Chapter 1
Lewis and Kyle

It had been a long day. A family happily entered their up-scale middle class home: a couple with four younger persons. The eldest of the four was a 15-year-old boy, followed his entourage of three younger boys. Two of the other boys were 13 and 11; finally, the smallest and easily the happiest of the group was a 9-year-old, who was enthusiastically recounting the events of today, his ninth birthday.

As they entered the home, the parents hastily retreated to the living room, and both immediately collapsed on the couch with long sighs, as the 9-year-old retold for the umpteenth time how he took down both his parents in a game of laser quest.

'Luke, grab me a beer,' the father ordered the oldest boy, who obeyed the request without delay, and promptly retrieved a bottle of beer from the kitchen for his father, as the rest of the family gradually joined the parents in the living room to watch the TV.

'I hope you enjoyed your birthday today, Kyle; you're a big boy now,' the father said again.

'Sure did, dad!' The young boy beamed.

'That's good to hear. How are those boxer shorts fitting you?'

'They're perfect; they were a little weird to begin with, but now I'm used to them,' Kyle continued, with a proud smile.

'Well, now that you're a big boy, you're going to have to take on more responsibility,' Dad said more seriously.

'I'm ready for anything!' Kyle exclaimed, with confidence that he could take on the world.

'Then your first task as a big boy is to give Lewis his maintenance spanking.'

Upon hearing the instructions, Lewis, the 13-year-old, was immediately overcome with defeat. He had guessed that this would happen, but to hear the actual words spoken was still more hurtful than he had anticipated.

'Oh wow!' Kyle said, overjoyed. He had expected his first chore to be doing the washing or something, which he had been helping with every now and again anyway, but to be designated to give his older brother his maintenance spanking wasn't something he had expected.

'Come on then Lewis, over to your brother; remember, he's a big boy now, and I expect you to treat him as such. You have slipped a few times today and called Kyle by his name, but remember you must address him properly from now on, especially when you're getting your maintenance spanking. Now, Kyle, remember, a maintenance spanking isn't painful like a punishment spanking: the idea is to help little boys, especially Lewis who we all know is a little slower than most, to learn respect for his seniors and keep him in line. Also, even though you're a big boy now, I think we still need to have an arrangement so that when Lewis doesn't behave and you need to give him a punishment spanking, to make sure that it will be something that he remembers.

"Go on then, Lewis, you know the drill; chop chop,' the man finished as Lewis made his way to the smaller boy.

'Sir, please can you give me a maintenance spanking to make sure I will be a good little boy,' Lewis said to Kyle.

'Of course, Lewis, come here,' Kyle said as he waved for Lewis to take a step closer.

Lewis did so, and was now standing right in front of the sitting Kyle. Kyle then reached out to the waistband of Lewis' shorts and swiftly yanked them down, revealing an embarrassingly childish pair of underwear for a 13-year-old: a snug pair of white briefs adorned with cartoons of various emergency vehicles such as ambulances, fire trucks, and police cars. When the shorts were at his ankles Lewis soon felt the draft of cool air hit his cock and balls as his briefs received the same treatment.

The development of Lewis's cock and balls showed that despite being 13 years of age, he was, as described by his father, a completely pre-pubescent little boy. His flaccid penis registered only a little over an inch in length, which was still enough to cover the majority of his tight sack, and needless to say, there was not a hair in sight.

After Lewis had both his shorts and his underwear pulled down to his ankles, Kyle swiftly dragged Lewis by his hand and laid him down across his lap. 'Have you done anything today to deserve a punishment spanking?' Kyle asked, as he had seen the others do so many times before when administering Lewis' maintenance spankings.

'No sir.'

Shortly after he answered, a barrage of slaps rained down on Lewis's bare bottom, nothing to cry about, though the first one did make him jump a little.

The humiliation of his predicament, however, had made his eyes water, not that he hadn't been spanked by a younger boy before, of course. Ben, the 11-year-old, had been involved in Lewis' spankings since he was 9 and Lewis was 11, over 2 years ago. B now, to be stripped and spanked by another 9-year-old at the age of 13 was not something he thought could have happened.

Soon enough, the designated 15 maintenance spanks were over, and Kyle pushed him to stand back up.

'Thank you for giving me a maintenance spanking and helping me be a good respectful little boy, sir,' Lewis thanked Kyle with his shorts and briefs around his ankles.

'You're welcome,' Kyle said with a devious grin, gleeful at his first time giving the 13-year-old a maintenance spanking, something which he had always wanted to do since the first time he saw his older brother do it. However, the glee was quickly replaced with a more appropriate proud, almost gentle-looking smile.

As Kyle proceeded to pull Lewis' briefs and shorts back up, his father complimented him for a job well done, and told him that he would be sharing the responsibility of administering Lewis' maintenance spankings from now on, among other responsibilities. The family scene then went on as though there was nothing out of the ordinary, despite the earlier scene of a teenager being spanked by a 9-year-old, and the whole family got some much-needed rest.

Even for Kyle, the excitement of his birthday was beginning to wear off, and he actually kept reasonably quiet for the first time today.

'It's getting quite late, Lewis; go and get ready for bed,' the father said after the family's favourite TV show was over. At that, Lewis meekly made his way upstairs and proceeded to have a shower.

After Lewis was out of earshot, the father turned towards Kyle. 'Right, I'll let you know more as you learn your responsibilities, but if you have any questions, Ben and Luke should be able to answer them.'

'Yes, dad,' Kyle responded with maturity beyond his age.

'About Lewis' spankings: when you need to spank him for being naughty, we need something to help you and make sure that Lewis will learn his lesson. Even though you're a big boy now, Lewis is still bigger than you physically, so…'

'So I'll have to spank him with a paddle like Ben does when Lewis is really naughty, dad?' Kyle interjected.

'Yes, clever boy! Paddle, cane, slippers, even a belt, whatever you deem necessary, son,' Dad said, delighted and rubbing his son's head. 'You will have to use one more often though. Ben only needs to use them when Lewis is being really naughty, but because you're smaller, you will probably have to use it every time for punishment spankings, and then move up depending on how naughty Lewis is being to make sure he learns his lesson, so if Lewis has been really naughty, you will want to use a belt.'

'Ok Dad.' Kyle said, excited at his new part in moderating Lewis' behaviour.

'Ben, go and help your brother put Lewis in his nappy, I know he's seen you and Luke put Lewis' nappy on a lot of times, but because this time he's actually doing it himself, I want you to go and make sure he does everything right.'

'Yes, dad,' The 11-year-old answered.

After the conversation finished, the two boys made their way upstairs, and walked past the opened bathroom door, wherein Lewis was having his shower. 'Hurry up, Lewis, we'll be waiting in your room,' Ben said as the pair walked past.

Ben and Kyle entered Lewis' room, which was plain but well equipped, complete with a double bed, computer and other furniture. 'You know where Lewis' nappies are; go get them out along with the baby oil,' Ben said.

Kyle followed Ben's instructions and retrieved Lewis' nappy from the drawer for the first time. He looked at the pristine nappy with all the usual cartoon prints: it was even thicker than he imagined, but he guessed it would have to be for such a big baby.

Just as he laid the nappy and oil on Lewis' bed, a nude Lewis entered. He had long been accustomed to being seen by the rest of the family in the nude. 'Er, what is Kyle doing here, sir?' a slightly stunned Lewis asked.

'You know why Kyle is here, Lewis. He's a big boy now, and he's going to help with your bed-wetting.'

It was true, he knew what Kyle was there for, but just yesterday the closest Kyle got to putting him in a nappy was to watch. Still wetting the bed at thirteen was humiliating enough, but to have a 9-year-old put him in his nappy made him more anxious than usual about the nightly routine.

'Close the door behind you, Lewis,' Ben ordered.

He did as he was told, pulling an annoyed face whilst out of sight of the other two. Closing the door could only mean one thing, as the house rules were very clear that little boys don't need privacy, so he could only close the doors on the authority of his seniors, such as Ben, and now Kyle. In fact, the family says it's important that little boys keep doors open, so that they can be easily checked on to make sure they aren't being naughty. Seeing the door being closed, Kyle's heart began to pump faster, not only because he was about to put Lewis in his nappy for the first time, but, unbeknownst to Lewis, Ben had discussed yesterday what the plan was going to be tonight, as he had anticipated that his father would ask Kyle to put Lewis in his nappy with himself supervising.

'Right, on the bed then,' Ben said. He had taken a back seat in tonight's chore: rather than putting Lewis in a nappy himself and explaining as Kyle watched, he had decided that Kyle had seen the process often enough that he would let Kyle do it straightaway, and only interfere when necessary.

Once Lewis was on the bed, Kyle pushed Lewis' legs up and spread out the nappy underneath Lewis' backside. After lowering Lewis back onto the nappy, he proceeded to squirt some baby oil onto Lewis' privates, and after pausing for a second, he took a small breath and took Lewis' small cock and balls into his hands. As his cock and balls were manipulated, Lewis' cock began to harden, and soon enoughit was rock-solid, a little over 2 inches [5cm] of magnificence.

'Wow, it's tiny, you really are a little boy!' Kyle exclaimed to the blushing boy, as if he had never seen Lewis' tiny cocklet before. Lewis was somewhat embarrassed, but he had heard similar insults often enough that he knew it was coming, and had prepared mentally.

'Here's another lesson now that you're a big boy, Kyle: one of the ways we reward Lewis for being a good little boy is allowing him to have a dry orgasm, because it's something little boys are not allowed to have without permission from their seniors. So, if you think he's been a good little boy and deserves to have a dry orgasm, you can give him one as a reward; what do you think?' Ben asked his little brother as Lewis blushed a deeper shade of red.

'Well, he's been really nice today and behaved himself, so I think he deserves it,' Kyle answered. He continued to rub Lewis' short shaft, spreading the oil on all necessary areas. Part of Lewis wanted to protest: he didn't want Kyle to have this power over him, to be able to decide whether he was allowed to climax; on the other hand, he had been denied an orgasm for over two weeks, even after behaving and asking nicely. Ben, who had taken over most of the responsibility for Lewis for the past year, said that he wasn't sure that Lewis had really been that good. Perhaps it was intentional, to save the special occasion for Kyle.

Pleasure was building considerably in Lewis' groin, and Lewis was savouring the sensation that he had almost forgotten, as it had been one of the longest stretches of time he had gone without a single relief. His breathing began to speed up, and every fibre in his body tried to intensify the up and down movement he was experiencing on his cock.

Without much warning, he went past the point of no return. 'I'm having a dry orgasm, sir!' he announced loudly, as he had been trained to do over the years. Kyle responded to the unexpected announcement with a bemused giggle. The sight of a thirteen-year-old baby convulsing as a result of waves of dry orgasm just served to amuse him further. The orgasm, as stated, was completely dry, and though over two weeks of abstinence had brought Lewis one of his most intense orgasms, his body was simply trying to eject seeds it didn't yet possess.

'Thank you, sir,' the 13-year-old said as he recovered from his sexual high.

'Kyle, now is when you ask him to recite why little boys aren't allowed to play with themselves. We have to do this every time, to make sure that Lewis knows the rules,' Ben explained. You'd think that Kyle would know the rules, being a little boy himself until recently, but he had always been afforded privileges Lewis didn't have.

'Ok, you're welcome, Lewis; now, why aren't little boys allowed to play with themselves?' Kyle asked.

With a sigh, Lewis submitted to his fate. Needless to say, he derived great pleasure from every orgasm, but just as often as he was allowed to experience those pleasures he was forced to humiliate himself, and this time in front of a 9-year-old. Nevertheless, he knew the lines well, and began. 'Little boys like me who can't cum yet aren't allowed to have dry orgasms without permission or supervision from a senior, because unlike big boys who can cum, I don't need to have an orgasm to stay healthy: I will just be doing it for fun, and I won't be able to control myself without help, and grow up to be a bad person.'

'That's it; we don't let you play computer games or watch TV without permission, so letting you have a dry orgasm is really no different,' Ben said with a smile, obviously having enjoyed the scene of humiliating Lewis in front of Kyle more than he expected.

After the short discourse, Kyle began taping up Lewis' nappy, with Ben instructing him in the necessary precautions to ensure that the nappy wouldn't leak. In no time Lewis was fully clad in his thick cartoon-printed nappy, a type of garment he had worn every day for as long as he could remember. Lewis' outfit was completed with a pair of childish socks that made Lewis look even more infantile. One would assume that the outfit makes Lewis look younger than his years, but he actually looked pretty average for a boy his age, and once you couldn't see how undeveloped his privates were, with his average height and a slim body, one could easily identify him as a boy in his early teens. In fact, with his general features along with his soft mop of straight medium-length brown hair, many would consider him attractive, although he had had zero lady luck at school.

'Right, on your knees, then,' Ben said after Kyle had snugly clad Lewis in his nappy. 'Now, to help you remember that Kyle is a big boy, you will show him respect as a little boy should.' Kyle and Ben then swapped positions, with Kyle now sitting on the bed, and Lewis on his knees between Kyle's legs. 'You know what to do, Lewis, show Kyle what a good little boy you are, especially since he was kind enough to let you have a dry orgasm,' Ben carried on.

'Please may I suck your cock, sir?' Lewis looked up at his new superior and asked rather blandly.

Kyle's heart was racing. It was finally going to happen. He had never really noticed Lewis' green eyes, but now the glass-like green beams were looking up at him with an air of indifference. Of course Ben had explained this to him a few days ago to make sure Kyle would know what to do as part of being a 'big boy', but he played along as though he wasn't sure what was going to happen.

'Oh? You want to suck my cock?' The 9-year-old said with pretend surprise.

'Yes, Kyle, we're doing this to help Lewis learn his place: having Lewis suck your cock is a good way of letting him know that you are his senior and he must obey you. There are three main kinds of instructions you can use when you feel that he isn't minding you properly as a big boy, and needs a reminder about who is in charge, especially since Lewis has a hard time learning that little boys like him need to do as they are told,' Ben lectured. 'The first one, like Lewis is doing now, is given when he is on his knees, when he will suck your cock. You can also tell him to get on his back or on his hands and knees so that you can fuck him. Doing this will help him learn that he is to submit to you and learn that you are in charge of him.'

'Ok,' Kyle said, now concealing his excitement with some difficulty, and began undoing his trousers.

'Lewis will do that, Kyle,' Ben told the boy. And sure enough, when Kyle stopped, Lewis undid Kyle's trousers, pulling them down to reveal a pair of very grown-up boxer shorts. Already a tent was forming in Kyle's shorts. The overwhelming feeling of power he'd felt for the past few minutes had made him more aroused than ever; heck, the last few times he had masturbated was to this scenario playing out in his head, and to finally have Lewis kneel in front of him, asking to suck his cock, made him practically ready to blow.

Pulling down the boxer shorts revealed another marvel: the 9 year was sporting the hardest erection he had ever had, and at over 3.5 inches [9cm] in length, it dwarfed the little cocklet of the teen he had just given a dry orgasm.

'Remember, Lewis, you need to look Kyle in the eyes as much as you can, to learn who you are submitting to,' Ben reminded Lewis.

Reluctantly, Lewis went down on Kyle's cock, jealous at its size despite being more than 4 years his junior. Kyle responded with a sigh of pleasure as he felt the warmth of Lewis' mouth envelop his straining boner. Having been used to sucking bigger cocks than this, working on Kyle's cock felt somewhat awkward to Lewis, however, having literally sucked cock more often than he could count, he soon employed every trick he'd learned over the years. To an onlooker, Lewis no doubt looked like a cheap whore, working his client's cock and balls with vigour, but even as he went to town on Kyle's cock, he remembered to look up at Kyle whenever he could, not that Kyle looked down at him very often.

As he carried on pleasuring the younger boy, he could feel Kyle's breath begin to deepen, and he was also now moaning audibly. Recognising the signs of a boy nearing orgasm, Lewis changed his technique, focussing more on Kyle's cock to help him orgasm. Kyle was having the time of his young life: it felt better than anything he had ever felt before, and he hadn't even cummed yet! Looking down, he could see Lewis' heading bobbing furiously up and down his cock. It was heaven, he was ready to blow. Instinctively, he grabbed a handful of Lewis' brown hair and began thrusting his hips back and forth, face-fucking Lewis in earnest.

As Kyle pumped in and out of Lewis' mouth, Lewis stopped bobbing his head altogether, giving Kyle complete control over how he wanted to cum. Kyle was now moaning louder than ever, which surprised Kyle himself more than anyone else: previously when he had wanked, he had managed to stay relatively discreet. His moans almost made him sound like he was in pain, but what he was experiencing was quite the opposite. Suddenly he went past the point of no return, and with one last powerful thrust, he embedded his cock deep into Lewis' mouth, tensing his entire body as he spewed his watery cum inside the mouth of Lewis, who swallowed obediently.

He had started ejaculating only a few weeks ago, and even though his semen was still the impotent liquid produced by a little boy, he was producing increasing volume of it, going from the few clear drops mere weeks ago to now being able to pump out a few respectable squirts. This was exactly what Ben wanted to know when he spoke to Kyle; after all, his entire premise of boys being allowed to choose whether they were allowed to have an orgasm was based on whether a boy could cum or not. Not that it actually made any difference, of course: he just enjoyed the feeling of power that dominating Lewis gave him.

Lewis could feel Kyle spewing his cum down his throat, and swallowed immediately as he had done many times before. This brought back memories of sucking Ben for the first time. He remembered that at the time, as Ben was cumming inside his mouth just as Kyle was doing, he had wondered when he would be able to produce the same manly fluid himself. Given that a 9-year-old was able to do it, he had believed that as much of a late bloomer as he was, it must soon be his turn. Little did he know that more than 2 years later, not only would he still be unable to produce so much as a drop of cum, but he would be swallowing Kyle's. As frequently as he was humiliated in various scenarios, to this day he had only learned to put up a brave face and pretend that it was nothing out of the ordinary, but the shame he felt as he was forced to 'show respect' to a 9-year-old still made his guts churn.

'Ahhh, good boy, you swallowed my cum too!' Kyle said, starting to come down from his sexual high.

Lewis responded with a smile after releasing the deflating cock from his mouth.

'Of course, good little boys always swallow their seniors' cum unless they're told not to,' Ben said with a smile 'Doesn't it make you feel a little more grown up now that you have some cum inside you? Now, don't forget, what do you say to big boys who care about you enough to help you learn to be a good boy?'

'Thank you for letting me suck your cock to teach me to be a good little boy, sir,' Lewis recited.

'Right, now come over and kneel here.' Ben sat down on a chair as he pointed to the floor. Lewis got up and made his way over to Ben, the thick nappy causing him to waddle ever so slightly. 'Just because Kyle is a big boy now too, I don't want you to forget that good little boys must respect all their seniors,' Ben said with a grin. In truth, he just wanted his cock sucked. He had rarely had to use his hands ever since Lewis sucked him off for the first time, and now that all those hormones had started making the rounds around his body, the horny boy was having Lewis service him at least twice a day.

'Please may I suck your cock, sir?' Lewis asked again.

'Yes you may,' Ben answered.

Lewis removed Ben's trousers and boxer shorts to reveal a cock that, at 5.5 inches [14cm], was nearly 3 times the size of his own diminutive little rod, complete with a healthy set of balls. Not only that; at the base of the cock, despite being nearly 3 years younger, Ben already possessed a small but dense bush of dark pubic hair. If Kyle's cock dwarfed Lewis', Ben's practically made Lewis look like a girl.

Seeing the familiar sight, Lewis started working on Ben's cock. Being less prudent and more forceful than his little brother, Ben did not hesitate to grab a handful of Lewis' hair and bury his cock into Lewis' mouth until Lewis' nose was buried in his pubes. There were times when he enjoyed the cock play that he had taught Lewis; after all, little boys show respect by savouring, no, worshipping the tools of their seniors, but this time was not it; not to mention that he wanted to impress Kyle with his 'manliness'.

Having an audience had always made Ben extra horny: he loved to demonstrate what a strong person he was, and after all these years, he still relished the opportunity to exert his authority over Lewis. As he neared climax, he increased his pace, and his toes began to curl in his socks. Just as he was about to blow, he pulled his cock out and began wanking furiously,and ropes of creamy cum began to shoot out of Ben's cock, arriving into Lewis' waiting mouth with the aim of a seasoned veteran. Instead of swallowing Ben's offering straight away, the experienced Lewis collected it all in his mouth, looking up into Ben's eyes as Ben filled his mouth with the potent seed. Ben's orgasm was soon over, and he squeezed the last drop of cum into Lewis.

Lewis was now kneeling in front of Ben, looking up with his mouth wide open, showcasing an impressive load. Meanwhile, Kyle was giggling like the little 9-year-old that he was. The scene was enormously amusing to the little boy, and made him respect Ben that much more.

'Hmmm; Kyle said you've been a good little boy, but I'm not so sure. Should I really let you swallow my cum?' Ben pondered out loud. Kyle was now positively dying of laughter.

'Glease eir, ean ei ewallo-o eur geum,' Lewis attempted to say with a mouth full of cum without blocking it from view.

'Really? Well, do you promise to be a good little boy?'

'ees elur, ei ll a goo eil oy.'

'Ok, then, if you promise, you may swallow,' Ben said, as though he didn't care, although he was reaping so much enjoyment from shaming Lewis. To him, few things were better than humiliating Lewis after he had an orgasm.

After being given permission to swallow, Lewis awkwardly took the creamy offering down to his stomach. He hated this new game, which Ben had introduced not long ago. There were many slightly differently variations to the game, all of which had the same conclusion, with him begging for Ben's cum. Even in the variations where he was given the choice of whether he wanted to eat some cum or not, he soon learned that though there was no immediate punishment for not begging for cum, he would then be given the harshest punishment for the most minor of infractions, and in the end, shaming himself and begging for cum was just much less trouble.

'Thank you for letting me suck you cock and swallow your cum to teach me to be a good little boy, sir,' Lewis thanked the smaller boy, or bigger, depending on which part you're looking at.

'That's ok, although with how much you like cock and cum, I wonder if we might need to make sure you don't have too much,' Ben said with a smile. Of course, Lewis could only wish that would happen, but he knew that it never would, and that Ben only said it as another ego boost. 'Please don't do that, sir, it's teaching me so much about how to be a good little boy, and reminding me that you're bigger and more mature than I am, so I need to do as you say,' Lewis said. He had played the game long enough to know what to say: just with that little speech, he had probably saved himself from several harsh spankings, at least when Ben's friends weren't present.

'Well, as long as it's doing you good,' Ben said with a satisfied smile as he rubbed Lewis' head. 'Time for bed then,' Ben announced. Ben and Kyle then both tucked Lewis in bed, switching off the lights and leaving the room, though still leaving the door slightly ajar as per the house rules.

Chapter 2
Oscar and Nathan

A slim 10-year-old boy with short blond hair, dressed in white socks and briefs, opened a door. Inside was a well decorated room that clearly housed a boy, equipped with everything a boy could want: big screen TV, gaming consoles, a computer, a shelf full of books. The only things that weren't there were things the boy didn't want. Inside the room, its occupant was sleeping soundly on his bed, far too big for a boy on his lonesome, but with a room so big there was no reason to have a smaller bed installed.

The boy quietly made his way to the bed, as he had been doing for years. He gently lifted up the cover and crawled under until he was facing the pyjama bottoms of the boy underneath. Pulling them back revealed a hard cock already erect, reaching over 2 inches [5cm] in length. Without further ado, the boy engulfed the cock in his mouth, savouring it in all its deliciousness.

After a couple of minutes of licking and sucking, he could feel his head being stroked, and a little later he could feel some pressure being applied, not downward, but pulling him up, and he followed the wish of the boy he was sucking.

Moving up, he was soon greeted with a smiling face, identical to that of Lewis. 'Good morning, Nathan,' the boy said.

'Good morning, master,' the blond boy, Nathan, replied, smiling. After the greetings, the brown-haired boy leaned forward, and the two now engaged in a deep kiss, caressing each other's bodies.

As the kissing and caressing went on, the bigger boy pushed Nathan onto his back and kissed his way down until he was facing Nathan's briefs, which were now bursting with the jewels hidden within. Pulling the briefs down revealed a perfectly proportioned 5-inch [13cm] cock. Without hesitation, he took it into his mouth, eliciting a gasp of pleasure from the boy.

After a few up and down suckings, the boy released the cock from his mouth and looked up. 'Fuck me, Nathan,' he asked.

'But… master, slaves aren't supposed to fuck free boys!' Nathan said, a little concerned, although not hiding his excitement entirely.

'Come on, don't make me beg, you said the same thing when I started sucking you off, and you fucked me last week!' he asked again. Reluctantly, or at least trying to look as such, Nathan got up and removed his briefs, and likewise, the bigger boy removed his pyjama trousers.

When the pair were ready to begin the deed, the bigger boy retrieved a handy tub of lubricant that he'd acquired recently for exactly this purpose, and applied it generously onto his slave's cock. After he was satisfied that Nathan was well prepared, he lay back down and pulled his legs to his side, with his socked feet above his head. The sight was somewhat amusing as the bigger brown-haired boy presented himself to the little blond slave. The confident attitude of the boy did nothing to give away that this would in fact only be the second time he was fucked.

After his master lubricated his cock for action, Nathan took ownership of the tub of lubricant and dipped his finger in. Inexperienced as his master might be in sodomy, Nathan was much more knowledgeable, albeit at the receiving end. In fact, until last week when he first fucked his master, he had never fucked anyone, and his previous encounters had been much less gentle. He remembered that when he was most brutally fucked, his abusers were unable to enter him without some preparation. He told his curious master as much, hence why he was in possession of the lubricant. He gingerly inserted it into his master's waiting hole, making him instinctively jump at the intrusion; however, he immediately remembered the instructions from his slave last week and began to relax, trying to breathe steadily as his slave gently lubricated his hole. Every now and again the bigger boy would jump with jolts of discomfort, and every time his slave asked whether he still wanted to continue. Eventually the jolts became less frequent, and stopped altogether.

'Ok, I think I'm ready,' the boy said, still with his feet above his head.

'Are you sure?' Nathan asked again, to which his master only responded with an impatient look, which was soon replaced by a look of grim determination mixed with some anxiety as he felt his slave's cock at the entrance to his hole. As Nathan gently glided his cock into his master's hole, seeing his master's grimaces and hearing his grunts of pain, Nathan felt almost as though he was the one being fucked. However, as he felt his cock tightly enveloped by his master's warmth, he experienced the intense pleasure of being inside his master that he had missed so much from last week, partially because of the physical sensation, but also because he had never felt closer to his master than when they were having sex.

'I'm all in,' Nathan said after inserting his 5-inch cock balls-deep into his master.

'Cool; just let me get used to this first,' said the larger boy, sweating somewhat as he tried to familiarise himself with the intruder. He had expected his second fuck to be more pleasurable than when he gave his virginity to his slave, but although it was much more bearable than his first fuck, it was still more painful than he had anticipated. After some minutes of pause, he asked his slave to start fucking him. Cautiously, Nathan began rocking gently, only moving his cock an inch or so in and out of his master.

To both boys' surprise, the bigger boy's hole soon grew accustomed to the intruder. 'Ahh, this is actually quite nice now; fuck me harder,' the bigger boy said, and his slave happily obliged, especially since the look on his master's face had changed from one of discomfort to enjoyment, and in no time Nathan was sliding the entire length of his cock in and out of his master, something he wasn't able to do last week, and eliciting grunts not of pain, but pleasure. The room was now filled with sounds of 'ooos' and 'ahhs' of pleasure from both parties, and the unmistakable erotic sound of intercourse, as Nathan continued to assault his master's prostate.

'Ahh, ahhh… fuck, I'm having an orgasm!' The brown-haired boy announced just before he began to convulse in pleasure. This felt better than anything he had felt before, more so than any other time when his slave had played with his cock: he never knew that he could derive so much pleasure without touching his cock. He had intended to give up his virginity to his slave to feel closer to the boy, as a dedication of his affection for him, but as he felt Nathan energetically pumping his cock in and out of the now much more relaxed hole, he had the most intense dry orgasm of his life.

On Nathan's part, he was happy to see that he had stimulated his master to orgasm, and unlike last week when he tried to achieve an orgasm as soon as possible so as not to prolong his master's discomfort, (he insisted that they did not quit until Nathan had an orgasm), he ploughed on with vigour, determined to provide his master with as much pleasure as possible, savouring the feelings originating from his cock without pushing himself past the point of no return.

In ten minutes, Nathan gave his master everything he'd got, fucking his master to a second orgasm. As the third orgasm approached, he could bear his master's convulsive stimulation no longer; it was too much. 'I'm sorry, master, I'm going to cum!' Nathan said aloud.

'Oh yes! Cum inside me, Nathan!' the master squealed as he lusted after his partner's seed, miraculously avoiding sounding like an angry prostitute. Thus, the two boys experienced an orgasm together, with the bigger convulsing in a dry orgasm that was even more intense than the first two, as his body desperately tried to expel the seed that it didn't yet produce, and with the slave depositing his seed deep inside him with a long grunt of pleasure, as his master's contracting innards extracted more cum out of him than any orgasm he had had before.

'Ughhh…,' the exhausted Nathan sighed as he squirted the last of his cum inside his master.

'That was awesome!' the other sweaty and equally exhausted boy said.

As Nathan pulled his softening cock out, a little cum drooled out of the hole, an impressive load for a young boy. Having planned ahead, Nathan grabbed a towel from nearby and wiped his master's hole before cleaning his own cock.

'When am I going to be able to cum?' the older boy said with a look of sadness and envy as the much younger slave cleaned his manly mess.

'I'm sure it won't be long now, master; everyone grows up at their own pace,' the blond boy said in a vain attempt to cheer his master up. In truth, he didn't think his master would produce any significant amount of cum any time soon, considering the total absence of developmental signs. 'Besides, you can always ask your father to get you some of those drugs that kick-start puberty,' he added.

'Yer, but I don't like medicine, or cheating. I want to make my own cum,' the larger boy replied. 'Oh well, you fucking me is the best thing ever; who needs to cum?' he continued with a devious grin, before launching himself forward and embracing the smaller boy as the two once again locked in a deep embrace and explored each other's mouths. After the deep embrace, the two stayed in bed together a little longer, simply enjoying each other's company.

Later, the boys got dressed, one being much quicker than the other, as the larger boy threw on a full set of typical teenager outfit, whilst the slave only had to slip his underwear back on. After getting dressed, the pair headed downstairs. The house they resided in was massive, and the parents' room was far away from the boys' own, hence the unreserved sex, although it wouldn't surprise them in the slightest that the boys were enjoying each other's bodies: it just saved the boy from his own teenage modesty.

'Good morning Oscar, good morning Nathan; running a little late today, eh?' A thirty-something and remarkably attractive woman said to the lads.

'Morning, mom,' Oscar replied cheerfully.

'Good morning mistress Kerrington,' Nathan replied solemnly.

'Take a seat, boys, breakfast is about ready,' the woman said as she gestured towards the kitchen counter before resuming her task of making breakfast. The two boys sat down on the counter as they were told, ready to devour whatever delicacy was soon to be placed in front of them.

By now, you may have guessed that Nathan was not treated like a normal slave: not only was he loved by his master, but he was loved by the entire family. In any 'normal' home, a slave wouldn't be eating with 'its' master, nor was 'it' likely to be given human food: if it was lucky it might get some leftovers when its owner was in a particularly good mood. In fact, it would be lucky if it was fed once a day.

Of course, Nathan didn't take any of this for granted, especially since he had experienced first-hand how badly most people treated their slaves, and thus he always did as he was told and showed the utmost respect for his owners. In the back of his mind, though, the better he was treated by his owners, and how it compared to his previous treatment, the more he felt that this was a dream, or like a good dream that wouldn't last, and he would be resold to another owner.

'Where's dad?' Oscar said as he looked around for his father.

'He's gone to work. One of the partners managed to make time to come in for a meeting,' the woman said as she continued to cook.

'Again?' Oscar moaned. 'I thought we were supposed to have a weekend together,' he carried on.

'You know how it is, Oscar,' the woman replied, walking over to rub her son's back to console him. Oscar's father, being the principal owner of one of the largest businesses in the world, had often reneged on his plans with the family; however, given his responsibilities, it was still amazing how much time he managed to set aside.

As the woman continued to cook, a glass panel next to her flashed for a few seconds. Pausing her work, she switched her attention to the panel. 'Oh, your dad is bringing the partner over for dinner,' she said.

Breakfast was served shortly thereafter, and once everyone had finished, the boys disappeared to fill their day with whatever activities they had in mind, which usually just consisted of all the boyish games you could think of: computer games, sports, wrestling, etc, as the mother continued with her housework. This was another aspect where the family differed from others: in a household as wealthy as this, there would usually be several slaves doing the bidding of their masters. In this house, though, there was only one slave, who rarely had to do any chores or other household work, unlike his peers. Although he did do his fair share of work around the home to help out, it was by no means strenuous, and really no more than what you'd expect from a free boy in any other healthy home where children were given responsibilities.

Night fell, and the doorbell rang. Oscar ran to the door with his slave following closely behind him. Mum was there already, and opened the door, behind which stood 2 men. One was a tall, handsome man in his mid-30s; the other was a man considerably older, slightly overweight with a thick moustache, and definitely not as attractive.

'Dad!' Oscar yelled as he threw himself at the younger man.

'Hey!' the smiling man greeted his son. Strangely enough, the two bore little resemblance to each other.

'Welcome back, master Kerrington,' Nathan said, kneeling obediently at the door. He had been instructed not to greet the man of the house like this, of course, but he had also been told to put on his best slave behaviour when guests were present. As was customary, Nathan was unceremoniously ignored.

'Welcome home.' The woman closed in on her husband for a quick kiss.

'It's good to be back,' the man said, smiling.

'And Kevin, nice of you to come to dinner,' the woman said to the other man.

'Always wanted to come eat your food again, Karen, it smells lovely already!' Kevin replied.

'Well, you two are late; now grab a seat and I'll plate things up,' Karen said as she ushered the others to sit down, Nathan, of course, was not offered a seat at the table. Instead, as the group ate, he knelt next to his master. Ordinarily, Nathan would be eating dinner with the family at the table, but again, when guests were around, he was to behave as a slave so as not to put the family in a difficult position. This didn't bother Nathan in the slightest: he had long-since accepted his life as a slave, and this family was already treating him better than he had dared to dream.

On the other hand, it pained Oscar to see Nathan being excluded and having to behave in such a way, but for the sake of the family, he endured, and put Nathan's treatment at the back of his mind.

As expected, Karen served up a lovely dinner with a delicious dessert to boot, and the group had lots of lovely small talk whilst enjoying their meal. Once it was over, Kevin and Oscar's dad retreated to the living room, leaving Karen to do the washing up.

'You know, Karen, your little slave can do your washing, so you can join us,' Kevin said before he left the table.

'It's ok, I like doing the dishes, it's quite therapeutic,' Karen replied as she was tidying up the plates.

'To each their own, I suppose,' Kevin shrugged.

'Dad, may I be excused?' Oscar asked.

'Sure,' he replied.

'Oh, Oscar, I would love to have you join us; you're growing up to be such a fine young gentleman!' Kevin said before Oscar had a chance to leave. With such an invitation, it would be incredibly rude for Oscar to turn it down, so he reluctantly joined Kevin and his dad, although his reluctance didn't show in the slightest, as he had mastered the art of how to conduct himself. In the living room, Kevin sat by himself in an armchair, while Oscar sat with his dad on the couch, with Nathan kneeling beside him.

'I must apologise again. I'm really sorry I couldn't make our meeting earlier this week, Jared. You were probably looking forward to some time with the family for the weekend, but I completely forgot it was my boy's 18th birthday until my PA told me. Thank you again for accommodating me,' Kevin said as soon as he sat down with a glass of freshly poured whisky.

'It was no trouble; we've still managed to get our discussions out of the way, and it's important to value your time with the family,' Jared replied with a smile. In truth, the negotiations he had with Kevin today had gone more smoothly than he had anticipated, almost certainly down to his generosity postponing and then agreeing to have the meeting on a weekend. Even though working on weekends wasn't uncommon, it was the gesture of allowing a senior partner to move a meeting with no consequences that helped him. No doubt it was also difficult for Kevin to even bring up the topic of postponing the meeting.

'Indeed, it was touching to see my boy become a man, you need to treasure every moment when they're still young.

'I do,' Jared said with a broad smile whilst giving Oscar a hug. The boy smiled equally broadly.

After the exchange of pleasantries, the topic soon turned darker. 'My PA did an amazing job organising a birthday do for my son. He managed to get together a party with a nice venue and all that stuff the day after his birthday, when he got to have a nice time with all his friends and get his other presents and that, but he really pulled out all the stops for us on my son's actual birthday. You see, I mentioned to him in passing how nice it was to see my son become a man. Originally, I just planned on having some family time on his birthday to celebrate, but my PA suggested something much more special. He asked if I would like to have the chance to teach my son how to be a real man, and before Iknew it, my son got a slut from the Chidsworth estate!' Kevin recalled with excitement.

'Chidsworth estate? I thought you only remembered this week?' Jared responded, slightly puzzled.

For the uninformed, Chidsworth estate was owned by a company that was famous for providing only the highest quality slaves; however, that's not what they were best known for. Their most well-known speciality were slaves raised in an environment completely closed off to the outside world, a large-scale mock town where slaves were brought up thinking they were free. Predictably, their main business was to provide slaves of all ages to satisfy their clients' most sadistic desires, and with slaves who had been brought up not knowing they were slaves, their clients now had the opportunity to get as close to abusing a free person as they could legally get.

Some argued that it would be more thrilling abusing a free person who had recently been reclassified as a slave; however, due to a law stating that slavery status was only applied after a person was fully informed in the case where a free person was reclassified. Because everyone was well aware of the treatment slaves received, many preferred the abrupt abuse that they could inflict upon slaves from the Chidsworth estate. As they were born slaves, there was no need to inform them of their slave status, and thus, provided that one had permission from the owner, one was legally allowed to treat the slave in any way one saw fit. Chidsworth always transferred complete ownership of their slaves to the client, since it was not uncommon for a slave to become defective after being used by the client.

'Yer, waiting list is usually two months, even at premium rate you need to wait two weeks, and that's paying like 5 times the normal cost! It turns out he knows someone who works at Chidsworth, and they managed to get my son a slut in time for his birthday for basically the same price,' Kevin carried on.

'I'm sure your son had a great birthday,' Oscar interjected, his first contribution to the conversation tonight, having spent his time letting the two adults talk.

'Oh, he did!' Kevin beamed energetically 'I wasn't expecting much, but the slut arrived still in his school uniform. It was 11, and from the look of things, just started the equivalent of secondary school. Kieran was confused at first, he was already wondering why we went to some strange house on his birthday, and why a posh little schoolboy was invited; that was until I told him that I'd got him a slut from Chidsworth to play with. He's got a girlfriend at school that he usually spends his time with, and he hasn't fucked a boy slut since he was your age, but my PA and I decided that it would be better for him to get a boy rather than a girl, just to really show Kieran what being a man is about,' he went on. Oscar didn't like where the story was heading one bit, but he wasn't about interrupt Kevin.

'We decided that a girl slut, even from Chidsworth, would be hungry for cock anyway, but a boy might not have learned its place yet, and this slut was oblivious! I think it was expecting to go 'home' after school, but instead, they gave it some drugs and delivered it to one of their cottages that we were staying at,' Kevin said. 'Kieran handled it like a champ, boy's a natural; as soon as he was told we'd got him a Chidsworth slut for his present, he grabbed it and sat it on his lap. Stupid slut even tried to make a run for it! It was bawling its eyes out when Keiran was getting a good feel of what the slut had, begging him to stop and let him 'go home'. It was fucking hilarious: Kieran could have told the slut that it was going to get some cock, to calm it down, but he didn't, and decided to play it his way,' Kevin carried on.

'I left the room after that to let Kieran enjoy his present,' Kevin finished.

'It's unlike you to exercise so much restraint, Kevin,' Jared said with a quiet smile.

Kevin immediately smiled back. 'You know me well, Jared. I gave them some privacy, but I still watched how it all went down; it was my boy's birthday after all! They had cameras in the room, so I just watched from my room! It was really something. I have the tape with me; here, I'll put it on,' Kevin said as he headed over to the TV, retrieving a small device and plugging it into the TV.

The blank screen was soon replaced by a picture of a smartly dressed young man with an equally well-dressed blond boy sat on his lap. One of the man's hands was firmly gripped around the boy's shoulder, preventing his escape; the other hand was liberally rubbing the weeping boy's crotch and inner thigh. Both the boy's hands were on the assailant's assaulting hand.

'Please, stop, I want to go home,' the crying boy begged his captor.

Oscar was horrified by the sight; he hadn't expected the evening to turn out like this, and as much as he tried, he looked visibly uneasy.

'Getting excited are we, Oscar? You should get your dad to get you a Chidsworth slut for your birthday; it's soon, isn't it? He can certainly afford it!' Kevin said, misinterpreting Oscar's unease as arousal. Oscar could only respond with a weak smile.

'Kevin, how long is the clip?' Jared asked, making a hand gesture that caused the video to stop.

'Just under 4 hours, why?' Kevin responded.

'You see, it's Oscar's bedtime soon, and once we start, Oscar will want to watch the whole thing, so perhaps it would be better if we save a copy of this for him to watch later.' Jared replied.

'Oh, Jared, the boy's on holiday; let him enjoy it!' Kevin said.

Sensing his dad's intention, Oscar played along 'Please dad, just tonight.' Oscar begged.

'I'm afraid I must decline, Kevin. You know I like to keep my word; it's Oscar's bedtime soon, and that's the end of it, and Oscar, I expect you to know better too. You can watch this another time. Now go get ready for bed,' Jared said in a stern tone.

Breathing a sigh of relief disguised as defeat, Oscar got up. Ordinarily, of course, if Oscar had a good reason to stay up, his father usually permitted it, but he was glad that his father had provided him with a way out of watching what was sure to be a horrific video.

'Well, I'm sorry you can't join us, son. I'm sure we'll meet again,' Kevin said to Oscar. He then went over to Nathan. 'Well, slut, it's your lucky night; your master is all hot and bothered now, I'm guessing your pussy is going to get a right pounding tonight. Maybe you can even try pretending you're not such a cock-hungry whore and do a bit of role-play,' Kevin said, amused by his own statement.

'I'm always honoured by Master Oscar's company. I will do whatever he wishes to please him,' Nathan said submissively.

With that, Oscar and Nathan left the room and headed upstairs. They could hear the video resume, and once again the sobbing boy could be heard.

Once up the stairs, Oscar stopped. 'Nathan, you never told me what life was like before you came here.' Oscar asked, still under the effect of what little truth he witnessed.

'I don't think you'd want to know, master,' Nathan said, head hung low. The video, despite the fact that he only saw a small part of it, was a solemn reminder of how people treated slaves on a daily basis.

'I know you were treated bad, and I've seen and heard stuff, but…' Oscar said, his eyes watering as visions of how Nathan might have been treated intruded into his mind.

'We're just property, Master; don't be sad,' Nathan said, fighting hard to hold back his own tears.

'No, Nathan, I love you. I won't ever let anything happen to you,' Oscar said firmly.

'Thank you, Master.' Nathan said with a weak smile. He couldn't believe his ears: he had loved Oscar for a long time, ever since Oscar showed that he truly cared for him and treated him like an equal, but he didn't dare think that his Master actually loved him back. Despite everything that Oscar had done and continued to do for him, he had convinced himself that Oscar was just an extraordinarily kind person. Hearing those words made him feel fluttery and elated. 'I… I love you too,' Nathan continued, not certain that it was a slave's place to say it loved its Master.

Just as they declared their love, their conversation was rudely interrupted by the blood-curdling scream of a young boy coming from downstairs. Unbeknownst to the pair, Kieran's torture of his birthday present had begun as he beat the precious jewels of the boy who refused to suck his cock.

Both Oscar and Nathan were startled by the sudden noise, and they instinctively went into each other for a hug. 'Let's go; I don't even want to hear this,' Oscar said as the pair moved on, with Oscar holding Nathan in a tight embrace.

Chapter 3
Lewis and Kyle

'Wakey wakey, Lewis, how long do you want to stay in bed for?' Kyle said, switching on the lights as he entered Lewis' room.

'It's the holiday, I just want to stay in bed a bit longer,' Lewis complained to Kyle, who roamed into his room, proudly displaying his boxer shorts as the hallmark that he was now a 'big boy'.

'Well, I have friends coming over later, and I want everything to be ready when they're here,' Kyle explained. 'Did you manage to keep your nappy dry like a good little boy or did you have an accident?' he went on to ask.

'I had an accident, sir,' Lewis said, somewhat embarrassed, not because he had woken up wet again, he didn't remember ever having a dry night, so the question was pointless other than allowing the younger boy to assert his superiority, but admitting to a 9-year-old that you 'had an accident' was hard to swallow.

'Well, good thing I put you in your nappy then, isn't it? Come on, let's clean you up,' Kyle said with an amused smile as he nonchalantly pulled Lewis' covers back, exposing Lewis' well saturated cartoon-printed nappy. This was followed by a scene of a 9-year-old man-handling a teenager, moving Lewis closer to the edge of the bed, then ripping the tapes off the nappy. After exposing Lewis' cock and balls, Kyle took a baby wipe and cleaned Lewis thoroughly, once again causing the older boy to sport a full hard-on over 2 inches [5cm] in length. After Kyle was satisfied that Lewis was adequately clean, he removed the nappy, folded it up, and disposed of it in the nearby nappy bin.

'All clean; ok, now get on your back and spread your legs,' Kyle further instructed. Naturally, Lewis knew this only meant one thing. 'But I didn't do anything, sir,' he complained foolishly, an action he regretted almost immediately, since he knew it would make no difference to the outcome: if anything, complaining only ever made things worse.

'What did you say, Lewis?' Kyle said, clearly annoyed.

'I.. I just meant that I haven't been naughty, sir,' Lewis attempted to explain himself.

'Well, I think a little boy not doing as he's told is being pretty naughty, don't you?' Kyle scolded. Lewis hung his head in shame, angry, not at Kyle but at himself for having spoken so rashly. He had yet to get used to receiving orders from the small boy.

'I let you have a dry orgasm yesterday for being a good little boy, and now you're talking back to me. I obviously need to show you who's in charge,' Kyle said, relishing his new-found authority. 'Ben already told me a lot about how to keep disobedient little boys like you on good behavior. We both know what you should have done, so let's try that again. On your back and spread your legs,' Kyle instructed again.

This time, Lewis obeyed without delay, quickly lying on his back, pulling his legs higher and spreading his legs, exposing a delicious pink hole. 'Please can you fuck me, sir?' he asked politely.

'That's better,' Kyle said as he dropped his boxer shorts, revealing the hard 3.5" [9cm] cocklet that he was about to penetrate Lewis with. He then retrieved a tub of lubricant from Lewis' bed stand. After liberally applying it over his hard little rod, he positioned himself over Lewis and took aim. In one swift thrust of his hips Kyle buried the entire length inside the older boy.

Used to much bigger cocks than Kyle's, Lewis didn't even flinch when Kyle inserted his. Looking blankly at the ceiling, he waited for the humiliating ordeal of being fucked by a 9-year-old to be over as soon as possible, but he was again mistaken. After inserting his cock into the soft warm hole, Kyle noticed that Lewis was looking away. He knew this wasn't how it was supposed to go.

'Lewis, you know you're supposed to be looking at me when I'm fucking you,' Kyle said as he moved Lewis' face so that it was now directly facing him. 'You need to learn who your seniors are; you might be a few years older than me, but you're still a little boy, and little boys need to obey their seniors,' Kyle said seriously.

'This is all for your own good, just like Ben said yesterday; we know how naughty you can be, so I need to remind you that I'm your senior,' Kyle said with a grin as he began to move his cocklet back and forth. The pleasure was already immense; physically, it wasn't really any better than when Lewis sucked his cock last night, but the absolute submission of Lewis, and the immense feeling of power, multiplied the pleasure immeasurably: there he was, finally mounting his older little brother, completely dominating him.

'Yes, sir,' Lewis said, knowing that there was nothing left to do except to accept Kyle as his senior, difficult as it might be.

As Kyle's pleasures built, the pace of his fucking hastened, and he was breathing heavier and heavier, with a sheen of sweat covering his body. 'Ahh, yea, this is really good,' Kyle grunted as he fucked Lewis with vigour: he was moving his cocklet as fast as he could, pounding Lewis' hole with everything he had. Little did he know that Lewis, having frequently been fucked, had learned tricks to bring about the end of his humiliation sooner rather than later, and that it was actually his flexing of anal muscles that was bringing him so much pleasure.

'Ahhh, ahahhh ahhhhhh,' Kyle moaned after going past the apex of pleasure, finally slowing down his strokes and depositing his juice as deeply inside the older boy as he could.

'Thank you for fucking me to teach me to be a good little boy, sir. I really needed you to remind me that you're a big boy now and I need to do as you say because I'm only a little boy. I will try not to disobey you in the future, sir,' Lewis said as Kyle withdrew his cock. His gut wrenched with shame as he spoke those words, but he knew he was already in trouble, so it was in his best interest to do everything he could to avoid punishment.

'Right, I should spank you for disobeying me, but I know you are still learning that I'm in charge, so I will let you off just this once. I still expect you to be a good little boy and do as you're told; if you don't there will be consequences,' Kyle said as he cleaned himself, feeling particularly generous after his sexual high, not to mention he was surprised and very pleased by Lewis' submissive behaviour.

Kyle went over to the dresser and retrieved a pair of underwear for Lewis. 'Here, you can wear this today,' Kyle said as he handed it over to Lewis, who got up and pulled the pair of briefs up. Like the rest of his collection of underwear, this was thoroughly childish and vibrantly coloured, 'Thomas The Tank Engine' themed underwear, with a red front, where a big picture of Thomas sat, a blue seat, and finished with a blue elastic waistband with 'Thomas' printed on it. The childish underwear hugged Lewis' figure tightly and didn't leave a lot to the imagination, not that there was much to be imagined in the first place.

'Don't bother looking for other clothes; you'll just be in you little boy's undies. You need the reminder that you're only a little boy.' Kyle stopped Lewis as he was making his way to the dresser to pick the rest of his outfit for the day.

Lewis gave up without a fight, even though he knew full well that it meant Kyle's friends would be seeing him in this stupid underwear. Truth be told, he wasn't that bothered about wearing childish underwear, after all, he'd been wearing it for years; what always made him jealous, though, was the fact that when Kyle too was a 'little boy' like himself, even though they were both wearing briefs, in the last few years Kyle only ever wore plain briefs, black, grey, or navy, with no designs whatsoever, whereas he had been subjected to briefs containing all colours of the rainbow, with every design imaginable.

With that, Kyle finally left Lewis alone, leaving to get dressed himself. Lewis, on the other hand, went about his usual daily routine of writing his diary, documenting every shameful event since the last entry, as his meagre outlet. When he was done, he went downstairs in his childish undies and socks.

In the kitchen, Ben, Kyle, and Luke were already enjoying their breakfast.

'Good morning, Lewis, Kyle told me you gave him some problems this morning,' Ben remarked as Lewis was getting his own cereal breakfast. 'Yes, sir; I'm still learning that Kyle's a big boy now, and I need to obey him,' Lewis said without much enthusiasm. 'I remember you had the same problem with me when I started looking after you. Took a while for you to start minding me properly. You'll get used to it,' Ben said with a smirk as he ruffled Lewis's brown hair as though he was talking to a small child, reminiscing back to the times when he first gained complete authority over Lewis, and how much pleasure he had derived from it since. 'Kyle's friends are coming over later, so you need to be on you best behaviour; you don't want to embarrass Kyle in front of his friends, do you?'

'No, sir, I'll behave.'

'Well, if you guys need me later, I'll be in my room.' The 15-year-old spoke. 'It's the first time mum and dad have left me in charge of the house, and I don't want any shenanigans.'

'Don't worry, Luke, I'll make sure Lewis behaves,' Kyle said, even more cheerful than usual; then again, with the plans he had in mind, of course he was happy.

Not long thereafter, the three boys finished their breakfast and went to the living room to entertain themselves with Kyle's new game that he'd received for his birthday. As they amused themselves with the game, with Ben and Kyle sat on the couch and Lewis sat cross-legged on the floor, Lewis again proved himself to be particularly adept at it by regularly beating the other two.

Then the doorbell rang. Kyle quickly abandoned the game, which suited him well enough as he wasn't winning anyway, and opened the door. There he was greeted by his two best friends: not being particularly interested in having a big celebration, he'd simply invited his two best friends to enjoy the gifts he'd received. Both boys were 8; one of the boys was a couple of inches shorter than Kyle, and the other was even taller than Kyle, who was already big for his age at nearly 4'5" [133cm]. This boy could probably have passed for a boy a year or two older.

'Hey, Reece,' Kyle said as he fist-bumped the taller boy, who had his blond hair cut in a rather old-fashioned bowl cut over his delicate features, standing tall and skinny. 'Tom,' he said as he then acknowledged the smaller boy with a nod and another fist bump. Tom had short blond hair that had been meticulously styled, though like his friends he had little body fat: you could see that his clothes hid a lean and rather muscular frame, giving him an oddly masculine boyish charm.

Greetings over, they promptly went to the living room to see what new toys awaited them. 'Been a naughty boy again, Lewis?' Tom asked mockingly as he entered the room and saw that Lewis was only in his colourfully childish Thomas undies and socks.

'Yer, he didn't do as he was told this morning,' Kyle said, happy to explain what happened.

'He has to listen to you too now?' Reece asked with one eyebrow raised.

'Yup, dad asked me to help look after Lewis and make sure he's a good little boy,' Kyle said cheerfully.

'Awesome!' Reece said, smiling widely and giving Kyle a pat on his back.

'Aren't you going to say hi to our guests, Lewis?' Ben said as he stood up. 'All right, lads?' He then nodded at the boys with a smile.

'Ben,' the boys said almost simultaneously, returning an acknowledging nod.

'Hey Tom, hey Reece,' Lewis followed meekly.

'You know, Kyle, since Lewis had been quite naughty, why don't you tell Lewis to greet Tom and Reece properly?' Ben went on to ask his younger brother, to Lewis' dismay.

'What would he need to do?' Kyle asked, intrigued, knowing that his brother was always full of good ideas.

'Why don't you tell Lewis and see? I don't have to do this very often, because Lewis is usually a good enough little boy with me. Just tell him to show Reece and Tom how a good respectful little boy should behave, and see,' Ben explained vaguely, not wanting to ruin the surprise. 'You two just take a seat here.' He then gestured the two boys to the couch. They walked over to the couch and sat down, as intrigued as Kyle. Ben himself then relaxed on the couch's arm.

'Ok, Lewis, I have some good friends here, and I want you to show them how a good respectful little boy should behave,' Kyle told Lewis, not entirely sure what the instruction would lead to. Lewis pulled a not so subtle face when he heard the instruction, because this was not how he wanted to spend his holiday. That angered Kyle slightly, but as he wanted to see what would follow more than to punish Lewis straight away, he ignored it.

With Reece and Tom now safely sat on the couch, Lewis moved slightly over to Reece. 'Please may I suck your cock, Reece?' Lewis said, not very enthusiastically.

'Ha, what? You want to suck my cock?' Reece asked, not believing his ears.

'It's another way we teach him to be a good little boy,' Ben explained, also amused at the sight of the teen asking for permission to suck another little boy's cock.

'He sucked my cock last night, I fucked him this morning too; we're working hard to help him learn to be a good little boy,' Kyle joined in, laughing as he too was amused by Lewis asking to suck his friend.

'I've never had to do that!' Reece exclaimed.

'You're probably a well-behaved boy at home,' Ben said, 'whereas Lewis here doesn't always do as he's told and forgets to listen quite a lot, so we have to do things like this to make sure he remembers to do as he's told and behave. Do you want him to suck your willy or not?' Ben said, eager to see Lewis humiliated, not that he wasn't already.

'Sure, if it means helping Lewis,' Reece said with a wink. 'You may suck my cock, Lewis,' he carried on.

With permission granted, Lewis moved to remove Reece's jeans, undoing the zip and pulling it down, revealing a stylish pair of patterned boxer briefs. Without hesitation, Lewis carried on to pull down Reece's underwear. He bucked his hips to aid its descent, revealing a hard little 3" [7.5cm] boner. Lewis leaned forward and nonchalantly took the raging hard-on into his mouth. He couldn't wait for this to be over.

'There's no rush, Lewis, you need to show Reece that you're a good little boy properly,' Kyle said, sensing that Lewis was trying to shorten the ordeal, when he himself wanted quite the opposite. Lewis was annoyed, but did as he was told nonetheless. 'Yes sir,' he answered as he slowed down, licking Reece's ball sack and shaft. This was more difficult than he thought: trying to suck cock like a slut is tough when you have so little to work with, but he did his best anyway. It might have been tough, but if you were to ask Reece for an opinion, he would have given Lewis top marks, at least, he would have if he could manage to utter a coherent sentence amidst his ooos and ahhhs of pleasure.

Minutes felt like seconds to the audience as they enjoyed the hilarity of a teenager kneeling in front of an 8-year-old and sucking him off. On the other hand, Reece experienced amazing rises and falls of pleasure. Lewis pleasured him more than he thought was possible: several times now he'd thought he was ready to cum, but just before he passed the point of no return, the older boy would unconsciously control his pace and bring Reece back down from his high. Unconsciously, his body had associated providing maximum pleasure in return for minimum punishment, and thus as Lewis let his experience guide him, he provided Reece with the most mind-blowing, or rather, cock-blowing experience of his young life.

As Lewis sucked on, Reece could bear the agonising pleasure no longer. His hands moved as though they had a mind of their own, and pressed Lewis' head down onto his cockle. His body no longer desired its balls or shaft to be licked: it wanted an explosive orgasm, right now. Reece's moaning became more audible, and his hands manipulated Lewis' head up and down; his legs stretched, his body tensed, suddenly a loud gasp escaped him as the throes of orgasm hit, and Reece bucked and spasmed with the most intense dry orgasm he could remember, all the while with Lewis swirling his tongue on the crown of Reece's pulsating cocklet, intensifying Reece's pleasure.

'Haaa, hhaaaaa, haaaa,' Reece breathed as his bucking and spasming began to cease, coming down from his high. 'Holy fuck, that was an amazing blowjob,' Reece said as he released his grip on the older boy's head.

'Thank you for letting me suck your cock to show you that I'm a good little boy, Reece,' Lewis said after he was freed, as he looked up at the young boy whose cock he had just sucked. He was a little surprised to learn that Reece was only capable of a dry orgasm like himself, and it was pleasant to be reminded that not everyone was a well-endowed early bloomer, although the fact remained that even the 8-year-old possessed a bigger cock than him.

'You're welcome; you're a very good little boy.' Reece said, still taking deep breaths as his body recovered. He ruffled through Lewis' hair as though he was petting a cute little dog, then looked puzzled. 'Kyle, you said he sucked you last night?' Reece asked, with his jeans and boxers still around his knees.

'Yer,' Kyle answered simply.

'I'm guessing he sucks your cock too, you know, to help him be a good little boy,' Reece then turned around to ask Ben, who nodded in response, not sure what to make of Reece's questions. Lewis was annoyed that Reece continued to refer to him as a little boy, seeing as Reece wasn't exactly a 'big boy' himself, neither well-endowed nor capable of achieving a wet orgasm.

'So what happens when you guys cum?' Reece asked.

The question was immediately followed by bemused laughter from Ben and Kyle. 'He swallows, of course, like a good little boy should,' Ben explained.

'Ewwwww!' Reece and Tom responded, pulling disgusted faces. 'What a loser!' Reece added.

'It's all for his own good; besides, he loves cum: when I came in his mouth last night he begged me to let him swallow,' Ben went on.

'Yer, and he thanks us for cumming in his mouth,' Kyle followed, laughing, as the scene of Lewis kneeling in front of his brother in a nappy with a mouthful of cum as he begged to swallow cum flowed back into his mind.

'Now, Lewis, you weren't going to forget our other guest, were you?' Ben asked. He almost seemed polite.

Wanting his humiliation to be over, or at least the worst part of it, Lewis quickly pulled Reece's boxer briefs and jeans back up, thanked him again, and shuffled across to Tom, who was sitting next to Reece.

'Please may I suck your cock, Tom?' he asked, knowing the answer.

'Err… I guess,' Tom responded, less enthusiastically than he had expected. Nonetheless, he carried on and removed Tom's tracksuit bottoms, revealing a pair of boxer shorts. Peeling those back revealed 2 flaccid inches of handsome little cock.

Without further ado, Lewis descended onto Tom's cock, sucking it with vigour, bringing it to full attention inside his mouth until, as far as Lewis could tell, it was the same size as Reece's, maybe very slightly bigger. Tom remained remarkably quiet no matter how hard Lewis worked his dick, unlike every other boy Lewis had ever sucked, who almost always moaned with pleasure as they felt Lewis' warm moist mouth encircle their dicks.

This went on for a few minutes until Tom eventually pushed Lewis off his still hard cocklet. 'That'll do,' Tom said as he pulled his boxer shorts and tracksuit bottoms up from his knees.

Lewis looked up quizzically: never had a boy told him to stop without climaxing.

'Awww, Tom, he's a great cock-sucker; let him do it a bit longer, I'm sure you'll have an orgasm!' Reece said to his friend.

'Is Lewis not being a good little boy, Tom?' Ben asked.

'Nahh, it's not that, Tom hasn't started wanking yet; I don't think he's that bothered,' Kyle explained to his brother.

'Well, that's a shame; are you sure you don't want Lewis to suck you some more; who knows, you might have your first orgasm,' Ben asked the boy.

'No, I'm all right; let's do something else,' Tom said, surprisingly indifferent. At this point he thought of sex more as a funny thing rather than a pleasurable thing, and being rather thick-skinned, he didn't mind the occasional teasing from his friends. His friends knew full well that if they went too far with the teasing, they would have a fearless and surprisingly strong boy to contend with: even when Tom was picked on by older boys, the small boy would go berserk and make sure that he dealt enough damage in return that the older boys would think twice before picking on him again.

Hearing that, Lewis got to his feet, eager to get a glass of water to clean his mouth of the taste of boy cock.

'Not so quick, Lewis,' Ben said.

Lewis stopped immediately.

'I don't want you forgetting that I'm your senior too. Come and kneel here,' Ben ordered, pointing at the floor in front of him.

Lewis did as he was told and knelt, and without having to be asked again, he said, 'Please may I suck your cock, sir?' as he looked up at his tormentor. 'Yes you may.' After that, Lewis pulled down Ben's jeans and boxer briefs to reveal his other tormentor, 5.5 inches [14cm] of rock-hard boy meat, although calling it boy meat seemed a little unfair, since the size wouldn't look too out of place on a grown man.

Lewis took the cock into his mouth, masterfully manipulating it for optimum pleasure, but before long he could feel Ben placing his hands on his head, guiding his mouth up and down the length of the boner. Ben was tempted to amuse the audience by making Lewis look like a little cock slut, but Lewis had already done that earlier, and his body ached for release after witnessing Lewis' humiliation. Thus Ben took an almost stoic approach to Lewis' sucking, staying as composed and matter of fact as he could as he face-fucked Lewis, with the only sound escaping his mouth being occasional low grunts.

With orgasm approaching, Ben briefly contemplated various methods of humiliating Lewis further in front of his young audience, but once more his body disobeyed him, and he pushed on Lewis' head as his previously smooth hip movements came to a sudden stop, until he sank the full length of his cock into the older teenaged boy, nose in pubes. So instead he chose to continue his stoic composure, which would still impress the boys, especially Reece, who involuntarily bucked and spasmed and stretched to his tiptoes as he had a dry orgasm.

'I'm going to cum, Lewis; try not to spill any, and show the boys what a good little boy you are,' Ben muttered, soon followed by a series of low grunts as spurts of cum rushed down his cock. Lewis struggled to swallow the incoming milk with his mouth fully plugged. Despite his experience, with a mouth so full swallowing was naturally very difficult, having to time it perfectly with each squirt and make sure that he swallowed the entire offering every time, as there was no free space in his mouth to accommodate unswallowed cum, and any mishap would have resulted in spillage. Alas, he managed to do as he was told, and as the squirting eased not a single drop was spilt as Ben's grunting began to cease and the volume of cum diminished. There was an advantage to swallowing cum in this manner: he didn't have to taste the acrid fluid in his mouth, at least, not as much.

'Good boy,.' Ben said, smiling, as he rubbed Lewis' head. Lewis released the softening cock out of his mouth. 'Thank you for letting me suck your cock and swallow your cum to teach me to be a good little boy, sir,' he said, sounding grateful. 'You're welcome,' Ben said again as Lewis helped him put his boxer briefs and trousers back on.

'Wow, he really swallowed,' Reece said, amazed. Kyle was smiling; if only they had seen what his hero of a brother did to Lewis last night. 'Like I said, as a good little boy should,' Ben said as he ruffled Lewis' brown hair again. After Ben released Lewis from his service, Lewis finally had the chance to get that drink of water.

By the time Lewis returned from the kitchen, the boys were playing video games on the couch as though nothing had happened. He quietly joined them on the floor, watching the boys slaughter each other on screen, shouting and laughing. A while later, the boys had had enough of playing video games, not least because once again Lewis was beating them almost all the time, regaining some of his lost dignity. They watched some typically childish TV show, although during the viewing they mostly just talked about what they've been doing during the holiday, and Kyle went into great detail about how he defeated his parents at least a dozen times on his birthday, until eventually there was nothing left to talk about.

'Let's play Charades!' Tom suggested to the group as the conversations died. The scene that ensued was an amusing one of boys acting out different scenes of popular movies, although they didn't have the card game at hand, so they improvised by having one boy tell another what movie to act out, and the rest had to guess. This time Lewis was given unspoken permission to join the others on the couch. Ben did his best spy impression, Tom and Reece worked together to re-enact a scene from an infamous romance film, although when it came to the kiss scene they just gave each other a big hug and 'kissed' each other with ample space between their faces, obviously because to actually kiss would be 'gay'.

It was Kyle's best impression of a fearsome dinosaur that featured in some movie that Lewis gave him that finally got to Lewis, sitting on the couch with his knees up on his chest as he fiddled with his toes through his colourful patterned socks, and he laughed hysterically at Kyle's acting. Sitting in this position also accentuated the small bulge behind Thomas, squeezing his small sack and cock together to make a more prominent little lump in the skin-tight briefs.

After several rounds of the game, the boys discussed the merits of each other's acting at length. It was only when Tom's stomach growled for attention that the discussion began to die.

'Shit, it's almost 3 o'clock,' Reece said.

'Yer, and Luke came down and ate without us,' Kyle commented. The eldest boy in the house had come downstairs for some lunch and watched TV, interacting with the boys a little and laughing with them as they recounted their games, before greeting his girlfriend at the door and retreating back upstairs.

'I'm really hungry; can we make something to eat?' Tom said as his stomach growled again.

'Let's make something to eat,' Lewis joined in. He was sitting on the floor again, as there wasn't enough space for 5 boys on the couch, at least not according to Ben and Kyle, who said it would be too tight a squeeze, and they wanted to sit comfortably.

Course of action decided, the boys headed to the kitchen to make a late lunch, choosing random ingredients. Only Lewis and Ben had any idea what or how to cook, so they delegated various tasks to the younger ones: wash this, chop that, get me the… the boys worked together cheerfully, but boys being boys, by the time lunch was cooking in the pot, the kitchen was a mess, unlike Luke's earlier session, which was clean, quick, and efficient. Nonetheless, the boys enjoyed their concoction. It didn't turn out too bad taste-wise, but it wasn't the most attractive of dishes, looking like a lumpy brownish mess with bits of green, served with some rice. They had also made enough for dinner, saving them the trouble of having to cook again.

When everyone had eaten, they worked together to clean up their mess, leaving the kitchen almost as tidy as before they used it, and returned to the living room to battle each other once more.

'Go take the rubbish out, Lewis,' Kyle said to Lewis casually before the game began.

'It's your turn to take the rubbish out, Kyle,' Lewis complained.

'What?' Kyle said sharply, instantly angered.

Realising his mistake, Lewis tried to salvage the situation. 'I mean… it's your turn, sir,' a scared Lewis mumbled.

'That's not the point, little boys do as they're told!' Kyle scolded the boy.

'Fine, I'll do it,' Lewis said scornfully.

'What?!' Kyle shouted even more angrily. 'This is it, you're getting a spanking!'

'Wait; I'm sorry sir, I'll take the rubbish out now, sir!' Lewis realised his mistake and begged for forgiveness.

'It's too late now; first you didn't do as you're told, then you didn't address me properly, and now you have an attitude? You're getting spanked so I can teach you a lesson, and that's the end of it!' Kyle bellowed.

'Please sir, I'll take the rubbish out now,' Lewis begged again.

'Get the paddle; I'll be in the living room,' Kyle said a little more calmly.

'A paddle, sir? But I said sorry, sir!' Lewis panicked and responded louder than he should have; in fact, he shouldn't have talked back at all, but the injustice of his predicament stopped him from thinking properly.

'No, naughty little boys need to be spanked, and you've been naughty all day. Go and get the paddle, unless you'd prefer the belt?!' Kyle said as he glared into Lewis' eyes.

Lewis looked away submissively. 'I'll get the paddle, sir,' Lewis said. Matters settled, Lewis went to fetch his spanking 'paddle', which was just a wooden spatula from the kitchen. Kyle made his way past his stunned friends and a rather impressed Ben to the living room, angrily plonking himself down on the couch with a loud thump.

Moments later Lewis joined Kyle in the living room, where the others were already standing around the wall waiting for the show to begin. Quietly, Lewis knelt in front of Kyle, with the 'paddle' resting on his hands as though he was making an offering to the gods. 'Please can you spank me for being a naughty little boy, sir,' Lewis said, already scared of what would come.

'Do you know why you are getting spanked?' Kyle asked sternly.

'Because I've been a naughty little boy and didn't obey you, sir,' Lewis replied.

'Do you think you deserve to be spanked?' Kyle asked again.

'Yes, sir,' Lewis replied simply.

'Stand up.' Kyle ordered stoically as he picked the padded up from Lewis' offering hands. Needless to say, Lewis did as Kyle ordered immediately, and stood up in front of the smaller boy, instinctively bringing his shoulders in to make himself appear smaller. Kyle roughly yanked the childish colourful briefs that were Lewis' only meagre covering down to his ankles, then pulled Lewis over his knees. Lewis who propped his skinny boy bottom up, offering it for his younger senior to spank. Once Lewis was in place, Kyle pulled the arm with the paddle in hand back and swung it down with all the strength he could conjure, hitting Lewis' bottom square in the middle.

'Owwwww,' Lewis squealed as his body convulsed in pain immediately upon contact. This was only the beginning, the first strike of many. Somehow Kyle timed the pauses with expert precision, letting Lewis recover somewhat before delivering another painful blow. He was lost in an ocean of euphoria, experiencing pleasure starkly different from having the older boy suck him or even fucking him, looking down at Lewis, who was now bawling like an infant. His eyes were glazed, overwhelmed by the immense power he felt in subduing a boy nearly 5 years older.

Ben recognised the signs and experienced his younger brother's joy vicariously, sharing the sadistic pleasure of having absolute authority over another person, understanding it completely, longing for the opportunity when he would next treat Lewis in such a manner. The others simply giggled at the sight of a teenager acting like a little baby, affirming their impression that despite being a much older teenager, Lewis was a pathetic little wimp.

'Please sir, I'm… owww!!! sorry, please, I promise I'll be a good little boy… owwww!!!!!! sir, I will do as I'm told, sir!' Lewis pleaded between spanks.

'No, Lewis, you're only saying sorry because it hurts. Naughty little boys like you need to learn their lesson,' Kyle replied without a hint of mercy, immediately followed by another hard spank, and a wail of pain from Lewis. A few more spanks later, Lewis could bear it no longer, and his hands went to protect his flaming rear end, attempting to provide some cover. This was not well received by Kyle, who immediately moved his free hand, grabbed Lewis' hands, and moved them back over his legs.

'You just earned yourself more spanking!' Kyle said angrily. Of course, there was no telling how many spanks Lewis was to receive, there never was: the length of Lewis' punishment had always been at the whim of the punisher. It took all the restraint Lewis could muster to keep his hands away, although if he really wanted to fight the punishment he could easily have fought Kyle off, being much bigger and stronger. Even Ben couldn't have held him down if it came down to it, but the potential repercussions meant that Lewis never dared commit such an act of retaliation.

About 10 more strikes later, the sound of beaten flesh and painful wails ceased, and the only audible sound was Lewis' sobbing. Kyle then pulled Lewis up, admiring the effects of his punishment on the red face flooded with tears and snot, thoroughly satisfied with his work. On Lewis' part, he could have kept a little more dignity if he wanted to. It was painful, sure, but he could probably have managed with less wailing However, if he had tried to cling on to any of his dignity, the punishment would no doubt have gone on for longer, since Kyle almost definitely wouldn't have stopped until Lewis was completely broken. Lewis knew that the goal was as much about humiliating him as teaching him a lesson, if not more so, and thus he allowed himself to be consumed by the pain and humiliation as soon as possible, to minimise his punishment.

'Have you learned your lesson?' Kyle asked calmly, almost sounding kind.

'Yes sir.' the teenager replied.

'Come here,' Kyle then said as he opened his arms, concluding the punishment with the customary hug, accompanied by a fresh round of tears from Lewis. 'I do this because I care about you and love you; I want you to be a good little boy,' the cruel little boy said.

'Thank you for teaching me to be a good little boy, sir. I promise I won't do it again,' Lewis muttered through his tears.

'We both know it's going to happen again, but when you slip up I will be here to help you,' Kyle said affectionately, but with about as much substance as empty space.

When it all finished, Kyle leaned over and pulled Lewis' briefs back up from his ankles, allowing Thomas to cover Lewis' immature little cock and balls. 'Now go take the rubbish out,' Kyle ordered once more.

'Yes sir.' Lewis replied weakly, and collected the bins and rubbish. He didn't even bother asking if he was allowed to put some clothes on before venturing outside, already knowing the likely answer, but more importantly, he really wanted to stay on the good side of Kyle. He made his trip as short as possible, quickly dumping the rubbish, although with it being the holidays, a few kids were playing outside and saw Lewis come out, but none of them bothered teasing Lewis, since it was common knowledge that the neighbourhood wimp 'favoured' colourful cartoon-printed childish briefs, as opposed to the 'cooler' boxer shorts or even more dignified plain or simple patterned briefs, not to mention this wasn't the first time Lewis had had to venture outside so scantily dressed.

Once back in, everyone acted as though nothing out of the ordinary happened, and Lewis was oblivious to the fact that fierce discussions between the boys happened in his short absence, when Ben commended his little brother on how well he handled Lewis' disobedience, and the younger boys said how 'awesome' Kyle looked as he spanked the naughty little boy. When Lewis returned, it was announced that the group had decided that a small game of football was in order, and they headed out to play. Lewis gingerly declared that he wasn't really in the mood for football, somewhat afraid that Ben or Kyle would say he should be more attentive to the guests' wishes. Fortunately, he was graciously allowed to abstain from the game, mostly because it would be hard to draw teams with 5 people.

The rest of the afternoon and early evening was uneventful. Lewis was in no mood to play with the others, nor was his company missed as they decided that Lewis had outlived his entertainment value for the time being, and amused themselves with other things.

Even the maintenance spanking after dinner was a pretty low-key affair. There was the usual sequence of events as Lewis asked Kyle to give him a maintenance spanking, although the dialogue involved was a little different given Lewis' earlier mishap. Reece and Tom enjoyed the display as Lewis was once again subjected to the humiliation of being spanked by Kyle, although he was thankful that the maintenance spanking was even gentler than normal, as Kyle knew, correctly, that Lewis was still feeling the sting from his earlier, harsher, spanking. He was also appeased by Lewis' initiative, when he asked Ben who would be delivering his maintenance spanking tonight straight after dinner, without prompting.

Ben was somewhat reluctant to pass on the responsibility to Kyle, as he too enjoyed having the older boy humiliate himself by asking for a spanking to help him learn to be a 'good little boy', but felt it was important for his younger brother to assert his dominance, and was proud of how well Kyle was showing Lewis that he was his superior.

After the maintenance spanking was delivered, another highlight of the sleepover was presented to Tom and Reece's awe: a newly released film that, with lasers, spaceships, and scary aliens among many other clichés, was all the craze among the young. Even Luke made his way downstairs with his girlfriend to join the others for the film.

After an explosive end to the film, everyone was ready for bed, and took turns having showers. As per his routine, Lewis finished his shower and returned to his room as naked as the day he was born. To his surprise, waiting in his room with Kyle and Ben were Tom and Reece, all of whom were in there respective night dress, with Ben topless in his sleeping bottoms, Kyle in his boxer shorts, Reece dressed likewise, and Tom the only person actually in pyjamas. Unbeknownst to Lewis, Reece had asked Kyle if he could watch Lewis being put in a nappy.

Reece already knew that Lewis still wet the bed, it was hardly a secret, in fact one could say that Lewis' reputation as a bedwetter preceded him, but despite many sleepovers, he had yet to actually see Lewis in nappy, since Lewis was always keen not to show his face after getting ready for bed, and always waited in his room until Ben had changed him out of his nappy before venturing out in the morning when the young guests were present.

This time, however, Kyle had been put in charge of putting Lewis in his nappy, and Reece felt comfortable enough to ask his friend to let him watch> In all likelihood, though, if he had asked Ben before Kyle assumed this responsibility, Ben would have only been too happy to embarrass Lewis in front of a different audience. Tom on the other hand was indifferent towards Lewis's embarrassing little non-secret, but he figured he would prefer being with his friends than alone, so he joined the others in witnessing Lewis being put in nappy for the first time.

'Hey, Lewis, Reece and Tom wanted to see how I help you with your bedwetting by putting you in a nappy.' Kyle explained the obvious with a grin.

'Before that, though, you've been a really naughty little boy today, Lewis.' Ben butted in with a tone of disapproval. 'I'm really disappointed, especially after I told you to be on your best behaviour just this morning,' he continued accusingly. 'Is this the best you can do?' he asked finally.

'No sir,' an apologetic Lewis responded.

'I hope not. I think you need a good reminder that you're a little boy who needs to do as he's told, don't you?' Ben asked rhetorically.

'Yes, sir,' Lewis answered, knowing what answers Ben expected.

'Come here and lie on your back then,' Ben said, as he jerked his neck abruptly towards the bed. Lewis obeyed Ben's command, walking over to his own bed, on which he would soon be fucked by a boy more than 2 years younger than him, witnessed by three even younger boys. He tried not to dwell on the last part. Once he was on the bed, he received instructions to spread his legs, exposing his orifice from which Ben was about to reap pleasure.

'Please can you fuck me, sir,' Lewis asked Ben, trying to tell himself that this wasn't the first time he was seen being fucked, there was no need to feel ashamed, he was used to this by now. Alas, despite his greatest efforts, he felt like his insides were being ripped apart.

'Of course,' Ben answered simply, before reaching for the ever in demand tub of lube on Lewis' bedstand. After dipping his fingers in the lube, it was then used to make Lewis flinch as it was inserted decisively into the waiting hole. After a moment of spreading the lube around, warming up and relaxing Lewis' hole, Ben lowered his sleeping bottoms and exposed an already rock-hard 5.5" boner that he was going to penetrate Lewis with. After covering the pulsing member in a liberal amount of lube, he advanced towards Lewis, leaving his sleeping bottoms behind.

Upon reaching him, he took a tight grip on Lewis' slender hips, and yanked hard to pull the bigger boy closer to the the edge of the bed, having decided that he would give a show to impress the lads present. He propped one leg on the bed with the other staying firmly on the floor; keeping his left hand on Lewis' hip, he used his right hand to guide the hungry cock towards the goal.

Lewis barely felt the tip of Ben's cock at the entrance to his hole before Ben thrust in one smooth motion, inserting his cock into the soft, warm offering. On Lewis' part the sudden intrusion caused him to grimace and groan in discomfort, but being no stranger to getting fucked, he had the pre fuck relaxation technique down to an art form, just like his cock-sucking.

As soon as he was in, Ben began rocking his hips, swinging them smoothly as though they were a weighted pendulum. His strokes were controlled, deliberate, and powerful, honed over years of practice to reap the maximum amount of pleasure from Lewis' hole. His masterful fucking made Kyle's awkward jerky fucking seem positively amateurish: Kyle had moved his whole body in a weird motion in an attempt to move his cock through Lewis' hole. Kyle made silent notes on Ben's techniques, determined to make his older brother proud, not to mention that his brother's technique seemed to have resulted in more complete penetration of Lewis, which could only mean that it felt better, and he had felt his cock was in danger of slipping out of Lewis a few times this morning, which wasn't helped by the fact that he was considerably less endowed than Ben.

After the initial discomfort, Lewis soon grew accustomed to Ben's cock in his arse; after all, it was a frequent visitor, as Ben usually preferred fucking Lewis to having Lewis suck his cock, although he was somewhat surprised that Ben had elected to fuck him on this occasion instead of getting sucked, as he had figured out that Ben believed cock-sucking and making Lewis swallow his cum to be more personal, more humiliating, and thus the preference when he had a audience. Then he remembered that he had already sucked Ben's cock today in front of the boys, another unnerving intrusive thought. He pulled a face as the thought intruded into his mind.

Ben mistakenly saw that as a result of his manly efforts, causing a jolt of electricity to shoot up from his cock to his spine, egging him on to increase his pace.

As Ben increased his pace, he started to breathe more heavily, and his strokes were becoming more laboured as he began to tire from the exercise: practised as he might be, after nearly ten minutes of hardcore fucking, he was sweating and feeling a bit strained. It didn't help that he wanted to impress his audience, which made the difference between a casual jog and a race, to borrow an analogy from running, so he ploughed on with a different goal, this time aiming to achieve orgasm.

Lewis felt Ben speeding up, and began tensing his anal muscles to help push Ben over the edge, much like he had done with Kyle this morning. He had resisted employing this technique sooner to help Ben cum and end his humiliation, because he knew that Ben wouldn't have been happy, as he had intended to thoroughly degrade Lewis in front of his young mesmerised posse, which meant that the longer he was fucked the happier Ben would be, and the less retribution he would subsequently receive. Not to mention such a technique would have been far less effective on an experienced partner such as Ben if he were to resist the onset of orgasm, compared to his younger, less experienced brother.

Nevertheless, as pleasure built in Ben's groin, the sound of colliding flesh in the room was polluted by Ben's low grunting. Try as he might, he could remain silent no longer as he felt the beginning of a cock-engulfing orgasm. He pace picked up even more, and he was now fucking Lewis in earnest. Lewis was helping Ben achieve the most intense orgasm possible, but this was proving to be difficult, almost painful, as he tensed his muscles periodically, which didn't play nice with Ben's fast-moving cock. Lewis had to be careful not to tense his anal muscles too much or too often, otherwise he would no doubt be squealing in pain, but for now he was just joining Ben in grunting.

Fortunately, the face he pulled fuelled Ben even more, and at last he fucked past the point of no return, the quiet grunting becoming much more audible: 'Urrgghh… yeah…' he managed to say as his body was wracked with an electrifying orgasm, sending pulses of his man cream down his cock to cover Lewis' insides, fucking him to the hilt.

By the time he finished, he was panting heavily, exhausted. The orgasm had distracted him from how tired he was, providing a burst of energy when he should have had none left. He pulled his cock out with a pop and just stood there to recover.

'Thank you for fucking me to teach me to be a good little boy, sir,' Lewis thanked Ben.

'You're welcome,' Ben said between breaths.

Kyle and Reece were in awe of Ben's performance, standing and staring with blank faces, although Kyle had a somewhat more composed face than Reece, considering Reece was also occasionally adjusting his boner beneath his boxer briefs. The most composed face in the room, however, belonged to Tom, who had grown bored and grabbed a chair in the room to sit down, so that he could wait for everyone to finish more comfortably.

'Right, it's time to put you in your nappy, Lewis.' Kyle ended the impasse as he walked towards Ben, who was still lying on the bed next to the conveniently placed nappy and oil. As he was witnessing Lewis being fucked, Kyle had decided that he wasn't going to fuck Lewis, most importantly because he didn't want his older brother's sloppy seconds, not to mention that he would have to touch the horrible jizz if he decided to do it, and also because Ben had put on an impressive act that he couldn't hope to follow. He didn't want his friends to see him fuck Lewis as awkwardly as he did this morning, so he decided that he would get some more practice before he fucked Lewis in front of his friends. After sliding Lewis' nappy under his bum, he told Lewis to set himself down, and began spreading the baby oil, being careful in avoiding any of his brother's sperm. Wisely, Lewis knew better than to ask for a dry orgasm, not after how 'badly' he had behaved today, and after Kyle was satisfied that the oil had sufficiently covered Lewis, he pulled the nappy up to cover Lewis' diminutive immature willy and nuts, and proceeded to tape the nappy. Then, while Lewis was still lying on the bed, he pulled the colourful socks onto Lewis' feet, completing his older little brother's outfit for the night.

What followed was soon to be a new routine, as Kyle told Lewis to get on his knees, and Lewis submissively asked Kyle for permission to suck his cock, clad only in his cartoon nappy and socks, until a few minutes later Kyle filled his mouth with the manly fluid that he so envied, before announcing it was time for bed after Lewis thanked him. After that everyone exited the room, leaving Lewis' door slightly ajar.

Needless to say, Reece was a little disappointed that he didn't get to enjoy Lewis' service as his friend had, still adjusting the hard rod so as not to make it so awkwardly obvious, impossible for someone wearing tight boxer briefs. The outline of his boner was evident, his friends just didn't pay much attention to it. Kyle didn't really care for the pleasure of his friends, not sexually anyway: humiliating Lewis was all a big game to him, and having Lewis suck Reece today was just part of that, and after the day concluded in him putting Lewis in his nappy again, he was content, so Reece's hand would need to get busy.

Chapter 4
Oscar and Nathan

'Everything seems fine, Oscar, a clean bill of health,' a man dressed in a suit without a jacket said. He was a good-looking bloke with masculine, almost comic book-like features and groomed stubble, but at nearly forty years of age his hair had begun to grey, which added to his mature charm. His suit trousers were pin-striped and ordinary-looking, but with a rather funky yet formal looking pink, blue, and white tie, secured to his shirt via a tie clip.

He got off the chair and walked towards the big desk parked in the corner of his office. Oscar was still on the inspection bed as he pulled a shirt over his head, dressed in a cool skater outfit with skinny jeans and skating shoes, with stylish decorations dangling on his wrists. When he was done, he made his way to the man and sat in the chair next to him. 'Thank you, Dr Wyer,' Oscar said politely.

'Ok, let's talk about Nathan,' Dr Wyer said, looking up from a bunch of papers that he'd just finished filling out, then neatly stacking them up to be put away into a small filing cabinet under his desk.

'Sure, what about?' Oscar replied curiously; this was a regular quarterly appointment, Dry Wyer don't usually specifically talk about anything in particular, just general chit chat about daily life as he performed the examination.

'Well, as you probably remember, when Nathan first came into your father's possession, he was in a pretty bad state,' the doctor began. Oscar nodded in agreement as he recalled peeking timidly at the blond boy in the guest bedroom for the first time 4 years ago. Even though only Nathan's face was visible, he vividly remembered the bruises, stains, and cuts on his lips, and knew that what lay unseen could only be worse. 'I examined him for your dad when he got him, and what you didn't know was that Nathan's genitals sustained some rather serious injuries from his previous owner,' he continued. 'No mutilation, mind you, everything was intact,' he quickly added, as he saw Oscar began to frown, not wanting to worry Oscar beyond the facts.

'Ok,' Oscar said, shakily, even though he knew full well just how intact Nathan's genitals were.

'His testicles in particular had been hit quite badly: as well as some bruising, they were swollen from the damage.' Dr Wyer explained. 'At the time, I didn't consider aggressive intervention to be necessary; since he was still young, I believed he stood a good chance of recovery,' he said. Oscar continued to nod. 'And, as I've told you before, there has never been any cause for concern in the regular examinations. What I want to find out now, as Nathan is getting older, is whether he's showing any signs of sexual development,' he finished.

'Er… why would I know about his sexual development?' Oscar stuttered as he bit his lips in discreet panic. For a second he was certain that he could taste Nathan's cum on his lips, but that was impossible, it was last night when he gave Nathan that blowjob, and he was sure he had washed his face thoroughly that morning.

The panic did not go unseen by the experienced doctor. He'd been around long enough, and was good enough friends with Oscar's father, that he knew the dynamics of the relationship between Oscar and Nathan, but he pushed back his amusement at Oscar's teenage modesty and needless worry to take a more tactful approach. 'Well, as Nathan's legal owner, I just expected that it was your business to know the condition of your slave,' Dr Wyer said professionally.

'Ah, yes, of course. Nathan's… er, genitals, are developing quite well,' Oscar said, uncertain where the conversation was going, since Dr Wyer knew as well as he did how Nathan's sexual organs had been developing, as it was all part of the examination. Although the doctor hadn't seen Oscar's own organs for some time, because for the last couple of years he was given the option to perform the simple examination himself, and only report it if there were anything out of the ordinary.

'Well, more specifically, I'm interested in whether Nathan has started ejaculating,' Dr Wyer went on.

The panic returned to Oscar's face, this time a little more obvious. 'For example, you may have discovered some marks on Nathan's underwear, these are tell-tale signs that a boy's body is developing,' the good doctor carried on, to provide an 'out' for the awkward teenager.

'Marks? Oh yes, there have been marks.' Oscar wanted to play stupid, claim ignorance or just say Nathan wasn't ejaculating, but he loved Nathan too much to lie. If the doctor thought it was a health concern for Nathan, it concerned him as well. 'So you believe Nathan has begun ejaculating; you're sure it's not urine?' Dr Wyer asked, just to be sure. 'Yes,' Oscar replied after a pause.

'Very well, it just means that we'll do an additional exam today. It shouldn't take much longer than usual,' Dr Wyer concluded as he turned to face his desk, picked out another folder from the filing cabinet, then tapped the pane of glass on his desk a few times.

'Hello, Dr Wyer,' a female voice beamed from the glass.

'Hi, Julie, we're ready for Nathan now; please can you send… it in,' Dr Wyer said, hesitant at calling Nathan 'it', but reputation was important, and sometimes it took precedence over personal beliefs.

'Certainly.' replied the voice.

Moments later there was a knock on the door, and Dr Wyer shouted for whoever was outside to come in.

'Hello, Dr Wyer.' Nathan emerged from behind the door. He was dressed in a simple white vest that ended before where his white briefs began. Below that were white socks and a pair of white plimsolls, very typical slave's clothes, although many wouldn't have been afforded a vest on a warm day like today, and almost none would have plimsolls; also, the cleanliness of Nathan's clothes was a clear indicator that he was a slave who was well looked after.

'Nathan! How're you doing?' Dr Wyer asked as he stood to greet the small boy, extending his hands. He would have given the boy a hug, if showing any kind of affection towards a slave wasn't so frowned upon. He used to hug Oscar when he was Nathan's age, but recently he could tell that Oscar was reacting more awkwardly to hugs, so he had opted to shake hands with the older boy as well.

'I'm good, Dr Wyer,' Nathan replied.

'Been eating well?'

'Yes, doctor. Master Oscar and Master and Mistress Kerrington have been feeding me very well,' Nathan answered respectfully.

'Anything to add? Are you sleeping well? Are you hurting anywhere?' Dr Wyer asked again, keen to make sure that his patient was in good health.

'No, doctor, I'm very lucky to be Master Oscar's slave; he treats me very well,' Nathan replied cheerfully, but not too cheerfully, remembering his place as a slave.

'Well, let's get started then; up you get,' Dr Wyer said as he gestured towards the examination bed.

It was a tall bed intended for adult patients, since Dr Wyer usually only attended to adult patients; in fact, Oscar and Nathan were his only young patients, since he took them on as a favour for his good friend, although calling it a favour wasn't very fitting, because he very much enjoyed Oscar's and Nathan's visits. As Nathan was at the bed, the 4'6" [135cm] 10-year-old struggled a little to get on, so Dr Wyer gave him a helping hand by lifting him at the waist, spinning him around slightly at the same time so Nathan ended up facing him, feet dangling at the edge of the bed, unable to reach the floor.

Familiar with the examination routine, Nathan pulled off his vest without needing to be told, revealing his pristine pinkish-white chest, with two lovely pink nipples. Dr Wyer proceeded to poke and prod the boy, looking inside his mouth, checking his ears, tapping his chest, asking some more questions as he was carrying out the tests. 'Ok, everything looks fine.' Dr Wyer announced after the standard procedures.

'Thank you, doctor,' Nathan said with a smile as he grabbed his vest, ready to put it back on.

'Hold on a sec, Nathan,' Dr Wyer interrupted the boy.

'Yes, doctor?' Nathan asked inquisitively, wondering what the doctor had to add: as far as he was aware the usual battery of tests had been completed, other than a test to check his cock and balls, but Dr Wyer usually only did that once or twice a year, and never twice in a row, and Dr Wyer had examined them on his last visit.

'Oscar and I have had a chat,' the doctor began, not entirely certain how he was going to ease into the next part of the procedure he had in mind. Nathan waited patiently for him to go on, so he did. 'If you remember when you first saw me, you were in pretty bad shape.' Nathan's eyes widened as memories of a past life flooded his mind; indeed he was when he met the doctor for the first time, if you could call a broken arm and beaten all over 'pretty' bad.

Still not responding other than a nod, the doctor was actually getting uncharacteristically nervous: the child was scared, and a scared child wasn't something he had much experience with, so he tried to put what he saw behind him, and carried on explaining. 'Well, one of the concerns I had was that your testicles were badly beaten, but the last time I checked you were growing quite nicely.'

'Yes, doctor.' Nathan finally said, his voice timid and cracked, clearly affected by his past.

'Well, Oscar told me that you've started ejaculating, or at least, he thinks you've started ejaculating,' Dr Wyer said.

'He thinks I've started ejaculating, doctor?' Nathan asked as his face began to glow, a little embarrassed to talk about his sexual development with the doctor for the first time, and 'think' was an odd choice of word; why would Oscar 'think' that he could ejaculate?

'Yes; have you started ejaculating?' Dr Wyer pressed on.

'Urm… yes,' Nathan responded as he broke eye contact, becoming intensely interested in the floor as his face grew redder still. He wasn't sure why he felt uncomfortable talking about sex with the doctor, after all, to him it was only sex, and he had done damn near every sexual thing imaginable, at least as an object of sex.

'Well, if you agree, I would like have a sample of your semen to test its fertility,' Dr Wyer pushed out at last. He should probably have asked it blandly and plainly, and he was by no means a prude, otherwise being a doctor would have been difficult, but asking for a semen sample from a child was more awkward than he expected.

'A semen sample? Err… sure,' Nathan answered. He was only starting to get used to being asked things rather than being told things. Then a cold thought struck him. 'How are you going to get a sample of my semen?' Nathan asked quickly in a concerned voice, as images of needles being plunged into his balls played in his head, causing him to pull his knees tightly together.

There was a pause, but Dr Wyer soon worked out what Nathan was concerned about. 'Don't worry, no needles,' the doctor said with an amused grin, getting up to walk over to his cabinet, and pulling out a small glass beaker. 'If you can masturbate and collect your semen here, I'll do the rest,' Dr Wyer said as he handed the little cup to Nathan, who took it gingerly.

'Sure…' Nathan said not so certainly as he took the cup, staring at the small apparatus.

'You know what masturbate means, right?' the doctor asked, just to be sure, though they had been using the 'correct' words all along, and there didn't seem to be any trouble.

'Yes, doctor, but slaves aren't allowed to masturbate, not without their master's permission anyway,' Nathan said.

'Well, Oscar?' Dr Wyer said as he now turned to face Oscar, Nathan's official master.

'Sure, go ahead, Nathan, please masturbate to give Dr Wyer a sample of your semen,' Oscar answered.

The words bit him as he reminded himself that the small boy sitting in front of him was capable of the manly feat, while the best he could do was buck in a dry orgasm. As much as he loved Nathan, he would be lying if he said he wasn't a little jealous of the maturity of the little boy.

'Ok,' Nathan said nonchalantly as he moved his hips to lower the white briefs down to his knees, revealing his perfectly proportioned cock and balls. He then grabbed his limp 3" cock and began tugging at it. His cock hardened, and the doctor and Oscar waited for Nathan to complete his task. They would have given Nathan some privacy, but both knew that leaving a slave alone in the doctor's office wasn't an option. Oscar tried not to look, and Dr Wyer actually went back to his desk to go over some paperwork that he had piled up, but after a few minutes there were no results, and when Oscar took a cheeky peek at his cute lover he noticed that after a few minutes of work Nathan's cock was still discouragingly half-mast at 4" [10cm], with Nathan still tugging it rhythmically with no luck.

'I don't think this is working…' Nathan said in a defeated voice as he ceased tugging the moderately turgid sausage.

Dr Wyer turned his head to look at Nathan, not entirely sure how to proceed. Nathan looked down in shame, beaten by the disappointment he felt for failing his master and the doctor who had treated him so well all these years. Perhaps it was because he was being asked to masturbate publicly, albeit no one was actually paying attention to him as he did the deed, or because he had never actually given himself an orgasm with his hands.

'Maybe… if I had some help?' Nathan looked up, grasping at his last hope for redemption.

'Well…' the doctor said as he turned to look at Oscar, who began to blush immediately. Dr Wyer's first thought was to ask Oscar to give his boyfriend a hand in obtaining a sample, but just as soon he realised that it wasn't going to happen: the timid teenager would never commit to such an act so publicly, at least not unless it was absolutely necessary, so he finished his sentence with some other words. 'Is there anything I can do?' he asked Nathan.

Nathan looked at the doctor, then at Oscar, hopefully, but like the doctor, he realised that his master wouldn't be of any help here. 'Erm… maybe if you could give me a hand?' Nathan croaked, not entirely certain, but he was determined to explore every possibility. 'Like, hand hand?' he finished.

A long pause followed, then a sigh. The doctor's schedule was packed, and he would prefer to get a sample of Nathan's semen sooner rather than later, so he got up, but halfway between his desk and the examination bed, he stopped again, tilted his head, then returned to his desk, opening one of the drawers to retrieve a pair of purple plastic gloves. Usually he did his tests bare-handed and just applied disinfectant afterwards. The gloves were saved for occasions when he expected to get dirty, or fluid spillage, and this time he was actually hoping there'd be a spillage of fluid.

Finally Dr Wyer made his way back to the examination bed. 'Ok then, maybe you'll want to do this lying on the bed?' Dr Wyer asked the blond boy. Nathan happily obliged, kicked his briefs down to his white socks-covered ankles, then doubled over to pull them off before putting them on top of his vest and swivelling around to lie down on the bench, his turgid 4" [10cm] penis sticking up awkwardly. Conveniently, there was already a pillow on the bed, on which Nathan comfortably rested his head.

Looking at Nathan's half-mast cock, Dr Wyer paused again, lowered his head with another sigh, and again returned to his desk, this time retrieving some kind of lotion that was standing on the desk. Walking over to Nathan for the third time, after reading the label on the bottle briefly, he was now much more composed. After a couple of squirts of the lotion onto his gloved right hand, he began to apply it to the patiently waiting boy's cock, which hardened to the man's touch and quickly sprung to life, rising to its full length of 5" [13cm] in almost no time.

After thoroughly covering Nathan's cock in the lotion, Dr Wyer took a nice grip and began jerking Nathan's cock. Although Nathan had a large cock for his age, it was still too small for the Doctor's hand, so he only used a few fingers rather than his whole hand.

Nathan hadn't had a man touch his cock for a few years. Many had been interested, of course, but Nathan always managed to escape the fate through Oscar, claiming that he was for Oscar's personal use, and since almost all of the times that he had been in the company of these men they were supposed to be talking business, and Oscar's status allowed him to be a little rude, he had avoided it for longer than he thought was possible, and never had a man touched him as gently as Dr Wyer was doing now. After a few minutes of the doctor's gentle stroking, he could begin to feel the pleasure building up. Having another person wank him was so much easier than wanking himself, and he could feel his breathing deepen, holding his breath every now and again when there was sudden spike in pleasure, closing his eyes now to focus on the movements of the doctor's hand, parting his lips slightly as he savoured the pleasure brought on by the gentle stroking.

The office was filled with the almost comical sound of squishy lubricant as Dr Wyer continued to masturbate his young patient. Nathan's breath began to shorten, and he was tensing periodically, showcasing his well-formed abs. He was also beginning to blush, accentuating his cheerful boyish features.

Dr Wyer pondered the good looks of the boy, from the small grimace on Nathan's face to his clenched fist and stretched legs. Recognising that his patient was near orgasm, he picked up the small beaker in preparation.

'I'm going to cum, doctor!' Nathan exclaimed in a whisper, opening his eyes to reveal the clear blue jewels underneath.

Dr Wyer placed the opening of the cup just in time for Nathan's first major convulsion, collecting the first squirt of opaque semen. More squirts of semen followed as Nathan continued to spasm. To Nathan's dismay, Dr Wyer's stroking nearly ceased, so as not to obstruct the flow of semen into the cup, reducing his pleasure dramatically, but it was still enough to coax more of the masculine substance out of him, and make him gasp in bliss.

The ejaculation was over in less than a minute, and no more semen was being expelled by the boy. As a final act, Dr Wyer carelessly scraped the edge of the vessel against the perfect pink mushroom of Nathan's cock to catch some drooling cum that didn't quite squirt, causing the boy to grunt and jolt in pain as his sensitive organ was hurt. Even Oscar winced vicariously at the pain of his slave.

'Sorry.' Dr Wyer said apologetically, after he realised what a foolish act it was. He had intended to minimise spillage, and didn't think that it would hurt the boy. He silently cursed himself for not attending the child masturbation lecture in medical school.

'Have you got enough semen, doctor?' Nathan asked as he tried to regain his composure through some deep breaths. 'Plenty enough, Nathan, thank you,' the doctor replied with a smile. He returned to his desk and carefully set the beaker down before returning to the examination bench to give the boy some soft hand towels to clean himself up. 'Put them in that bin when you're done,' Dr Wyer said, as he gestured to the bio-hazard bin next to the normal one.

He returned to his desk once again and pulled out a syringe from another drawer, as Nathan cleaned himself, jumped off the bench and disposed of the waste as instructed before returning to the bench moments later. He struggled back on as Dr Wyer walked over to another side of the room, plugged the syringe into a machine that looked like a large box with a big touch screen, and tapped a few things on the screen.

'Put your clothes back on and come join us, Nathan,' Oscar asked, knowing that his obedient slave rarely did anything in public without being told. Nathan complied happily, slipping on his briefs and vest before jumping off the bed again and sitting down next to his master as both looked at the doctor, who had resumed the paperwork he was doing earlier.

The boys waited in silent anticipation as the doctor finished off his paperwork. For his part, Dr Wyer knew he should probably have talked to his patient to ease the tension, but there really wasn't much he could do as the machine was doing its job, not to mention the unexpected exercise he just completed had taken up some of his time and interrupted his tight schedule. 'So that machine over there is analysing your semen; it will give us the results in a few minutes,' Dr Wyer said, as he looked up after signing off another piece of paperwork.

'You have a machine just for testing semen?' Nathan said in surprise. He already knew the machine was analysing his semen; after all, that was what they had been talking about, and he was very curious about the presence of a semen-testing machine in the doctor's office, before finally finding the chance to ask after being spoken to.

'No,' Dr Wyer replied with a smile. 'It's a multi-purpose machine: it can test just about anything, from drug tests, to blood tests, and as we're doing now, a semen test. It can test substances in any state too; quite amazing, really,' the doctor described briefly. 'Your dad designed a lot of it,' Dr Wyer carried on, nodding in the direction of Oscar, who smiled in response, quietly proud of his dad.

By the time they finished conversing, the machine had beeped, and the same slab of glass that Dr Wyer used to call reception flashed. Dr Wyer turned and picked it up, flicking through charts and diagrams quickly. 'Well, I have good news. Everything seems to be ok: sperm health, count, pH, and hormones, just as you would expect from a young adolescent,' Dr Wyer said, flicking through another chart. Then he paused suddenly and flashed a confused look. 'The sugar level…'

'What is it?' Oscar interjected with clear concern.

'Oh, sorry, never mind, I misread it.' The doctor dismissed Oscar's concern with a smile; he had noted that the sugar level was higher than normal, and the composition was unusual, but quickly realised what could have caused it and why.

'Are you sure? Is everything all right?' Oscar pressed on, suspicious as to why the doctor dismissed it so quickly.

'Everything is fine, trust me,' Dr Wyer said with a warm smile.

Oscar still wasn't sure, but he had complete trust in the doctor. Nathan couldn't care less about the results; he had so much to be thankful for that the health of his semen was hardly a priority.

With the visit over, Oscar and Nathan got ready to leave. 'Come on, Nathan, we'll have to hurry back, or Mr Davenport won't be happy,' Oscar said as he was getting up.

'Sorry to have kept you boys longer than you expected; perhaps I should have told you beforehand.' Dr Wyer said.

'No, thank you for taking the time to see us, doctor.' Oscar thanked the doctor, managing a sincere smile.

'Yes, thank you, doctor,' Nathan also said, as he too flaunted his pearly white teeth before following his master's lead heading towards the door.

'See you, then,' the doctor bid his farewell. 'And remember to eat plenty of fruits,' the doctor said, as he couldn't resist the opportunity to humour himself.

'Yes, see you later, Dr Wyer.' the boys said, and waved in unison, both clueless to the fact that doctor had deduced what they had been up to.

They hurried back home, which was a walk and a bus ride away. Karen greeted them at the door. 'Hello, boys,' she said with a warm smile. 'Was everything ok? I expected you two to be back a little sooner,' she asked.

'Yes, mum, Dr Wyer had some work to do before he could see us,' Oscar explained.

'He tested my semen too.' Nathan beamed unexpectedly.

Both Oscar and Karen were quite surprised that Nathan spoke without being spoken to while still kind of being in the open, but were happy that the little slave was getting more comfortable.

'Oh? He did? How did that go?' she said curiously.

'Dr Wyer said everything was ok, Mistress Kerrington.' Nathan replied, with Oscar now silently blushing beside him.

After a brief exchange at the door, the boys were ushered in to wash up; then entertained themselves in the living room.

The doorbell promptly rang at exactly 11 o'clock. Karen opened the door and was met with a tall man in his early 50s, skinny with glasses.

'Hello, Mr Davenport!' Karen greeted, cheerful as usual.

'Hello, Karen, and please call me John,' the man replied.

'Ha, sorry, school days habit!' Karen chimed. 'Please come in,' she finished as she moved away to grant the man entrance.

As John entered the house, the rapid pattering sound of small feet hitting the floor became louder, and by the time John stepped into the house there was a small thud. Nathan, now dressed in just his slave's plain white briefs and socks, was kneeling obediently on the floor. This time, however, he was also wearing a pair of smart-looking thin-rimmed glasses, giving him some intellectual charm.

'Welcome, Mr Davenport,' the slave said, panting slightly.

'Hello, Nathan, are you ready for your lessons?' the man said kindly.

'Yes, Mr Davenport,' the slave replied.

'Well, I'll leave you two to it, but Nathan, you know exactly when Mr Daven… I mean John, arrives, so you shouldn't have had to rush, be ready next time; I don't want you hurting yourself by hurrying.' Karen scolded her son's slave.

'Yes, Mistress Kerrington, I'm sorry.' Nathan apologised, still kneeling, before getting up and heading to the sitting room with John.

In the sitting room, there was a nice polished oak table, on which sat a somewhat outdated laptop computer. It was Oscar's three-year-old laptop, once top of the line, and recently passed onto his slave as he received an upgrade. Although it was a hand-me-down old computer, people would be horrified to learn that a slave would have a possession of any kind .Of course, Nathan didn't actually own the computer, since slaves have no legal rights to possession; it was simply the case that Oscar assigned the computer to be used exclusively by his slave. Nevertheless, you would be hard-pressed to find anyone who could think of any reason why a slave would need a computer.

Seated, Mr Davenport produced his own laptop, as well as a few books on sciences and maths.

'What will we be doing first, Mr Davenport?' Nathan asked inquisitively.

'I'm thinking about a reminder lesson on English grammar first,' John said.

'Ok,' Nathan said, brilliantly hiding his disappointment. The two spoke about all the different grammatical rules and spelling variations, John occasionally conjuring up literature from his computer to illustrate his examples, and sending short tests to Nathan's computer for him to complete.

The lesson went on, and John found himself, once again, impressed by the ability of the little slave boy, answering many of the questions correctly even as he increased the difficulty, and asking intelligent questions of his own to make sure he had had things right, performing far beyond what would be expected even of a free 10-year-old boy.

He thoroughly enjoyed teaching the boy, and thought back to the time when he first became Nathan's personal tutor 4 years ago. He found the job through a simple advert on a job board: it was the Kerrington family looking for a personal tutor, and a quick search showed that they had one son. He had thought that he was never going to get the job. Many very qualified and talented people would have been after the opportunity to teach the Kerrington child, but he was desperately in need of a job, so he applied for them everywhere and anywhere, especially since he had had no call backs.

Surprisingly, he was called the next day, by a nice-sounding lady called Karen, who he was soon to learn was Mrs Kerrington herself. Surprisingly, after a brief talk on the phone about his experience, a conversation for which John chose his words carefully, he was asked if he would be available for an in-person meeting the next day. He accepted hastily, but at the same time tried his best not to sound too eager. He was asked to sign a non-disclosure agreement before the meeting, which he thought odd at the time, but dismissed it as one of the strange practices of the super-rich.

On the day, he arrived in his usual manner, neither early or late, exactly on the agreed time, a fact his old colleagues had soon got used to. Just as he arrived, however, an angry-looking man was racing out of the house with rage in his eyes, upon seeing John, he paused and looked as though he was going to say something, but shut his mouth and moved on. The brief disruption had meant that he had to walk faster than he liked towards the door of what was fortunately a rather small house, considering the Kerringtons' wealth. Just when he was getting ready to knock, the door swung open. What stood behind it was a beautiful if somewhat flustered young woman.

'Hi, you are…?' she asked.

'John Davenport. Mrs Kerrington, I presume? We spoke on the phone yesterday for a meeting?' John answered, already feeling uneasy about the situation.

'Ah, yes, yes, please come in, Mr Davenport.' The woman invited John in. 'And call me Karen,' the woman said, not too politely. At the time John had thought that it was just the rich being arrogant as usual, but eventually found out it was from frustration.

After Karen had offered John something to drink, the two sat down in the kitchen to relax a little, as John pulled out some documents from his briefcase. 'Here are my qualifications; I assure you they are all genuine, but you're welcome to contact them to verify them,' John said. Hhe was keen to focus any background check to facts only, and already had a few responses prepared in case Mrs Kerrrington, Karen, were to ask for professional references.

'Let's talk about about your expectations, Mr Davenport; what do you think this job will involve?' Karen said sharply. 'Well, you only included your name on the job advert and no other details, so there isn't much to go on, but if I were to guess I would say that you're looking for a tutor for you son,' John said, evidently tensing as he though how odd the question was. Even before Karen answered, he could already tell that the guess, though logical, must have been incorrect, as he saw Karen unconsciously bite her bottom lip in thought.

'What is your salary expectation?' Karen asked again. She was frustrated, and chose to be as direct as she could.

'Well, isn't it unusual to discuss salary before I have the job?' John asked back.

'Is salary important to you?' Karen asked again without wasting any time.

John was shocked, although he was careful not to show it; he had dealt with some difficult parents before, and horrible though Karen was, she wasn't the worst he had seen. 'Erm… perhaps you can give me an idea of your budget?' he asked, part of him feared that the rich and selfish would give him as low a figure as possible. He could see Karen staring into his eyes, measuring, calculating.

Karen was having a battle of her own, she now remembered speaking to the man yesterday. His academic record was impeccable, he was well-spoken and sounded nice enough, so she needed to give him a figure. It was a difficult decision: if she offered too little it might not be persuasive enough, but if too much the potential employee might use it against them. In the end she went for a very generous but not unrealistic offer, as would have been expected from a rich parent who needed something.

John's jaw nearly dropped: it was 30% more than he was receiving in his last post, and he was being paid very well. 'Ok,' John said, stunned.

'Do you think it's reasonable remuneration?' Karen asked.

'Yes, Karen, in fact, I would say that it's very generous,' John said in response.

Karen smiled for the first time. The man seemed honest; it was the first direct response she had received so far, nevertheless, she expected the figure to be negotiated upon once the truth of the role was revealed.

'Excellent; now, let's talk about some of the other benefits,' she carried on, keen to lure the man as much as possible about the potential job. John soon found out that the person hired would be entitled to the same benefits as a managerial employee from the Kerrington Group: pensions, healthcare, company car, the whole lot. They even spoke briefly about the terms and conditions of the job. It turned out that the job wasn't even full time, and John worked out that in terms of hourly salary, he would be getting paid considerably more than the head teacher of the very prestigious private school he had taught at, before being let go. John was in awe, but at the same time scared; just what did the job involve to warrant this kind of pay?

'Wow; that is a very impressive package, Karen, but isn't it a bit imprudent to talk about this before I even get the job?' John asked, concerned.

'Yes, of course, let's talk about the job then.' Karen said.

'First thing I would like to ask, Karen, is why teaching your son justifies such a generous remuneration package?' John asked, returning to his assumption that he would be teaching her son; after all, he could think of no other person for whom Mrs Kerrington would offer so much money to educate. He wanted to find out what the person he would be teaching was like. He was expecting the devil incarnate, but frankly, even teaching the devil incarnate would be worth it.

Karen lowered her head in thought, pressing her fingers against each other criss-cross on the table. 'I think it might be best to show you who you'll be teaching, but before that, I must remind you that you have already signed a non-disclosure agreement: nothing you learn today is to be repeated without our express permission, to anyone,' Karen warned.

Clearly there was some kind of secret behind the generous offer. John wondered what this could be: could their child be mentally handicapped? That would certainly explain the secrecy; after all, if it was some kind of physical deformity there were procedures that could adjust the appearance of people in whichever way deemed appropriate. Correcting people mentally, however, was in its infancy, at least as far as an actual cure was concerned, and very risky.

Without waiting for John's reply, Karen stood up and left the kitchen. Moments later she returned with someone, or rather, as John considered at the time, something, so shocking at the time that John could hardly believe his eyes.

'I'm sorry, Mrs Kerrington, I don't think I understand,' John began to say as he got flustered.

'No, Mr Davenport, I think you understand perfectly,' Karen replied. There was a dreadful pause.

'You don't seriously mean that you intend to hire me to teach 'it'?' John said, barely able to suppress his rage.

'That is exactly what I intend to do, Mr Davenport.' Karen said calmly, masking her own feelings much better.

'What could you possibly hope to achieve?' John asked. He had actually managed to calm down a little.

'What I hope to achieve is my business; what I'm asking from you is to teach him.'

John was slightly taken aback, wondering whether he had heard Karen correctly, did she refer to 'it' as a 'him'?

'Teach it what exactly, Mrs Kerrington?' he asked, as lewd thoughts of what handsome little boys, dressed in perfectly clean white briefs and cotton socks, were expected to do for their betters; thoughts that didn't appeal to him in the slightest, though neither did they offend him.

'Everything. I want you to teach him as you would any other schoolchild,' Karen said.

'Impossible; it would never be able to learn anything meaningful, there are slave schools designed especially for such purposes, and even the brightest slaves barely manage to read by the time they reach adulthood,' John went on. Of course, he didn't know that those 'slave schools' ran more like brothels, and that in reality little teaching went on; like most people in society, he had come to believe that slaves were naturally unintelligent and promiscuous, and even the most civilised academics had come to view slavery with indifference.

'Possible or not, I'm paying you to teach him,' Karen said sternly.

John was deep in thought. The proposition, to him, was preposterous, to teach a slave was an insult beyond words. He was, at least had been, a respected teacher; on the other hand, he weighed his options: he had been looking for a new job for a few months now, and had been forced to dig into his savings. Any longer and he would begin to fall behind on some of his loans; he might even have to resort to asking his children to support him. As much as he loved them, the prospect of suffering such indignity was unthinkable.

Karen took the pause as a good sign: everyone else she had interviewed so far had stormed out of the house at this point. The boy, on his part, was looking small and timid, painfully aware of the rage he had caused to everyone who had seen him so far, feeling that he had failed his master and mistress, and even with their kind words he cursed himself for being a useless little slut.

'I will teach it on my own terms?' John asked quizzically.

'Within reason, yes.' Karen conceded, cautiously hopeful for the first time.

'Within my reason, Mrs Kerrington. I must have your word, I will teach it as with any other child who fails to learn at what I consider to be a reasonable rate,' John asserted.

'If you could go into details, Mr Davenport.' Karen was not entirely sure she liked the direction of the conversation, but this was the furthest an interview had ever gone, so she couldn't just give up.

'A child requires discipline. If I am to teach it like a regular child, any infractions or tardiness will be punished accordingly. If it fails to do work I have set it, or fails to learn after what I consider to be reasonable effort on my part, it will be punished, up to any physical punishment I consider appropriate,' John explained.

'I will not have you maiming him!' Karen said loudly, losing control for the first time.

'I have no intention of maiming him, Mrs Kerrington.' John said, actually getting calmer as time went on. 'I'm not a sadist; however, that does not mean I will shy away from doing what I consider reasonable and appropriate.'

'I'm afraid I'll need better assurance than that,' Karen said, chewing her lips in an unprecedented show of struggle out of concern for her slave.

'I'm afraid I can't give you any more assurance, Mrs Kerrington, not without having held the job,' John said.

Karen said nothing. Seconds felt like hours, and yet the silence continued, neither adult in the room paid any notice to the fact that the little blond head had perked up higher, intrigued by the adults' conversation, nor did they notice the little brown head that quietly peeked down the corridor.

'I don't think you have many choices, Mrs Kerrington. I dread to think how many people you have turned away because you've asked them to teach a slave. You must understand what you are asking for is beyond unreasonable.' John broke the silence, only to be rewarded with some more.

After what felt like millennia later, Karen finally spoke. 'Very well, you can teach him as you see fit,' she finally said. As reluctant as she wanted to admit it, the man was right: asking a qualified teacher to teach a slave was more ambitious than she had first thought. If she weren't such a tenacious woman, she would probably have given up after seeing the reaction of the first few interviewees.

'When would I start?' John asked immediately.

'Tomorrow.' Karen answered plainly.

'I shall see you tomorrow, then.' John got up to leave. This was easily the strangest job interview he had ever had. He would never have guessed that he could feel so terrible after an interview and still have the job.

Just as he was opening the door, however, Karen began to speak again. 'If it's so terrible to teach a slave, Mr Davenport, why do you want this job?' Karen asked in an attempt to understand her new employee.

'I don't so much want it as need it, Mrs Kerrington. Iit would seem that for reasons unknown to me, we need each other,' John said after a short pause, not wanting to deceive his new employer, although at the same time careful not to divulge too much detail.

It was sometime after John had left that Karen troubled herself some more by trying to figure out why the teacher hadn't negotiated a high salary if he needed the job so badly. She would gladly have paid more, in fact, given her state at the time, it would have been one of the few times that she would accede to nearly anything John could demand. It was much later that she learned that though John was a proud man, he was not greedy.

Fast forward a few weeks; once again, Nathan was sobbing over John's knees with his briefs around his ankles and his firm little buttocks exposed, already glowing in a shade of red. 'That's not good enough; try again,' John said sternly as he pushed the small boy onto his feet. 'Pull them back up,' he ordered, and Nathan obeyed without delay. His face, like his buttocks, was reddened by the recent punishment, with the water in his eyes making them look like translucent blue glass. 'I'm sorry, Mr Davenport, I'm doing my best, but I'm just I'm just a useless sl… slave,' the boy apologised.

'Useless or not, I expect you to learn to read; we're only doing the alphabet, and you can already tell me what all the letters are; now just learn which is which,' John said rather calmly.

In another room, Karen was being distracted by Nathan's education, as the sound of spanking and the wails of a small voice came in through a small opening in the door. In the past few weeks John had had to spank Nathan on several occasions, and as much as she didn't agree with corporal punishment, the man was fair and consistent, and they had already agreed that John would teach in a way he saw fit.

'I'm really trying, Mr Davenport… but…' Nathan said as he looked at the big letters on the table again. 'I'll try harder, Mr Davenport,' Nathan continued without finishing what he started.

'Is there something you want to tell me?' John said inquisitively.

'N… no. Mr Davenport, I'll try harder, I promise,' Nathan responded hurriedly. In the past too much talking and making excuses had always earned more punishment, so he was keen to apologise, not that the punishment measured up to anything he had received in the past.

'Tell me what you wanted to say,' John ordered again.

Nathan felt conflicted as to what he should do. When his old owners had asked him to speak, more often than not it was a ploy to make him say something wrong to punish him for, so understandably he was reluctant, but at the same time he couldn't disobey a direct order, so he had to answer.

'It's just that I can't see the letters very well because I'm a useless slave, Mr Davenport, they just don't look very different to me,' Nathan began. 'Maybe if you could make the letters a little bigger…' Nathan carried on, half expecting a big slap to the face for making excuses, not that the man had ever given any indication that he was especially violent, but the 6-year-old Nathan had long since lost trust in human nature or its predictability.

'For goodness sake, stop calling yourself useless. I forbid it, whether it's true or not,' John said, annoyed, then paused. 'What do you mean they don't look different?' he asked further.

'Well, it's very… erm… fuzzy, the letters are so small, and you're holding them really far away. It's probably because I'm a…. slave.' Nathan explained how he felt after a lifetime of being told he was the lowest of the low. When they first started the lessons, John had insisted Nathan even learn proper posture and etiquette, with the result being a sitting position that put books about a foot and a half away from Nathan's eyes.

'Fuzzy… you don't mean…' John said in thought. 'Here, hold this how you like,' John said, handing Nathan the alphabet book. 'Here, this page has them in the order you learned them: one little block is one letter, read and learn it,' John carried on. Nathan took the little booklet into his hand, held it inches from his face, and began reading.

A few minutes later, John took the booklet off Nathan, and wrote a few letters on a piece of paper, larger than he would normally have written, and handed that to Nathan. 'Tell me what these letters are,' he ordered again. Upon receiving the piece of paper, Nathan held it inches from his eyes again, and recited it perfectly.

What followed was a length of silence, dreadful to Nathan: he was positive that he had recited the letters correctly, but at the same time he was certain someone as stupid as him couldn't possibly get anything right. To him, the silence felt like the calm before the storm.

'Wait here, I'll be back,' John said with some indifference.

'No, Mr Davenport, I'm sorry for getting them wrong, please spank me again, but don't tell Mistress Kerrington,' Nathan said desperately. The woman had been nothing but nice to him, as much as he didn't genuinely believe that anyone would be nice to him, he didn't want to disappoint her.

'No, you recognised the letters perfectly. I just want to talk to Karen,' John said as he got up. He could see the boy was desperate and scared, and now that he looked more closely, quite endearing. With a sigh, he put a hand on Nathan's shoulder. 'You're not in trouble,' he explained, which seemed to have the desired effect, and calmed the boy a little. At this point John actually felt quite sorry for the slave. If he was correct, he might even owe the slave an apology, but the thought of apologising to a slave was quickly brushed aside as he walked to the room where Karen was.

'Hi, Karen,' John said, and entered the room after knocking a few times. 'We need to talk.'

'What is it? Has Nathan done something wrong?' Karen said with as much warmth as she could muster for a man who would beat a small child.

'No, but there's something I want to tell you. I think Nathan might be short-sighted,' John explained.

'Oh? What makes you think that?' Karen asked. John explained, even admitting reluctantly that his stern teaching method might have prevented the discovery from being made sooner. After discussing their options, Karen and John left the room together, meeting a meek little Nathan waiting on his knees.

'Stand up, Nathan.' Karen hurried towards him and held the boy up.

'I'm sorry, Mistress Kerrington.' Nathan said apologetically.

'Sorry for what?' Karen asked.

'For anything I did wrong, for being stupid, for…' Nathan continued, but was stopped abruptly by a hug from the woman. The sight of a free person showing such affection towards a slave would have shocked John, if it were the first time he had seen it.

'Don't be silly, you don't need to be sorry for anything,' Karen cooed. 'Mr Davenport told me that he thinks you might have some problems with your eyes,' Karen told the boy, who responded with a quizzical look. 'He thinks you might be short-sighted. We'll take you to a doctor now to see,' Karen explained.

'We've agreed that I'll resume your teaching tomorrow after you've had your eyes looked at,' John said, surprised that Karen had used 'doctor' instead of 'vet', since he didn't know of any doctor who would tend to a slave .Even vets didn't care much about slaves: they were usually only viewed as an additional source of income .Nevertheless, he began collecting his items off his desk and tidied himself up to leave.

Just as he was heading towards the door, he stopped, and staying motionless for a few seconds, he half turned around. 'I might have been wrong to spank you,' he said plainly before leaving.

Nathan was wide eyed and in shock: it was the closest thing to an apology anyone had said to him. Karen was equally surprised, and thought that perhaps this man wasn't entirely dislikeable after all.

That was the last time John had had to spank Nathan: with the aid of a simple pair of glasses, the boy transformed into one of the brightest pupils he had ever taught. Looking at him now, an angelic 10-year-old intelligently discussing sciences beyond the levels of most boys his age, he had harboured, dare he think it, respect, for the slave. Some questions were never answered, though: just what did the Kerringtons have in mind for an intelligent slave? Why even bother spending so much time and money on his education in the first place?

He had learned the ownership of the slave was transferred to the Kerringtons' boy, Oscar, some years ago, and he had no doubt that a lad as good-looking as Oscar surely had the libido to match. Given how possessive he was of Nathan, he assumed that, as with most young slaves, Nathan was the sexual plaything of the teenager, but that only made the effort spent on Nathan's education all the more puzzling, if anything a slave as exquisite as Nathan would surely fetch a good price in a brothel. The slave should be making the family money, not costing it. At the very least, Nathan didn't need to be educated to suck his teenaged master's cock.

Not that he was complaining, of course; the money had been good, so good, in fact, that he had nearly paid off his mortgage, as well as having healthy savings and owning a not inconsiderable amount of shares in the Kerrington Group. He had even been introduced to a few of the Kerringtons' friends, slowly rebuilding his reputation, although he had had to disguise the fact that he was the family slave's teacher.

Nathan's day of learning ended all too soon for him; before he knew it, the 5 hours of schooling finished, with a few breaks in between, but it didn't matter, he liked spending time with his master even more than he liked learning new and wonderful things.

Chapter 5

'Good morning, birthday boy.' Kyle barged through the already open door, still dressed only in his boxer shorts; Lewis on the other hand was dressed in his customary morning outfit: a thick cartoon nappy that was still wet from the previous night's 'accident', and a colourful pair of socks. He was already up and reading the morning's news on his computer. 'Good morning sir,' Lewis replied, even though it had only been a few weeks since Kyle had been promoted to a 'big boy'. Lewis had already adapted to addressing Kyle properly; it wasn't all that difficult for him, after all, he had had to address a lot of people as 'sir' already. Of course, given the choice, he would still much rather address the younger boy by his first name.

'Let's get you out of your nappy; come over here,' Kyle said cheerfully as he waved Lewis over to the bed. He obeyed without hesitation and began to make his way over, although the fullness of his saturated nappy had made his waddle slightly more exaggerated. Once over, he lay down in front of the smaller boy without needing to be told. 'How does it feel to be fourteen?' Kyle asked nonchalantly as he ripped one of the tapes off Lewis' nappy.

'It's pretty cool, I guess,' Lewis answered haphazardly as Kyle ripped the second tape of his nappy.

'Do you feel like you're a big boy now?' Kyle asked again as he peeled back the wet nappy to reveal Lewis' hairless immature privates. Were Lewis at a better angle, he might have spotted Kyle's flash of gleeful grin.

'Um… no sir, I think I'm still a little boy who needs help from big boys like you,' Lewis replied after a short pause. With years of practice behind him, it didn't take long for him to come up with an ideal answer.

'I'm glad you know that, Lewis. We actually had a discussion to decide whether you're ready to be given some big boy responsibilities, and we all agreed that you're still a little boy who needs our help to keep you in check, even if you're now fourteen,' Kyle explained calmly as he tugged Lewis' nappy from under his bottom and placed it next to him. 'Do you know what the biggest thing was that made us decide you're still a little boy?' Kyle asked as he began to wipe Lewis' nether region clean to prevent rashes.

Lewis thought for a moment, but he was quite stumped. This seemed to be a genuine question, and he truthfully couldn't think of an answer; after all, as far as he was concerned he was ready to be a big boy, but was scared to argue about it. 'Um… I don't know, sir; maybe because I can't cum yet like big boys can?' Lewis replied cautiously.

There was a moment of silence. 'Hmm, that's not a bad reason, I suppose, since you're still a little boy who only has dry orgasms, but we actually didn't talk about that at all; we didn't even talk about your tiny willy and balls,' Kyle explained. 'The biggest reason,' Kyle carried on, 'is this,' Kyle said as he held up Lewis' wet nappy. 'You're fourteen years old, Lewis, but you're still wetting the bed, and we need to put you in a nappy every night. Do you think a bed-wetter like you is ready to be treated like a big boy?' Kyle asked rhetorically.

'No, sir,' Lewis nonetheless replied shamefully, knowing that giving an embarrassing answer would be an ego boost for the little boy. 'Do you think big boys need to be put in a nappy every night?' Kyle asked again.

Lewis responded with the same answer.

'Exactly; there were other things as well, obviously, like just last night when you didn't do as you were told a few times and we had to give you a punishment spanking,' Kyle said, to which Lewis responded by quietly nodding. 'We did agree that you're learning how to respect your seniors better, but if you want to be treated like a big boy you really need to work hard on stopping wetting the bed,' Kyle advised.

'Anyway, don't worry about big boy stuff for now; you're still a little boy, and you should probably enjoy it while it lasts; being a big boy is a lot of responsibility, you know?' Kyle went on. 'And since it's your birthday today I'll allow you a privilege that's usually only for big boys,' Kyle said, as he took hold of Lewis' little flaccid penis with his thumb and index finger, rubbing them along its length. 'Now, little boys like you only get to have dry orgasms as special treats if you've behaved and asked nicely, but for today only we'll let you have a few dry orgasms, and if you want one at any time today you just need to ask; unless you've been really naughty, Ben and I won't turn you down,' Kyle finished, as his rubbing took effect. Lewis was now sporting his nearly two and a half inch [5cm] little rod.

'Th… Thank you sir,' Lewis muttered as Kyle continued to manipulate his small cock. Silence fell in the room, but as time passed Lewis' breathing became heavier as a result of Kyle's relentless efforts. Lewis could feel pleasure once again building up from his groin, a pleasure he always savoured, but could only receive after utter humiliation. Soon enough his hips were gently rocking to complement Kyle's now practised stroke, having already given Lewis a few dry orgasms as rewards, and since Kyle was keen to move onto the next item of the day's agenda, he mercifully sped up his strokes, which immediately sent Lewis over the edge.

'I'm having a dry orgasm, sir!' Lewis loudly announced, before bucking and convulsing in a futile attempt to eject cum out of his undeveloped balls. Kyle grinned again: the sight of the older boy convulsing in a pathetic dry orgasm as he stretched his socked feet never ceased to amuse him; he would have quite happily given Lewis some more dry orgasms, but alas, as a big boy, he felt that it was his duty to make sure Lewis was treated properly.

'Thank you for letting me have a dry orgasm, sir,' Lewis thanked his younger senior.

'You're welcome,' Kyle said with a smile. 'Now, you can have as many dry orgasms as you like, but you still need to tell me why we have rules for little boys like you having dry orgasms,' he finished.

'Yes sir. I'm not allowed to have a dry orgasm without permission or supervision from big boys like you because I'm still only a little boy who can't cum yet, so I don't need to have an orgasm to stay healthy, and I will just be doing it for fun, and I won't be able to control myself without help from my seniors, and grow up to be a bad person.' Lewis recited the familiar lines as his guts tied up in a knot.

'That's right,' Kyle said as he ruffled Lewis' hair. He then made his way to the chest of drawers, leaving Lewis naked on his bed. A short moment later he waved Lewis over, and knelt down with Lewis' underwear. Instinctively, Lewis stepped into the leg holes to be dressed by the younger boy, and a snug pair of briefs was soon protecting him from the open air. Lewis looked down to see just what sort of humiliation Kyle had in store for him; to his surprise, it was one of his more 'mature' pairs of briefs, mature of course being a relative term, as there wasn't a single pair of briefs without some kind of cartoon print in Lewis' collection. This particular pair, though, only had one small print on the front: an ambulance with the word 'VROOM' dynamically printed, on a yellow pair of briefs. It was still a childish shade, of course, but it wasn't like his green or red or multi-coloured briefs. The yellow was quite light; in fact, at a distance on a bright day, one might even mistake Lewis for wearing plain white briefs, which in Lewis' mind would be even worse.

'Ok, on your knees then, Lewis.' Kyle ordered.

Having expected the command, Lewis quickly knelt down in front of Kyle. 'Please may I suck your cock, sir?' he asked.

'Go ahead.' Kyle said meekly, and Lewis sprung into action and pulled down Kyle's tenting boxer shorts, revealing Kyle's already hard 3.5" [9cm] cock, which was eagerly looking forward to its release. Without further ado, Lewis engulfed Kyle's cock in his mouth and began pleasuring him as Kyle tentatively stroked the hair of the bigger boy sucking his cock.

The sucking was masterful as always, and Lewis did not forget to look up whenever he could to show his submission to the younger boy, especially as he was teasing Kyle's smooth shaft and hairless balls with his tongue. His every action betrayed how he felt: as he savoured and worshipped the younger boy's bigger cock: his innards were filled with shame and disgust despite the years of humiliation. There was no doubt that he had long-since accepted that things would never change, that he would always have to obey his seniors, but he was never able to accept his treatment, to learn to like it, to believe that it was right.

Before long, he could feel Kyle's breathing deepen. Kyle then took a firm grip of his hair and began face-fucking Lewis in earnest. The strokes were much more controlled than Kyle's earlier attempts, allowing Kyle to prolong his pleasure inside the older boy's warm mouth. As much as he was able to control the build-up of pleasure, however, he was not able to keep the impending climax at bay forever, not that he ever intended to. With a small grunt he pulled most of his cock out of Lewis' mouth, but left the head in and began stroking his cock with his free hand. This was suggested not long ago by his brother, who said it would help Lewis learn his place and remember who was in charge better if Lewis got a proper taste of Kyle's cum, rather than just blasting it all down his throat all the time.

Just as Kyle was approaching climax and stoking his cock to deliver his boy juice to Lewis, he felt Lewis' tongue tickle the underside of his cock's glans, and it was all over: with a low grunt the first burst of cream erupted from his cock, coating the inside of Lewis' mouth with the salty substance; this was followed by another burst, and another, the small boy's body jerking every time as he deposited what Kyle would like to think of as 'obedience medicine' inside Lewis. Lewis' talent betrayed him again as his tongue continued to stimulate the most sensitive part of Kyle's cock to obtain the spermless semen from Kyle in unison with Kyle's hand.

When it was all over, Kyle exhaled with a sigh, but as if Lewis' talent as a cock-sucker knew no limit, Lewis bobbed his head up and down a few more times on the softening cock after Kyle lowered his obstructing hand, eliciting a meek squeak from the 9-year-old, and inducing one final orgasmic spasm and another small burst of cum. Needless to say, Lewis' expertise had unwittingly affirmed Kyle's belief that he liked cocks.

'Thank you for letting me suck your cock to help me be a good little boy, sir.' Lewis thanked Kyle as he looked up at the younger boy, still kneeling on the ground in his briefs and socks with Kyle's deflating cock in front of his face.

'You're welcome. I'm happy to see that you are really making an effort to show me you know how to be a good little boy,' Kyle said with a satisfied smile.

Lewis smiled in return, then a thought struck him. It was his birthday, and he wanted to do everything he could to make sure that he would enjoy it, but as far as he knew there was only one sure way to stay on the good side of his brothers, and he wasn't sure that he wanted to go through with it. In the end, he decided that it was in his best interest, and began to say what might be the most degrading thing he would say all day, though life often has its surprises.

'Please can you let me suck you again or fuck me later, sir?' Lewis began to ask rhetorically, setting himself up for the big moment. 'I know I'm a little boy and need to do as big boys like you say, but I think I feel that I don't need to obey you because I'm older, even though I'm only a little boy who still wets the bed and needs help from big boys like you to put me in my nappy every night so I don't make a big mess.'

'Well, I think that's a very good idea. It's good to see that you want to be a good little boy,' Kyle said, in awe of the submissive nature of his fourteen-year-old brother.

'Thank you, sir. I think it would be really good because it's my birthday, so it's even more important that you show me that I'm still only a little boy, even though I'm a-year-older, and that you're a big boy so you're in charge to make sure I don't get naughty.' Lewis humiliated himself further, with the taste of Kyle's semen still strong in his mouth.

Oddly enough he didn't feel the usual gut wrench that often accompanied his speeches, in that he only felt somewhat ashamed of making the speech.

Kyle felt nauseous with power: he didn't feel this kind of rush even when he spanked his older little brother for the first time, or the first time he had his cock sucked. It was overwhelming: he felt that he had complete authority over the little boy knelt in front of him in his childish underwear and socks, and it brought forth a sense of gratification that was distinctly different from sexual highs.

'That's really sensible of you, Lewis,' Kyle said as he ruffled Lewis' hair again 'Now why don't you get dressed and ready for your day?' he carried on.

'Yes sir,' Lewis chirped, sounding almost cheerful and proud of his senior's compliment, getting up to retrieve his shorts and t-shirt for the day, whilst Kyle returned to his room to do the same.

Minutes later, they headed downstairs together, greeting their older brothers. 'Happy Birthday, bro,' Luke said with little enthusiasm, without turning away from the TV.

'Happy Birthday, Lewis,' Ben said more energetically, with a broad smile across his face. 'How's your birthday so far?' he asked.

'It's very good, sir,' Lewis replied, grasping the meaning behind Ben's question. 'Kyle allowed me to have a dry orgasm this morning, and he said I can have as many dry orgasms as I like today, if I'm a good little boy,' Lewis carried on with a well-practiced smile.

'And he's being a very good little boy so far,' Kyle chipped in, reaching up to ruffle the teenager's hair.

'Oh? Why do you say that?' Ben said, curious at what went on behind the scenes.

'Tell him what you told me after you sucked my cock this morning, Lewis,' Kyle said, without the slightest bit of reservation.

'Yes sir,' Lewis started. He had expected that the speech would be repeated, even before he said it after sucking Kyle's cock, so he went on, 'I told Kyle that I think that because I'm a few years older than him, I don't need to obey him, which makes me sometimes be naughty, even though I'm only a little boy who's still a bedwetter and needs to be put in a nappy every night , so I asked him to let me suck his cock again or fuck me today to teach me that I'm still only a little boy who needs to do as I'm told. Also, I said that it would be very good to do this on my birthday, because I need to know that even though I'm a-year-older, I still need to obey my seniors like you and Kyle.' It actually felt more natural when he was saying this on his knees looking up at Kyle, rather than as he was now, standing and saying it to the smaller boy.

'Well, it does sound like you're determined to show us that you can be a good little boy,' Ben said, impressed and amused at the older boy's self-degradation at the same time. 'But,' he went on to say, 'it's one thing to tell us that you want to be a good little boy; in the end, you'll need to show us that you're a good little boy who knows to obey his seniors,' Ben hinted.

Lewis was not unaware of the meaning behind Ben's words, and pondered his options briefly. After all, he was going to have to do the deed sooner or later, and it was quite clear that it would be to his benefit if it was done sooner. In the end he decided to take the option with a little less hassle, enthusiastically dropping to his knees and looking up at Ben. 'Please can I suck your cock, sir?' he said in his usual cheerful manner that he had mastered over the years. The other option, of course, was to strip and ask Ben to fuck him, but he had just got dressed and didn't fancy taking his clothes off again; in any case, if Ben wanted to fuck Lewis all he needed to do was ask.

'Well, asking to suck your senior's cock without needing to be told, you are being a good little boy today,' Ben said. 'Go ahead, then,' he carried on. At which point Lewis undid Ben's jeans and took out Ben's expectedly erect cock, taking it into his mouth and deep-throating the throbbing meat, burying his nose in the 11-year-old's pubes without any modesty for the presence of Luke.

What followed was the usual scene of Lewis' utter submission to the boy, hungrily sucking Ben's cock to appease him as much as possible, occasionally licking Ben's cock and balls and looking up to Ben with a mask of admiration and respect.

Ben was enjoying Lewis' manipulation enormously. During the weeks since Kyle was promoted to 'big boy' status, he had intended to let Kyle take on most of the responsibilities of disciplining and taking care of Lewis as an introduction, but eventually he grew quite frustrated as his pubescent hormones screamed for release every morning when he normally would have had Lewis suck him, or fucked Lewis, but for the sake of his little brother's development, and his 'littlest' brother's future, he endured. Lately though, he had grown accustomed to, or even appreciated, the small act of abstinence, as he realised that by just delaying his pleasure a little, he had even better orgasms.

'I'm about to cum,' Ben said amidst his heavy breathing as Lewis was tenderly bobbing his head along the length of his cock. 'Make sure you don't spill any, and get a good taste of it; remember, even though you're turning fourteen today, you're still only a little boy who can't cum like me and Kyle can, so you're older, but we're more mature and your seniors, so you need to listen to us,' he carried on, as he gasped and began to cum inside Lewis' mouth in the same fashion that Kyle had done earlier.

As his mouth was flooded with blasts of Ben's salty cum, the acrid taste did inevitably make Lewis remember that even though he was fourteen and considerably older than the two younger boys he'd sucked off today, the fact that they were mature enough to cum whilst he was incapable of the same when he convulsed in a completely dry orgasm rang annoyingly true. He was 14 years old; even as late bloomers go, surely he should be capable of shooting something, anything, out of his 2.5" [6cm] rod; alas, that was not to be.

'Thank you for letting me suck your cock to help remind me that you're my senior and to be a good little boy, sir,' Lewis said with a smile as he looked up to Ben.

'That's all right; we all want you to be a good little boy in the end, and don't forget, the biggest reason why you're treated like a little boy is because you can still be naughty sometimes, so we know we can't trust you with the responsibilities of a big boy yet, and because you're still a bed-wetter,' Ben finished as he stroked Lewis' hair one last time before Lewis did his jeans back up.

The four lads then continued as though nothing special had happened, and in their defence, to them, what happened was nothing out of the ordinary. Luke didn't lose focus on the television one bit during the whole time Lewis sucked Ben, or at least that was what he would like the other boys to believe. Kyle and Lewis headed towards the kitchen to grab some breakfast, whilst Ben rejoined Luke in watching the morning television.

Just as Lewis finished his breakfast and entered the living room, the doorbell rang. Luke eagerly jumped up to open the door, behind which was Luke's attractive blossoming girlfriend. They greeted each other and had a brief kiss. Both Lewis and Ben had seen Luke's girlfriend often enough, and since she never really bothered to acknowledge them, they responded likewise. Just before the couple headed up to their room, they heard Luke shouting, rather loudly 'No trouble!' as fair warning to his brothers that he didn't want to be disturbed.

Kyle soon joined Lewis and Ben in the living room. A few laughs were had whilst watching TV, and some of the time they discussed plans of what to do for Lewis' birthday, which mostly revolved around venturing outdoors. The parents had again left their children to their own devices, as they were away attending some faraway conference, which meant that the family celebration of Lewis' birthday was going to be at the weekend instead, although they did leave a considerable sum of money for the boys to entertain themselves with on Lewis' actual birthday.

After a few minutes of heated discussion, the doorbell rang again, and Ben told Lewis to go and answer the door. Lewis did so without argument, and greeted the charming 11-year-old red head standing behind it.

'Hi, James,' Lewis said, rather pleased. Of all of Ben's friends, James was perhaps the one that Lewis could tolerate the most; although all Ben's friends took joy in belittling and ridiculing Lewis, there was always an air of sincerity from James; he treated Lewis like a little boy like everyone else of course, but James' gestures always seemed to gravitate towards treating Lewis like an actual little brother, partly because James was an only child and liked being around Lewis, as he provided a semblance of having a younger sibling. This was no coincidence of course. Ben could have invited one of his better friends over, who were not so kind towards Lewis, but given that Lewis had seemed to enjoy the company of James, he decided that he could satisfy his ego another time, and allow Lewis to make the best of his birthday.

Standing at 5 foot [1.5m] exactly, James was a good 6 inches [15cm] shorter than Lewis, but that didn't stop the boy from behaving like Lewis' big brother. 'Hey, Lewis, happy birthday,' James congratulated as a smile appeared across his face. His eyes were a dark green, and as Lewis had rightly assessed, held no malice. They nicely complemented the boyish small nose and the characteristic white-red hue of a red-head's complexion.

'Thank you,' Lewis said, returning a rare smile that wasn't faked.

'Here, I got you a present,' James said after stepping inside, handing Lewis a small blue package that was adorned with stars with a card attached to the top. Lewis opened the card first, and it had a rather generic birthday message and some scribbling of an 11-year-old, but also a picture of a dragon that James had drawn.

'Can I open it now?' Lewis asked politely.

'Of course, it's your birthday, go ahead,' James replied.

The wrapped present was small and rectangular, and it was soft and fairly squidgy. He tore the wrapping paper to reveal his gift, but upon seeing it, he paused for an imperceptible moment before resuming a smile of pretence at the sight of the expectedly disappointing present. 'Thanks, James, these look really cool,' Lewis lied. Although he didn't like the present, it was understandable that James thought he would have liked it.

'Aww, these look really cute,' Kyle commented upon seeing Lewis' present. 'Yer, they're really cool; thanks, James,' Lewis thanked hollowly as he kept his eyes on the pack of Winnie the Pooh-themed briefs.

'You're welcome,' James said, happy to see that Lewis liked his present.

'Why don't you try them on, Lewis?' Ben asked.

'I would like to, sir, but James probably wants to sit down and have a rest first.' Lewis said in an attempt to tactfully delay his embarrassment.

'Come on, Lewis, you don't need to be shy; it's not like we've never seen a little boy naked before,' Ben pressed on, making it subtly clear that it was an order, not a request.

Not daring to risk Ben's wrath by having him ask twice, Lewis promptly undid his shorts, pulled them down and stepped out of them, revealing his yellow 'VROOM' ambulance briefs beneath. After a momentary pause, he also pulled his shirt off and stood there in his briefs and socks, but that didn't last long either, as his briefs quickly fell down to his ankles to give his hairless cock and balls some fresh air. After that, he opened the packet of briefs James had gifted him, and pulled a pair out.

It was a white pair of briefs with Tiggers jumping around playing football, and pulled them on. The pair of briefs seemed even tighter than the ones Lewis was used to, and accentuated the small lump on his groin.

'You look really cute in your little boy's undies, Lewis,' Kyle complimented.

'Thank you, sir.' Lewis replied as he began to blush. 'You do look cute, Lewis; it's very kind of James to have given you a present,' Ben began to say. 'I think you should thank James properly,' Ben said, not being very subtle this time.

Lewis immediately, almost instinctively, dropped to his knees. 'It's really cool, James; please may I suck your cock?' Lewis said to the 11-year-old. James was a little taken aback: he was perhaps one of the few associates of Ben whom Lewis had yet to suck off, because James was usually only invited to occasions where there were more people around, and as much as Ben enjoyed humiliating Lewis, he wasn't bold enough to do it to that extent in large groups. Those who did receive service from Lewis were warned not to make it public, at the risk of not receiving Lewis' services again.

'O… err, I'm not sure,' James replied, despite the tingle in crotch at the thought of receiving his first ever blowjob.

'Don't worry, James, Lewis likes sucking big boys' cocks. Besides, it helps teach him to be a good little boy.' Ben encouraged the redhead. 'Yes, James, please can I suck your cock?' Lewis pleaded on his knees in his Tigger briefs and colourful socks.

'Well, ok, I guess,' James said, still somewhat uncertain. He then moved his hands towards his jeans, but was intercepted by Lewis, who moved his hands to the buttons on James' jeans before he could reach them. The experienced teenager opened the younger boy's jeans, surprisingly revealing a pair of briefs, although unlike his own colourful and childish briefs, James' briefs were plain blue.

Not really giving it a second thought, Lewis pulled the slightly more grown-up underwear down to reveal James' smooth cock already risen to half-mast at 3" [7.5cm]. Lewis leaned forward and took the cock in his mouth, swilling the smooth organ around in his mouth, masterfully avoiding any scraping from his teeth and eliciting a moan of pleasure from James, whose knees buckled momentarily at the unexpectedly intense pleasure. His cock reacted too, quickly rising to full mast inside Lewis' mouth, slightly bigger than Kyle's.

Lewis carried on sucking diligently, deploying every trick he knew, tickling the underside of James' engorged cockhead with his tongue, licking and nibbling his smooth sack and small balls as he looked up submissively.

Pleasure was building up quickly for James, but unlike his more confident peers he only rested his hands on Lewis' shoulders, rather than taking a firm hold of Lewis' head as audible gasps of ecstasy escaped him, the inevitable result of having your cock sucked for the first time by an expert.

As he neared orgasm, James moaned loudly, and his knees finally gave way and threatened collapse. Were it not for Lewis' hands holding his hips, the boy would no doubt have ended up on the floor. For Lewis' part, he could tell that James was nearing orgasm, and though it had never happened before, he suspected that the younger boy's knees might not hold him. He made sure that he had a firm hold of his waist, and as James' knees went weak, he could feel the hard cock in his mouth get even harder with a particularly strong pulse, accompanied by the first spurt of cum.

That first spurt of cum was followed by several more, along with quieter grunts as James' cock expelled the juice more forcefully than it had ever done before. Finally the orgasm ceased, the cloud of pleasure dissipated, and strength returned to his knees once more.

'Wow, that was amazing,' James said simply.

'Thank you for letting me suck your cock and swallow your cum to help me be a good little boy, James,' Lewis replied.

'Thank you for doing that, Lewis,' James thanked back.

'You don't need to thank him, James, he loves doing it anyway!' Kyle said, laughing away.

'Still, um… maybe I can do something for you too?' James said less certainly. Lewis was taken aback; no one had said anything like that to him. 'Well, I don't want your willy in my mouth, but maybe I can err stroke it?' he followed, simply wanting to return the favour to Lewis, though not bold enough to do it the same way. Lewis still didn't know how to react, and he looked to his seniors for a response whilst still kneeling there in his socks and briefs.

'Hmm, I don't see why not; we've already said that Lewis is allowed to have as many dry orgasms as he'd like today, provided he isn't too naughty,' Ben said thoughtfully.

'What do you think, Lewis?' James asked the older boy on the floor. 'That'd be cool.' Lewis said hesitantly, but at the same time oddly excited, and he felt his rod twitch within the confines of his briefs.

'Erm… should we go to the sofa?' James asked, although he was already making his way to the sofa, and Lewis followed without any objections.

Once there, James sat down and motioned for Lewis to sit on his lap. It was only after Lewis had sat down that he realised his mistake, as he slipped his fingers inside Lewis' Tigger undies. Lewis wriggled awkwardly to lower his briefs. At last, Lewis had Tigger around his knees, and revealed nearly 2.5 inches [6cm] of hard, pre-pubescent cock.

James hesitated briefly as he saw the 14-year-old's undeveloped cock, but with a sharp inhale of air he drew the courage to reach forth. 'Here goes…' he said as he reached for the older boy's smaller boner, although given its size he could only utilise 3 of his fingers.

As soon as James' fingers made contact with the older boy's small penis, Lewis gave a quiet moan of pleasure. This was the first time someone who wasn't family had touched his cock. He had had the cocks of people who weren't family in his mouth and elsewhere, of course, but this was the first time that the roles were reversed.

When James commenced the familiar masturbatory motion it was like nothing he had ever felt before: every fibre of his being seemed to be focussed on his cock, small as it might be. He could feel the grooves and curves of James' fingers on his penis, and as they ran over the small but nonetheless prominent head of his cock, there was a jolt of pleasure that made his toes curl in his socks.

Compared to his normal release, this pleasure was much more intense, almost unbearable. He was moaning audibly now, eyes washed out and unfocussed, his hands gripped in a tight fist, and his toes stretched to the limit of possibility. His breathing began to shorten and he was oblivious to his surroundings, even the fact that his obvious pleasure was making the experience all the more enjoyable for James, who was rather proud at the results of his efforts. Recognising that Lewis was on the edge, he sped up his strokes, pushing Lewis past the point of no return.

Just as Lewis reached the apex of pleasure, years of conditioning took their toll, despite the extraordinary pleasure 'I'm having a dry orgasm, sir!' Lewis announced, even louder than usual, before powerful, electrifying pleasure coursed through his body. As the waves of pleasure washed over him, Lewis spasmed accordingly on James' lap. James tortuously kept the speed up for the first waves of Lewis' orgasm before mercifully slowing down. He was grateful that Lewis wasn't yet capable of producing any cum, otherwise it would have made the experience much more messy, in fact, it might have deterred him from returning the favour to Lewis in such a way altogether.

'Tha.. Thank you for letting me have a dry orgasm… erm. ss… James,' Lewis said as he tried to catch his breath.

'You need to call him sir, Lewis; you swallowed his cum, didn't you? So you know he's bigger and more mature than you are,' Ben interjected over Lewis' uncertainty.

'Thank you for letting me have a dry orgasm, sir,' the fourteen-year-old said to the younger ginger boy on the second occasion.

'You're welcome,' the timid ginger boy said with a small smile, his heart still racing at the knowledge of the pleasure he had delivered. 'You need to ask him why little boys aren't allowed to play with themselves to help him remember the rules too, James,' Kyle added all too cheerfully.

'Ok… why shouldn't you play with yourself, Lewis?' James asked quizzically, somewhat confused, given how sexually active the brothers were.

'Because I'm still a little boy who can't cum yet, so I'm not allowed to have a dry orgasm without permission and supervision from big boys like you, because big boys who can cum need to have orgasms to stay healthy, but I would just be doing it for fun, so I need help from big boys to control myself and be good,' Lewis answered, still somewhat short of breath, as he was recovering from the throes of pleasure, although the powerful orgasm had also meant that his embarrassment wasn't as evident as it would have been otherwise when he made the submissive speech, since his face was still flushed red.

After that, James nudged Lewis to stand up, and then dutifully pulled up his Tigger briefs to cover Lewis' immature organs. To Lewis' dismay, no further items of clothing were offered before Ben decided to start a round of games; thus Lewis was to remain in only his briefs and socks.

'By the way, here's the present I got you,' Ben said, after announcing that they were going to play the games, handing over a small, not very well gift-wrapped object. Lewis dreaded what was inside the box; he had just been given one of the most humiliating presents of his life, and didn't want to think what Ben had in store for him. 'Thank you, sir,' he said cheerfully as he gingerly reached out and took the gift. Upon feeling the present, he noticed that it was quite hard, so probably not an item of clothing. When he opened it, he was pleasantly surprised that it was a box containing a shoot-it game that only came out mere days ago. There had been a lot of marketing for the game, and he had mentioned in passing how cool it looked. He was surprised that Ben actually got him a nice present, especially since his brother was more interested in sports games.

When the games commenced, they decided to battle each other in a free for all, which meant the teenager was winning nearly every round. Eventually they decided that they had had enough, and took turns pairing up to play in campaign, although they still occasionally shot each other in the back. The morning was enjoyable, and as with all enjoyable moments it passed without really being noticed. Before they knew it they had finished an arc of the game that signalled they were a quarter of the way through. Lewis even managed to forget that he was sitting on the floor in briefs and socks whilst the younger boys were fully dressed on the sofa.

Incidentally, that was when Luke came downstairs with his girlfriend in tow. 'Anyone up for some lunch?' Luke asked the boys, who all yelled cheerfully in agreement. 'Ooh, hello cutie,' the girl said to Lewis teasingly, with a grin, as she danced past, making Lewis blush as he realised that he was barely dressed with a girl he barely knew in the house.

The unspoken rule of the house had been that Lewis was to remain as he was unless told otherwise, meaning that unless he was specifically told to put more clothes on, he was to remain in his Tigger briefs and socks. He pondered whether the presence of Luke's girlfriend, who had not seen him in his underwear until today, constituted sufficiently extraordinary circumstances for him to justify taking the initiative of getting dressed, or at least asking whether he would be allowed to.

After analysing all the factors, he concluded that however he felt, being seen by a girl in his underwear was hardly something to cry about, not to mention that whilst today was a celebration of his birthday, he also aimed to get on the good side of his brothers. To achieve this goal, he needed to display as little modesty and dignity as possible, so rather than asking for permission to be dressed, he made a suggestion to move onto a different game with shorter rounds to fill in the time until lunch was ready.

The group went with the suggestion, and half an hour later a lunch of various mismatched food items that only needed to be put in the oven was laid on the plates. They discussed plans over lunch. Unsurprisingly, Luke and his girlfriend were staying in to make the most of the time that the parents weren't home. The others had some vague plans to go out in the afternoon, but nothing had been set in stone.

Lunch was soon over, and the group all chipped in to clean up, leaving a kitchen that was tidier than one would expect for a group of kids who were by themselves. Luke and his girlfriend slipped back upstairs, while the younger kids went back to the living room to start the games again, although Lewis was still finishing the last of the washing-up by himself. He could hear the commotion in the living room as the boys started a different game in his absence.

When he finished, he knew it was time to make good on his words this morning, so he causally walked into the living room, with the younger boys paying little attention to him. Quietly, he slipped off his Tigger briefs, then went down on all fours between the sofa and the TV, ass pointing directly at the boys.

'Sirs, please can you fuck me now?' he asked meekly.

'Urr ermm…' James mumbled, not sure what to make of the situation.

Kyle and Ben grinned, knowing what Lewis was up to.

'You want us to fuck you?' Ben said, amused. 'Yer, do we have to fuck you now?' Kyle joined in, equally amused at the sight of the 14-year-old on all fours in front of him in just a pair of socks, asking to be fucked, with his small boyish bum cheeks parting slightly, revealing a pink hairless bumhole.

Lewis knew full well how much pleasure his 'younger' brothers took in humiliating him and having him degrade himself, and with feelings that were growing uncomfortably familiar to him, he was prepared to do just about anything to please them. 'Yes sirs, please fuck me; you promised you would fuck me to help me be a good little boy,' Lewis begged embarrassingly.

'I don't remember making that promise. I was just happy that you were finally learning to be a better little boy,' Kyle said. 'Did you promise anything?' he asked as he turned to Ben. 'No, I didn't promise anything either.' Ben said, shrugging his shoulders.

Lewis didn't expect the brothers to continue playing dumb; normally they would have 'reluctantly' agreed to fuck him at this point, but it seemed that just as he began to accept his subservient existence to the young boys, they grew bolder in their attempts to humiliate him, but he had no choice other than to play along.

'Please sir, can I at least suck your cock?' he asked again as he turned around and knelt in front of the boys. 'I know I really need help to learn to be a good little boy, and since it's my birthday, I need you to help me remember that even though I'm older, you're still my seniors, and I need to obey you.'

'True, you might be 14 but you still wet the bed!' Ben said satisfyingly.

'Yes, sir, and thank you for putting me in my nappy and helping with my bedwetting,' Lewis responded, even though Kyle was usually the one putting him in his nappy these days.

'Yer, I'm only 9, and I don't wet the bed,' Kyle joined in happily.

'Well, I suppose we should help remind the bedwetter that he's still a little boy,' Ben said, sounding convincingly annoyed that their game time was being disrupted, despite sporting a boner at the sight of the teenager degrading himself and in anticipation of fucking the older boy.

'I suppose,' Kyle said, sounding just as bothered.

'All right, back on your hands and knees then,' Ben said as he made an exaggerated effort of getting off the sofa.

At the same time, Kyle came up with a bright idea all by himself. 'Stay facing the sofa though, you can suck my cock at the same time,' Kyle chirped.

'Thank you sir; sucking your cock and getting fucked at the same time will be a really good reminder that I'm still a little boy, and help me obey my seniors,' Lewis thanked submissively as he shuffled to position his face directly at Kyle's crotch, kneeling up to free his hands so that he could undo his senior's trousers.

The little boy's trousers and boxer shorts were soon around his ankles, revealing 3.5 inches [9cm] of young lust; at the same time the slightly older boy had already removed his own trousers, brandishing a pulsating 5-inch [12.5cm] cock that was eager for action. Having grabbed the living room moisturiser that was to substitute for lube, he applied it liberally to his cock before kneeling behind the oldest boy in the room, taking aim.

Lewis wasn't quite on all fours as he had been told, since it would have been quite impossible to give Kyle a decent blowjob if he couldn't stabilise himself, so instead he had rested his elbows on the sofa, close to Kyle's hips. He had only teasingly licked the younger boy's cock and balls so far, since he knew from experience what to expect when getting double-teamed. He could feel Ben's cock lining up behind him, and soon, with one swift, forceful, practised thrust, Ben was balls-deep inside him.

Though it was far from the first time he had entered the older boy, the warmth that enveloped Ben's cock made his heart skip a beat, not to mention the arousing painful grunt his pride yielded from the teenager. He held still for a moment for the boy to grow accustomed to the intrusion, and when the teenager went down on his little brother's cock, he took it as cue to start fucking in earnest, not that he cared about the older boy's comfort, but he wanted Kyle to enjoy the experience as well, especially since he came up with the idea of double-teaming all by himself.

The room was soon filled with the sounds of young debauchery: colliding flesh, high-pitched grunts, and shameless instruction from the youngest boy to the teenager: 'lick the head' 'go along the side', 'suck my balls'. As they continued, the boys' sweaty bodies filled the room with sex, and even the only non-participant grew uncomfortably hard.

'Haaa, I'm going to cum,' Kyle said, almost squealing at the intense sensory overload after Lewis worked his balls again.

'I'm close too,' Ben grunted, somewhat more composed. The two boys then took it upon themselves to work on the grand finale, with the older tightening his grip on the teenager's hips and pumping the pleasure hole at increasing pace; the younger, similarly, grasped a handful of hair and worked his hips to maximum pleasure.

A moment later, the boys cummed in perfect unison and bred Lewis in both ends, the older boy grunting as blasts of cream transferred into the used hole, whilst the younger attempted to imitate without much success, yelping intermittently as he too unloaded into the teenager. When it was all over, they both exhaled and traded winning grins.

'That's good little boy, Lewis.' Ben said happily as he gave Lewis a light slap on the buttocks.

'Thank you, sir,' Lewis responded, though struggling a little, as he was swallowing the last of Kyle's cum.

'How about you, James, want a go? I mean, help Lewis be a good little boy?' Ben asked the boy watching all of this.

Surprised by the question, he felt a haze clear in his head, and all of a sudden he noticed he was nursing his boner through his jeans. 'Er… wh.. I mean, sure,' he responded, almost enthusiastically, with lust overcoming modesty. He got up and walked to where Ben was.

'Sorry about the sloppy seconds,' Ben said with a giggle as he moved to let James take his place.

The thought of coming into contact with Ben's cum was off putting, but the possible treasure that Lewis's hole held outweighed that by a considerable margin. 'Is it ok if I do this, Lewis?' James asked, just to be sure.

'O yes, sir, please fuck me to help me be a good little boy,' Lewis replied submissively.

'He loves it!' Kyle said with a giggle.

Permission granted, James dropped his jeans, which were soon followed by his navy briefs, and he stood there in a t-shirt, white socks with blue heels and toes, and almost 4 inches of adolescent cock, still looking nervous and uncertain.

'Here, I've slicked it up for you, but it doesn't hurt to use a bit more,' Ben said as his handed his friend some moisturiser. 'Go fuck him!' he said jokingly as he gave his friend a nudge, amused by his inexperience and trepidation.

James lubed himself generously, knelt and lined up, even giving Lewis a warning before he gently entered another person for the second time in his life. What followed was a very different scene to the double teaming. James' actions were much more timid, and he was much more concerned about his partner, constantly asking how it was, and if he was doing it right, which further amused the two boys who'd already had their fun.

For Lewis, this was a brand-new experience as well: he had never been asked these questions while he was being fucked before; afterwards, sure, he often had to tell his tormentors how much he enjoyed it, but never during. He answered honestly, and with the frequency of James' question, he was soon just telling him when it felt 'right', responding with, well, there isn't much left to imagination here.

'Uh… uh… yea. O… mmm' Lewis moaned as the younger boy gained confidence and pistoned his hips rhythmically as though he was a seasoned partner. To Lewis' surprise, this was actually proving to be somewhat enjoyable, and he was beginning to forget himself as time and again James managed to hit the sweet spot inside him. Suddenly, a familiar sensation exploded, and he instinctively blurted out the phrase that this had always been associated with: 'O.. ooO, I'm having a dry orgasm sir!!' Lewis had never orgasmed from being fucked before, not even near, and he surprised himself more than anyone. He lost control of all his muscles and spasmed, asshole and all, and he didn't even hear James' orgasmic squeal as he was squeezed to an orgasm more intense than what he was already experiencing.

When it was all over, both boys were exhausted, and the two observers were in stunned silence. 'Holy shit, Lewis, I knew you like getting fucked, but you really liked getting fucked,' Ben said in astonishment.

'Yeah, you didn't even touch your willy!' Kyle said, now no longer able to contain his laughter.

'Thanks, Lewis, that was really good,' James said.

'Thank you for teaching me to be a good little boy, sir,' Lewis responded, still taking deep breaths.

'Well, now that we've all shown Lewis that he's a little boy and we're his seniors, I think we can use a shower before we go out,' Ben said, ending their sexual escapade.

Chapter 6

Oscar was asleep on his bed, the room dimly lit by the rays of sunlight sneaking through the curtains. Nathan was sneaking into the room, tip-toeing, though quite unnecessarily, since his steps were concealed by his socks. Once he was at the bed, he gently lifted the duvet and eased himself under the covers whilst Oscar was still sound asleep.

With practised hands, he gently pulled back Oscar's sleeping bottoms; helpfully, the teenager was already fully erect, fully erect meaning the cock reaching almost 2.5 inches [6cm] in length. Seeing his prize, Nathan greedily took it into his mouth, swirling the cock inside his mouth. The sleeping teenager groaned and turned slightly in his sleep, no doubt having the sweetest of dreams. A few moments later, as the younger boy worked tirelessly on the little cock, the older boy woke and gave the blond head under the covers a firm tug, trying to pull him up.

Nathan resisted the tug, instead becoming bolder in his cock-sucking now that his partner was awake. He felt another tug on his head, but again he uncharacteristically rejected his master's will and kept working on the cock. There wasn't a third tug: Nathan's expert technique made sure that Oscar was much too distracted by exquisite pleasure.

The quiet, calm breathing of Oscar was now completely disrupted, moaning erratically with the occasional squeak, engulfed by the unending pleasures Nathan was providing him. The moaning soon became much more audible; it was impossible to hold back, and suddenly he started thrashing as the dry orgasm hit him, with Nathan still working diligently on the head of his cock.

When the dry orgasm passed, Nathan slid up to greet his master without needing another tug, 'Happy birthday, Oscar,' he said with a cheeky grin.

'Good morning, Nathan,' Oscar replied, smiling right back before the pair joined their lips.

After a long kiss, Oscar pushed Nathan onto his back and mounted the smaller boy with a devilish grin on his face. A moment later he dived right for the blond boy's jewels, slipping his hands into the sides of Nathan's pristine white briefs.

'Wait!' Nathan exclaimed quietly, putting his hands over his master's.

'What's wrong?' Oscar said, stopping abruptly, puzzled and confused.

'Master and Mistress Kerrington want to see you; they said it's important.' Nathan explained.

'Ah, so it's ok for you to suck my cock, but I can't do the same to you?' Oscar said playfully as he released his hold on his young love.

'They asked me to wake you up, and you're awake,' Nathan said. 'They didn't say how,' he finished with a cheeky undertone as he watched the teenager jump off the bed.

'Did they say what it was about?' Oscar asked.

'Nope,' 'Nathan replied plainly, 'and they said I should wait in your room until you come back.'

Intrigued by Nathan's message, Oscar got out of bed quicker than usual, not bothering with a shirt on a warm summer day, though he still made a pit stop in his en-suite to wash his face before heading downstairs.

'Mum, Dad?' Oscar shouted as he headed down, not knowing where his parents were.

'We're in the study,' Mum shouted back.

Oscar entered the study, a room lined with all manner of books on all four walls, which Oscar knew were only for decoration, since actual hard-back books had long gone out of fashion, and because his parents rarely picked up any of them. His parents were sat behind the big dark oak desk at one end of the room, looking calm but much more serious than Oscar would have expected on his birthday.

'Close the door behind you,' Jared said, and a cloud of apprehension cloaked Oscar. Privacy wasn't normally a thing in the house: there were no secrets, only 'good' secrets like a surprise present or party, even from Nathan, who wasn't even in the room and had in fact overheard and been more involved in confidential discussions around the running of the company than any slave had any business to be.

Oscar closed the door and sat down on a chair opposite his parents, suddenly feeling that coming shirtless might be under-dressing. 'Good morning Mum, Dad, what's up?' he said, a little tense.

'We want to talk about Nathan,' Dad said with a hint of caution.

'Oh, what about him?' Oscar asked.

Jared had gone through the conversation several times in his head, like he did for his public addresses, but this one still ranked as one of the more difficult.

'Well, we've made some arrangements, and if you'd like, we can make Nathan a free boy,' Karen said abruptly, noting Jared's difficulty.

Oscar was taken aback, shocked even, as he tried to process what his mum said. He had never heard of a slave being set free before; in fact, it had never happened: once branded a slave you were a slave for life. In this world, slaves were considered closer to a subspecies of humans: defective, promiscuous, and destructive when left to their own devices. Setting one free wasn't just unheard of, it was downright illegal; Oscar had checked! At least until now, it seemed. 'You did? How?' he asked with a mixture of excitement and disbelief.

'It wasn't easy. We did some research and had an idea a few years back. We started asking around, discreetly, two years back. I won't bore you with details, but we started working on the plan a year ago, and a couple of weeks ago we received instructions on what the final steps should be,' Jared joined back in.

'Really? What do we need to do?' Oscar said, more positive now, with unshaken confidence in his parents.

'Well, at the moment, Nathan is legally your property.' (They transferred ownership to Oscar exactly two years ago when he became of age.) 'To set him free, you need to transfer ownership back to us, and then we have some paperwork here that'd make him officially our adopted son,' he said.

'Great, let's do it; where do I sign?' Oscar responded without hesitation.

'Before we do that, we want to make sure you understand the consequences,' Karen rejoined.

'What do you mean?' Oscar asked, less sure now.

Jared cleared his throat, and with keen eyes you would have seen that his face reddened ever so slightly. 'Well, uhh huurrhh, we are pretty sure you're into boys,' Jared said.

Oscar turned bright-faced. 'And that's absolutely fine; we love you all the same,' he hastened to add. 'We're also pretty sure that that the boy you like is Nathan; am I correct?' Jared concluded.

Oscar felt his throat dry up, and the room seemed to get smaller as he felt a rush of blood to his head. He only nodded in response, unable to vocalise his answer in his nervousness. These days no one really had the 'birds and the bees' talk with their parents: everyone was having sex, and everyone knew everyone else was having sex, the proper practice of which were such common knowledge that most children half Oscar's age knew the ins and outs, literally.

Oscar had thought that he was careful in disguising his relationship with Nathan as a simple caring one, like one would have for a sibling, but like many children, he was not nearly as good at deceiving his parents as he thought he was.

'Wh.. what does that have to do with it?' Oscar finally coughed out.

'It's difficult to tell you, but, as much as we have afforded Nathan almost every privilege a free child would have in private, ultimately, he is you property, which means that as long as you own him he is obliged to be with you,' Jared started, 'but if he becomes a free boy, then he won't be: he would be free to choose any boy, or girl, he likes. He's still young, and we can't be sure that you and him, umm…, being together, means that he's gay, especially since you're his master,' he concluded.

There was a moment of silence as Oscar ran through the ramifications in his head more thoroughly. 'No, I'm sure. I want him to be a free boy,' Oscar said with stony certainty, displaying a face of stern determination that was totally out of line with his attire. His parents smiled warmly, proud that Oscar would put the well-being of Nathan above his own.

'Well, if you're sure, then get Nathan so we can complete the paperwork,' Jared said with a sigh, believing that the most difficult part was over.

'All right, back in a sec,' Oscar said before practically leaping out of his seat.

Karen reached over the chair once Oscar was out of sight, and grasped Jared's hand. 'We've done all right with him,' she said with a smile.

'Yer, more than all right,' Jared replied.

Moments later two boys entered. This time Oscar had put a shirt on, whilst Nathan was still in his white briefs and socks garb. Shortly after that, everything was explained to Nathan.

'So all Oscar needs to do is transfer ownership to us; then we can go through the legal stuff to make you our son. What do you think?' Jared finished.

There was a moment of silence, and Nathan looked to be in much deeper thought than he needed to be for the occasion. He had listened quietly when Jared was speaking, as he had always done when listening to them, but now he realised that there was more going on.

'No,' Nathan said abruptly, to the surprise of everyone in the room.

'Wha…' Jared began to say before Nathan dropped out of the chair and onto his knees, eyes reddening with tears on edge. 'Please master, please, keep me as your slave, please!' he begged by Oscar's knees. Oscar was perhaps the most shocked of everyone there: he wasn't sure what was happening.

'What, why, you can be free?' Oscar asked, holding Nathan's hand and trying to pull him up, but he was met with great resistance.

'No, master, I don't want to be free, please keep me as your slave, I beg you!' Nathan continued to plead, tears running down his eyes now, shaking in fear.

'Nathan, calm down,' Jared said, standing up and wanting to hold the small boy. He had no idea why Nathan was behaving in this way: some kind of Stockholm syndrome? Had he been a slave for so long that the idea of freedom scared him? But why? Other slaves, maybe, but he wouldn't have expected freedom to scare Nathan this much, and not only because the therapist had said so. He'd like to think he knew the boy well, and sure, freedom would still be scary for him, but the Nathan he knew was braver than his innocent angelic looks intimated.

Karen was the first to make some sense of the situation. 'Honey, sit, I think I know what's going on,' she said, not loudly enough to cut through Nathan's sobs, but audible to her husband.

'Nathan, be quiet and return to the chair at once,' she shouted, cutting through the noise to stony silence.

Nathan's pleading ceased immediately, and he attempted to stop his sobs. He looked at his master, who gave two quick nods in response, and he returned to his chair. 'Please, mistress Kerrington, I want to be Oscar's slave.' Nathan said across the table. Speaking out of line was a crime for a slave, but he felt compelled to beg.

'I said zip it.' Karen said sternly, but not angrily. Nevertheless, Nathan closed his lips. 'Look, I think I know what's going on here: you love him.' Karen said, matter of factly, quieter now.

Nathan nodded, 'Yes mistress, I love him, he's my master,' he said.

'No, I mean we know you love him, not just as a master,' she carried on.

This put Nathan in quite a pinch: slaves must love their masters, that's a given, but what Karen was insinuating was different. The love she was referring to was forbidden between master and slave, and he dared not put a name to it. If a slave was ever to lie to a free person, this would be a good reason to, but his years at this house taught him that he could be honest here. 'Yes, mistress Kerrington, I love Oscar, I love him with everything that I am,' he finally said.

'And you're worried that you can't love him the same way if you're brothers?' she asked.

'Yes, mistress Kerrington,' Nathan responded simply, head bowed, almost ashamed of himself that a slave dared harbour such feelings for his master, to assume such familiarity.

'Well, don't worry about that, we've known what's happening with you guys for a while.' she began. 'Becoming brothers won't change that: there is nothing to stop you from getting married when you're old enough, even, since you're adopted. There are plenty of cases of adopted children marrying each other; I checked,' she said, much to the relief and delight of Nathan.

'There will be some ground rules though. Even as a free boy, we won't allow you two to be in the same bedroom, that's not appropriate. If we had less bedrooms, maybe, but we have plenty, so you will each have your own room,' Karen continued, as she noted a slight jerk from both boys at the thought of separate rooms. 'You can still have as much sex as you like, you can even sleep together sometimes, but you will have separate rooms.' Immediately addressing the concerns of the two young boys, she made everyone in the room blush.

'So, are we going ahead with this or not?' Karen asked finally.

'Yes, mistress, I'm sorry for all the trouble,' Nathan said as he rubbed the tears from his eyes.

'Great; now that that's over, Oscar if you'd just sign here,' Jared said as he handed a pad to Oscar, relieved that everyone appeared to be happy at last. A short exchange later, Nathan became a slave owned by the head of the Kerrington household.

'Great, and Nathan, if you'd just sign these,' Jared said, passing the pad to Nathan, who had to sign many more documents than Oscar, many of which already had plenty of other co-signers. 'and…. send. You're now legally our adopted son. One more thing: give me you left arm,' Jared said, holding his hand out. It shortly received Nathan's arm. He pulled out a pen of some sort and held it over Nathan's slave code. A streak of red ran over Nathan's arm, and the bar code that had been there all his life disappeared as though it was never there. 'That's everything; welcome to the family. The nanites inside you will be naturally deposited over the next day or so,' Jared finished, as both he and Karen stood up.

'You mean he'll poop it out?' Oscar said as he stood up, amused.

'Not necessarily; Dr Wyer said it could come out either end,' Karen said.

'Will it hurt?' Nathan asked, alarmed.

'No dear, it won't,' Karen said with a chuckle.

'Not unless it clumps up because of residual magnetism,' Jared added.

Nathan turned to look at him as Karen gave him a pinch.

After all that, wordlessly, they joined in a group hug like a third-rate movie. Nathan had received many hugs from everyone in the family, but this one felt different, special, his first hug as truly a part of the family.

'Well, now that you're a free boy, we can't have you hanging around in slaves' clothes. We've set the big guest room up as your new room; there's some kit in there to get you started, but there's only one set of clothes. Oscar can take you shopping later, and you can pick your wardrobe,' Karen said.

'Buy anything you want, but I don't want to find out later thay I suddenly own fashion houses,' Jared added.

'Are you sure, but we just got ourselves the perfect model here,' Karen said as she pinched Nathan's cheeks lightly, much to Nathan's delight, and he giggled innocently.

'Alright, shoo,' Jared hurried them.

'Ok, thanks mum, thanks dad, this is the best birthday ever!' Oscar shouted before taking Nathan's arm. The pair ran upstairs. 'Come on, bro, let's get you dressed up!'

'Damn, I think they're going to get way more sex then I do,' Jared lamented as the pair headed out of the room.

'Well, they're horny young boys after all,' Karen said, 'but let's make sure we don't fall too far behind,' she carried on with a seductive grin, with a hand on Jared's shoulder. 'Oscar, close the door after you please,' she finished.

Oscar turned round to have one last glance at his parents. 'Huurrh,' he mumbled with a shudder as he closed the door, not ignorant of the meaning of closing the door this time. The thought of his parents having sex gave him chills, and he took a mental note of which part of the study he might want to avoid in the future; then again, even though his parents knew that he and Nathan were having sex, the thought of where in the house they've done it and what his parents would have thought if they'd known made him chuckle.

When Oscar and Nathan left, they headed straight to the largest guest bedroom. Until now, even though Nathan was a much-loved member of the family, he was assigned the smallest room of the house to keep up appearances, a room that was in fact originally intended to be a walk-in closet. With the size of the house, the family was able to convert it into a single room that would be respectable by most standards, though with a much more Spartan outfit. That didn't really matter, though, since slaves didn't own a broad variety of clothes, and with unrestricted access to any other rooms in the house, Nathan could easily find space if he so wished.

After they finished climbing the stairs, they realised how awkwardly their parents had, perhaps intentionally, positioned them. After all, there were quite a few rooms in the house, and they chose the biggest guest room specifically, which happened to be as far from Oscar's room as it could possibly be: whereas Oscar's was on the opposite side of the house to his parents' bedroom, Nathan's new room was right next to it.

They were met with their first surprise when they opened the door: the room had been fully kitted out. It had been a while since they had entered this room. Nathan had entered the room a couple of months back to prepare it for some guests staying over, and Oscar couldn't even remember the last time he opened the door: he could count on one hand the number of times he had entered in the past year, but he remembered that it didn't look like this.

Now the room was fully redecorated into a very boyish theme, with fun colours rather than plain. It also had the equipment any child would value: books, music system, connected systems, a few toys, and even a computer (in the past, even though Nathan 'had' a computer, it was never truly his, and not kept in his quarters).

When they explored the room in more detail, one thing stood out in particular: the wardrobes and chest of drawers were empty, just as their mother had explained, and the only set of clothes in the room was laid out on the bed, which they looked at once the rest of the room had been explored. On the bed were a few neatly folded garments, a pair of boxer shorts next to a pair of socks, a t-shirt, and a pair of jeans, as well as a pair of stylish shoes. Nathan was the first to pick them up, and examined each piece. As he looked at them, he sort of put them in between him and Oscar. 'Hmm.' He made a noise.

'Yer, you're going to look like mini-me,' Oscar said, not sure if he was supposed to be amused or frustrated.

The last piece Nathan held up was a pair of boxer briefs, adorned with some 'hip' geometrical figures.

'May I get changed?' Nathan asked gingerly, as though he thought that he needed permission even as a free boy.

'You don't need to ask for my permission any more, Nathan, you can do what you want now,' Oscar said warmly. 'So yes, you can change into those clothes, and you should; can't have you staying in slave's undies and socks.'

Without needing further assurances, Nathan dropped his plain white slave's underwear for the last time, exposing his set of impressive but still hairless cock, and a pair of dangling balls, soon covered by the boxer briefs. The white socks flew off next, and the former slave was now fully dressed in a free boy's clothes.

'You look great!' Oscar reassured his lover as best he could after Nathan got dressed, seeing that Nathan was fidgeting as though he wasn't used to wearing so much clothing. 'How do you feel?'

'It feels nice. I think I might get too warm, though,' Nathan said as he twirled and examined himself in a nearby mirror.

'You should be all right,' the former master assured him. 'Come on,' he lowered his tone, 'I think mum and dad want some sexy time,' he couldn't help but giggle, 'if they haven't started already.'

'Ok; where do you think we should go?' the attractive blond boy asked meekly. 'Well, we know we need to get more clothes…' Oscar said. 'I think I've got a few places in mind,' he finished as he looked his boyfriend up and down, taking into account how he seemed to like his clothes, and racking his mind through the time they had spent together in the past, and as many passing comments as he could remember about clothes.

Thus, without so much as a goodbye to their parents, the pair headed out, calling a bus ride on their way to let it be known that service was required, and for the first time Nathan would be able to join him, instead of having to be in the cramped slave carrier.

Once in town, being the host and guide, Oscar quickly took Nathan around to a couple of places where slaves were not allowed to enter. So whereas in the past there had been occasions when Nathan had had to wait outside for Oscar, rare as they were since the family generally avoided these places, or paid them enough so that they turned a blind eye, these were places he had frequented a few times with his friends. They didn't have anything special, just some sweet treats that children often have, but Nathan still required some physical encouragement to enter, so he entered in the close embrace of his former master, as the teenager held his young friend around the shoulder.

After food was ordered and they sat down, the mood quickly picked up, and Nathan's initial hesitation evaporated after a few minutes. It seemed, that Nathan would adjust to the life of a free boy.

After their snacks, Oscar led Nathan to the nearby, and quite famous, shopping district, making a beeline for a particular shop. 'Here we are, let's go,' Oscar said as he arrived at the intended location.

'Are you sure, Oscar, this looks expensive,' Nathan said with a pause, tugging Oscar ever so gently.

'Come on, you look hot as you are now, but I know you would prefer other clothes,' Oscar said, almost as though his lover had insulted him by being too considerate, but knew from past experience on passing shows on the TV what fashion the former slave preferred. 'And you do know we're rich, right? Like, really, really rich,' he reminded Nathan. The boy didn't mean to brag, but it was an acknowledgement of the truth.

'Heh, well, I'll try not to buy the whole shop,' Nathan said, trying to lighten up, but behaving like a free boy still felt unnatural for him.

'Oh, buying the shop's fine, I think; dad just said not to buy the whole corporation,' Oscar joked. This was actually a boutique, so he probably did just have enough credit on his card to buy a controlling interest without special arrangements.

Inside, they went straight to the children's section to look at different outfits. Most of them were more smart casual than the youthful style that Oscar preferred, and looking through these clothes in their trainers and jeans made them stand out like sore thumbs.

'What do you think?' Oscar asked after spending a few minutes looking at the clothes. 'More your style?' he asked.

'They're really good… ermm, your clothes look cool too, but I think I prefer these?' Nathan answered, almost like a question, not wanting to hurt his friend's feelings.

'It's ok; you can say I look like a tramp. I knew you'd be into these clothes; I have a very posh boyfriend,' Oscar said as he playfully pinched Nathan's nose. 'Let's pick out a few things for you, but before that…' Oscar carried on as he turned slightly to peek at a man who had been following them for some time. '

'I think he's following us,' Oscar whispered cautiously.

'Who is he?' Nathan whispered back.

'Probably just shop security; guess they don't usually see kids here shopping by themselves.' After saying that Oscar casually walked over to the pay desk. 'Hi, my brother is getting a new wardrobe, and we want to pick out a few things,' he said to the shop manager behind the desk tapping away at the check-out, as he pulled out his wallet and reached for a card. 'You can charge it after we pick everything, and can you get Mr Quiet over there to leave us alone?'

'Sorry, kids, I'm…' the irritated store manager began to say, but stopped mid-way after getting a good look at the card the child had just pulled out. He had only seen it a handful of times himself, but recognised it immediately as a prestigious card among the super-rich. Then he read the name. 'Um… sorry sir, yes, please take your time, and do let us know if you need anything,' he said politely, and quickly signaled the security person to leave the children alone.

With their freedom guaranteed, the boys were free to shop as they pleased; even though it was the holidays, the shop was near empty, since it was a weekday and this wasn't a popular shop for kids, so they took their time trying on a bunch of different clothes. Oscar usually wasn't a fan of shopping, but seeing Nathan change a bunch of times was very nice. After a few attempts at finding the right size with some help from the manager, they started sending a bunch of clothes to the desk.

'How come the man suddenly got so nice?' Nathan asked as he was picking out some more shirts, checking the colours and patterns. 'I gave him my bank card; he probably recognised it. It's pretty rare,' Oscar explained humbly, which confused Nathan even more: why would someone recognise something that's rare? 'Plus, he probably saw my name on it.'

'And that makes people nice?' Nathan asked again.

'Yeah, you won't be surprised that most people care a lot about money, and we have more than anyone else. People know our name.'

'Hmm,' Nathan vocalised. He knew the family was well off, after all, their house was much larger and far nicer than his former master's, but he had never learned how well off they were.

'Will I get a card?' he asked.

'Eventually. You have to be 12 to own one. Dad can probably get them to give you one anyway if he wants to, but I don't think he'd bother. You can use mine.'

'Ok,' Nathan said.

After nearly an hour, they had selected probably half a wardrobe worth of clothes.

'Want to keep looking here? Or should we go somewhere else?' Oscar asked the small boy.

'I think I'm ok; maybe we can shop some more another day? It's kind of tiring,' Nathan said, sounding a bit strained.

'Well, that's ok, I suppose,' Oscar said, actually kind of glad that his lover had had enough. 'We still need to get some underwear, though, you haven't picked any, and socks.'

'Yer, I don't think I like the ones they have here, they're kind of like yours, and I don't know, I guess I'm just not used to them, and their socks look really boring; even the fun ones were kind of dull,' Nathan said.

'Oh, what have you got in mind?' Oscar asked.

'Maybe something closer to err… what I used to wear? And for socks, just something a bit more fun, I guess,' Nathan answered.

'Ok, I think I know what you mean; we can go look for some briefs and funky socks, lets pay up.'

'Do I need to change out of this?' Nathan said, putting his arms up and giving Oscar a twirl, dressed in a smart chequered shirt, green shorts, and smart casual shoes with red, white and blue striped socks.

'It's all right, you look cute,' Oscar said, giving Nathan a wink.

They walked up to the counter, but the manager was no longer there; instead, there was a smartly dressed 20-something shop assistant. 'We'd like to pay up, please,' Oscar said to the man.

'Sure, let me just bag them for you,' the assistant said.

'Actually, I was hoping you can send them to my house, and can I borrow a pair of scissors? I need to cut the labels off my brother's clothes,' Oscar interrupted.

'I'm sorry, kids, we don't do home deliveries, and I don't have scissors,' he responded, clearly annoyed.

Oscar was just about to say something, but the manager from earlier quickly jumped in and pushed the surprised assistant aside. 'Hello, sir, have you finished?' he asked.

'Um, yer, I was just asking for the clothes to be delivered to my house, and I need a pair of scissors to cut some labels,' Oscar repeated.

'Certainly sir, no problem, let me just take some details, and I'll go and find you a pair of scissors,' the man responded, before taking Oscar's address and associated details and disappearing to find a pair of scissors.

He returned in no time with the scissors. Oscar then paid up, and the couple headed out towards their next destination, leaving the smiling manager and dumbfounded assistant behind.

Out in the open, Nathan took a good look at his surroundings. Since it was in the middle of school holidays and because it was mid-week, there were almost no adults, while there were plenty of children around Oscar's age roaming around. Occasionally there were some groups of younger children, chit-chatting and generally having a good time. Less frequently, some groups were accompanied by one or two slaves carrying their masters' shopping. Most of the slaves were quite young, 13 or under, with only a handful visibly older than that.

Most of them were only dressed in the customary white briefs and socks, since that was the mandatory dress for slaves in public. Unlike how Nathan was treated, whose master had always afforded his slave the modesty of a t-shirt even on warm days, there were no such exceptions today; in fact, a few of them were fully nude, and none of them even had real shoes, with all of them wearing the slave socks that had wear-resistant soles which were more cost-effective.

'By the way, you won't be able to have plain white undies again. They usually come in different colours, patterns, or with cartoons.' Oscar clarified.

'Oh! Do you think they'd have some Kung Fu Panda ones?!' Nathan asked, excited.

'Yer, I guess they would; they'd probably have Lego Star Wars, and Ben 10 and stuff,' Oscar giggled with amusement, rattling through what he thought was more than his fair share of cartoons that he had sat through with Nathan.

'Awesome!' Nathan said, beaming.

'Ya, awesome, you do look so sexy in your little briefs,' Oscar said with a sly smile, shortly before discreetly pinching his boyfriend's backside.

'Ahem, a gentleman does not get his bum pinched in public,' Nathan announced proudly as he pulled his shoulders back and stood up straight, while quickly wiggling his backside briefly.

'Hehe, well, does a gentleman squeal like a little girl when he gets a blowjob?' Oscar teased mischievously.

'Hey!' Nathan exclaimed as he gave Oscar a playful shove.

The shove was badly timed: there were some small decorations on the floor, and as Oscar took a couple of steps back he lost his footing and fell down arse-first on the ground.

'I'm sorry, Master!' Nathan gasped instinctively.

'Don't worry, I'm fine.' Oscar said as he stood up and brushed some dust off of himself. 'I've asked you to stop calling me that plenty enough; you really need to stop now that you're my brother.'

'I know, it's a lot to get used to… and about my squealing… well, a gentleman might squeal like a little girl if he gets an amazing blowjob from a great cocksucker,' Nathan said, timing it with perfect precision, lowering his head initially and then turning up to show the cheekiest grin as he finished.

'I did learn from the best,' Oscar fired back with an equally cheeky grin.

Nathan tried to shove Oscar again, but expecting retribution this time, Oscar reacted much quicker, and Nathan didn't have a chance. He quickly grabbed one of Nathan's arms and turned him round, then, being much bigger and stronger, not to mention having had quite a lot of martial arts training, he quickly subdued the small boy. Holding both his arms in his hand, his free hand started tickling the blond boy.

'Heeehahahhaaaahaeehehahah, I give!! I give!! lhahahahahe you win! Please stop!!' Nathan begged as he wiggled and writhed uncontrollably.

'Well, now we know who's the boss,' Oscar said, puffing his chest. 'Come on, I know where we can get you some briefs.'

They soon found themselves at the next shop. This was one that even Nathan had heard of, because it came up quite frequently on TV. 'Should we go to the counter and show them your card, so we don't get some creep following us around?' Nathan asked.

'Nah, I don't think anyone's going to follow us here, not like we're the only kids here,' Oscar said. Looking around there were plenty of children around his age looking around the shop. 'Besides, I don't think they'd recognise the card here,' he finished as the pair started to move around the shop.

They soon found themselves at the underwear section of the store, and started browsing through the vast array of underwear on display. There were all manner of sizes and designs: there were ones that were in Oscar's style, the really loose boxer shorts similar to the previous shop, though often in more contemporary colours, and an equally large selection of briefs.

'Wow, there are so many different ones!' Nathan said, amazed by the selection. This shop was much bigger than the one they'd been in: it could almost be an entire mall by itself. 'They go up to big kids' sizes too! I didn't think big kids would like them,' Nathan said as he browsed through the selection to a smaller part that were sized for 14, 15, and 16-year-olds, noting that his older brother wasn't as into the cartoons as he was.

'Yer, they make sure to have them available in all sizes. If you go to the adults' section you'll find some cartoon ones off to the side too,' Oscar explained.

'Really?' Nathan responded, clearly puzzled. There was a pause as Oscar considered how he should reply; then he sighed, 'You know how weird people can be.'

Nathan inferred ambiguousity. 'O, right, yer…' Nathan said, putting it all behind him as he continued to throw packs of underwear into the hamper he'd picked up at the entrance.

Nathan was very decisive in his selection of underwear, and within minutes he had slowed down and walked to his brother, who had been browsing other merchandise nearby. 'Oscar, I'm finished,' Nathan said.

'Cool, let's g-ooo…. wooaah, wait a second, that's a lot of pants.' Oscar said as he looked at the practically full hamper that the small boy could barely carry.

'Umm, they were all really cool; we can afford them, can't we?' Nathan said, knowing that the entire hamper didn't even match the cost of the jacket that Oscar had picked for him in the last shop, pleading with puppy eyes.

'That's not the point; you need to put at least half of them back, then find me again,' Oscar said sternly. 'Now.' he finished.

It was then that Oscar realised that having Nathan as a brother was going to be difficult in ways he hadn't anticipated in his haste to give his lover freedom, a challenge he welcomed for sure, but made even more difficult as he had to take on the roles of both older brother and lover. He needed to act responsible and look after his little brother, but being his lover, he wished desperately to spoil Nathan rotten and give in to his every wish, and fool around at every opportunity.

'Ok,' Nathan said, sounding saddened, twanging Oscar's heartstrings some more.

'Good; I'll be over there if you need me,' he said as he pointed to the t-shirt section. He didn't need or even particularly want a new t-shirt, but his brief epiphany made him aware that he should give Nathan some space. Most free boys Nathan's age would be very independent by now, but given Nathan's history Oscar expected that it'd be more difficult for him, so instead he decided to step away, far enough to be out of Nathan's comfort zone, but close enough for them to still see each other, and sure enough, the nervous boy would look up every 10 seconds to check that his big brother was still there. Being ordered to wait outside a shop on his own was one thing: back then he was a slave with an order from his master, but being here on his own among all these free children in a place where slaves weren't allowed was almost unbearable.

Similarly, Oscar kept almost constant eyes on Nathan, though he was careful not to let Nathan notice that.

15 minutes later, Oscar felt a tug on his elbow when he was pretending to be checking out a t-shirt rather than keeping an eye out for his brother.

'Oscar, I'm done… I think,' a slightly sulky Nathan said. 'Is this ok; do I need to put more back?'

Oscar looked into the basket, and over half of the underwear had been placed back on the rack, leaving around 12 packs of underwear in the hamper; still quite a lot of underwear for one boy to wear, he thought, but he hadn't the heart to send Nathan back again. 'This'll do,' he said, and the couple went over to the socks section to pick some socks, fortunately without having to go through the whole ordeal again, as Nathan picked roughly as many pairs of socks as he did for underwear. They then made their way towards the check out.

They soon paid for their packs of underwear, ignoring the funny looks the sales assistant gave them, as the duo bought nothing but a pile of briefs and socks. Nathan turned towards the exit just as Oscar grabbed him on the shoulder 'Wait, why don't you change into your new pants first,' Oscar said with a smile. Nathan felt a flush at the thought of being nude in public: even though he had been a slave until recently, he hadn't been nude in public since Mr Kerrington first brought him home, which was quite silly, he thought; slaves shouldn't have any sense of modesty, he'd even seen a few nude slaves earlier.

'Erm… ok, which ones should I put on?' Nathan asked.

'I don't mind; you can choose.' Oscar responded.

Nathan looked into his shopping bag and took a pack out. Without further ado, he tugged on his belt buckle to take it off.

'Woah woah! Not here!' Oscar said quickly, hand flying at light speed to Nathan's hand.

'No?' Nathan asked. The slightly blushing boy looked up at the older boy, secretly relieved that he wasn't being asked to get naked in the middle of the shop.

'No, let's go to the changing rooms,' Oscar said, slowing down and letting go of one of Nathan's hand before walking him over to the changing rooms, hand in hand.

'Hi, we want to use one of the rooms?' Oscar asked.

The shop assistant took one look at what was in Nathan's hand. 'I'm sorry, we don't allow customers to try on underwear.' she explained briefly.

'Oh, we already paid for these, he just wants to change into them.'

'Oh… hmm, I guess that's ok,' she said, as the boys headed for one of the rooms. ' Wait, you can't both go in,' she continued hurriedly.

'He's my brother; I just want to make sure he gets it right,' Oscar said.

'It's ok, Oscar, I can do it myself,' Nathan offered.

'Come on, Nathan, you know you can be clumsy sometimes,' Oscar responded, turning towards Nathan and giving him a wink. He then held his brother by his shoulder and turned towards the teenaged girl. 'Please?' he said, doing his best puppy eye impression. Nathan did the same.

The girl's heart practically melted; the boys just looked too sweet; handsome, too. 'All right, just don't get me in trouble,' she finished, so the boys made their way to the free booth at the far end.

'All right, now you can take your clothes off,' Oscar said with a smirk, except he didn't wait for Nathan to undress himself, but went for the belt buckle himself, soon releasing that and going onto his knees before undoing the buttons on Nathan's shorts.

'Oscar, what're you doing?' Nathan asked, trying as best he could to whisper despite the shock. 'I'm giving you a hand, although… I'll be giving you a mouth in a minute,' he said mischievously as he rubbed his chin and cheek against Nathan's half opened shorts, exposing just a peek of the boxer briefs behind them. Oscar could feel through his cheeks that Nathan was already starting to get chubby.

'Isn't this naughty?' Nathan whispered worriedly.

'Yes, but do you want me to suck you or not?'

'Well, yer,' Nathan answered directly, feeling himself getting stiffer.

'Then relax and be quiet; we don't want to get the nice girl in trouble.'

The shorts quickly fell, and Nathan kicked off his shoes and swung off his shorts, and now the boy was left in his cool boxer briefs, a smart shirt, and socks, though the underwear didn't stay on for very long: it, was soon lowered and given the same treatment as the shorts.

Nathan was fully erect from Oscar's teasing, and breathing heavily as his balls received a tongue bath from his former master. As Oscar licked Nathan's balls, he savoured the slightly salty and musky taste Nathan had acquired through the hot day, not minding one bit that his boyfriend wasn't totally pristine, as he usually was. Next, he went on to lick Nathan's shaft, making him inadvertently let out a sigh and a soft moan upon feeling Oscar's tongue on his cock. As Oscar worked his tongue along Nathan's shaft, he was surprised that Nathan wasn't as hairless as he looked. At this distance and with good lighting, he could see some light fuzz forming at the base of Nathan's cock, something that he had been checking himself for daily – but it had yet to make an appearance.

'I think you're going to get some pubes soon,' Oscar said as he worked the shaft with his hand, looking up at his boyfriend.

'Whaa…' Nathan looked down to ask, just as Oscar took his cock into his mouth, going almost balls-deep. 'Aaahhhhh' Nathan moaned, rather too loudly.

'Shhh, you need to be quiet.' Oscar slipped the cock out of his mouth to warn his boyfriend.

'Yes master, I'm sorry,' Nathan responded instinctively, addressing Oscar by the more comforting term, doing his best to whisper again.

Being called master with a cock in his mouth brought back a lot of memories for Oscar, to the earliest days not long after he first met Nathan. It was about a year after Nathan came to the house; he was around 7 then, and Oscar was about 11. Nathan was feeling more comfortable at the house then, and happy that he had masters who didn't take pleasure from hurting him. It was like most other mornings: Nathan was sent to wake Oscar, and the small boy gently prodded and shook the older boy until he stirred; then as soon as Oscar opened his eyes, Nathan would drop to his knees and put his face to the ground like his life depended on it. Each time he was tasked with waking Oscar he said the same thing; it was how he had been taught to greet his master in the morning, and he hadn't yet been taught what else to say. 'Good morning, Master, would you give me the honour of sucking your cock?' the cute, subservient little blond boy would ask.

This was the morning that changed everything. Each time Nathan woke Oscar he would say the same thing, and Oscar never told him that he didn't have to say that, or gave him any alternatives. It was his fault, he had thought: the first time Nathan asked him his heart pounded with excitement and adrenaline rushed through his body, but he had turned it down, partly because he was somewhat shy about his body, but also because he was reluctant to take advantage of the attractive younger boy.

'You know, you don't have to say that…' he had begun saying after sitting up on the edge of his bed. 'But, it'd be nice… I mean, it'd be nice to see how it feels to ermm… have my cock sucked?' he said expectantly, like a virgin, which he was at the time. He had started masturbating though, to thoughts of Nathan, no less. 'Only if you'd like to though,' he added hastily.

'Yes, master, it would be my honour to suck your cock,' Nathan said with a happy smile as he shuffled closer. He hadn't sucked a cock for a long time, and he hoped he'd please his master.

'No, wait, I don't mean 'honoured', I mean like… like… do you think I'm attractive?' Oscar had asked, halting the boy even as his small willy had started to rise.

'I'm not sure what you mean, master,' Nathan had answered, puzzled.

'Like… do you think I look good?' Oscar asked.

'Yes, master Oscar looks good,' he had answered.

'Ok…. ermm hmmm, what makes you say that, so if you compare me to other people you know?' Oscar had asked again; even back then, he was wary of a slave's obligation, and he didn't want to force Nathan to do things he didn't want to do.

'Ermm… it's always an honour when my masters let a worthless slut like me service their cocks, master,' Nathan began to say, which sent chills down Oscar's spine. He'd been told that it'd be a long road to recovery for Nathan, but after a year he still wasn't used to this language when it did come out.

'But master Oscar does look nicer than my other masters; you are err cleaner,' he had said, thinking back to some of the stench he had had to endure. 'You have a nicer body… and I don't know, you look kind of… handsome?' Nathan finished, using one of the new words he had learned.

'Ok, and erm… do you like… think about girls and stuff?' Oscar carried on.

'Girls yer, I guess so, I don't know, what do you mean?' Nathan answered, totally clueless.

'Like, you know, lick them and stuff, or something.'

'Oh no, master!' Nathan had hurriedly responded. 'Um.. unless you'd like me to, Master.'

That was all the confirmation Oscar needed back then: he was a horny young boy with an attractive and willing slave offering to suck his cock; in his mind he had done his part in making sure that he wasn't hurting Nathan. In hindsight there was more to consider, of course, but he didn't regret his decision, because minutes later he was having his first, and arguably still the best, dry orgasm inside his crush's mouth.

As Oscar was working hard on Nathan's cock, the momentous occasion of having his cock sucked also brought Nathan back to almost exactly the same moment, after the most confusing blowjob he had ever given, following a series of questions. Thinking back, he remembered being very proud that his master finally allowed him to suck his dick. He had been in the house for a year and no one had had sex with him; they had even hired him a tutor!

That was not to mention the number of times they had taken him to a doctor to mend the scars or straighten wonky bones he had from previous ownership; very often they even just sat him down to talk! Those talks were always difficult, because he didn't understand what they were for. He would say what he thought he was supposed to say, and the doctors would take a lot of notes, then ask some more questions; sometimes they questioned what he thought was common knowledge, they had asked what he wanted in life even after he had told them he wanted nothing but more cocks. They even said that he didn't have to consider his backside as a pussy, but he was so proud of his pussy: shortly before changing owners, he had trained it to accept his master's, admittedly average, cock without any bleeding. It never stopped his master before of course, and he would often be lent to friends with much more substantial equipment; in fact, one of his master's friends had such a big cock that he never managed more than half of it before blacking out, and it'd always put him out for days on end. Little did he know that the reason he would be out for days was because this particular friend would continue fucking him until he was finished, right past the foaming and seizures. The only reason his old master would let this 'friend' borrow him was the rent money and a contract to cover medical costs and property damage.

It was unbelievable, and back then, working with the tutor also made him feel stupid: he would learn something new every week, and the tutor would always give him new material or point out different mistakes he made; he was working really hard, but his efforts just seemed futile, though he dared not raise this with his masters. Existence in this household was very different to his last. First, there was a lot of sex in the last house; it was his main reason for being in the house. After all, there wasn't really much point in having a small child in the house otherwise: it wasn't like it could do much to help with the cleaning and cooking.

The sex was always painful or humiliating, usually both, but he had purpose, to please his master and his master's guests, and took pride in it. Here, life was easier, more predictable, but he felt useless. All his life he had been told how much he desired cocks, and how kind his master was to fulfil the little boy's desires, that he should be grateful for the cock and cum he got. To a tortured, conditioned young mind, being told now that this wasn't the case, to feel so lost, was almost like being tortured all over again.

Back to the moment when he first sucked Oscar's cock: he could remember reminding himself that he must never mention the size of Oscar's penis, lest he wanted to be punished. He knew Oscar was 11, and being an experienced slave he knew that Oscar's cock was below average; heck, it was even smaller than his own, 4 years younger, and he knew men and boys were often proud of their cocks, size being the primary factor, so he worked diligently to bring his master to orgasm, which was very close, and sure enough Oscar's heavy breathing and occasional grunts exploded into full-on moaning as Nathan felt the cock twitch and expand in his mouth, in time with Oscar's hip thrusting. He remembered being puzzled at why his master gripped the bedsheets instead of his head, as he was doing now with the positions reversed, since he didn't know it was Oscar's first blowjob.

Once the spasms and twitches subsided, Nathan slowed down and eventually let the deflating cocklet slip out of his mouth. 'Thank you for letting me suck your cock, master; I hope I was a good slutty cocksucker for you, master,' Nathan said, as he'd been trained to.

'I know it's difficult for you to understand, but I hope you'll see that you can be happy soon,' a suddenly saddened Oscar said as he pulled Nathan up onto his feet. It might be the post-orgasm-guilt, or maybe he came to the realisation that letting Nathan suck his cock was no help for his therapy, but he then pulled Nathan in for a hug. 'And thank you, it was very nice, and believe me when I say you don't have to do anything you don't want to with me.'

This was all very strange for Nathan: he had never been hugged after giving a blowjob, in fact, he had never been hugged full stop. He had started to receive affection in this house, but so far it had only extended to a firm grasp of the hand and a side embrace, and to top this all off he was normally the one needing to thank others for being allowed to suck their cock, not the other way round. 'Umm, ok, master,' he said uncertainly, not sure what else to say.

'So… would you like to have an orgasm too?' Oscar asked, breaking the embrace, surprising Nathan once again. He hadn't had an orgasm for even longer than he hadn't sucked cocks.

'Of course, master, but I don't know where the e-stim is,' Nathan said after a pause. At the time he had taken a pause to accept all good things come to an end, and he was accepting that he could never escape his fate as a slave.

Oscar was very confused; he didn't know what an 'e-stim' was, or why Nathan had got subtly upset. As Oscar was deciding what to do, Nathan was thinking back to the times when his master had allowed him to orgasm, or orgasms. There was only ever one way he was allowed to climax, and it was with a portable e-stim, a sleeve that went over his small cocklet and a large probe penetrating his pussy, often in bondage. Both devices' purposes were self-explanatory, but there was an added bonus that the probe would secrete a gel that kept the person penetrated at a forced state of arousal.

He remembered that the first few orgasms were ok, they were pleasurable like any orgasms were, but the trouble was that it never ended with just a few orgasms: his master would take joy in watching the handsome young boy, in bondage and with devices attached to his most vulnerable orifices, grunt, and moan and writhe in pleasure, until the grunts and moans turns to screams and wails as the over-stimulated boy could not handle the small machines continuously pushing him towards another climax. Often the ordeal would cause Nathan to pass out from the stimulation, sometimes more than once, not that his old master allowed Nathan to orgasm very often, but when it did happen Nathan would be subjected to no less than 20 orgasms in a 'light' session.

'What's an e-stim?' Oscar asked after racking his brain and not finding an answer. Nathan explained the device to him. 'Oh no! Ermm, tell you what, I will suck you off instead, and only once, I promise,' Oscar said. 'If you'll let me,' he hastily added.

This was even more confusing. It was so shocking that he wasn't sure if his ears were working right: a master just asked to suck a slave's cock, and for permission to do it no less! Later, he would work up enough courage to point out that it was improper for a master to suck a slave, but at the time the desire to obey and please his master conflicted with the impropriety of a master sucking a slave; ultimately, the urge to comply with his master's wish won out, just as well too, as he was treated to his first ever blowjob and pleasurable dry orgasm, albeit one clumsily administered by a novice.

Nathan snapped back to the present just as the heavy breathing and soft grunts threatened to give way to moaning. He was on the edge of an orgasm, and Oscar was working aggressively on the head of his cock whilst wanking furiously with a few of his fingers. Just as the first wave of orgasm exploded, Nathan managed to catch his bottom lip between his teeth, making soft and whispered moaning sounds rather than the considerably louder moans that he normally did. It was such a powerful orgasm that even the grip on Oscar's hair tightened, whereas normally he'd be careful not to yank Oscar's head too hard, not that Oscar was troubled by the tension in his hair; he was enjoying the squirts of creamy and faintly sweet liquid being delivered to him.

It was soon over, and as a finishing touch Oscar did a little twist before he let go of Nathan's cock, just as he had been taught, causing the boy to jolt and go weak in the knees and moan even louder than before, albeit still suppressed through the bit lip.

Still on his knees, Oscar looked up at his young lover, smiling. 'Yum,' he said with a smile almost as wide as his face, and licking his lips.

'That was amazing,' Nathan said softly as he caressed Oscar's hair before pulling him up to his feet. 'Let me try some,' he carried on, and without waiting for a response he jumped slightly to reach up to the teenager, who got the message and leant down to meet the approaching lips, before swapping saliva.

'It's a bit sweeter than last time,' Nathan said after they broke off the kiss with a grin, 'but I think that's enough fruit for a while,' he said, more as a suggestion than a statement.

'That's ok, I didn't mind how your cum tasted before,' Oscar responded.

'Come on, let's get you dressed,' Oscar said, before going back onto his knees and rummaging through the bag of briefs. He picked out a pack of Kung Fu Panda briefs, picking one that had Po in different poses on a white background among some green oriental-looking buildings, and gave Nathan a questioning look.

'Yes! Kung Fu Panda!' Nathan squealed happily, so on they went; shortly thereafter, for matching purposes, a pair of similarly styled socks replaced Nathan's old socks. The rest of the clothes went on, and after putting the worn pair of boxers and socks into the carrier bag, they were ready to go.

On the way out they thanked the assistant, who smiled cheerfully as she said goodbye, and asked the pair to visit again, as Oscar tipped the teenager. The teenager was too amused to notice at the time, but Oscar had tipped what she'd normally make in a month, even accounting for her already working more hours during school holidays.

'What next?' Nathan asked as the pair headed out.

'I was thinking we can go and visit Harry,' Oscar said, referring to his best friend.

Nathan had met Harry quite a few times when he came to visit; he had always felt that Harry seemed like a nice person, certainly much nicer than many other guests. 'Cool, to his house? I've never been there!' Nathan said excitedly.

'It's a nice place, you'll like it.'

Chapter 7

The gang, Ben, Kyle, James, and Lewis, had taken a bus and were now out and about in town, walking around a shopping district popular among youths, and it being the holidays, there were a lot of youth out and about killing time. The three more 'mature' boys were in the clothes that they had been in for the day, though they did have a shower after using one of Lewis' holes. Lewis on the other hand was now dressed differently, which he felt thankful for, when his seniors allowed him some more clothes than in the morning; in fact, they were pretty normal clothes by all account. As much as his seniors liked to dictate what underwear he was allowed to wear, they were not too strict on clothes, so he was not out in short shorts or anything particularly infantile, that is, other than his socks, since it was a warm day and long trousers would have been quite uncomfortable, so while his Tigger briefs were now covered by nearly knee-length shorts, his colourful socks showed themselves just below.

They did what you'd normally expect a group of boys would do on a day out: initially they visited shops for toys and clothes, they fooled around, tried on and played with different things, and generally just had a laugh. They were given a budget for the day, and while Kyle and Ben were in charge of the money, Lewis would get to decide what to spend it on.

'Hey, Lewis, you haven't bought anything yet; do you know what you want to spend your birthday money on?' Ben asked as they tried out some more toys at another toy shop without purchasing anything. They had been having fun, but so far Lewis hadn't really shown what he would like.

On hearing the question, Lewis started to blush slightly. Truth is, he had already decided how he would like to spend his birthday money, but it was quite embarrassing, and he hadn't worked up the courage to ask for it. But they would be going home soon, so it was now or never. He dug deep, and from the bottom of his stomach, he told Ben what he wanted for his birthday. 'I was wondering how much money we had to spend, sir,' Lewis said, knowing that what he wanted for his birthday wasn't going to be cheap. 'It might be a bit expensive, but it'd be great if I could have a bit of time at Kenny's den,' Lewis said quickly in one breath.

Ben was slightly taken aback. Time at Kenny's den wasn't something he had expected from Lewis. The surprise was short-lived, and the wide eyes quickly turned to a smirk. 'Well, that's surprising," Ben said.

The others were likewise a little surprised. Kenny's den was a brothel geared towards children, not to children, though they did have discounts for younger customers, but their primary merchandise was child slaves.

'It might be ok, they have discounts for customers 14 and under, and it's wacky Wednesday, so you might get that, and we can get a health worker's discount for dad's job…' he continued. 'Let's go check it out,' Ben said at last so the boys headed towards Kenny's den. They hadn't visited today, but everyone knows where Kenny's den is; they'd actually walked past it several times today, as it occupied a prime location in the shopping district.

The outside of the brothel was surprisingly tame, and resembled a toy shop more than anything else. A couple of scantily-clad slaves in white briefs were handing out flyers, and the windows over the whole front of the brothel were filled with pictures of happy-looking children engaged in different forms of play, with no clue to the debauchery happening inside, even though everyone, young and old, was well aware of what went on inside the inconspicuous building. Sex was an accepted practice for all ages, but it was still poor taste to flaunt it in public.

The boys in white briefs initially tried to engage with our group, but they quickly indicated that they already intended to visit, and went in without further hassling. Once inside, they were faced with another surprise, not how different it was compared to the outside, but what was being shown on the inside. As soon as you step through the 2 sets of doors, the scene is completely different: all pretense of decency is dropped, and the carnal nature of the establishment is fully displayed. This didn't surprise the visitors; what surprised them was the video being shown in a loop, of a boy that they knew, Reece.

Meet our newest star, Reece, the not so innocent 8-year-old blond angel, the banner across the video read, with Reece sitting on an interview couch in a nondescript room.

'Hi, Reece, tell us a bit about yourself,' a voice said on the video.

'Erm… hi, my name is Reece, I'm 8 years old,' Reece said somewhat nervously, followed by some silence. 'I'm about to start year 4 at Basewood Primary.'

'Great!' the voice responded enthusiastically. 'Tell everyone why you're here.'

Reece started to blush. 'I'm here to lose my virginity,' he said slowly.

'Well, you've come to the right place!" the voice said. 'We love helping cute virgins like you. Have you had any sexual experience before?'

'Erm… I've had a blowjob before,' Reece answered, getting even redder.

'That's a good start!' the voice said. 'Why don't you show us your cock?'

'What? Now?' Reece asked innocently, surprised that things were progressing so quickly.

There was no answer. After a moment, Reece stood up and pulled down his shorts and underwear, revealing a lovely smooth set of cock and balls, totally flaccid.

'What a great-looking cock you have there,' the voice said, then a hand appeared across the screen and reached out to fondle Reece. Reece was a little startled at first, but allowed the hand to rub his cock until it started to fatten up.

'Can you cum yet?' the voice asked. Reece shook his head. 'Great; that means we don't need to give you a condom. You're in for a treat, Lily is one of our highest rated whores and has just been selected for breeding, so cumming partners are restricted,' the voice said as the camera angle switched to the door as it swung open. A delicious girl of about 13 entered with long flowing brown hair, her womanly curves just developing, along with a growing pair of bosoms barely larger than peaches.

The camera switched back to Reece, with his cock fattening up even more without further manipulation. He was wide eyed and stunned by the beauty in front of him.

Lily entered into view, swaying seductively; she grabbed Reece's chin and pulled him to his feet. 'O sweetie, you look so delicious, I could just eat you right up,' Lily said as she looked into Reece's eyes, before leaning down slightly to give the young boy a wet kiss.

'Well, I'll leave you kids to have fun,' the voice said, followed by the noise of someone leaving the room. Lily reached down to fondle Reece's cock, which was at its full 3" [7.5cm], begging for attention.

Enquire at front desk for the purchase of this video, watch this cute little virgin cum not once. The screen switched to Reece in a t-shirt and grey socks on a bed, fucking Lily in missionary. Not twice. Another picture: Reece was fucking Lily from behind, no shirt now. But thrice! Reece was fucking Lily from the side now, with one of her legs on his shoulder, both children pulling faces of ecstasy.

And the screen faded to black.

In our latest production, Reece gives us the baker's dozen. Another line flashed on the screen.

Here he is on his sixth orgasm. A picture appeared behind, with Reece tied to a chair, drenched in sweat, heaving and red in the face. A device was wrapped around his cock, with another up his bum; he screamed as he shook violently when the orgasm hit.

He's about to get his ninth. Another line flashed, and the screen changed again. 'Please, please! I can't do it any more, please no!' Reece begged desperately, and still his hips were gyrating from stimulation. 'Nonono, NOOOOO!' he screamed.

The screen went black.

Want to see him after the baker's dozen? Enquire at front desk for pre-orders.

'Holy shit! He did it!' Kyle said loudly.

Everyone was a bit shocked, even James, who only knew Reece as a boy from school. They weren't aware that shortly after Reece had received his first blow job a few weeks ago, the boy was hooked, determined to get more sex, but with few means at his disposal to satiate his lust, he got the idea that he could volunteer at the brothel, as he was aware that giving the brothel the right to film and distribute videos of you could give you access to their whores, if they agreed that you could be a valuable participant.

Reece wasn't aware that the 'volunteers' were coerced down a path to do harder and harder porn. Reece would soon be losing a virginity that he didn't expect to lose.

'We'll need to ask him to share the videos with us,' Ben said, as the videos weren't something that they could afford easily, and they were aware that the starring participant also received a copy of the film with limited distribution rights.

They made their way to the front desk and asked about their offers, and were pointed to a terminal next to them to enter a kinky story to be considered for the Wacky Wednesday offer, so Ben instructed Lewis to go while he stayed with the others to sort out the details. Once at the terminal, Lewis quickly chose the appropriate options, running through the list of available whores and their stats at almost inhuman speed, as though his hands had a mind of their own: they became a blur as he entered a fantasy that had been brewing in his mind, something that he had fantasised for so long, an outlet of sorts that gave him comfort as he endured his daily humiliation, a crutch for his sanity.

It didn't take Lewis very long to complete his submission, and with the press of a button it whizzed off into the ether to be assessed, so he joined James and the others in the sitting area. They didn't have to wait long, as they were soon called back to reception, and asked to go around the back to one of the more private booths.

'Gentleman! Welcome to Kenny's den!' a charismatic young man greeted the boys as they entered the booth. There were only 3 seats in the area, and Ben and Kyle sat down very quickly; as per usual Lewis was prepared to stand in this situation, however, James insisted that Lewis take the last remaining chair as it was his birthday and this was supposed to be his birthday present. Lewis did eventually take the seat, but needed a reminder from Kyle to actually thank James for giving up his seat.

'It says here that you're here for your birthday!' the man said alarmingly cheerfully.

'Erm…. yer,' Lewis responded dubiously, wondering if the man had just seen the scene unfold in front of him, topic being that James gave up his seat to Lewis because it was his birthday.

"I have some very good news: your submission has been approved for the Wacky Wednesday discount," he told the group. Lewis was particularly happy, as he wasn't sure if they could afford time at Kenny's den if they weren't approved for it. 'I'll even slap on a little birthday discount there for you,' the man added cheerfully.

'I can see that you've applied other discounts too; hmmm, if you agree to give us distribution rights, I might be able to waive our fees,' he carried on as he eyed Lewis up and down: a little older than what the brothel would usually make an offer for, but he noted that Lewis was exceptionally beautiful, and retained much of his youthful features, spotting that Lewis' face was completely smooth and free of spots when many of his peers at the same age might be sporting some unpopular downy hair on their lips, or have spots or other defects.

'That's not a bad idea,' Ben added, much to Lewis' dismay. He really didn't want to let his inner desires be known. 'Reece did it,' he finished.

'If it's ok, sir, I'd really prefer not to,' Lewis added, not too hastily, as he was keen to avoid the appearance of talking back to his seniors, but there was just too much at stake. Lewis' response didn't escape the attention of the man, who noted that the older boy had addressed the younger boy as 'sir', and with the confidence that the 2 younger boys had displayed earlier, he was starting to understand the dynamics of the boys' relationship.

'Are you sure? It'd mean you can spend your birthday money on something else.' Ben pushed again, making Lewis more worried. 'Please sir, it's ok, I'd rather spend it now,' Lewis said, almost pleadingly.

'If that's what you want,' Ben finished, not particularly invested either way, much to Lewis' relief.

'Well, perhaps you'd consider streaming it?' It'd only be available to clients who happen to be on our servers now; it'd only be an extra discount though,' the man said again.

'No, it's ok.' Lewis replied quickly, emboldened somewhat by Ben accepting his earlier decision. He knew that while the man said that it'd only be live-streamed, the brothel did the bare minimum to avoid accountability of clients making their own films, and while they ostensibly blocked subscribers from recording the streams, the mechanics of such blocks were weak to say the least, and there were many instances of supposedly live stream videos available to anyone who'd pay a little attention.

'Ok,' the man said simply, returning to the information in front of him. 'I see you've chosen Connor, a great choice, very popular with our clients these days.' He just carried on talking. Lewis and the others were finding the conversation a bit awkward, and did as little talking as they could, but the man liked to talk a lot. 'Well, if you gentlemen would follow me,' he said at last, standing up and showing the boys into yet another corridor, this one filled with doors spaced apart at varying distances. They all had a light outside, either red or green.

The group approached a door marked with a red light; the door opened automatically and the group stepped inside. After a short opening past a shower, they were in a room that was decorated to look like a young boy's bedroom, not unlike Lewis' own room, in fact, complete with a desk, some shelves with toys, and a boy's bed; even the windows were realistically displaying what appeared to be quiet suburbia on a sunny day.

'This is your stop, Lewis; I'll take the others to the waiting area for guardians,' the young man said. 'Connor will be with you shortly.'

'Oh, thanks,' Lewis answered. This was all feeling very surreal: he'd started the morning in a wet nappy, humiliating himself in front of a 9-year-old, and continued to humiliate himself through the day. He asked Ben to let him visit the den, expecting his wishes to be denied, but somehow Ben had agreed to it, and he could finally get what he had fantasised about for so long, even if it was just for a short time.

He walked to the table, where there were some school books, pulled the chair out, and sat down as the group left.

Moments later, Lewis heard the door to the room open, and in walked a gorgeous young boy of about 13. Lewis knew the boy had turned 13 a few months ago, choosing him specifically to be slightly older than what most clients at the brothel might prefer, in fact, many of his peers the same age had been moved to different brothels that catered to clients with a taste for older slaves, but Connor still remained quite desirable at Kenny's, and not just for his good looks.

Connor had very dark blond medium-length hair, very pale skin that made him look vulnerable, and a squarish face with very cute freckles. At this current moment he was dressed in the uniform of an imaginary school, complete with a white shirt, yellow and black school tie, a dark grey blazer with yellow around the edge of the lapel, and dark grey school trousers, still in his black school shoes.

'I'm home, master,' Connor announced himself as he entered the mock bedroom. Lewis froze: it was finally time, and he could barely breathe. For a moment he just looked at Connor and Connor just stood there, then he snapped out of his trance.

'Come here, Connor, we need to talk.' Lewis said, putting on his best stern voice. Connor, having been bred for service, was an excellent actor, stiffening upon hearing Lewis' voice, and crouched slightly, looking as though he was ready to scurry away.

'I… is everything ok, master?' Connor muttered fearfully as he edged closer to Lewis.

'No. I called Jason earlier,' Lewis said behind a shroud of anger, following the script he had written. Connor had studied the same script before coming in, though ironically, while he had been in school uniform many times, he hadn't actually been taught to read, so the script was read to him.

The fear on Connor's face intensified; the boy even started to shake a little.

'You told me Jason and his friends were bullying you, and asked me to help,' Lewis said impatiently

'I'm sorry, master, I wanted to do what you said,' Connor cried. 'But they… they're so mean… and I don't like them,' he continued, standing in front of Lewis.

'I know, but they can tell you're a wimpy faggot,' Lewis said, sounding empathetic but feeling a rush as he belittled the poor boy. Finally, he felt a sense of control, and he felt a rush at the control he had over the crying boy. 'That's why they're bullying you, and once you show them you'll be their little bitch, they'll stop,' Lewis said as he stroked Connor's face, voice almost shaking with excitement. Everything was happening just like he fantasised.

'I'm sorry, master, I'll try harder, I swear,' Connor pleaded with Lewis. The rush and euphoria Lewis felt was rising. He liked the control he had over the crying boy in front of him, the power, the submission.

'Strip,' he instructed sternly. Connor obliged, starting to take his school uniform off, starting with his blazer, dropping it beside him; then he pulled his tie off, which soon flopped on top of the blazer, and began unbuttoning his shirt, quickly revealing an attractive pair of small pink nipples atop the smooth boy's chest; he shook this off, and dropped it on the same pile.

As Connor stripped, Lewis became increasingly aroused, not from physical attraction to Connor, he realised he couldn't care less who it was, he just relished the power, the fact that Connor was having to strip because of his order, the feeling of superiority, that he was better than someone, felt so alien compared to how he had imagined it. He wondered if he might have been better off getting a girl instead of a boy. He was curious about what it'd be like to be with a girl; he desired it, dreamed about it, but this fantasy that had kept him sane these past years had always been about boys.

'Stop,' Lewis said as Connor stripped down to his undies, a childish pair of briefs with thin blue and red stripes, with Aliens flying around, much too childish for a teenager like Connor, but when Lewis saw it he felt an overwhelming sense of satisfaction: he was no longer alone in wearing childish underwear.

Connor froze with his hands around the waistband of his undies, standing in front of Lewis in an embarrassing pair of underwear and dark grey school socks, or at least, it would be embarrassing if he hadn't been brought up with every humiliation, every abuse that the mind could possibly conjure. Lewis wouldn't even begin to comprehend what Connor's life was like, but Connor had been taught well to mimic 'human' emotions, and Lewis frankly didn't care.

'I'm so sorry, master,' Connor apologised again.

'It's ok; I just want to help,' Lewis said, mockingly sympathetic. 'You only needed to show them what a good cocksucker you are, and they'd have let you be their bitch,' he said as he ruffled Connor's hair and then rubbed his face. Connor looked into Lewis' eyes longingly, with great respect for his temporary master, then he cast his eyes down towards Lewis' crotch.

'You slut,' Lewis said with a grin. In a small corner of his mind Lewis was scared by how good he felt, how his heart was beating so fast that a warm tingle was spreading inside him, how he wanted even more, he wanted to degrade the boy utterly and completely, he needed to feel the power, to hold someone else's destiny in his hand.

He realised this must be how his brothers felt when they humiliated him, when they belittled him, when they hurt him, and he wanted nothing more than to inflict that on someone else.

'Please can I suck your cock, master?' Connor asked pleadingly. 'Please please please!' he continued, dropping to his knees and holding his hands in prayer in front of him.

'You're really hungry for cock, huh?' Lewis said as he ruffled through Connor's hair again.

'Yes, master, I'm a hungry little cocksucker.' Connor carried on degrading himself.

'Why didn't the hungry little cocksucker suck off Jason and his friends?' Lewis admonished Connor again, with Connor reacting with a sad and sorry look. 'Go ahead then,' he finished more jovially.

Connor propped himself up onto his knees and reached out to Lewis's shorts, undoing a button and then yanking them down, with Lewis helpfully nudging up slightly so the shorts could slide down. That was Connor's first surprise: not many of his clients wore briefs, never mind a pair with characters as cute as Tigger. He had also expected a boy as handsome as Lewis, who was capable of writing such a twisted script, to sport a prodigiously huge cock, but the small tent in the briefs obviously was not hiding much. Once Lewis' shorts were around his ankles the briefs were pulled down to join them, and then came the second surprise.

Having seen more cocks than most people could ever imagine, Connor knew full well that he was under-developed in that department, and it didn't bother him much, but he also knew that many boys and men held their cock as their pride and joy, and here was one in front of him on an older boy that was even smaller than his own. Professional as he might be, he very uncharacteristically gave the smallest of smirks for the briefest of moments.

Lewis had developed a knack for spotting micro-expressions over the years, and noticed Connor's smirk. A pang of rage rose from the pit of his stomach. How dare this fucking slut make fun of him? he thought. Feeling the rising anger, ready to hurt the boy, he took a deep breath and puffed up his chest, flared his nostrils, and grabbed a handful of Connor's hair. Before he could yank the boy's hair, however, the head dove forward, and a tight, warm, smooth sensation engulfed his groin. The anger subsided momentarily and Lewis moaned at the sudden, overwhelming, and unfamiliar pleasure.

He relaxed his grip and simply rested his hand on Connor's head, going with the up and down motion as he experienced his first ever blowjob. It was so much better than a hand, or more accurately, a couple of fingers: it felt so tight, so warm, and he could tell that Connor was combining the swirling of his tongue with the motion of his head, very similar to the technique he deployed when he sucked his brothers off. He never imagined it could feel so good, it was pure bliss.

As Connor sucked Lewis off to impossible highs, the lewd sound he was making mixed with Lewis' moans; then he pulled Lewis' cock out of his mouth and started working on the tiny marble-sized balls. Lewis looked down at the boy to find Connor looking back up at him, not just the submissive look that he often gave his brothers, but a look of pure lust and longing, of gratitude to his master for letting his cock be sucked.

The warmth and tingle of the feeling of power, the gentle tickling of his sensitive immature balls, generated a warm buzz in Lewis' head: he had never felt so powerful, he had never felt so in control.

Connor moved on from Lewis' balls to kissing his small shaft, teasing it with his lips, and sometimes sticking his tongue out to flick Lewis' cock, and then just holding it in his lips. After that, back in his mouth Lewis' penis went, and Connor sucked even harder than before, creating suction that intensified the pleasure in Lewis' already stimulated organ, making Lewis squeal and squirm uncontrollably as jolts of electricity coursed through his body.

Eventually, the suction decreased somewhat, and Connor resumed his rhythmic sucking, bobbing his head up and down the little length of cock Lewis possessed. Lewis was soon approaching orgasm, the pleasure was building up unbearably, and he started thrusting his hips to face-fuck his partner, getting a good hold of Connor's head, but then Connor pulled himself off Lewis' cock.

'Master, you cock is so yummy!' Connor exclaimed lustfully, looking up at Lewis as he flicked his tongue at the small smooth cock in front of him. 'Thank you for letting me suck your cock, master!' he said as he started kissing Lewis' cock and balls profusely, which, while pleasurable, stopped Lewis from climaxing and instead drove him half mad with desire, but instead of finishing Lewis off, Connor proceeded to degrade himself some more, rubbing his face and cheek against Lewis' saliva-covered cock, while using a couple of fingers to jerk Lewis to keep him on the edge. 'Thank you so much, master!'

Suddenly, Connor returned to sucking Lewis' cock, playing with Lewis' balls at the same time, and a few seconds was all it took for Lewis to reach the apex of pleasure.

'I'm having a dry orgasm, sir!' Lewis announced at the top of his lungs just before the first wave of orgasm hit, buckling wildly as he experienced the most intense orgasm of his life. He realised his slip of the tongue immediately, and looked down at Connor between his legs, who, whilst keeping professional and continuing to swirl his tongue on Lewis' cock to push him to ever dizzier heights, looked up quizzically at Lewis, who blushed in embarrassment. He couldn't believe he just embarrassed himself like that in front of a common whore, but riding through the intense orgasm was taking its toll, and he could barely think.

After the orgasm subsided, Lewis sank into the chair, still breathing heavily, with Connor still knelt between his legs.

'Did I do well, master?' Connor asked. 'Was I a good cocksucker?'

'You did well, slut,' Lewis said, gently caressing Connor's face as Connor smiled with pride, having decided to pretend he didn't say what he just said. 'But,' he carried on, 'that doesn't mean you weren't a naughty little boy who disobeyed. Do you know what happens to naughty little boys who disobey?' he asked.

'They get spanked, master,' Connor answered apologetically, and a little bit scared.

'That's right; stand up,' Lewis ordered, and Connor did as he was told. Once stood up, Lewis leaned forward to grab hold of the waistband of Connor's briefs, pulling them loose and letting them drop down to his ankles. He then took hold of Connor's left ear, pulling him down, and dragged him across his lap.

Lewis twisted around and grabbed a ruler from the stationery-holder, deeming it a worthy instrument of punishment. He looked at Connor lying flat across his laps, the first time this position had been reversed, having been across other people's laps so many times. He felt another rush, and the buzz in his head grew stronger still, developing a ring in his ears: he was in control, he had the power, and a boy was across his lap awaiting punishment.

He pulled his hand back, and with greater strength than he knew he had, he whacked Connor's bottom with all his might, a culmination of the shame, humiliation, and abuse he had suffered through his years, resulting in Connor's screeching howl. He felt as though he was ridding himself of feelings that he had had to bottle up: in that moment, the humiliation he had suffered, the shame, the degradation, it was as though they didn't exist, the only thing that mattered was the pain that he was inflicting on Connor, his screams, his squirms, his futile attempts to break free, so he kept spanking, he kept hurting, and relished Connor's pain.

Lewis lost himself in the noise, noise from a boy's soprano agony, noise that filled and reverberated through the room; in his glazed euphoria he admired his handiwork as red angry welts developed across Connor's backside and upper thigh, a sight that pleased him immensely, knowing full well that these were marks that he had placed upon the boy.

'Please, master, I'm sorry!!!' Connor shouted among his wails. 'I'm sorry for being a stupid slut, master!!!' he screamed, oddly coherent despite Lewis' best efforts; of course, Lewis had no idea that his best effort only amounted to mediocre pain for Connor, who put up a good show of a helpless boy in agony; nevertheless, just because you've been subject to much worse doesn't mean that it doesn't hurt.

Lewis smacked on, forgetting himself, but among the screams sense finally took hold, and he remembered that he was only allowed to inflict so much damage on the merchandise, and if he inflicted too much damage it would've meant an undesirable penalty, so he stopped, satisfied with his handiwork. Connor was broken, wailing inconsolably, fighting to stop himself from rubbing his inflamed bottom. He looked at the wailing boy and thought how pathetic he was after his punishment, and he believed that he would never stoop so low.

He pulled Connor back up on his feet. He was still crying his eyes out, and started wiping his tears, entirely ignoring his hairless shrivelled whore parts. 'I'm sorry, master,' Connor cried.

'Shhhh, shhh, I know, I know,' Lewis said, sounding empathetic, as though he was consoling the boy. 'You're just a stupid slut; I'll help you,' he said as he opened his arms to give Connor a hug, who returned it gladly. 'Stand back a little bit, turn around… now twist so I can see your face, hands on your head; good bitch.'

Lewis pulled something out of his pocket, pointed it at Connor, and tapped it a few times.

'What did you do, master?' Connor asked quizzically.

'I'm trying to help you, silly,' Lewis answered.

'Help me?' Connor asked again.

'Yer. Jason was really cross that you didn't give him and his friends their blowjob,' Lewis 'explained. 'I told him that I'd punish you for him so he'd consider stopping bullying you,' he continued. 'You don't want him to bully you, do you?' he asked.

'I guess not, master,' Connor said.

'See? I know what's best for you,' Lewis said as he leaned forward and stroked Connor's hair. 'Jason needs to know how pathetic and useless you are,' Lewis told Connor. 'There, he's got pictures of you being a naughty little boy.' Connor looked genuinely upset at the thought of his bully receiving a picture of his punishment.

'Well, you're a great cocksucker, Connor, but that won't do now, would it?' Lewis asked the boy.

'No sir,' Connor answered simply.

'No; what do you think you should do?' Lewis asked.

'Ermm, I can let them fuck me, master,' Connor said, crunching his shoulders, looking as though he was dismayed at the prospect of being fucked by his bullies.

'That right; I'll make a film,' Lewis said as he pressed something else on the slab that he'd pulled out of his pocket. 'Here's Connor again,' Lewis said as he filmed. 'What do you want to tell Jason, Connor?' he asked.

'Hi, Jason,' Connor said timidly, venturing a little wave. 'Please forgive me, I'm just a pathetic little bitch,' Connor degraded himself.

'That's right; what does a pathetic bitch like, Connor?' Lewis pushed.

Connor looked around, glancing towards the bed that had pirates bedding, not unlike the ones he had on his briefs that he had recently lost. He moved over to the bed, leaving the rest of his clothes behind, lying on his back, then spreading his legs far apart. His left hand went up to his face to stroke it seductively, and the fingers of his right probed at his arsehole after getting slicked in his mouth. 'I like to spread my legs like a good little girl and get fucked in my pussy, master!' Connor said lewdly, his legs writhing in the air, face contorted with pretend pleasure, fingers probing his hole.

'That's right, you do,' Lewis said hungrily. He stood up and walked towards Connor, with his erection, that had been at full mast since the spanking, leading the way, leaving his briefs and shorts behind. 'You want this, don't you?' Lewis said, grabbing his little stiffy with his free hand and giving it a shake.

'OH! Yes master!' Connor exclaimed excitedly. 'Please, master! Fuck my boy pussy!!' Connor begged as he continued to squirm hungrily.

'Yer, you're a good little bitch, aren't you?' Lewis said as he approached. Just saying those words made Lewis extremely horny; his little cock was as hard as it had ever been, harder, even, and twitching with his pulse. He wasn't sexually attracted to Connor per se, but the dynamics of power between them, the fact that Connor was begging for it, the fact that Connor was his little bitch, were driving him to satiate a lust he hadn't known existed.

'Yes, master! I'm your good little bitch, master; please fuck me, master!!' Connor said to Lewis. Those words, MASTER! Not little boy, not bedwetter, MASTER. Lewis liked the sound of that, he liked the sound of that a lot.

Lewis was standing right by the bed now. He brushed Connor's hand away from his arse, and dropped the device in his hand onto the bed. Having so often been on the receiving end of the ensuing act, he knew what he needed to do. He grabbed Connor's hip with his left hand, and pointed his cock at Connor's hole with his other. He thrust in one fell move, burying himself as deeply inside the boy as he possibly could; finally, finally, he wasn't the one spreading his legs, he wasn't the one being mounted, finally he got to feel what it was like to be a top. He felt at ease; he liked being on top, to be penetrated was degrading, humiliating, feminising, and to be mounted by younger boys was especially shameful and belittling, but not here; here, he was the one doing the fucking.

It was lucky for Connor that Lewis was so unendowed, and he had used some saliva to slick up his hole when he fingered himself.

Lewis fucked like he had been doing it all his life, it all just clicked in his mind: as much as his brothers had warped him into accepting the role of the one being penetrated, going so far as to make him ask for it, making him tell them that he liked it, this was what he liked, well, almost; in other dreams he would have been fucking a girl, but fucking a boy, a little bitch, his little bitch, this felt good.

'Ooooooohhh master! Yes master! Ohhhhhh!!!!' Connor squealed loudly as Lewis fucked him. 'Master! This is so good!!! My pussy feels amazing!!' he carried on with expert practice. 'I love your cock, master! Please! Fuck me harder!' he begged.

It didn't cross Lewis' mind that Connor might have been acting, that a first time penetration virgin like him couldn't possibly be doing an even halfway good job, not to mention that even with Connor's slim bottom there was barely any penetration happening, or that his cock kept slipping out; no, he just looked down at Connor and thought about how pathetic this whore was.

'Ohhh master!! I'm cumming master!!!' Connor squealed as he spasmed and squeezed Lewis' cock, at least, what was in him and caught by his expertly controlled sphincter, edging him towards the apex. This time Lewis was prepared; Connor's anal squeeze was irresistible, and he orgasmed, pushing his little stiffy as far into the younger boy as it allowed him, trying to breed Connor with his non-existent cum, and this time suppressing his normal announcement of a dry orgasm.

'You liked that, didn't you?' Lewis said amid heavy breathing.

'Yes, master! That was amazing!' Connor responded excitedly.

'I knew a pathetic slut like you would get a little kiddie cum getting fucked in your pussy,' Lewis said. Even as he calmed down from his sexual high, he relished degrading the boy, though in his mind it was a shame that it was true: the whore in front of him lived for it, bred specifically for how much he liked it, and he briefly lamented his own circumstances where he was forced to submit himself to situations he had no control over.

'Show Jason your favourite toy,' Lewis instructed plainly.

'Do… do I have to, master?' Connor responded, sounding hesitant for the first time.

'Of course you do! How else will Jason know what a pathetic bitch you are?' Lewis 'explained'.

'But… it's embarrassing, master.' Connor tried to negotiate in line with the script; it was a complex script, but fortunately he had a good memory.

'And whose fault is that? If you had just sucked Jason and his mates off like a good little fag, you wouldn't have to show Jason your toys, would you?' Lewis admonished.

'No, master,' Connor conceded as he went to the drawers beside his bed, opening one of the top ones and pulling out a 7" [17.5cm] dildo as Lewis picked up his gadget and started filming.

'This is my favourite toy, Jason,' Connor said timidly as Lewis held the slab in front of him, recording the whole thing.

'Why is that your favourite toy, Connor?' Lewis asked.

'Because it fills my pussy really nice and it tickles my inside,' Connor responded, red-faced.

'Show Jason how you like to play with it.' Lewis egged Connor on, feeling excited, as he was the person barking the orders.

'Please master, do I have to?' Connor pleaded as though he didn't want to humiliate himself further; it was so realistic, the boy looked genuinely distressed, as though it had some dignity, which made what was about to happen all the more empowering for Lewis, giving him the illusion of breaking someone's will.

'Do it. Now. Or you're getting spanked again,' Lewis said sternly. Just saying the words brought him a sense of satisfaction, and made him feel a buzz all over again.

'Yes master,' Connor said, sounding defeated even though it was all part of the act. He grabbed something else from the drawer and covered the dildo liberally with it, then he lay back again, right in front of Lewis, legs spread and high in the air, and inserted the dildo down to the balls in one push, a loud squeal of primal lust escaping him as he did so, and then he began fucking himself in earnest, a hilarious scene of a 13-year-old boy playing with a dildo, dressed only in his grey school socks.

Lewis took in the scene, not as it tickled his groin, but his heart pumped faster even than when he was fucking Connor. The sight of the boy degrading himself, fucking himself on a dildo, was sending bolts of electricity through his body. He grabbed the dildo from Connor's hand and started fucking him hard, much harder than he could've done with his tiny cock.

'Yes, master! This feels so good, master!' Connor squealed in delight.

'Is there anything you want to say to Jason?' Lewis asked calmly, in stark contrast to the lustful Connor.

'Jason, I'm so sorry I didn't suck you off today, please fuck me, ohhh! I love getting cocks in my pussy. I'm so sorry for being a dumb bitch, Jason!' Connor squealed lewdly as Lewis rammed the dildo up his arse.

Lewis found a button on the dildo. He pressed it, and the effects were immediate. Connor instantly tensed, and a squeal of real primal pleasure, one that overshadowed his previous pretence, reverberated through the room. He was no longer pretending: with the much more substantial toy, along with the added electricity being applied directly to his sensitive prostate, he couldn't contain himself.

'Ohhh!! OHH!!! Master!! I'm going to cum again!!!' Connor squealed again as his core muscle tensed, suddenly stiffening, and then spasming as he rolled through his orgasm, and a small squirt of clear cum escaped his cock. Lewis remembered that even though Connor was a late bloomer somewhat like himself, still lacking pubic hair of any sort, with cock and balls that were almost as small as Lewis', Connor had in fact started to become capable of a wet orgasm a month back, though it was still just a small watery squirt of clear cum for a young adolescent.

'You dirty slut,' Lewis said, disgusted. He wasn't sure if he was disgusted at the boy for liking something up his bum so much, or at himself for not being able to cum, even though this whore had just squirted in front of him.

'All right, it's nap time, we need to get you in your nappy before you wet the bed,' Lewis said, moving over to the drawers himself, picking the one next to the dildo drawer, and sure enough, inside were baby nappies in Connor's size, which Lewis actually recognised, as he was in one of the same design just this morning.

This was another new experience that Lewis relished, the first time that he wasn't the one being put in a nappy, the first time that he had someone in front of him spread like this, needing to be put in a nappy. He did a very good job too, quickly sliding the nappy under the compliant boy, applied the necessary ointments, and taped it up.

'Ermmm. I need a wee wee, master,' Connor said uncertainly after Lewis taped up his nappy, sat up on the bed on his knees with his legs spreading outwards, such that he was still safely below Lewis' eye level.

'Just go,' Lewis answered nonchalantly. 'You're still a bed-wetter anyway, so it's getting wet sooner or later.' Connor did go, a dark spot developing on the front of his nappy, and a faint sound could be heard as Connor unleashed his bladder, red-faced.

'Ok, last one for Jason,' Lewis started to say, pressing something on the slab again.

'In… in my nappy, master?' Connor interrupted, horrified. 'Please, master! Please! No! Anything but that!' Connor begged, eyes watering.

'Quiet,' Lewis said calmly but authoritatively, a tone that he didn't even know he had, but one that he was enjoying immensely. 'I'm only trying to help. Jason says he'll stop picking on you if you let him and his friends fuck you tomorrow, but I need to show them just how pathetic and useless you are for them to agree. If you're embarrassed about being seen in nappies, you should stop wetting the bed,' Lewis finished with indifference to a boy who was truly sobbing. Connor was an outstanding actor, he immersed himself in the moment; as a slave, he couldn't care less what was shared about him, and yet foreign as it might be, he tapped into how a 'normal' boy might feel.

'Jason couldn't believe that you still need to wear nappies; it was what changed his mind, and he told me that he'd need pictures and videos of you in nappies for him to consider stopping picking on you,' Lewis explained.

'Please, master, I don't want him to see me in nappies,' Connor pleaded through tearful eyes, pleas that fell on deaf ears. 'What will he do with them, master?' Connor asked.

'I don't know,' Lewis answered dismissively. 'That's his business. If he wants to share it with the entire school, he will; if he wants to make it public and show everyone, that's his decision,' Lewis said dismissively to the crying boy.

'Now shush and get this last video done,' Lewis said more harshly. Connor took a deep breath and attempted to suck in his snot, and wiped some of the tears off his red face.

'Say hello to Jason, Connor,' Lewis asked, slab back in position.

'Hi, Jason,' the red-faced Connor said, clearly having just wiped some tears off.

'Gee, what're you wearing, Connor!?' Lewis asked loudly, feigning surprise.

'I'm wearing my nappy,' Connor answered timidly, embarrassed and looking down, playing the part.

'Why are you in a nappy, Connor? Are you a baby?' Lewis teased mockingly on camera. The verbal abuse felt so empowering; it wasn't him that was being embarrassed, it wasn't his bedwetting that was the central topic, he had power, he had control, over himself, but more importantly, over the scared little whore in front of him.

'Nnn No!' Connor answered quickly, stuttering somewhat. 'I… I'm a bedwetter, so I need to wear nappies…' Connor answered, tailing off.

'How old are you?' Lewis asked. 'Thirteen,' Connor responded quietly

'That's so pathetic! You're thirteen years old and still a bedwetter?!' Lewis mocked and laughed at the poor boy, sounding surprised, almost able to put behind him that he was a fourteen-year-old bedwetter.

'When do you need to wear nappies, Connor?' Lewis asked, prompting Connor to think a little.

'Ermm… when I go to bed,' Connor started, 'and when I have naps.'

'Forgetting something, are we?' Lewis teased, musing to himself even though it was a script that he wrote. 'You need nappies on car trips as well, don't you? In case you have an accident and go wee wee in your pants.' Lewis cooed as though he was talking to a baby, basking in Connor's perceived indignity.

'Ye… yes master,' Connor responded, barely louder than a whisper.

'Sorry, I didn't catch that?' Lewis asked immediately.

'Yes master!' Connor repeated, more clearly this time.

'Better,' Lewis said. ' Now tell Jason you're sorry for being a pathetic faggot, and beg him to fuck you; promise to be his bitch and say you'll do whatever he wants.'

'I'm really sorry I didn't give you and your friends a blowjob, Jason; please forgive me, I'm only a useless pathetic bedwetter nappy faggot. I'll be a good little girl and spread my legs for you, Jason, I really really want your big cock in my pussy so bad! I promise I'll be a good little bitch and do whatever you want, Jason.' Connor said it all as tears ran freely down his face, kneeling on his bed in a wet baby nappy and grey school socks.

Holy Shit! Lewis thought, the slut said it, word for word just as he had fantasised. It was even better than he had pictured it: he felt power emanating from deep within, power that he longed for, power that he felt he deserved.

A buzzer rang, right on cue.

Connor's tears immediately stopped, he wiped his face and dropped to the floor, prostrating himself before Lewis, before edging himself forward to kiss Lewis' right foot, then his left foot, and Connor pushed up on his knees to give Lewis's tiny balls a gentle peck before prostrating again, planting his face firmly on the ground.

'Thank you for choosing Kenny's Den, master, I hope this little slut has served you well,' Connor said. 'You…' Connor went on to go through other details like reviews, discounts, and such things.

Lewis' heart was still pumping; this was the most thrilling experience of his life, he was almost shell shocked even as he picked up his underwear and shorts and left the room, to be met with a moving light that guided him to another room, where Ben, Kyle, and James were already waiting.

'Did you have a good time?' Ben asked as he saw Lewis approach from the corridor. Just the sight of Ben was enough to break Lewis. All the power he had felt was gone, lingering in his mind like a half-forgotten dream. The boy in front of him was in charge.

'Yes, sir, thank you for letting me do this,' Lewis answered politely, sounding even more respectful than usual.

'Good; why don't you go to the loo? We're going home now; you probably need a shower too,' Ben said as he turned, with everyone following him. Lewis did need the toilet, so he went before the bus ride home.

The trip was uneventful. Lewis kept to himself and reflected on what happened, burning it into his memory so that he could revisit it later. He looked at some of the videos that he took, which still brought him a sense of comfort and control.

They got to their neighbourhood. James and Lewis were walking side by side silently, and Kyle and Ben looked engrossed in some discussion that Lewis wasn't paying attention to. It was a short walk, and just as they approached the house Kyle fell in pace with Lewis.

'You really spanked that little slut, huh?' Kyle asked playfully, causing Lewis to tense. 'Wha… what do you mean… erm… sir,' Lewis responded quickly, barely remembering to address Kyle properly

'Don't play dumb, we saw you spank that little slut with a ruler.' Ben joined in, amused, to an even more astonished Lewis as they approached their home 'We were designated as your guardians, silly; we saw the whole thing,' Ben explained. 'They even gave us a copy of your video for free.

'You spank pretty well for a little boy,' Kyle 'complimented' Lewis. 'But I thought you were a bit harsh, not like how we help you,' he continued as they entered the house.

'I… I guess,' Lewis answered, panicked. He didn't expect Ben and Kyle to see his fantasy, and was worried about how they might take it; would they perceive it as a challenge?

'Who cares, it was just a dumb slut,' Ben chimed in again, to a still visibly shaken Lewis. 'Important thing is you enjoyed your birthday and had your first fuck, even if you did forget to announce your little kiddie cum,' Ben teased, using Lewis' words against him.

Lewis was in full panic mode; this was new territory, and he didn't know what to make of the situation. He tried to think of something, and then reverted to ideas to humiliate himself, just in case, so he kicked off his shoes, pulled down his briefs and shorts in one motion, then lay down on the floor, colourful socks in the air, legs spread and inviting. 'My first fuck was very nice, sir,' Lewis said hurriedly, 'but it'd be really good if you can fuck me to remind me that I am only a little boy who is still a bedwetter and needs big boys like your to put me in my nappy, sir., Lewis said as he looked up at Ben whilst lying on the floor with his legs spread in front of the younger boys.

'Well, I suppose that's a pretty good idea,' Ben said as he moved to undo his shorts, holding the boner that had been developing since Kenny's den, at the sight of Lewis being in a uncharacteristically powerful position, not excited because Lewis was in power, but that he had power over the 14-year-old.

To Be Continued