He put some more lubricant on the top.  "Don't move!"

Jimmy felt him pressing the rubber thing between his buttocks. 
It was cold.  Then..

"No!  Stop it!"  Jimmy pushed Simon's hand away and stood up. 
"It feels…You can't!"  He started to cry.

Simon closed his eyes for a second.   "Look Jimmy, if I don't put
it in, the men will do it anyway and they'll be angry with both
of us.  It feels funny for a while but you get used to it.
Please!"

He waited for Jimmy to bend his knees again, shaking his head in
exasperation.  Jimmy had to learn.  They didn't have a choice!

"Don't clench!" he hissed angrily.  "Relax your bum!  It'll be
easier and…."

He pushed the wide head of the buttplug into Jimmy's tight anus
and quickly slid the rest in.

Jimmy could taste his tears.  This was just awful!  It felt so
uncomfortable!   He stood up, hands going to his bottom, feeling
the base of the buttplug wedged so tightly.

He wiped his eyes.  "But…but why do I have to put it in my
bottom?"

Simon shrugged.  "Makes your bumhole bigger I suppose."  He put
the tube away in the cupboard, arranging neatly next to the
others.  "Anyway, it's for your own good."

"What?" Jimmy sniffed again and looked at Simon incredulously.  
"It helps get your bum ready for fucking."

Jimmy recoiled at the use of the word.  He hated it!  
"But..but..I mean.. will they both..you know…?"

Simon nodded.  "Yeah of course!"  He walked out and Jimmy
followed him back to the kitchen.   The buttplug felt so strange.
 Not painful, just weird!   He remembered what Simon had said
about the parties.

"Do the people at the party… do they.. you know..?"

"Yeah, I already told you."  Simon threw Jimmy a damp cloth and
pointed to the hallway.  "We have to make sure there's no dust. 
Come on!"

He showed Jimmy how to wipe the surfaces.   "But…"  Jimmy felt
tears starting again.   "But are there lots of people?  Are they
all going to…?"

Simon groaned.  Jimmy was starting to get on his nerves.  He was
about to tell him to shut up, when he remembered his own first
days in the house.  How long ago was that?  Months?

"Depends.  Sometimes there's just one person comes.  Sometimes
three or four. Usually they bring other kids with them, but not
always."   He shuddered, thinking of the few parties where he'd
been on his own.      That had been so… so awful!   "Last time
there were two people came.  The man brought a girl with him but
the lady was on her own."

"There was a lady?  A lady came here?"  Jimmy's mouth was wide
open in surprise.  "But.. I mean,, how..?"

Simon shrugged.  "She just knows uncle Mike and Ken I suppose."

"But…was she nice to you?   What did she do?   I mean…. Did you
have to …?"

Simon looked at him angrily.  "I don't want to talk about it
okay!"  He blushed and ran the cloth between the stair railings.
He remembered his intense embarrassment when the lady had arrived
and how the men had laughed.  She'd spoken so kindly to him at
first and had seemed so friendly.  But her long bony fingers soon
revealed another side to her character.  His privates had been
subjected to a most prolonged and intense examination that had
left him sore for hours.  Those horrible things she'd tied round
them! Then the games they'd made him play with the girl!   Yuck!
At least they had spanked her just as much as him.  He'd never
realised that girls had such big bottoms!  Then what she'd made
him do in the bedroom.  Having to lick her…just there…while she
played with his things, pinching and squeezing his sack to make
him lick harder!

Upstairs the sound of a door opening and shutting.  Simon ran
back to the kitchen signalling Jimmy to follow him.

"Quickly, wash your hands.  Dry them…no…this towel.  Quickly! 
Get your thing hard….come on!"

Jimmy looked round nervously and touched his willy.  "Uncle Mike
said we should do it to each other.  Do you think we…"

"If he said that, we have to do it!" said Simon.  He looked at
the camera on the wall.  They'd check.  They always did.

Hesitating for a second, he moved closer to his new friend.  He
blushed slightly and started stroking Jimmy's penis.  Jimmy
gasped and took Simon's semi-erect penis between his fingers. 
Despite his embarrassment, he couldn't hide the fact that it felt
very nice indeed.   He closed his eyes.  So nice!

He flinched as Simon's fingers pushed his foreskin back.  Ouch!

The tall man entered the kitchen and laughed.  "Oh what a nice
sight!"

Ken licked his lips.  Getting a second boy had been a brilliant
idea!

"Come on then.  Let's see how stiff you can get them!"

The entry of the man had made Jimmy falter and for a few seconds,
his nervousness had made his penis soften slightly, but Simon had
obviously been ready and his small fingers soon had Jimmy hard
again.

The fat man appeared and clapped Ken on the shoulder, grinning
broadly.  "Beautiful, aren't they!"

"Okay you two, into the living room.  We have to chat!"

Ken propelled Simon gently into the other room and sat down in
one of the large leather armchairs, pulling Simon onto his lap. 
His fingers toyed with the lad's erection.  Simon slipped his
small hand between the man's legs and nuzzled his neck.  Ken
chuckled.  Poor boy tried so hard to please him!

He looked at Mike, sitting opposite, his fingers teasing Jimmy's
penis.   "Hey, not so fast!"  Ken hugged Simon and laughed. The
boy's hand was stroking his enormous cock through his trousers. 
Oh no, he knew what the boy was up to!  He'd tried it before.  
"Oh no you don't!" he said, squeezing the small boy and kissing
his cheek. "I want to save that for later!"

He lifted Simon off his lap and held his hands in his.

"There's been a slight change of plan boys."  He nodded at the
pile of canes on the table.  "We won't be needing those tonight
after all.  I'm afraid you're going to have to wait till tomorrow
evening."

He patted Simon's pert bottom and winked.  "We're going out for a
while and we'll be back around half ten, eleven."  He glanced at
Mike and grinned.  His friend had Jimmy's penis sticking straight
up and was busy teasing his little balls.

"So Simon, you can show Jimmy what to eat, then make sure you're
both ready when we get home.  Jimmy in uncle Mike's room, you in
mine, okay?"   "Yes uncle."

Mike turned Jimmy round and showed Ken the end of the rubber
buttplug visible between the boy's large buttocks.   "Make sure
you give Jimmy a larger one in a hour or so, then the third one
around ten o'clock!"  He hugged Jimmy and kissed his nose. 
"Shit, you're a pretty boy, Jimmy!  You're going to be so popular
tomorrow!"

Ken laughed.  "I just realised that we'll be away for quite a
while."  He looked at Mike and scratched his nose.  "Tell you
what Simon, after dinner, put Jimmy's new buttplug in and then
you can watch TV for an hour, okay?"

"Thank you uncle!"  Simon threw his arms round the man's neck and
kissed him.  Ken extricated himself from the boy's embrace,
shaking his head.

"Then, about eight o'clock you both do an hour in the gym!  He
winked at Mike and chuckled.  "We'll be watching – remember – and
I want those little dicks up all the time!"   He flicked Simon's
stiff penis with his finger.

"At nine o'clock, put the third one in Jimmy and make sure
you both shower properly.  Then you can wait in my room but make
sure Jimmy's in uncle Mike's room when we come upstairs.   Oh and
show him how to behave when uncle Mike comes in, got it?"

"Yes uncle, I think so."  Simon looked at Jimmy and sighed.

"Well you better have or you know what will happen, don't you!"
said Ken, winking at Mike.

Ken wasn't stupid.  He'd watched the security cameras long enough
to know exactly what was going on.

"Until you hear us come in, you'll play with Jimmy just like we
play with you, understand!  You'll keep his dick hard and make
him play with yours!  A nice little porn movie please!   You know
where the camera is pointing.  Just remember, we'll be watching
and listening!"

He stood up and stretched his arms.  Mike followed suit and
grinned at Jimmy.

"Better be good, Jimmy!  It'll be your first proper test. Don't
fail it!" The men looked at the frightened boys and walked out. 
A few seconds later, the sound of a large door being slammed
shut.

Jimmy looked at Simon, his face a mix of emotions.

"I'm so hungry!  Did they say…?"

"Yeah, come on!"

They rushed to the kitchen, their stomachs rumbling.  Simon
opened the fridge and pulled out two bowls.

"We have to eat this."

Jimmy looked at the small bowl and his heart sank.  Pieces of
cheese and meat!

"Is this all?"

Simon looked at him as though he were crazy.

"We have to eat it.  Just do it!"

Despite  his initial impression, Jimmy found the bowl contained
plenty of nourishment.  Nevertheless, he was soon finished. So
different from what he normally eat!  So…

"We're allowed to watch TV now!!"

Simon rushed to the living room, Jimmy following close behind,
while cramming the last piece of cheddar cheese in his mouth.  He
watched as Simon searched rows of DVDs, finally finding one and…

"We have to put the next one in!"

It was Jimmy who'd spoken.   Simon looked round.  Of course! 
He'd forgotten!

The boys ran to the bathroom.

"Bend down!  I have to pull this one out and …."

Jimmy did as he was told.  The feeling of relief as the buttplug
left the tight confines of his rectum was immense.   "Just wait a
second.  This is the next one and…."

"No!"  Jimmy stood up and looked round.  Simon had another black
rubber buttplug in his hand.  "Please!  I don't want.."

Simon looked down.  Perhaps it would have been better without
another boy. Jimmy saw the look on his face. He didn't have a
choice.  "Okay!  But …but ..slowly!"

He bent over slightly and grimaced as Simon pushed the larger
rubber buttplug up inside him.

"Owww!  Nooo!"  He felt tears start running down his cheeks but
tried no to wriggle.  Please …it felt sooo!!!

"Shut up it's in!" shouted Simon, already running back to the
living room.  He glanced over his shoulder and saw Jimmy
following him, wiping his eyes with one hand while he other hand
grasped the base of the buttplug stuck firmly inside him.

Jimmy sniffed and watched as Simon fell to his knees and started
rummaging in a small cupboard under the television, elbows on the
carpet, bum in the air.  Jimmy saw that the red lines he'd seen
on Simon's bottom that morning had disappeared, though it was
still quite red from the visit to uncle Ken's room.

"Got it!" he announced pulling a DVD from a large pile.   He
showed it to Jimmy.  "Tom and Jerry!"

The boys threw themselves on the large sofa and Simon pressed the
button on the remote. As far as he knew, they could only use the
TV for watching videos.  It didn't seem to have an aerial
connected at all.

Jimmy went to get himself a glass of water and sat next to Simon.
 His eyes were still blurry with tears.  He looked at the table
with the collection of old canes.

"Why didn't they want to see the canes?"

Simon didn't answer for a few seconds.

"Cos I think…. I think there'll be a party tomorrow."

He felt sick.  So soon?  The last one had only been last week. 
Less than a week.  Why?

"So…so why didn't they want to see the canes.  What's the party
got to do with it.  I mean, I don't understand why…"

Simon groaned.  "Can't you guess?" he shouted, feeling close to
tears himself.  "They don't want to use the canes if there's a
party tomorrow.  They want our bums to be nice and white.  It's
always like that!"

Jimmy stayed silent, his heart beating faster.   "Will they…will
they use the canes on us tomorrow?" he asked quietly.

Simon nodded.  "Yeah.  I heard them talking about it last week. I
think they'll…they'll…oh I don't know!"

He forced himself to watch the cartoons, anxious to shut out all
thoughts of what might happen the next day. In any case, he
reasoned, he'd still end up with a sore bum.  He always did.  It
was just that the canes stung in a way that the hands, slippers
and paddles didn't.

Jimmy yawned and was about to say something, but thought better
of it.  He looked down at his small penis, nestling between his
thighs.  He glanced at Simon's little manhood and sighed.  He
cold see two cameras in the room set up high in the corners.. 
Would the men be watching?  How?  He ran his hand up Simon's leg
and tickled his willy.  Simon flinched and was about to push the
hand away when he saw the look in Jimmy's eyes and followed his
glance to the cameras.   He opened his legs a little wider and
allowed Jimmy's fingers access to his tiny balls, his own hand
creeping towards his friend's own sleeping sausage.

Jimmy swallowed nervously and lay back more on the sofa.  He was
scared, yes, but what Simon was doing to him now was just so….!

Ken took another sip of wine and turned his laptop so Mike could
see the screen.  He laughed.  The restaurant was only half full
and with a table in the far corner, they had complete privacy,
the very picture of two tired businessmen eager for a quiet
evening.

Mike looked at the screen and smiled.  The restaurant's WiFi
connection was amazing! With all the security cameras connected
to their computer and accessible via an encrypted connection,
they were able to see everything.

"Looks like little Jimmy's enjoying it!" said Ken, wiping his
mouth.   A waiter approached carrying two plates and Ken quickly
pressed the F1 key, filling the screen with a complex looking
spreadsheet.

"So," he said, once the waiter had left.  "Julian and Sandra are
definitely on for tomorrow?"

Mike nodded and tasted the main course.  The salmon was
delicious.  "Yeah, no problem.  Short notice, I know, but
Julian's got a new one and I think he wants to show her off!"  He
laughed.

"Randy little bastard!" said Ken, grinning.  "But he can only
have had her for less than a week.   I hope she's been broken in
properly."

Mike shrugged his shoulders.  "He said he used our method, but
gave her four days instead of two. Besides, you know what
Julian's like.  Not exactly soft hearted, is he?"

Ken shuddered. They'd never had a boy yet who they hadn't been
able to control after two or three days of 'preparation'.    He
knew Julian well.  Sadistic bastard!    All the girls he'd
brought to parties had been well trained.  He wondered how old
this one would be.  The last one had only been nine.  Too young
in his opinion, but Julian seemed to prefer them young.   "Poor
girl!"  He laughed.  "Should be fun!"

Simon wiped the sweat from his brow and pedalled faster.  He
glanced at Jimmy on the jogging machine.  He looked so funny,
running with the black base of the buttplug between his buttocks!

How long had they been here?  Almost an hour, according to the
clock.   He looked at one of the cameras in the gym and shook his
head.  How on earth were they supposed to keep their things
sticking up all the time?  Impossible!

Couldn't do any more!  He stopped and got off the bike, his hand
going straight to his willy, anxious to keep it as stiff as
possible.

He waved his hand at Jimmy and pointed to the clock, too
exhausted to speak.

Jimmy stopped running and bent down, resting his hands on his
knees, sweat running down his body.  He saw what Simon was doing
and quickly started rubbing his own willy, while his back was to
the camera. To his surprise, it stiffened almost immediately. 
Strange how it seemed to do this… ever since he'd arrived.

"Shower!" said Simon, getting his breath back.  "We have to
shower, then you put the next one in.  C'mon!"

He ran out of the large gym, making sure that Jimmy was following
him and led him to Ken's room.

"We're allowed to use the shower here" he said, pointing to a
door leading to an en suite bathroom.  "Get in the shower, and
I'll bring the buttplug up."

Jimmy walked into the bathroom and his eyes widened at the size
of the walk-in shower.  Enormous!  The glass doors swung open and
he turned the large metal dial to the left.  The water was
clearly set to a specific temperature and it felt fantastic.

A shelf at shoulder height held a variety of soaps, shampoos and
creams.  He took a bar of white soap and started to wash himself.

"Okay, found it."   Simon returned and got in the shower with
him.   Jimmy looked at the black rubber thing in his hand and
felt sick.

"But… but it's bigger!"

"Yes of course.  What are you on about?  The one you've got in
now is bigger than the first one.  So?"

Simon shook his head.  Jimmy would learn!   "Come on then, get it
out!"

Biting his lip, Jimmy slowly pulled the buttplug out of his
bottom, grimacing as the widest part stretched his tight anus.
"No, not now.   In a minute!" he said, seeing Simon gripping the
new one.  Simon shrugged.  "Okay."

The boys washed themselves all over.  Jimmy felt his bottom and
slipped his finger into his crack.   Ouch!  He sniffed loudly. 
His hole felt sore!

"You'll get used to it" said Simon, with a note of sympathy in
his voice.  He was going to say something about the next evening
but wisely held his tongue.  Poor Jimmy!  If he felt sore now,
just wait till tomorrow!    "Okay" he said after a minute.  "We
have to put it in now.  Otherwise…."

Jimmy sighed and rested his hands on his knees while Simon eased
the large rubber monstrosity between his buttocks and into his
throbbing anus.   "Owww….no!   Owwww!"   He grit his teeth and
started sobbing again.  Please let it be over!  Please…. Why him?
Why….

"Don't be such a baby.  It's in."   Simon tapped the base of the
buttplug and held his hands under the water to rinse off the
cream.

Jimmy groaned with discomfort and sniffed.   "Is this the last
one?"   He straightened up and wiped his eyes.   Surely they
wouldn't get bigger?

Simon shook his head.  "Just one more I think.   But you'll get
used to it."

He was about to say something else but decided against it.  Let
Jimmy find out for himself.  Besides, he'd soon find out at the
party!  He shivered at the memory of some of the 'games' they'd
played with him.  If Jimmy thought that this buttplug was big,
just wait!

"Okay, come on!"  He opened the shower door and they both grabbed
large white towels and started drying themselves.  Jimmy held the
towel against his cheek and his eyes filled with tears.  It was
soft and the smell of lavender reminded him of home.

Simon saw him and a lump came to his throat.  He brushed Jimmy's
hair with his hand.  "Hey, don't worry.   It gets easier after a
while, honestly.  Just do what they say.  They won't keep us for
ever you know.  I already told you.   Just till the end of the
summer."

Jimmy sniffed and wiped his face with the towel. Suddenly he felt
something stroking his willy and he flinched.  Simon grinned and
teased Jimmy a bit more.  "Come on!"

They went back into the large bedroom and Simon jumped up onto
the huge double bed.  Jimmy looked around him.  In the far corner
was the strange bench thing he'd seen in uncle Mike's room. 
"What is that thing, anyway?" he asked, wiping his eyes again.

Simon shrugged.  "You'll probably find out later" he said,
avoiding Jimmy's eyes."

"But what?"

"It's… it's where they put you when they don't want you to
wriggle too much" he replied after a pause.  "They tie you on top
of it."

Jimmy's eyes widened.  "Why?"

Simon shook his head.  He hated answering questions like this. 
"They use it the first time they fuck you and…" He paused,
remembering the first time uncle Ken had secured him there facing
up, legs pulled right back and secured to the two metal posts at
the side.  That had been so….!   The only other times he'd been
over it had been either because the party guests had wanted to
use it, or to receive a particularly long and painful spanking.

"They put you over it either face down or on your back" he said
finally. "Anyway, they don't use it much."

He closed his eyes for a second.  Best not to think about it! 
What time was it?  He looked at the clock.  Ten o'clock!

"Come on!"  He patted the bed and looked up at the corner of the
ceiling.  Jimmy followed his gaze and saw the small white camera
pointed straight at them.

"It's alright, they can't hear us" said Simon turning his back to
the camera.  "But they'll probably be watching.  We have to keep
them happy. You don't want them coming back in a bad mood,
believe me!"   He swallowed nervously.   The men always spanked
him at night and it was an unwritten rule that his backside
should be bright red before being used for their pleasure, but
he'd long since got used to it.   They always took their time.  A
punitive spanking on the other hand was quite a different matter
entirely!  Especially if they decided that his other parts should
be as red as his bottom.   Jimmy clambered onto the large bed and
lay down next to Simon.  "What do we have to do?" He looked at
his new friend and tried not to cry.  He felt the large buttplug
pushing into him.  What was he doing here?  Just wasn't fair! 
Why….?

Simon turned on his side and glanced again at the camera.  "Just
play with each other.  You know!  Like they do.  Look!"

He sat up and quickly lay down again though with his head next to
Jimmy's knees.

"Probably more comfortable if you go on top… you know…come on!"
He grasped Jimmy's legs and turned them while rolling underneath.

In a second, Jimmy found himself straddling the ten year old,
cool air wafting across between his buttocks.  Yes this was a bit
better, but…

"So, …..?"

Jimmy felt small fingers running over his privates, then…..!  
His penis was engulfed in Simon's hot mouth.

He looked down.  Simon's small penis was slowly lengthening.  He
arched his back and took it into his own mouth, sucking greedily.
 Despite his feelings of despair and fear, he couldn't deny that
at that moment, the world seemed to have stopped!  This was just
so….!  "Hey, what….?"  The room span.  Simon's tongue was doing
the most amazing things!  He felt himself shaking , then tried to
do the same to Simon.  The younger boy's penis seem to expand in
his mouth.

Simon suddenly released him.  Why?  So nice!  So very..

"They just want us to play" whispered Simon.  "Better not, you
know…come! I don't know if we're allowed."

Jimmy returned to earth, then gasped as Simon's fingers stroked
his balls. "C'mon, sit up!"  Simon pushed Jimmy off and faced
him, grinning.  He looked at his friend's erect penis and nodded.
"Bigger than mine!"  He took it in his hand, smiling at the way
Jimmy shivered.   Simon glanced quickly at the camera, then at
the clock on the wall.  Would the men be watching?  Probably!

He turned round and went down on all fours, arching his back.  He
looked round and saw the puzzled look on Jimmy's face.

"Come on!" he whispered.   "What?"

Simon groaned.  "Fuck me of course!"  He shook his head. 
"They'll like it."  He spread his knees further apart.  "But
don't come!" he added quickly.   He remembered the last few
parties and felt cold.  Why did they enjoy making him play with
the other kids so much?
Jimmy knelt behind him and pushed his penis between Simon's
buttocks.  "Like this?"

"No, you idiot.  In my hole!"  Simon raised his hindquarters a
little more.  "Push it in!"

A noise downstairs.

"Okay, stop!  Don't have time" blurted Simon, looking shaken.  
He rolled off the bed and grabbed Jimmy's arm.

"Get to uncle Mike's room and lie on the bed!   When he comes in,
try and look sexy.  Make sure your thing's sticking up and be
really polite!"

Jimmy's head span.   Simon looked quite scared.  He ran to the
door and glanced back. Whaaat?   Simon was on all fours at the
edge of the bed, shoulders down, bottom sticking up, a heavy
looking paddle next to him.

"Uncle Ken likes to start straight away.  Go!"

Jimmy sped down the corridor and into the other man's bedroom. 
Heart beating fast, he threw back the covers of the bed and got
in.  Had to keep the man happy!  Had to be good!  Had to…

Mike walked in and laughed .  "Hmm, you do look nice!  Had a nice
time?"

Jimmy swallowed and tried to keep the fear out of his voice.  
"Yes thank you uncle."

He watched the overweight man take off his jacket and tie and
hang them up in the wardrobe.  Trousers followed.   Mike
stretched and yawned, then sat down on the bed.  His hand stroked
the young boy's thigh.  Shit, the boy was so beautiful!

"Oh, I nearly forgot"  He opened a drawer and took out a few
small glass bottles and a spoon.    "Open wide!"  He poured a few
drops from each bottle onto the spoon and popped it into the
boy's mouth.

Jimmy licked his lips.  It was tasty.  Mike put the bottles
back and tousled the boy's hair.   Long experience had taught him
that the first few nights were much easier for all if the boys
were relaxed.  A mixture of valium and rohypnol saw to that!

"Okay then, time for a shower.  Come on!"

He strode towards the bathroom, glancing back to make sure Jimmy
was following him.

"I…but please uncle, I already had a shower..like you said, and…"
The boy stopped, scared that he should have kept quiet.

Mike laughed. "Yes, I know, but I haven't!"  He slipped off his
pants and turned on the water.  "In!"

Jimmy did as he was told and walked under the warm spray. 
Although  as big as the other man's shower, the man's large girth
gave the boy very little room.  He felt something prodding into
him.  The man's thing was sticking straight out.

Mike leant down and kissed Jimmy on the nose.  "Okay then"  He
tapped a soap dispenser on the shelf.   "I do from the waist up.
You do down below! I think you know where."   He laughed again.
Jimmy blinked and shook the water from his eyes.   Why did he
have to do all this?  Why…?

"Well?"

Mike closed his eyes and moaned quietly as small hands started to
massage soap over his cock and balls.  Oh fuck!

He felt himself getting harder.  Oh yes!  This was so good, so
fucking good!  So…

Oh shit!  What…?  He looked down.  Jimmy was sucking the end,
obviously trying to please him, but…

"Oh no, not yet!"  Mike laughed and gently pushed the boy's head
away.  He turned off the water and grabbed a towel.  "Hey, almost
forgot!  Turn round!"

Jimmy felt the man's large hand grasp the end of the butt-plug
and slide it out.  The feeling of relief was immense.  Mike saw
his expression and chuckled.  "Don't worry.  Only one more to
go."   He passed a small towel to the scared boy and finished
drying himself.  Jimmy blinked.  He felt sleepy.   Mike saw him
yawn and kissed his cheek.  "Come on!"

He took the boy's hand, led him back into the bedroom and sat on
the bed.   "Okay, over we go."   He pushed the boy across his lap
and admired the beautiful pert buttocks, ready to be warmed.

Jimmy  started to cry.  "Please uncle…I'll be good…please
don't….please…"

"Sorry Jimmy, but in this house, you have a bedtime spanking
every night, so you may as well get used to it."

Mike started spanking the boy's bottom, softly at first, then
harder, ignoring the high pitched pleas for him to stop.  Silly
boy!  Oh well, he had to get used to it.  Besides, he wouldn't be
using his hand tomorrow.  Oh no!

Soon, the boy's bottom and thighs were glowing bright red.  Mike
groaned, the discomfort of his aching erection becoming
unbearable.

"Okay, that'll have to be enough."

He picked the sobbing boy up and carried him over to the far end
where the strange heavy looking table stood.   Jimmy felt himself
being laid on what felt like a rubber foam mattress.  He sniffed
loudly and wiped the tears from his eyes.  His bottom felt so
sore!  Why had the man spanked him?  He hadn't been naughty.
Why…?

A feeling of panic swept over him. What was the man doing? 
What…?

Mike pulled two large soft leather belts across the boy's chest
and fastened them securely down at the side with Velcro.  Within
a few seconds, he had the boy's arms secured to the metal posts
at the top end.

He tickled Jimmy's tummy and laughed.  "Hey, it's okay."  He
checked the straps.  "Okay, not too tight."

Jimmy started to cry again.  What was the man doing?  He couldn't
move!  Noo!

"Please… I don't want….stop it..please…I…"

The feel of the man's large hand between his thighs made him
gasp.

Mike laughed.  "Don't make a fuss Jimmy!  I've been quite nice to
you so far.  Don't put me in a bad mood!"

He took Jimmy's ankle and pulled to it back towards the boy's
chest, then secured it to a post at the side.  A few seconds
later, he secured the other ankle.

"Oh what a lovely sight!"  He surveyed the struggling boy before
him and tickled Jimmy's small testicles.

"Stop your noise please…now!"

His grip tightened on the boy's tiny balls and Jimmy suddenly
stopped and lay still, tears flowing down his cheeks.
"Now then, I just pull you forward a bit and…"

Jimmy felt strong hands lifting his thighs and pulling him
further to the edge.  The straps tightened.  Suddenly he felt
cool air wafting between his buttocks.   "The trick is to get
your bottom sticking right off the table" explained Mike, 
playfully teasing the boy's small anus.  "So much nicer!"

He smiled at the frightened lad.   "More flexibility!  You can
wriggle your arse.  Makes it easier!"  He laughed.  "And it's
fun!"

Jimmy sobbed louder.  He was scared.

"Please uncle Mike…please!!!   I'll be good….do what you
say…please!   Don't tie me up..please!   I promise…do what you
say…please!!"

Mike chuckled.  The poor kid had no idea just how much the drugs
had affected him.  Only eleven, but without the valium and
rohypnol, he'd have been struggling and screaming ten times more
violently than he was.

"Don't make so much noise!"  He tickled the boy's penis and then
started to play with the tiny scrotum.     "You have to get used
to being fucked, and besides.."  He laughed and started to push
his finger into the boy's sore- looking anus.  "Just wait till
tomorrow!"

Jimmy closed his eyes, his cries a lot quieter now.  Why?  Why
couldn't they just let him go?  If only..

He felt a hand on his head and opened his eyes.  The man was
holding another small bottle in his hand.

"Here, have a few sniffs of this.  It'll make you feel better."

Mike lifted the boy's head and made him inhale the fumes.   "We
call them 'poppers'" he explained, releasing the boy's head. 
"Very useful!"

Jimmy felt his heart beating faster.  The man's finger was
playing with his bottom again.  Suddenly he felt something cold
being spread over his bottom hole.  He flinched.  The man's
finger pushed inside him, then a second finger.  Jimmy bit his
lip.  Please let him stop!  When would it be over.  Please….

Large hands grabbing his thighs and then….

No…Please!!   He opened his eyes and saw the man grinning at him.
"You're a tight one, aren't you?  Never mind, soon change that!"

Jimmy felt his bottom hole stretching as the man pushed his cock
deeper.

"Please….No!   Please …no more…it hurts!   Please…"

Mike laughed, sweat running down his face.  Of course it hurt! 
The butt- plugs were wide but not very long.  They stretched the
anus but stopped just short of the second sphincter a bit further
up.   Oh fuck, this was so nice!   He rubbed some more KY over
his cock and pushed it deeper.   The boy squealed.

"No…no…please..stop…please!"

Jimmy tried to move, but the leather straps were already pulled
tight. Please don't let the man put his thing inside him too far!
 Please!  It hurt!  More than the butt-plug.  It..

"Owwww!   Noo!  Please…no!!"

Mike was thrusting himself back and forth faster and faster.  He
pushed his cock inside the boy as far as it would go.  Shit, oh
fuck!   Oh yes!  His hands tightened on the boy's firm lily white
thighs.  Oh fuck, he was so pretty!   The initial pain had passed
and Jimmy lay quietly sobbing, his body jerking in time to the
man's rhythmic thrusts.

"Oh yes, oh yes!  What a tight little arse!  You beautiful little
bumboy!  You great little….."

Mike's legs trembled and he moaned loudly as the orgasm rippled
through his body.  It seemed to go on for ages.  Oh fucking hell!
Oh what a nice fuck!  Oh…

Silence, punctuated only by quiet sobs and heavy breathing.  
Mike wiped his face.

"Oh..oh you are so fucking amazing, Jimmy!"  He slowly pulled his
exhausted cock out of the boy's red anus and laughed.   He wiped
his fast softening cock on the boy's bum. "Well Jimmy, you're not
a virgin any more.  You've had your cherry well and truly
popped!"

Jimmy lay still, whimpering quietly.  So sleepy.  So very very
sleepy!  He felt the man's finger touching his sore bottom hole
again and flinched.

"Relax, I'm just putting some cream on."

Mike spread the steroid cream all around the sore-looking anus
and pushed some a few inches inside.

"There, all done.  You'll be right as rain by tomorrow" he said,
flicking Jimmy's small penis playfully.

"Just one more thing to do and…."

Mike fetched another butt-plug from the drawer near the bed and
put some cream all over it.  He shook his head and chuckled.  
"This is the last one Jimmy and you'll keep it in all night. 
It's not the very biggest by far, but should be enough."  He
pursed his lips.  Of course it would help but he still had to
admit that the boy's suffering tonight was nothing compared to
when Ken got his hands on him!   Oh well, Ken liked them when
they wriggled.  Any excuse to whip the boy's arse for a while
before continuing.  Cruel bastard!

Jimmy felt the rubber plug entering him and started to cry. 
Nooo! Please! "Okay, it's in." announced Mike, tapping the flat
base.

"Now, then young man, time for bed, hmm?"

Jimmy felt the straps being untied.  Moments later he was carried
over to the large bed.  His head hit the pillow and he turned
onto his side.  So very sleepy!

Mike yawned and got in beside him.  He glanced over to the door.
Yes, it was locked.  He pulled Jimmy to him and kissed his wet
cheeks affectionately.   "See, it wasn't that bad, was it?" he
said, smiling at the sleepy look in the little boy's eyes.  He
kissed the small lips and gave him a hug.  "You're such a pretty
boy, you know, and very, very sexy!"

The presence of the boy's soft little body so close was already
making him go hard again. Mike groaned.  He really had to pace
himself!  For a moment he thought about getting the boy to suck
him till he came again, but the kid was already in a deep sleep,
and besides….

Mike closed his eyes and thought about the next day.  Oh yes, had
to pace himself!

The sun streaming through the window reached Jimmy's eyes and he
woke up.  For a second he couldn't remember where he was, then
the memories returned.  He felt sick.

He turned onto his back and flinched as he felt the heavy
butt-plug still in his bottom.  Why, oh why….?

"Go to the bathroom Jimmy!  I'm sure you have to pee, hmm?"

The man was looking at him in amusement.  "Go on!"

He waited for the frightened boy to return, chuckling at the
sight of the black plug jammed hard between his buttocks.   Jimmy
got back on the bed and trembled as the large man drew him close.

"Hey, relax!" Mike laughed.  "You really have to learn how to
behave, you know."

He traced his finger over the boy's soft tummy, prodding the
layers of puppy fat.   "Oh look, it's still asleep" he said,
grinning as his finger reached the boy's small penis.  "Wonder if
we can wake it up, hmm?"

Jimmy bit his lip in shame as the man's hand played with him.  So
embarrassing!  So awful!

He opened his eyes and looked down.  To his astonishment, his
willy was already sticking up!   Mike smiled at him.  "You see?"

Secretly he was surprised.  The stuff they'd given the boy
yesterday should have worn off by now, surely?   They'd give him
some more at breakfast, then another dose before the party. Oh
yes, the party!

He let his head fall back on the pillow and sighed.  "Hmm, come
on Jimmy!  Get that little mouth of yours busy!"

Jimmy froze.  Not that again…please!   He looked at the sheet
covering the man and saw where his…his thing was sticking up
underneath.  So..so..

"Or shall I make your bottom red again to remind you, hmm?"
Mike opened his legs kicking the sheet off and pulled the young
boy on top of him, turning him round.

"Oh yes, this is nice!"

Jimmy straddled the man's head as he'd done the day before and
started kissing the large penis that was now directly under his
head. It reacted by jerking upwards and growing longer.  Jimmy
saw the prominent veins bulging and felt sick.  The man's
foreskin had slid back so easily and the tip seemed to suddenly
expand.

Mike felt the boy's hot little mouth close over his cock and
moaned.  He teased the small testicles above his head and
chuckled as the lad's willy lengthened.   "Oh yes, that's nice!"
 The boy was playing with it, sucking greedily, bobbing his head
up and down.

"A bit faster!"   Yes, this was soo good!

"My balls as well!"   Little fingers suddenly stroking… oh fuck!
So nice!

Jimmy had quite a way with his tongue.  He seemed to know
instinctively just how to..

"Oh shit!  Oh you little cocksucker..you..oh fuck!"

Jimmy felt the man's legs tense and kept his lips tight over the
pulsating cock. His mouth filled with hot semen and he swallowed
quickly, trying not to think about what was happening.  Had to
keep the man happy!  Had to avoid being beaten!

"Oh, you….you…!"  Mike opened his eyes, breathing slowly getting
back to normal.  This was amazing!  The boy was a natural!

Jimmy felt the man's penis getting softer but kept it in his
mouth till told to turn round.

"Hmm, that was sooo nice!"   Mike kissed him and then sat up.

"Okay, breakfast!  Wash your hands and we'll go and see if the
others are up yet.

He led Jimmy downstairs. Ken was drinking coffee and reading a
newspaper. "Morning."  Mike looked round.  "Where's Simon?"

"On the loo."

Mike nodded.  "Okay Jimmy, eat breakfast, then you go as well.
Take the buttplug out and wash it well!"

Jimmy sat down and devoured the plate of ham and cheese already
prepared for him. Having finished, he obediently opened his mouth
and swallowed the 'vitamins' that the fat man popped in his mouth
for him.

Mike waited for Jimmy to finish his milk and leave.

"Okay for tonight?"

Ken nodded.  "Yeah, they both confirmed.  Should be here about
eightish.  I told them about Jimmy.  Sandra sounded happy!"  He
laughed.  "I'll get the boys to start preparing the guestrooms
later.

Mike poured himself another coffee and smiled at his friend.  "So
are you saving Jimmy for later or are you going to have him
before?"

Ken laughed.  "How was he?"

"Great.  Tight as a duck's arse, but I put in the last plug, so
should be a bit better."

"Not too much I hope" said Ken, licking his lips.  "I like'em
tight!"  He paused.  "I thought I'd fuck him this morning.  May
as well get him used to it."

Mike shrugged.  "Yes, you're probably right.  Best to do it
before the party."

The boys returned.  Mike saw that Simon's bum was already covered
with the red marks of a recent paddling.  Obviously, Ken had
started early today.

"Well, any problems?" asked Ken sharply.

"No uncle" replied Simon, meekly.  "Jimmy as well" he added.  He
swallowed nervously.  The men took his daily shit very seriously!

"Did you check Jimmy knows how to wash himself afterwards?" asked
Mike.

"Yes uncle."

"Did you check afterwards?"

Simon looked scared.  "A bit..I…I..not really..I…"

Mike took Jimmy's arm and turned him round.  "Bend over!"

He slid his finger between the boy's buttocks and pushed apart. 
"Hmm, looks okay, but you haven't dried yourself properly.  
Stand up!"

Jimmy turned to face him and glanced at the other man.   Uncle
Ken was holding a thin riding whip in his hand.  Jimmy's heart
missed a beat.

"Hands on your head!  Legs apart!  Both of you!"

Mike felt his cock spring to life and sighed.  No good.  He'd
never be able to wait till the party!

He watched Ken tease their willies with the tip of the whip,
first Jimmy's then Simon.  Simon looked scared but resigned to
his fate.  Slowly, their penises stiffened and rose until they
were horizontal.  Simon's foreskin had already ridden back
exposing his soft purple glans.  Ken reached out and pushed
Jimmy's tight foreskin right back, smiling at the way the boy
flinched.

A short swishing noise followed immediately by a second one. 
Both boys squealed in pain and wriggled frantically, the tips of
their little manhoods now a bright red.
Ken flexed the whip in his hands.  "Keep still or I double the
dose.  Three each!"

Jimmy sobbed loudly, his willy on fire.  The whip swept through
the air and he yelped as the leather tip slashed across his
willy.   "Owwww!  Please uncle, please!  I'll always dry my
bottom..always.. I…" The whip descended a third time and he
screamed.

"Oh, shut up!" ordered Ken, angrily.  "I don't know why you're
making such a noise.  Just wait for the caning you're going to
get later.  Then you'll have something to cry about!"

They sent the boys out to the pool and finished their breakfast
in silence.

Jimmy wiped his eyes and ran after Simon.  They stood at the edge
of the pool.  Jimmy sniffed and looked again at the red marks on
Simon's bottom.

"What did you do?"

Simon shrugged.  "Nothing.  He was in a bad mood, that's all."

Jimmy shook his head.  Why were these men so cruel?

Simon hesitated for a second.  "So… did he fuck you last night?"

A pause.  "Yes."  Jimmy looked at the ground.  He didn't want to
remember it.

"May as well get used to it" continued Simon.  "It's awful the
first few times, but then…"  He looked around to make sure the
men weren't coming.   "Uncle Ken said that he's going to fuck you
this morning.  I think that's why he was in a bad mood."

Jimmy frowned.  "What?"

"Usually he likes me to suck him in the morning, but today he
didn't.  He said that he's saving it for you!    He's always in a
bad mood before he comes!"

He saw the look of confusion on Jimmy's face and nodded towards
the house. "Listen!  Whatever he tells you to do, do it!   It'll
hurt a lot more than with uncle Mike, but if you wriggle too much
or make too much noise, he'll beat you really hard!   Don't
forget to…"

A loud voice from the house made them freeze. "Jimmy, here!"

They turned and saw Ken looking at them.  He was grinning and
holding a large wooden paddle in his hand.

"Take this to my room and put it on the bed.  When I come up in
five minutes, I want to see your bum in the air ready.  Is that
clear?"

Jimmy felt icy cold.  He was shaking.   "Yes uncle."

"Good.  Go and see uncle Mike on the way.  He's got something for
you to take.  Go!"

Ken watched the naked boy trot obediently inside, the paddle
making his hands look even smaller.  He looked at Simon.  "After
your swim, start cleaning the house and make sure the guestrooms
are ready.  Understand?"

"Yes uncle."

Ken grinned.  Yes, it had definitely been a good idea, getting
another boy!  He rubbed his hands and strode back to the house.