Scrub aka Simon

South American Adventure

My son and I were flying on a trip that I had never envisaged making.

Two weeks ago, my wife had eventually thrown me out of out home with our daughters and since she was the only earner for the family and since I was effectively penniless, I had serious problems. I am not a wastrel indeed I was near international standard as a swimmer and need to spend all my time training.

My son, David, who is just 13 goes, sorry went, to a well known public school and if I say so myself has my own exceptional good looks. Indeed the school had used him in a publicity brochure it was making but I had stopped them using him in PE or swimming kit, as I don't want strangers ogling him! I object went they ogle him but I am at least an adult and will given any wimp a black eye if not more problems.

Anyhow I needed a job and the only thing I could think of doing was a games master at a school but I have no qualifications which are need to teach in the UK so I put an advert in the educational papers and only had one useful reply a small wimp of a man interviewed me for hours and offered me this post in a South American English speaking school. It was for teenagers who needed the discipline of a boarding school and I would be a housemaster of one of the houses and would have virtually complete control of the kids when they were not at school and would also teach sport in particular swimming to all the pupils. Moreover under South American law all children school staff had free education.

It was explained to me that to cut the cost of the flight we could just take a small case with us and we would be couriers and take papers etc with us, which would be given to us at Heathrow and collected at the airport when we arrived. Our other luggage would be sent by airfreight and any furniture etc by sea.

I could drink as much as I liked and enjoyed this privilege! My son just slept and with only gangster type films to watch I did little except think how really handsome the sleeping lad was. I noticed that he had an erection, but I had not seen him nude. As it was not right to think about my son in that way, so it didn't changed my thoughts but I decided that I should explain the facts of life to him soon as I know we had told his school that we would do it when he was ready. I then realized that 'WE' was just my son and me so I had another drink or three!

Eventually we landed and went through customs gave the baggage we had brought with us to the courier company and caught a small plane there were only seats for a dozen passengers and we were the only passengers in fact. The stewardess didn't speak English and there was only coffee or orange juice to drink, which was more to my son liking! An hour later we had arrived at a small airport and a large man in a small car picked us up. He was the housemaster of another house and explained things to me. As soon as we got to his house my son was put in a small bedroom and fell asleep. I did not comment when the man locked him in and pocked the key. He explained to me over generous whiskies that my house and his were within a couple of hundred yards and the others were some distance away. The headmaster was away and was in charge of the teaching and another house but never interfered in the running of the other houses. We could use whatever discipline measures we wanted – he believed in strong doses of the cane whenever needed.

He said that there were several really difficult lads and in considered all they really understood was a sharp doze of pain. He said moreover that in many ways the situation here was better than England. They don't have the sort of hang-ups that the English so often have. For example he continued sex between boys has always existed and we don't have to be prudish about it. The younger lads learn by experience from the older and if they have any problems the older lads make sure that they play along indeed if the youngster does like something then the older lads usually make sure he has a lot of practice. Most South American men seem to be bisexual anyhow.

I said I was sure about all that and I didn't want David… but he interjected well that is up to you but I wouldn't try to make him teacher's pet if I were you! He said that each house has about forty boys aged from 13 to 15 although there were a couple of lads outside that range.

He then talked about my house, "You may have some trouble initially as it has been without a housemaster for some time and the older boys have been running it. They may not like loosing that power even to an adult. I would suggest each of the senior boys should get at least twelve of the best before you even talk to them."

I was not sure about corporal punishment anyhow and used in this was repugnant to me but I was too drunk to argue with him. He then showed me how the house had television cameras so the housemaster could look wherever he wished without being seen and without having to move out of his study. I was surprised that the cameras even showed inside the toilets and bathrooms. He then showed me that my son was sleeping peacefully and I didn't complain, as it seemed justified.

I asked about my stuff, which had been sent from England, and he told me we would hear when it arrived.

It was Saturday afternoon and I should stay at his house, as I needed rest before taking over mine. He said we would have as easy weekend and he would show me around on Monday and install me in my house before classes ended that evening; I was in no hurry. He explained about pay that it would go into the bank in the 'town' where he picked me up and I would have a credit type card so I could withdraw it whenever I wished. Inflation is so high he added that one does not want to carry cash about.

We went into the main room and he had to support me. The kids were due back to the house. He told me that he would not introduce me as the future house master next door.

While there was some air conditioning in his room here it was stiflingly hot. He helped me take off my jacket so I was in shirtsleeves and a tie. I must have looked ridiculous. However the boys didn't even smile. They were dressed all differently but there were no long trousers. Indeed the normal length of the shorts was about 1 inch [2½ cm] below the crotch and the younger kids were in even shorter shorts. Several had their privates on full view.

"It is the tropics and we are all males here anyhow," the housemaster said to my surprise. One boy quite young was naked except for a band round the base of his penis below the balls. "He is being punished for not washing properly down there!" was the explanation. "Don't bother about my friend here," he said to the boys in general, "as he just wants to see how I punish you. Give me the book," he added to one boy, "I will double all the outstanding punishments in honour of my friend."

I didn't believe my ears nearly as every kids had some outstanding punishment. Before doubling the least any boy had earned was eight strokes and the most was forty-three. However he explained that he seldom gave a boy more than 24 a day, as "He doesn't appreciate the rest." The instrument he used was a cane about two and a half feet [75 cm] long and about the thickness at the handle of my thumb but tapering to the normal thickness. However the last three inches [8 cm] had been purposely split! He also raised this cane well above his shoulders. The most surprising thing was the boy had to strip completely before his punishment and stayed naked after it. The man handled several boys' genitals and if they were erect gave them extra strokes, which were not counted until the boy was flaccid again.

The boys went about their normal affairs showing some very red backsides. I said I thought he was very severe but he pointed out that I had had an erection during the whole punishment session. What could I say? We went back into his room and watched the closed circuit television. I must admit that I was turned on by the activity that I was witnessing. I asked him if he would normally stop the bullying that I saw but he said that it was natural behaviour amongst young adolescents and the little ones would get their turn when they got bigger. I had learnt that there was no point in commenting on the overt sexual; nature of the activity and, drunk as I was, I actually enjoyed watching it! I suddenly remembered David and focused on his room to see he was safely asleep. The man saw me check on him and asked me if I wanted to visit him and give him something to drink, as he looked very hot. I agreed and he gave me a glass and thermos of a cold drink, "orange juice and glucose," he explained. The man helped me stand and carry the drink along to the boy's room. He woke up easily and drank all the glassful down almost in one swallow. I said I was relocking him in but he should go back to sleep, and did as I had said. By the time I got back to the TV room he was asleep again.

He looked hot which was hardly surprising, and was on top of the covers. I asked the man about a change of clothes and he pointed out that his wouldn't fit my son or me, and the boys' spare clothing were hardly the garments for him! I had another drink and the alcohol got to me and I fell into a deep sleep. It was evening when I woke up and the man just gave me some pajamas and I went back to sleep.

In the morning I woke with a headache but nothing worse. The man came into my room with a hot cup of coffee I would have preferred tea but I was not in England any more. He said he had got rid of the kids until the evening and would show me around. First we went to my house. It was a couple of hundred yards away and virtually identical in design and equipment. There were no kids there so I had a quick look round then we went to the swimming area – a huge dug out rectangle with asphalt sides and full of warm water. It was surrounded by trees and quite beautiful. It was full of about 50 naked Indian kids, "we encourage them to use the place" he said, "It is 100 metres [330 ft] long and thirty [100 ft.] wide. The shallow end is 1.2 metres [4 ft.] deep the deep end is over 7 metres [23 ft.] and the water is filtered from the local river, which is full of nasties."

There were no changing cubicles he explained that the boys dried in the sun. Only the good swimmers wore trunks so it was easy to see if any poor swimmer got into difficulties He said that good swimmers were boys who could swim 60 lengths of the baths on the last day of term which was the only time that testing took place. We walked around the whole place and I was impressed with its sheer size.

Sunday lunch was a formal affair at his place with the kids talking in whispers. I asked about David and the man told me had had an accident and didn't want to appear in public. As soon as I had finished, I went to David's room. He had messed himself and his bed while he was asleep, and now he had a towel round him and looked in abject misery. Later I realised it was the 'orange drink' but I was just short with him at the time. When the other kids were out of the way we let him put his bedding in the washing machine but his clothing was ruined. He stayed out of sight so missed the evening's caning session but it was barbaric. I was not sure with what I was going to replace his clothing but thought I would find something in my house.

The rest of the day past uneventfully but I was very troubled by what I had seen.

Monday morning, the kids left in the early morning and he took me over to my new house to get me installed. He said to me, "If you want to make a lot of money here I can put you in touch with some men who will buy some of the videos taken by the security cameras as they contain very saleable child porn!"

I was shocked and told him so in no uncertain words. I didn't ask him if he did this or anything else about the offer. I also hadn't considered how this might affect David. In fact he had spent the previous night drugged, photographed and being interfered with in many different ways. He had no recollection and I only discovered much later when I saw a video of me cleaning him up earlier and this was edited with him being abused so cleverly that it seemed I was doing the abusing!

David settled in. There was a small room just off mine, which had no other entrances or exits, and which we both thought was a good idea for his room. He had a hot bath and I looked for clean clothes for him but all the boys' clothing was locked away and I didn't have the key. He wrapped a clean but rather small towel round him and watched some TV channels, which we couldn't understand! My clothing was in no better state and was filthy – hardly the right way to impress pupils with their new housemaster. I eventually found a shower wrap made of towelling and had to settle for it even if it had no cord around the waist. Our clothes had not arrived and I began to understand the concept of manyanna or whatever the word was! The man from next door had promised to try to arrange something but I thought correctly that I shouldn't rely on that.

I decided to try him again so I walked barefoot over to his house. He was sitting in a deck chair drinking whisky and offered me one. When I pointed out my problem he laughed and said, "When you are caning your lads I would take it right off as it will get in the way – anyhow it will give them something to look at!"

I said, "what about my son," and he just said "what the sexy one!"

I stormed off and tried to find any other adult but soon realised I might get lost so went back to my house. David was still watching TV. I had decided that I ought to teach him the facts of life before he learnt them from the other boys. With us both hardly better than nude it must have made an interesting recording on the monitors. I saw an edited version of it once and it even turned me on.

I went for a swim in the pool. I took David with me we had to swim nude, as we had nothing to wear. I was surprised to see him nude for the first time since he was a baby (other than when I was cleaning him up). He was tall and his cock large for his age. It was erect but I remembered that at that age I used to be in a similar situation most of the time. The main problem I had in admiring his body was that it was exciting mine so I dived in the water hoping he had not noticed anything! Shortly after we started swimming a group of brown Indian kids arrived they were naked and in the water before you could bat an eyelid. I still had a problem as the water wasn't even a little cool but, when David did not seem to be looking, I got out and wrapped myself in the stupid looking garment. I called him out and he clambered out not even trying to hide his own excitement. We got back just before the boys in my house arrived. I still hadn't thought out what to say.

Any ideas would however been useless as a group of six of the older boys charged in. They ignored David and me completely. The other boys lined up outside the front door each boy's name was called in turn.

He was given a cardboard box and had to put all his clothes neatly folded he then went to what was obviously an assigned position in the room and stood facing into the room at parade rest. I just didn't know what to say so I said nothing. When everyone was in the room, one of the dressed boys spoke to me, "We have been running the house and having a lot of fun we intend to continue to do so. I would suggest that you join us. You will have no trouble from the little boys and can all enjoy them in whatever way we wish. You will have to start as a junior as will your son but if you both cooperate you can soon become one of the seniors. The rules are simple. You do not stop a senior in doing whatever he wants indeed you help him whether you are a junior or a senior."

I shouted without really thinking, "You must be completely mad. This is my house. You will run it my way."

I was just starting my diatribe when both David and I were grabbed, the kids may have only been about 15 years old but they acted as a team and we were soon overpowered. The spokesman continued as if nothing had happened, "I will ask you tomorrow before school and if you co-operate we will forget the next 15 hours. You will have to put that period down to experience. All punishment depend of the receiver's age so a twelve year old gets a standard twelve strokes a thirteen year old thirteen and so on. You must be 30, which will earn you rather more. Your son must be thirteen. At least we will assume those are your ages. Now for starters you will get one set each."

The clothed lads took it in turn and they used a similar cane to that I had seen used the previous day. They may have been kids but they knew how to use a cane. Half way through I tried to talk them out of the rest but that meant they started from scratch again. I didn't resist, as there were just too many of them. I remember thinking how could I ever now become a teacher there. It got worse as I started crying quite audibly. Then, suddenly, a small lad said, "Look he's getting a storky!" I knew what he meant and he was right. They pointed my condition out to David.

It was then David's turn. I started to object but a senior boy put his finger to his lips so I didn't dare the idea of another thirty couldn't bear thinking about. David took it very badly. I thought I must tell him that he should not be a crybaby but the strokes WERE very hard.

I thought that might have been the end of the treatment but the boy who seemed to be the leader started to speak again, "Now the two of you have to show that you understand how to do as you are told. You also will start earning money for the house as all these activities are sold to some gentlemen who pay us VERY well. I think today's activities will earn a bonus."

He then made us answer questions about ourselves – most went to my son and he showed how innocent he was even after my short sex education lesson that afternoon. I hadn't even started to talk about the perversions they were covering indeed I had never experienced most of them.

However, they started without getting us to perform any perversions.

At least they would not have been a perversion if we were not father and son, if one of us was not under age and if one of us had been female! I was told to teach him how to wank! I mean for a father to teach that to his son really. I was not just allowed to describe the actions but first to get him to rub me just as I liked (but not bringing me to a climax.) then he had to play with himself and I had to instruct him and even handle him myself. They warned me that the canes were still handy. David got very excited but the made me stop just before he came. We were both getting very frustrated. They then reverted to getting us to kiss each other. There would have been nothing wrong in that after all a father can kiss his son but hardly when both of us were naked, erect, and doing it in public. Moreover we had to use out tongues!

They used a hand held camera as well as the hidden ones and this made it all a hundred times worse. I didn't believe my ears when we had to move to licking every part of each other's body. But… What could I do? My body let me down and I climaxed into my son's mouth. It was awful but I couldn't stop it.

That caused him to do the same as we were what the seniors called sixty-nining at the time we both had to open our mouths for the cameras to see what we had in them then we had to resume kissing each other on the mouth and swapping the stuff between our mouths before eventually being made to swallow it!

They looked at the clock and said in was nearly dinnertime. They gagged both of us (without even letting us wash out our mouths). They then put us into straightjackets and threw us onto the bed that my son was going to use. It was so narrow that our bodies were pressed together. Our legs were tied and fixed together with the cord running over a bar in the ceiling. They were not satisfied and then tied out penises tightly together so we could feel any excitement that the other was suffering from. We could hear everything that was going on but not made our presence known.

A car arrived and hooted. Someone was allowed in. The voice told me that it was the other housemaster. One of the seniors (remember they were only 15 years old!) said "The new man and his son were here when we arrived but the man said that they didn't like it here and a taxi arrived and took them away so we are back to the old system." He then added, "There is a lot of good stuff for you to sell, which we got on the tapes recorders. We want a bigger share of the proceeds!"

It was quite obvious that he knew roughly what was happening and had no objections. Moreover he agreed to let the headmaster know that I had not stayed. He said he would throw out my papers and clothes that were still at his place. "He hasn't even got his passport so he will have a problem," the man chuckled. He said he had the evening dinner for the house in his car "so you can get on with having fun without delay," he added.

"Oh!" he said, "I have been watching today's crop of videos. Congratulations very nice work well worth a bonus. I am sure you will carry on. But remember there is no hurry to complete everything. It is also necessary to watch everyone's well being, food intake etc. We don't want any sort of complication."

I did not understand what he was talking about. Anyhow he left and the boys untied us. The meal looked very nice but they produced a washing up bowl and poured my and my son's portion into it we were then made to eat it from the bowl, which was put on the floor. We were not allowed to use out hands and when we stopped trying to eat they used a plimsoll on our sore backsides. When they had finished beating up one boy, not even a senior, peed into the bowl. We were warned that if anything was in the bowl in another five minutes, another boy would pee, or worse, and so on. I puked into the bowl but they said that just added to our problem. Poor David he had to eat his share of my puke! Luckily they were getting bored and the seniors said that the juniors would have a chance to fuck David that night. I had to explain exactly what that meant to David. I was then told that the juniors were too small to need any lubrication but I could make it easier on David if I licked his hole right inside, as that would soften it.

Well. I thought I would be sick again but I had to do it. Didn't I? I did the best I could but they said I could do better. The told David to give be thirty of the best with his full power as a punishment. They told him if they didn't he would get them instead! I must say I didn't know he was so strong! They said, however, it wasn't hurting enough and told David to drain me again as it hurts more after a 'Cum' He immediately started sucking me!!! It didn't take long. Then he had to repeat the caning full force.

I was tied up again in the little room but David was taken to one of the dormitories. They put a microphone near him and a loud speaker in my room. When all the juniors in that room had finished, he was moved into another room so that those in the first room could sleep and prepare themselves for another session. There were six dormitories but he made several visits to each. It was horrible to listen to it but I could do nothing. To be honest it was all the more horrible because I wasn't there doing the fucking! Poor David – He just didn't deserve what was happening from strangers as well.

I started to think of the problem that I was in – No money, no possessions, not able to speak the language, I had not left a forwarding address in England as I wanted to make a new start and there were a lot of debts which I wanted to lose. I really had little idea where I was. I knew the airport I had originally flown to but then I went on the second flight and then for a long distance by car maybe I was now in a different country. They were already perverting David and I couldn't save him whatever I did. Their morales or rather their complete lack of them were frightening and they were so young.

If I wanted to save myself I would have to seem to join them. Indeed I would have rather to impress them with how I was even more perverted than they or their friends. It would not be sacrificing David they were doing him in anyhow. So, if I had to pervert David even quicker than they were going to do it, so I might be able to save my life. If well… I will play it by ear…

The end…

(This is finished I think but if anyone wants to continue it or they want me to just write to the group.)