Darkfire Knight

Gabriel's Nightmare

Chapters 13-...

Chapter 13

Even as Gabriel bit down on his bottom lip with his front teeth, he moved up to Billy. He knew in his heart Clint was already getting annoyed with his lack of action. One thing he had learned was not doing what Clint wanted or expected would only bring punishments on him and then make things worse for whoever the anger was really being directed toward. To this end, Gabriel moved around to Billy's head, grabbed a hand full of the boy's hair and pulled. He then pulled back totally exposing Billy's Adam's apple and smacked it with two finger. It was something Mom's boyfriend, Toby, used to do to him and it always caused him to cry, but the way Toby did it, all he ended up doing was making croaking sounds for a couple of minutes. This, in turn, caused Toby and his drug dealing friends to laugh.

It was pretty clear by the way Billy thrashed under Randy, the shot had caused the same kind of anguish. Knowing from bitter experience of the boy badly needed to try to suck in some air, he pulled the pillowcase out of Billy's mouth grabbed onto his hair again and once more smacked his fingers over the helpless boy's exposed Adam's apple. Even as Billy started making croaking sounds, Gabriel raised his hand a third time, "Any more talking or screaming and I do it again!"

Fighting off a desire to cry about what he was doing, Gabriel glanced over Tony, "Go get one of the shoelaces out of the shoes in the closet, make a slip knot and put it over his head. This way, when we let him out of the blanket all we have to do is pull on it when he does something bad and it will tighten around his neck."

At this both Randy and Tony looked over at Gabriel with a bit of shock. Randy recovered quickly though. He glanced back over at Tony, "Damn-it, do as you are told or you're next!"

Tony gulped even as he darted toward the closet, but was stopped by Randy's voice. "Take the laces off the shoes he is wearing. He doesn't deserve to be able to wear cleats after the way he screwed up on Saturday!"

Gabriel cringed as he watched Tony yank off the shoes and start pulling the laces out. However, he already knew what was going to happen so he figured it would look good if he made the suggestion, "Why are we letting him wear a uniform at all? After the way he blew it, he shouldn't be allowed to wear one!"

At this Randy grinned, "Good point! Once we take the fight out of him, we will have to get him out of it until he earns it back."

Billy shook his head at hearing this and started to say something only to see Gabriel raise his fingers and reach for his hair again. This time he shook his head wildly, but Gabriel wasn't about to look weak. Gabriel's thoughts were really focused on what would happen to Ethan if Clint didn't like his 'performance' in this room. There was nothing he could do for Billy, but he firmly believed Clint would love an excuse to take Ethan away and give him to the man who dressed boys as babies. At least by doing bad stuff which was already going to happen to Billy no matter what, he could help someone else.

Gabriel yanked Billy's head back again and brought his fingers down over the boy's neck a third time. "You don't get to tell us what to do. You don't get to tell us what you want. You only get what we give you when we give it to you and like it!"

Billy's whole body shook under the assault on his neck even as gasps and gurgling sobs came out of his mouth.

At this point even Randy cringed, "Damn, little dude, careful, we don't want to kill him! His stepdad said we could do whatever we wanted since he's nothing but a spoiled shit and now mommy ain't around to protect him. But we can't make it so bad he has to go see a doc or nothing. If we do, his stepdad will get mad at us too!"

At this Gabriel rolled his eyes, "Toby used to do this to me way harder. If he is like me and I keep hitting him like this, then he won't be able to talk at all and his throat will hurt real bad, like the time I had strep. One time Toby hit me like five times and the only thing to stop it hurting was to suck on ice for almost two days. I don't see what the big deal is. We were told he had to go to the game on Saturday, but since he is a bench warmer, talking don't matter since it ain't allowed no how. From what I saw, the coaches just needs those sitting to follow, sit down, and take some unwanted attention. It's no fun, but pretty easy."

Tony interrupted, "I've seen slipknots and even had them used on me, but no idea how to make one."

Randy drove another hard elbow shot into the area where Billy's hand was pinned around the bat, but this time the boy's throat was too sore to let out any kind of a scream. Instead, all that came out was a horse sounding screech. "Wow, little dude, the throat thing works good! Now get up here and play with his nose or something while I set this up."

Gabriel moved up and sat on Billy's chest as Randy moved over to show Tony how to tie a slipknot. As this happened Gabriel decided to take a big risk. He leaned close to Billy's right ear and started to twist on the earlobe. As Billy thrashed, Gabriel whispered right into the boy's ear. "This'll probably be the only chance I have, so listen. We get hurt if we don't do this and then you get hurt even more. The more you fight, the more we have to hurt you. Just stop fighting us."

Seeing his words were getting through by the look in the tear filed blue eyes, he stuck his fingers into Billy's nostrils and started to twist even as he once again whispered, "Thrash like this really hurts or I will have to make it really hurt."

As Billy started bucking in an attempt to get Gabriel off him, Gabriel spoke again with a warning in his barely audible voice, "Do what you're told and deal with what happens or we will have to make you hurt more and you will end up doing it anyway. Just get this over with as fast as you can. Now I know your throat hurts bad, but you have to scream or I will bite until you really have to."

With that Gabriel gripped Billy's ear with his teeth, bit down just hard enough to make sure he was going to leave and mark and twisted. Much to Gabriel's relief, Billy let out a raspy sounding howl.

Off to the side both Tony and Randy looked over as they watched Gabriel turn Billy's ear with his teeth. The pair exchanged glances, with Randy smirking and Tony cringing.

Gabriel knew he had to make this look good, because he guessed Clint was smart enough to know he had said something to Billy, so he put his fingers back into the kid's nostrils and pulled forcing Billy to crane his neck back. Gabriel leaned in again and spoke softly one last time, "Sorry, but I have to make this look good or all this will happen to me and it will get even worse for you." With those words said, he used his free hand to once again smack Billy's Adam's apple while shouting into Billy's ear, "I didn't bite you hard enough for you to scream. Keep it up and you won't be able to eat for days! Trust me I know!"

Everyone watching saw Billy's whole body tremble with the latest shot to the throat and everyone could hear him gasping for air.

Randy held up his hand to stop Gabriel from doing anything else as he dropped the loop of the slipknot over Billy's head and pulled it until it was firmly around the boy's neck. He then tied the second shoelace to the end of the first so he had more string to pull it. He gave Billy a couple of minutes to be able to breathe somewhat normally again, taking the break to remove the boy's socks so he had exposed bare feet. He played with the toes roughly for over a minute including taking a paperclip off the dresser, bending it straight, and sticking it under the boy's right big toenail. This got an unearthly wail out of the boy and forced Randy to elbow the boy in the nuts to get him to stop thrashing.

He then pulled the wire out and stuck it under the left toenail and left it there before moving up to Billy's face and slapping him. "The toes are mine to play with, shit head, don't try to kick me again or the next shut to your ball will be way harder!" He then showed him the end of the shoelace. "With as fucked up as your neck is, the last thing you want is for me to pull this tight, but let me show you what will happen if you fight us at all once we remove the blanket from around you."

Randy pulled slowly on the shoelace until the loop around Billy's neck started to restrict breathing. It was clear by the look of panic in Billy's eyes as he felt the thin laces close around his neck, the youngster understood his situation.

Gabriel reached over to the slipknot and loosened it enough to where there was no pressure on Billy's neck but used his thumb and index finger of his other hand to flip Billy hard in the nose, "You fight us at all and Tony is going to pull it tight until you pass out, then we start all over again!"

Randy once again looked over to Gabriel with some surprise, but just as quickly shrugged. "And when we let you out of the blanket, don't you dare reach up and try to pull that off no matter what happens or we start all over again, but next time we'll take turns smacking your neck! Nod if you understand!"

Billy nodded like his head had become the top of a bobble head doll even though moving his head around hurt his throat.

"Good little bench warmer," Randy snickered even as he motioned for Gabriel to get off the boy. "Once the blanket comes off you better drop the bat too!"

Again Billy nodded even as he felt Tony grab the far end of the shoelace controlling the loop around his neck and give it the slightest of pulls.

Randy turned to Gabriel with an approving smile, "Nice work, little dude, but let's just stick to calling me Cap for captain and my little friend, Batty, for bat boy. He then grabbed Billy's nose between his index and middle finger, squeezed and twisted until he could feel the boy quivering in pain. "And this one is Benchy!" Randy made a jerk to one of the overhead cameras which was positioned right over Billy as way of trying to warn Gabriel, Clint didn't want real names being used.

Even as Gabriel nodded in understanding, Billy laid on the bed and tried to breath normally. His throat burned something awful and his wrist hurt almost as badly. Even as Gabriel got off him he didn't move, too afraid of the shoelace around his neck and even more afraid of getting his neck slapped again.

Randy stood over Billy for a minute, letting the kid recover a bit more before motioning for Gabriel to get on the others side. The two of them then pulled Billy to a standing position. Randy couldn't help but grin as the boy wobbled some. "Benchy, you are a total wuss. We haven't even gotten started yet!"

Randy then motioned for Tony to take a step back to stand well behind Billy, "Now, Batty, if he doesn't drop the bat and stand there like a good little Benchy, pull on that and keep pulling until the little bastard passes out."

Randy then pointed to Gabriel, "Let's see if he is smarter than he looks; unwrap him."

Gabriel moved up and pulled the bedspread away, taking the bat with him as he did so.

This time Billy stood there trembling and fighting hard not to whimper even as he used his left hand to hold onto his right wrist which was starting to swell up some.

Randy eyed the wrist as he moved up. He hoped it wasn't badly injured or Clint would take a turn with him in one of his special rooms or, worse yet, in a room down here decorated with some of the darker things he had seen the man use. With a gulp he pulled up Billy's right arm, "Move your hand around, Benchy. Let's see how bad it is."

Billy did as instructed but it was clear by the look on his face the movement hurt him something fierce.

With concern and a great deal of fear, Randy looked at the mirrored window he knew the men were watching this whole thing from.

A moment later the cameras moved around and the window scene of an oak tree changed to a computer monitor with the words, "Keep going, he isn't going to die. We will deal with you later."

At this Gabriel and Tony both cringed while Randy turned a bit pale. However, Billy was not facing the window and hadn't moved, fearing the shoelace around his neck more than just about anything else at the moment. Because of this, and even though he saw the change in demeanor in both Gabriel and Randy, he didn't understand it. Instead, he just kept trying to move his wrist like he had been told even though it hurt worse with each rotation.

Randy eyed the wrist and shrugged it off even as the picture of the tree returned in the window. There was nothing he could do about it now, and even if it ended up in a cast, Billy would still be able to be used as a lap boy. His only hope was to continue to make this look good for the cameras and hope Clint wouldn't do more than pound his ass then make him suck him for a few hours to get it clean and get him off a couple more times.

To this end, Randy lowered the arm, "You be a good little Benchy, and I'll leave it alone. If not, I'll play with it some more."

Randy took a deep breath knowing he better find something to at least wrap the wrist so it didn't get hurt any worse. With a growl, he glanced over to Gabriel, "Seeing him in that uniform is just pissing me off. Deal with it. I'll be right back!"

Gabriel looked over to Tony, hoping beyond all hope, Billy would get the massage. "Hey, Batty, any kind of move to stop me from getting off the uniform, pull on the string!"

Getting a nod from Tony, Gabriel moved up and made quick work of the button up shirt. Undressing Clint as many times as he had made this easy. The tee shirt was a bit more problematic since Tony would have to let go of the sting in order to get it totally over Billy's head and clear of the sting. After a moment of debate, Gabriel realized the more mean he looked the happier Clint would be. To this end he decided to play up to the camera some. He pulled up on the collar and put it up to Billy's mouth, "Chew on this so it comes apart enough for me to rip it off you!"

The look in Billy's eyes made it hard from Gabriel to not cry, but he guessed the harder he was on the kid now, the easier it would end up. He flipped Billy's ear hard as he shoved the collar of the shirt into the boy's mouth, "I said chew, Benchy!"

Billy jerked his head to the side and yelped

"What part of don't move didn't you get?" Gabriel snarled, then nodded to Tony.

Tony didn't hesitate in the slightest. He pulled on the shoelace causing Billy to grip at his neck.

"Aw, man!" Gabriel muttered knowing he would have to hurt the boy in front of him for this or face punishment himself. He moved up and used the punch Randy had been teaching him. The blow was next to perfect. His arm was in line with his knuckles, he stepped into to give it more power and twisted just as he made contact. The results were predictably devastating. Billy doubled over as air rushed out of his lungs. At the same time he tried to scream in pain but there was no air in him to allow it. This only made getting his breath back harder.

Billy went down to the ground clutching his stomach even as he tried to gasp for air. At the same time the shoelace around his neck pulled tight preventing easy intake of air. His face started turning red then a bit blue before both Gabriel and Tony managed to loosen the slip knot.

Gabriel knelt next to Billy, feeling angry over being forced to do this to someone else, but also pissed off at Billy for not making this as easy as Gabriel wanted to make it. Now it was a no win. He was either super mean to the gasping child or both of them would get worse from Clint. Knowing he was not strong enough to rip the tee shirt without some kind of hole in it, he grabbed one of the trophies off the dresser. It had a disk on the top with little ridges with a number one in the middle. He pulled up on the middle of Billy's tee shirt and started dragging the hard plastic disk over the material until it got a hole in it. He then ripped it both up and down until all that was left was the collar and the bottom edge.

By this time Billy was getting his breath back and was starting to struggle so Gabriel kneed him in the side to kill any resistance then rolled him over onto his stomach. "Hey," he growled while looking over at Tony, "use the trophy to cut the collar and bottom of the shirt while I sit on him."

Tony didn't even nod, once again showing he was very used to doing exactly what he was told. Even as Gabriel sat down on Billy's back and used his legs to pin the boy's arms to his side, Tony went to work. It was far from a sharp or perfect tool, but after nearly four minutes he managed to split the materiel enough to be able to tear it. It then took both boys to pull the shirt off. Gabriel paused long enough to pull Billy's hair to make him expose his neck then smacked the boy's throat yet again. "Don't try to fight or I swear I will hit your neck again, Benchy."

Next to come off was Billy's pants. This proved to be quite a bit easier since Billy only put up a token fight which ended when Gabriel stuck his fingers into Billy's nose and twisted. "Benchy, it's all coming off! How much it hurts you for us to get it off is on you. Now lay still." He then held up is hand as if getting ready to smack they kid's Adam's apple yet again. Billy shook his head and let Tony unbutton and pull off his pants while he did nothing but stare at Gabriel's raised hand with terror in his eyes. Still, Billy didn't help either so there was a bit of a struggle getting his pants fully off. However, once they came off, they pulled down on the boy's underwear to where they were still up in front but pretty much exposing the butt in the back. This left Billy with nothing on except partially pulled down set of white briefs.

Instinct took over as Billy tried to grab and pull what little he had on back up, but a sharp pull to his hair by Gabriel stopped his thrashing attempt to grab his briefs. "Batty, get up here and pull his arms up so he can't reach anything with them again. If he tries to or fights you, bite his fingers!"

Tony let go of the string and with Gabriel's help pulled Billy's arms above over his head. He then took two of Billy's fingers on the boys left hand and bit down just hard enough to draw blood. This got a yelp of pain out of Billy. Feeling the boy was about to pull the fingers back, Tony grabbed the already injured wrist, but unlike Gabriel, Tony showed no remorse. As soon as he realized this caused a great deal of pain he clamped his hand over the wrist and started squeezing. It didn't take but a second of two for Billy to get the hint. He stopped fighting and moved his other arm up over his head while he let Tony continue to chew on his fingers, even as tears of agony streamed out of his eyes.

Tony then sat on the outstretched arms and poked at the injured wrist a few times as a warning. Each poke got a weak yelp out of Billy who finally stopped even trying to struggle. Gabriel could not only see the look of defeat on the boy's face, but felt it in the boy's body as well. The kid had given up.

It wasn't until Gabriel realized Billy had mentally lost the will to fight, that noticed Randy standing back watching him and Tony with a smirk on his face. He started to complain about not getting any help, but Randy cut him off.

"Nice work, but keep his arm with the hurt wrist out and up so we can wrap it. We can't have a Benchy with a bum wrist! He will still need his hands for bat and ball practice." Tony snickered as he grabbed his crotch. "Other people's bats and balls, but still will need both hands!"

This got a snicker out of Tony while Gabriel turned away from the camera on purpose so it would not catch the look and disgust on his face. He also motioned for Tony to get off the injured arm and spoke to further cover up for what he could only guess would not look good on movie he was being forced to make. "So you got something to wrap it up with?"

"Yeah," Randy forced a snicker as he used a stretch bandage to wrap the boy's wrist then put a bowler's glove around it and pulled the Velcro tight. This got a scream of pain out of Billy, but still the boy didn't do more than try to jerk his wrist back from Randy.

Randy used his open hand to slap Billy in the middle of his chest hard, leaving a bright red hand print. "Don't you dare pull back from me, Benchy, I'm your team captain and you belong to me for the season! Got it?"

Billy howled in pain but managed a weak nod.

This wasn't enough for Randy, however. He shoved the injured hand back to Tony and motioned for the boy to sit on the arm again as he moved forward and looked down into the boy's face, "Tell us who you belong to, Benchy!"

"Y… yo… you!" Billy managed to speak through sobs.

"Me what?" Randy roared as his hand came down on the boy's chest a second time sounding more like a crack of a whip than a slap.

Once again Billy screamed as his whole body convulsed from the brutal attack. Seeing the hand raised above his chest he forced himself to speak, "Please, no!"

The words were not even fully out before the hand come down yet again.

Gabriel realized Billy didn't even buck much under him this time. "Are you really this stupid? He asked you who you belong to. Now say it or I'll hit your neck again and you won't be able to!"

Underneath Gabriel, Billy shook like a leaf, "OK… ok… you win…"

This time both Gabriel's and Randy's hands moved up as if getting ready to strike. Even through tear filled eyes, Billy saw this and screamed, "You! I belong to you!"

"I think you are just saying that to get me to stop." Randy growled as he motioned for Gabriel to slide down some. Once Gabriel was sitting on the boy's hips, Randy grabbed both of Billy's tits and roughly twisted them. The scream and pleas to let go were short lived. Randy let go and clamped his hands over Billy's nose and mouth. "If you really believe you belong to me then I have every right to play with your tits. You don't have the right to ask me to stop. You don't have any rights unless I give them to you including the right to breath!"

This time Billy tried to struggle but there was literally nothing he could do. His legs and body were pinned by Gabriel, his arms by Tony, and his head was in a arm lock by Randy. He could do nothing even as his body fought to take in air. It didn't take long before he started to see spots in the corners of his eyes and then things started to dim out. The next thing he knew he was gasping for air and the fuzzy outline of Rand's face was hovering above him. Then it started all over again.

Five times total Billy was brought to the edge of total unconsciousness only to be allowed to breath again. By this time he was actually wishing the kid above him would not let go, but it was not going to be and even in his tortured state part of him, a primal part, knew this and simply gave up. He laid there not even moving his head to get away from the hands as they moved back toward his mouth and nose.

Noticing this, Randy stopped, "Now, Benchy, who do you belong to?"

Billy had very little left inside him and his raspy voice told of his inner defeat, "I belong to you…"

Randy grinned as he reached down and lightly played with the boy's tits, "Which means these belong to who?"

A sob escaped Billy as me muttered, "You, they belong to you, too!"

Randy stayed down next to Billy running his hands over the boy's face, chest, legs and feet, continually demanding the boy say the body part being handled belonged to Randy. It took several minutes for the boy to calm and stop crying, but once he did, Randy jumped back up to his feat and motioned for Gabriel and Tony to stand the battered boy up.

Seeing Billy wobbling and having a hard time staying standing, Randy moved up and lightly pulled at the boy's nipples while he spoke. "Keep his arms up and stand on each side of him so he doesn't fall over. This makes me wonder how he ever made the team. He is a weak little shit. We'll have to toughen him up some before he can play again!"

Randy then moved behind Billy and grabbed at the boy's mostly exposed butt cheeks. "Wow quite a handful. So, Benchy, you fucked up out in the field and deserve a good hard spanking. So you are going to lean over my lap and put these mounds up and not move." Randy roughly put a hand on each exposed cheek and squeezed. "After all, these ass cheeks belong to me too, right?"

Billy let out a sob but nodded. He also didn't fight as Tony and Gabriel pulled him over to the bed and draped him over Randy's lap.

Randy snickered as spent almost a minute squeezing and kneading the two mounds of boy flesh over his lap, "Damn, not often someone gets to beat their own ass, but since this one belongs to me that is what I am about to do, huh?"

This got a giggle out of Tony and a very forced smile out of Gabriel. Randy shot Gabriel an annoyed glance for a moment then turned to play up to the cameras and hide the discomfort all but written on the face of Gabriel. "Oh, and since these overly plump buns belong to me too, I think you should thank me for smacking the crap out of them! So come on, Benchy, thank me for betting this ass that belongs to me!"

Unreserved dread could could be heard in Billy's voice as he spoke, "Thank you for beating my butt."

Randy reached over and grabbed a hunk of Billy's hair getting a yelp and some thrashing, "Who's ass am I about to beat?"

"Yours!" Billy squealed as Randy started twisting his hair, "My butt belongs to you!"

Randy's hand crashed down onto the boy's right butt cheek. A moment later Billy bellowed in pain and kicked wildly.

Randy pointed to Gabriel and Tony, "Hold his arms and legs so he can't move. This is going to be fun!"

Once Gabriel had Billy's legs and Tony had his arms pulled tight Randy resumed, each blow seemed to be harder then the previous. Billy screamed and plead, bawled and begged, but Randy didn't stop until the boy's but was a mixture of red with a hint of blue bruising.

Randy finally stopped, motioned for Gabriel and Tony to back off and rolled the sweat drenched and weeping kid off his lap and let him flop down onto the floor. He then stood and shook his hand while putting his foot on Billy's face, "Damn, I didn't want to stop, but my hand is really starting to hurt! Next time I am going to use something else so I can keep going!"

Seeing a message flash up on the window, Randy jerked his head so Gabriel and Tony could see the message then spoke up. "You two, go get us a soda and Benchy some water so he stays hydrated."

It took everything Gabriel had not to knell next to the battered boy and try to comfort him, so the command was a welcome one. At least this way he could get out of the room, splash some water on his face and get himself calmed down some before doing some other horrendous thing to a kid he didn't even know.

He moved to the door and glanced back, "Which way to the kitchen?"

"Batty will show you. Get going. I'm thirsty and the cold from the can of soda will feel good on my hand!"

Gabriel moved out in to the hall only to run right into Clint. The man didn't look angry, but he didn't look happy either. Clint pointed to Tony, "Get three sodas and a couple of big bottles of water for Billy. I need to talk to Gabe and get his head screwed on straight."

Clint then grabbed Gabriel by the shoulder and guided him into a side room. The minute the door shut, Clint shoved his hand down the front of Gabriel's pants and started playing with his boyhood while he all but snarled. "What the hell is your problem?"

"I…"

"Oh stop before I decide it should be you instead of Billy in there. You started out pretty good but haven't done a thing other than hold the little slut down for the past twenty minutes. That shit doesn't fly for long in a "B" grade porn flick and I don't make "B" grad crap. Now we decked that fucking room out will all sorts of possibilities and unless you want to find out what I would do to you with half the shit in there, you best start using your brain and stop caring about the little bastard. Now hold your tongue as I enjoy your nuts in my hands."

Clint gave Gabriel's balls a hard squeeze and kept the pressure on until the boy started to tremble. Still Gabriel fought hard not to beg and it showed as he clenched his fists. even as tears and snot started to roll down his face he shook his head and said nothing. Suddenly the man's hand released the boy jewels and Clint's tongue licked at the tears on Gabriel's face. "You see, there is the difference between you and Billy. You have learned what you are. He hasn't and I am at the very least his second owner.

"Also keep in mind, had I not bought the ungrateful cocksucker, he would have certainly double failed at the party. That means some of the shouts you heard from the back house would have been his. What you all are doing to him is nothing, nothing at all when compared to what would have happened to him in there. There is only two safeties for kids who double fail or worse. No death and no permanent disfigurement. Doc Adams had to set over half a dozen broken bones and stitch up the assholes and cunts of well over a dozen brats before it was done. Billy is new meat, so several of the group would have all but fought to spend time with him.

"I know you saw what Gunther's boy looked like up on stage and I can assure you Gunther and a few others would have certainly tried Billy out. The shit he is going through today is child's play in comparison to thirty minutes with Gunther. And since I bought him before the grading, it is pretty much expected I will bring him back to the next party. What you all are doing may well save him from seeing the back room. Now get your shit together. He is breaking, but not broken. Finish the fucking job for both his and your sake.

"Now give me a real good cock sucking for fucking around in there or I will loan you out to the two visitors for an hour or two each."

Gabriel gave a slight nod, "I will give suck your dick and help to finish breaking Billy, sir." With those words he undid Clint's pants and took the man's already hard dick into his mouth. A moment later he felt Clint grab his ears as his head was pulled down the poll of manhood.

Even as Clint roughly face fucked Gabriel, he spoke, "When you are done and have me nice and cleaned off, I want you to go back in there and use some of these brains I know you have. Give me something different, something unexpected with all the shit in there or the next time you see that room it will have Mikey chained to the bed. You, Tony and Randy will then put Mikey through everything you put Billy through and then my two friends will get to come in and do whatever they want to the two all four of you while I find out what new and interesting things I can do to Ethan. Blink twice if you understand."

Gabriel felt his heart speed up as he quickly blinked twice.

"Good boy, Gabe. Now keep in mind, you still have that other brat to help Randy break in too, and a lot is riding on you doing a good job on him, too and this is good practice!" Clint stopped talking as he got into the blowjob. A few minutes later he shot a very full load into Gabriel's tear streaked face and checked to make sure the boy had swallowed every drop. Satisfied, be pushed Gabriel back, "Bathroom is next door, grab a toothbrush and clean your mouth, get your jaw loosened up, then get in there and give me something I can market!"

As soon as Gabriel left the bathroom and entered the hall Clint was there with a computer note pad out. The man grabbed Gabriel by the hair and shoved the notebook in front of the boy's face. Gabriel watched as close to a hundred photos played showing a kid about ten years old in a crib. Thick mittens, heavily Velcroed around the boy's wrists, covered the boy's hands which prevented him from doing much with his hands. Adding to the child's predicament, a pacifier was held in place by an elastic band which wrapped around the boy's head and bands secured to just above the knees and the ankles were attached with some kind of cord. This meant the boy could not stretch his legs, so any movement would have to be done down on the ground with mittened hands and knees by crawling. The only clothing the kid wore was a diaper.

Subsequent photos showed bits and pieces of the boy's life. There was the bottle feedings, the diaper changings, the bath times, stroller walks, crawling across a floor, and a few showing the boy in a large baby swing. Other photos showed him on the lap of a man. One looking looked like he was being bounced on the man's knee, another showed him sucking on the man's right tit. Those that showed the boy without diapers, showed some kind of see-through bag over the boy's cock and balls with another band of what was probably Velcro holding the tiny cloth bag on by being tightly secured around the base of the cock.

Clint finally pulled the note pad back and spun Gabriel so the boy was facing him, "Ethan's future awaits… That is unless you want to wake the fuck up and show my friends something special. They paid to watch this flick being made, and are hinting their money might not be well spent. You're coming damned close to screwing with my rep. Now make it right or you will be featured in the next shoot down here while Ethan relearns how to be a baby. Keep in mind, he will probably lose the ability to walk, maybe permanently since he will never be allowed to extend his legs, and his fingers will also be damaged from lack of being able to use them. Is that what you want for your boy?"

"No, I don't want Ethan to be a baby! I will help take care of Billy, Sir!"

"No… Too late for helping to take care of him. You use that head of yours and give me something really special, something surprising, something totally different. You do and I'll forget you fucked up this first part and even find a reward for you. If not, well, the offer is still open for Ethan and I'll hand both Randy and Tony over to Gunther for forty-eight hours and let them both know it was your fault. I will then make a room and hand you over to the two of them. Sounds fun, doesn't it?" "No, sir!" Gabriel gasped out with something akin to terror in his eyes. "I don't want anyone to go to Gunther, sir!"

"Then show me you have the brains I believe you have and open up your darker side on Billy-boy. It is not just for me or you, which should be enough. This time it is for Ethan, Tony, and Randy. Although, if Billy's wrist is as fucked up as it looks, Randy will have other problems to worry about." Clint grabbed Gabriel's chin and forced the boy to look into his eyes, "My pet, don't you dare forget how much I paid for you and what a hell of a chance I am giving you. You need to get it into your head, you owe me. Doing things for others ain't going to get you too much further with me. Today, yes, next week maybe, but a month from now, no chance. What you do better change to being about me first, you second, Ethan third, your brother and sister fourth and everyone else last, if at all. In simple terms: you best learn to do things for me because you are my little pet and a pet does what an owner wants. Got me?"

The very way the man was shaking with anger as he tightened his grip told Gabriel he was all but out of chances to make things in the room into something Clint wanted. He fought the growing discomfort as he managed to speak, "I need to do things you want because I'm owned by you, sir."

"Good boy." Clint stated as he released the grip on Gabriel's chin. His eyes, however, told of a building anger. This was not the man wanting to scare Gabriel, nor was it him being mean just because he liked it. The man was mad, and that was more terrifying than anything Gabriel could think of, because if the man wasn't hurting him for fun, and didn't care about him anymore, there was no question Ethan would become a bay, his brother and sister would be… he didn't even want to know… and he could end up looking like the poor kid up on stage. Even worse, there was no one to stop Clint from breaking his bones and burning him with things or do the same to Mikey or his ferret. A deeper fear than what he had felt up till now gripped Gabriel even as Clint spoke in a growling voice, "Now go show me something in the next hour or you will get to help me put a diaper on Ethan and tell him you fucked him." With that, he brought his hand down across Gabriel's ass hard and pushed him toward the door.

Gabriel winced and used a shoulder to get any trace of a tear out of his eyes. He took a deep breath as he reentered the room. He then gave a nod over to Randy with a new grim determination in his eyes. "Why's he still wearing underwear? Those are part of the uniform, too!"

Randy shat Gabriel a surprised smirk as he finished bandaging Billy's wrist as best as he could. Before Billy could so much as test out the wrap, Randy grabbed the boy's crotch with one hand while he pushed up Billy's chin with his other so the boy was looking at him. You heard him, Benchy. Everything comes off!"

Billy cringed but already figured this was coming. He closed his eyes and let out something between a pout and a whimper.

Randy snorted at the odd sound, "Such a baby. How'd you ever make the team?" Even as he sad this he let go of the boy's crotch, reached around, and snapped at the elastic underwear band. "Tell me who these belong to, Benchy."

Billy tried to lower his head, but Randy had his chin held tightly. Since he couldn't lower his head, he closed his eyes again as he managed to whisper. "You, they belong to you."

"So there won't be any problem with me taking them, right?"

A couple of ears dripped out of Billy's eyes as he tried to shake his head. Feeling Randy's grip tighten on his chin he once again spoke, "No, you can take them."

Randy motioned over to Gabriel, "Get 'em off!"

Gabriel moved up and yanked them down, then stomped on Billy's foot.

Billy let out a screech even as he pulled up his foot to grab at it.

This gave Gabriel an opening and he pulled one side over the foot. When Billy didn't put his battered foot down and lift his other one, Gabriel snarled, "How stupid are you?"

Before Billy could figure out what was wanted he felt another stomp onto his other foot. This one was eave harder so he screamed in pain and jerked hard.

This gave Gabriel just enough of an opening to pull the boy's underwear fully off, leaving Billy nude. Without any warning he wadded up the underwear and shoved them into the boy's mouth. "Enough screaming and crying. You belong to us, you were given to us, and you screwed up on game day. Now those stay in until you stop squealing like a pig.

Gabriel glanced around the room, trying to figure out what to do next. His mind raced as he tried to figure out what, if anything, the demented monsters running the cameras had not seen before. Seeing Billy trying to pull the underwear out of his mouth, he slapped the boy's hand down then stuck his fingers up into the nose again and twisted hard. As the boy thrashed and tired to scream, Gabriel looked over to Randy, "Let's tie his hands behind him or something so he can't pull out the gag.

Randy nodded and pulled the string our of a pair of sweat pants. He then used the string to bind the boy's hands behind his back.

While this was going on, Gabriel decided to really look over the room. There had to be something useful with all the junk Clint had set the room with. After just a couple of seconds he saw lots of things he could use to be mean, but mean wasn't going to be enough to get himself and Ethan out of trouble. The room had lots of things in it, but what could he do with them? As he thought it over, he realized a few things within moments of each other. First the men wanted to see naked boys, this they had. Well, he thought, they have one. Figuring out a reason to get the rest of them naked was going to be tricky. Because of this he went on to the next thing the men clearly wanted. This was pretty easy, they wanted to see kids hurt and disgrace another boy. Again, this they had done, but clearly not enough. So he needed to start there. What could be more humiliating than being stripped and forced to say everything including himself belonged to those in the room. Again, the answer was pretty clear, the men wanted some sexual aspect to it.

To buy himself some time, he decided to go with something he knew. He glanced over to Tony and tossed him a wooden hanger from the closet. "See if you can get the wood bar out of the bottom of that."

"Why?"

Randy's eyes narrowed, "Because he told you to! Break it if you have to or I'll use it on you. Dad says I'm in charge until he gets back, so I can beat your ass if I want and if you complain he will beat it again and you know it!"

Tony nodded and pulled at the hanger a couple of times before he decided to set it against the bed and stomp on it. It took a few times before it finally cracked, then broke. He pulled off the bottom wooden rod and held it up even as Gabriel was digging around in the closet. "OK, got it. What now." Gabriel hated what he was about to have done to the kid, but he had lived through it, so he knew Billy would too. "It's your bat and you have a couple of balls to practice on. Coach likes us to take extra batting practice, so take a few swings."

Randy' eyes glinted as he understood what was wanted instantly. Before Billy's mind could comprehend the full meaning, he grabbed the boy's legs and pulled them apart while nodding for Tony to moved up and swing on the unprotected nuts. The first blow was already on the way before Billy realized what was about to happen. He tried to pull free, but he was weakened and Randy was ready. With his hands tied behind his back, he could not protect himself at all. The first blow sent enough pain though his body to give him enough strength to pull free. He rolled into a ball and tried to scream though the gag. Even though the briefs were in his mouth, a good amount of sound still escaped.

Randy tried a couple of time to pull the rolled up boy around so Tony had access to his nuts for another shot, but Billy fought him with everything he could. Finally Randy shrugged and went back to the desk and straightened another paperclip. Without warning he shoved the tip under the boy's toenail. This new pain caused Billy to thrash around and loosen up. With a smirk, Randy quickly grabbed the boy's legs and yanked them apart.

As soon as Tony saw the opening he struck again. His aim was a bit off. Instead of hitting Billy's ball sac, the hanger brace smacked into the boy's small dick. The howl though the gag, told everyone, the pain was pretty bad.

Randy snarled at Tony, "No wonder Coach says you need more batting practice! Strike one!" At this Gabriel saw a possible way to get at least one more naked kid for the men to gawk at. He glanced over at Randy, "Fifteen hits or three strikes. If he hits strike three, we use him for batting practice next!"

Randy snickered at the wide eyed look of Tony, "Nice idea! You need some time at the bat too, so same goes for you."

Gabriel winced, "Fine, but if I get fifteen hits then you have to take batting practice on Billy and Tony gets a second try by taking batting practice on you if you don't get fifteen hits!"

Randy's eyes narrowed, but realized he was pretty much trapped, "OK, fine, but I won't miss!"

Gabriel continued to dig though things trying to come up with something really crazy to do with all the stuff. He already figured out how he could do some disgusting stuff with the squirt guns, and the electronic kit had batteries, so maybe he could do something with it. Beating Billy's butt with the cleats might cause some interesting marks, but he bet all of that had been done before. As he heard Randy say, 'strike two' his eyes fell on the golf bag. He chewed on the inside of his mouth as a new idea came to mind. He pulled open the side zipper and found a pack of golf balls. He closed his eyes, and muttered, "Sorry, Billy, but if this isn't something new, I have no idea what would be."

He turned back to Billy only to see the stick hit the boy's nuts and Billy quiver under the impact. 'Twelve' Randy stated.

Tony swung again, but Randy's mean streak came into play. He pulled Billy's left foot back a little further causing the bow to hit the kid's inner thigh. 'Strike three! You're out!"

Tony sent Randy an bit of a nasty glare, but quickly lowered his head. Randy owned him after all.

Randy pulled the undies out of Billy's mouth so the sobbing child could get some much needed air into his lungs then unceremoniously shoved Billy off the bed who hit the ground with a thump and a pained yelp. Randy then moved up to Tony and grabbed him in a bear hug, "Strip him!"

Tony didn't even make token resistance as Gabriel yanked off all his clothing. The second Gabriel pulled off the comic book underwear he had been given to wear, Randy shoved him down on the bed, grabbed his legs and pulled his feet apart.

Gabriel had seen what Randy had done, so he was careful. Still the older boy's movement of Tony's feet made him miss once, and one was just a graze. One thing was clear to everyone, however, Gabriel wasn't holding back. By the time the fifteenth hit fell on Tony's groin, the well conditioned boy was crying softly and fighting very hard not to hold his battered boy-sac.

Gabriel helped Randy get Billy back up on the bed so Randy could take his turn at 'batting practice'. Gabriel held the boy's feet and tried a couple of times to Make Randy miss, but the boy quickly adjusted his swings. Randy went fifteen for fifteen and left Billy unable to even scream. In fact the kid was nearly unconscious.

While Randy went out for some more water and some smelling salts to wake Billy, Gabriel moved over to the trophies. He knew from a couple of his own trophies, they were just plastic and came apart pretty easily. Gabriel selected one with a small, yet wide stand and unscrewed the whole thing. He put the round hollow plastic piece that normally held up the figure holding the bat and tossed the rest. He looked it over for a second before nodding, then moved back to the squirt guns.

He took a moment to look over the two toy guns before he tossed one to Tony who was still hurting, but had been through worse so was not looking nearly as bad as a normal kid would after getting his groin repeatedly smacked. Even as Tony looked at the plastic water gun, Gabriel forced a smile. "Pee into it." At the same time, Gabriel picked up the nicer squirt gun, pulled out his cock and pissed into the one he was holding.

Randy came back in and cocked his head to the side as he watched the two boys peeing into the toy guns. After a few seconds Randy shrugged, "OK, I give up, what in the hell are you up to?"

Gabriel put the plug into the gun he had just loaded before tossing the center tube of the trophy over to Randy. "Put that in his mouth and hold him up. We'll take turns aiming for the opening. Whoever get the least in has to stand and let you shoot us."

Randy burst into laughter even as he splashed water onto Billy's face, waking him up. "Kewl! But if you lose you have to strip!"

"That's not fair. I'd get shot at and have to take off my cloths!"

"Your game, my rules. I'm team captain!"

"OK, fine…. What if I win?"

Randy's mouth scrunched up in thought before nodding, "We'll Benchy needs to learn how to handle a bat, so whoever wins gets to get his bat licked by Benchy while I take aim at the loser's mouth!"

"Still not real fair. If I lose I still lose twice…"

"OK, fine, if you win you also get first crack at the new recruit to get him in shape for the big game. I'll stay totally out of it for the first hour."

In Gabriel's mind, this was not a reward. The last thing he wanted was to have to be the first to really be mean to the little kid in the basement, but he also understood, Randy actually saw this as giving something up. Even as he nodded in agreement he wandered if it would be better to win or lose, but he really didn't want to have to drink any of Randy's pee. Drinking some of Clint's was horrible enough. "We need a mark so we stand the same distance."

Randy moved over, grabbed the broken hanger and dropped it a few feet in front of the door to the room. You both have to stand behind that." He then tossed the bedspread on the floor and grabbed Billy, yanked the boy to his feet by his hair, and moved him over to where he was standing on the bedspread. The kid was too weak to do much more than whine, which made sticking the wide tube into the boy's mouth easy. Randy then told the helpless boy what was going to happen and that if he didn't hold still he would stick paperclips under all his toe and finger nails then beat his balls some more.

With utter resignation, Billy let Randy hold him by his head so he couldn't turn it. A few seconds later Tony stepped up to the hanger and squirted him with piss. The shot was well low, spraying the boy's chest with warm yellow nastiness.

Gabriel's first shot was closer, but still a miss, hitting Bill's neck and upper chest.

After nearly two minutes and each boy getting off eleven shots, Tony's ran out, so Randy called it. Gabriel's decision to take the nicer of the two guns paid off. He managed to get five shots off where at least some when into Billy's mouth while Tony only scored a trio of hits. Billy, on the other hand was dripping with piss.

Randy dragged the boy out, motioning for Tony and Gabriel to follow. Once out into the hall he forced Billy into the bathroom, untied his hands, and shoved the boy into the tub. He looked down and snarled, "You turn your head, cover your face with your hands, or close your mouth and I will shit into the toilet and stick your face into it until you drink all the water in it!"

At this Billy eyes went wide, but didn't get a chance to really think it over. Instead, Randy whipped out his dick, "Keep your face up and mouth wide open or drink shit water!" He then let loose with a long stream of piss, playing with his cock so he sprayed Billy's face from left to right, top to bottom, getting an ample amount into the boy's mouth. Randy let the boy puke and stay in the filth for a couple of minutes before turning on the water to as hot as it would go. "If you had just swallowed, I would have made this cooler. Too bad for you shit head."

The very hot water blasted out of the hand-held shower head. At first it didn't really register, but after just a few seconds Billy started thrashing and pleading with a very horse voice for it to stop. Of course, Randy didn't until the boy was very red. He then switched over to straight cold and put the exhausted boy though more torment before finally shutting off the water.

At first Gabriel was confused by all this, but after a few seconds he noticed a camera move along the top edge of the tiled wall while a fan quickly and silently pulled all the steam out though a side vent so the there was nothing to obstruct the boy's continued torment.

Once satisfied, Randy all but drug Billy out of the tub and had Tony dry him. While this was going on, Randy took off the soaked wrist wrap and put on a dry one. By this time, there was no question the wrist would need medical attention, since there were bands of blue and purple and the swelling was going up into the fingers. At seeing this, Randy shuddered with a great deal of trepidation. He glanced over to Tony, "Go get the bedspread and toss it in the tub. We sure don't want his stepdad getting mad at us for giving his room a urine smell." Even as Tony left, Randy looked over at Gabriel with a jerk of his head motioning him to follow out into the hall. As soon as they were out of the bathroom, Randy spoke, "Cameras, but no sound out here, so we can talk for a sec. Clint is going to be… I'm in a shit-load of trouble. Um, he is going to be super pissed at me over the wrist. You'll need to take over as Tony's boss for me at some point for at least a day or two… hopefully not longer… Um, and the new kid, Ulric… you need to take care of him for me too."

Gabriel nodded understanding and actually felt bad for the kid in front of him. It was clear Randy war very much afraid, yet resigned to whatever was going to happen. "Sorry…"

"Not your fault, but we better finish up so we can get some ice on it. The better we do this the less I'm going to get… You looked like you have a couple more ideas." Randy's voice became really hopeful as he added, "Do you?"

"Yeah, I'll be in as much trouble as you if I don't make this good, so I came up with a couple of things, but I'm not sure how much more he'll be able to take." "Then pick the best you got. If I need to, I'll use smelling salts on him so he makes it. He'll get a little rest while he sucks you off, too."

"Then I'll skip shocking his tits and dick with the electronic set."

Randy's eyes shot up, "You got something better than that?"

Gabriel hung his head, "Yeah, I think so…"

"Damn," Randy patted Gabriel on the shoulder, "Don't look so down! I can't wait to see what you got, cause socking shit is top notch stuff."

"I figured after the collar shocks, there has been lots of stuff made with kids getting them, and he says he wants something new."

"And you got something you actually think he has never seen?" "I hope so… I mean…"

"Dude, knock off the feeling bad shit. It him or us, and I sure as hell don't want any more us coming my way than I already got, so make it good and I'll owe you one!"

"I know, it's just…" "Knock it off, Gabe. You are part of the game; just play it as best as you can, survive, and get out of it with as little shit happing to you as you can. It's all any of us got."

"Yeah…"

"Good, and let me tell you, I can't wait to see what you've got up your sleeve. If it is actually better than shocking him, I'll give you a blowjob!"

Tony appeared with the bedspread and squirt guns. As he walked into the bathroom he let out a whistle.

Randy stepped in only to see Billy trying to rub his good wrist on the edge of the tile. "Oh, no you don't you little fucker. No killing yourself. He grabbed Billy's hands, and started tying them behind him."

Gabriel Stepped in, took a breath and spoke with as much confidence as he could muster, "No, for this to work I'll need his hand tied in front."

Both Tony and Randy shot Gabriel a questioning look, but it didn't stop Randy from rolling Billy over and tying his hands together. He then took a towel and tied the boy's elbows together. Billy tried to fight this, but a hard slap to his tummy with an open hand was all it took for him to stop. Randy double checked his handiwork before grabbing a foot and dragging Billy out to the hall while looking over at Gabriel, "Let's get him back to the room and get him some rest while he sucks on you. Remember to keep it to handling your bat so we keep with the theme." Randy dragged Billy back into the room by his right foot, pulled him up to a kneeling position at the foot of the bed and grabbed the stick. Seeing Billy shaking his head while managing to croak out "no, please no…" Randy's eyes narrowed, "This is only if you don't do a really good job on bat handing practice. Now, before you get started here are the rules for this practice. You must use your mouth and tongue, but no teeth, and keep going till I say stop. If you fuck up in any way, I will beat your balls until you pass out then we start all over. Understood?"

Billy forced himself to say, "Yeah," though his horribly sore throat.

"Good little Benchy." Now open up and take some batting practice!"

It took only a few seconds before Billy realized what was meant by this kind of batting practice. The second he saw Gabriel drop pull down his pants and step forward, he started to close his mouth, but then noticed Randy moving forward with the stick. With new tears, this time of shame, running down his face, he took the boy's 'bat' into his mouth and started licking."

Randy knelt and watched carefully, making sure the kid was not going to make any attempt to bite. This was dangerous, so he kept the stick close in case he needed to shove it between Billy's teeth and pry his mouth open. At the same time he gave verbal instructions. "Come, on this is batting practice, I want to see hard wood when he pulls out. Suck and lick… there you go… now let's get some ball practice in too… Yeah, take those in too… good little Benchy… Yup, you'll make a great batboy for the rest of the team with some more practice… keep going…"

After three dry organisms from Gabriel, Randy gave Tony a go before he took over and finished off with a good sized gob of cum shooting into the kid's throat. He pulled out quickly and clamped his hand over the boy's mouth, forcing him to swallow. He then stood back up and had Billy lick his cock fully clean.

Randy backed off, handing Gabriel a bottle of water to give the boy while he recovered. He then gave Billy a few minutes to recuperate from the latest ordeal before turning to Gabriel, "OK, time for the grand finally, What do you need from us?"

Gabriel walked over to the golf bag while speaking, "Stand him up over by the door. Also get one of those cleats and set it sideways up against the far wall with the foot hole point out toward us."

Randy pulled Billy up by his hair while pointing for Tony to grab one of the shoes.

Seeing Gabriel grab the putter out of the bag and come over with a package of golf balls, Randy frowned, "What does this have to do with baseball?"

"Nothing." Gabriel forced his voice to sound as happy and devious as he could while also plastering the best smile he could find within himself across his face. "We know he sucks at baseball, so I want to see if maybe he should play something else."

Randy was still confused and it showed, "OK, so he gets to practice putting?"

"Yeah!" Gabriel stated as cherfully as he could muster all the while hating what he was about to do. "We know he can't swing a bat real well, so I bet he can't sing a club any better, so…"

Without warning, Gabriel grabbed Billy's hair and yanked it down so he was bent over. He then straddled the boy's midsection and shoved the handle of the putter deep up Billy's ass.

While his throat was raw from getting his Adam's apple repeatedly hit, plus all the crying and screaming, he proved he had a few good wails left in him. He also thrashed like a wild animal. After only a few seconds the club was dislodged.

Gabriel let out a sigh and rolled his eyes. He retrieved the putter and moved back toward Billy.

Billy tried valiantly to run, but Randy secured him, punched him in the stomach so he bent over again, and held him so Gabriel could shove the putter back up the boy's ass. Seeing Gabriel push it in even deeper this time was enough to make even Randy cringe. At the same time, Billy screamed at what was left of the top of his lungs.

"Hold him." Gabriel ordered as he moved back to the closet and retrieved another hanger. He moved around so he could look Billy square in the eyes, "This is a new game. I call it 'Butt Putt'. It is simple. You putt the ball into the shoe. Like any mini-golf place, this is a eighteen hole game. To make this a real game, there is a price for missing."

He looked back to Randy, "Pull him up."

Randy pulled back on Billy's hair standing the boy up as straight up as the putter would allow.

As soon as Gabriel had access to the boy's chest he used the two metal clips on the hanger, meant to hold pants, and clipped them onto the helpless boy's tits. Again the boy screamed bloody murder and begged for them to be taken off. Gabriel had to force himself not to cry and to keep a mean face and tone. "No, it stays on until the game is done. Each hole you get three putts for free. If you miss on the third we hang a toy off the hanger, and do so for every three putts after. You get the ball into the shoe eighteen times and you win, the clips come off and the putter comes out. I think we should give you a practice hole though." Gabriel dropped one of the balls. "Start whenever. Once it goes in the shoe, we start the game."

Billy tried to beg his way out of this, but it fell on deaf ears. The three boys moved to the bed and started rigging things up to hang off the hanger.

Back in the camera control room Clint and his two guests howled in laughter as the boy finally broke down and attempted to putt the ball into the shoe. The boy's round buns clenching around the putter up his ass and the ball going all over the room, forcing the unfortunate child to chase it was hilarious to the three men. It took over fifteen minutes to get the first ball into the shoe.

Each time Billy got a little better, however, to do this he learned a few things. First the putter had to basically in line with his putt crack. since it moved around as he chased the ball, he had to top it against something to move it back. Second, and a great deal worse, Billy learned that he had more control the further up his boy-hole the handle of the putter was. Once things started getting added to the hanger and his nipples were pulled down further, he pushed it further up into himself, again by slowly pushing it against a wall.

Still, it was extremely difficult. it hurt real bad to walk with the putter up his butt, and the added weight on the hanger made his chest throb more with each and every step. Added to the misery, it was all but impossible to see the ball as he putted and he often times missed it altogether. A few times the club hit the floor causing a create deal of extra pain as well. By the 'tenth hole' the weight of things like toy cars, a trio of yoyos, dozens of toy soldiers, and even a pair trophies hanging off the hanger got to be too much; he fell to his knees, jamming the club further up his ass, then fell face first in exhaustion. He was only semi conscious as one of the trophies dug into his chest and stuck into the skin.

The lights dimmed as Billy stayed down quaking in a near delirious state, with snot and tears streaming down his face. A minute later Clint and the two men came in. All three were smiling.

Clint couldn't help it, he snickered even as he unclipped the hanger from Billy's chest, used a knife to cut the bonds holding the boy's hands and pulled the edge of the trophy out of the boy's side. He took a few seconds to lift the hanger a couple of times. Finally, he handed it over to one of the other men, "Has to be fifteen pounds or better."

The other man glanced down, "His tits are bleeding pretty bad."

"Nothing that won't heal without real care." Clint stated dismissive before pulling the club out of the boy's rear. He knelt, pulled Billy's head up by his hair and suck the handle of the club up to his mouth, "Lick it clean or so help me, I'll have them start from scratch!"

By this time, Billy was broken both physically and mentally. He stuck his tongue out and started licking without any resistance. It was clear he realized what he was being forced to do, but flatly didn't care any longer.

As the club was cleaned to Clint's satisfaction, he turned to Gabriel with an approving grin, "This is what I am talking about! You did great and I bet Billy-boy here will never fuck up at a party gain. I'm sure he will be a real good lap boy at the next few parties, won't you boy?"

Billy let out a light whimper while managing to say "Yes." Anger crept into Clint's voice, "Yes? Yes what, lap boy?"

"Yes… I'll be good at parties…"

"End everything you say to me with sir!" Clint snarled as twisted a handful of hair.

A new round of sobs wracked Billy, but after getting his head shaken by his hair a couple of times he managed to speak, "Yes, I'll be good… at the parties… sir."

"Better! Now tell us who you belong to!"

"To you… I belong to you… sir."

Clearly satisfied, Clint nodded. "Yes you do and don't forget it." He then turned back to the other three boys in the room. "You all need to take a break. Eat, you get to pick what you all want to eat, but make it filling and healthy. Take some down time and even take a nap if you want. Just remember you all need to get the new little shit ready to be a Randy's lap boy and you don't have much time since Gabe needs to be a pet for a couple of days so he is ready for the next party."

Clint then tossed the club over into the corner, let go of Billy's hair and stood. He moved up to Gabriel and ruffled the boy's hair. "Gabe, I just hope you know, there are going to be a shit load of kids hating you!" Gabriel looked up with confusion, "Why, sir?" Randy grinned, "Because, I think you just came up with a new competition for a party or two!"

"Fuck yeah! You've just handed Clint the Bahamas award for the best new game," the other man nodded in agreement with Randy. "That was some hot shit kid!"