Chapter 42
7^th Wednesday (2^nd week of SH)

This is your slaveboy. I hope you had a good day. Things for me are going better than I deserve thanks to you not showing others the film of me doing nasty perverted things with little boys. I am eternally grateful and will strive to be a worthy slaveboy. Here is what happened to me since Sunday.

First: I am a smelly dirty piss-pants whose silly little winkle can't stop his wee-wee coming out in his pants. I am lucky Jimmy and Dean are training me to get some control and I know they need to be very strict or I will never learn so I want to thank them for their help.

Once again I woke up with a wet nappy; I remember the dream when it must have happened as I actually dreamed I had wet my pants at the park and Jimmy smacked my bottom and then made me stand at the wall. It felt very real for a dream. But anyway; it's another black spot, and with the one I had yesterday at Deans, that's 10 spots and only 1 star. Mummy is making me keep the wet nappy on longer now in the morning too, and it was hard not to wet it again this morning like when Uncle Darren came by. I'm not going to start wetting myself if that's what she thinks.

Barry was angry again this morning with no blow job, and flushed my head again. He then pulled my nappy down and shoved my tooth brush up my bum and really pushed it in and out several times and twisted it around. Then he rubbed it on my wet nappy and made me clean my teeth with it making me brush for ages and rub my tongue with it. It was disgusting I thought I was going to be sick. He said if I didn't want his cock in my mouth then I could have my dirty toothbrush and I was not to get it changed or clean it off and he would be checking. When he let me go Jimmy enjoyed his blowjob and I think I tasted something this morning too. So perhaps it wasn't completely dry.

You will be pleased to know that the neighbour came over today just when Daddy was smacking my bottom for wetting my nappy. Mum had gone out but asked him to do some extra as she thought it was me that had pulled my nappy down and told me off saying I knew I was not allowed to touch it and that only grown ups or big boys could take it off and I was just to leave it alone. Of course it was Barry and although I had tried to put it back properly it wasn't possible from the inside to hide the fact that it had been pulled down. Obviously I didn't say anything as I knew you would be cross if I told on a free boy and also I was scared about what Barry might do.

Of course that meant that there was then a conversation about my nappy wearing, with daddy making me show him my chart. The neighbour had his hand on my bare bottom when I was explaining the rules. Daddy saw him but didn't say anything, only smiled at him. I was glad to get out of there, but then remembered you had ordered that I had to have an inspection if I wanted Marvin back, so went back down to ask daddy to check me. It was horrible bending over like that in front of them both. Daddy explained about me being a dirty little boy who didn't wipe his bottie properly so had to get people to check him. He and Mr Burns (that's the neighbour's name) pulled my cheeks apart, one held one cheek and the other the other, they pulled really hard and laughed. It hurt the pulling and my cheeks were very sore from the extra hard spanking daddy had just given me. Eventually they both agreed that I hadn't wiped properly and that I was a dirty little boy.
Daddy sent me to get some toilet paper and when I came back he told me to ask Mr Burns to wipe my bottie. He made me go over his knee and pull my cheeks apart then he spat on the toilet paper and then started rubbing it up and down my crack. It was like when mums spit on their hankies and wipe little kids faces only even more embarrassing. He spent ages doing it, and he used his finger to push the paper in my hole. He has really thick fingers and with the paper it hurt a bit, it felt bigger than Dean's dick. I had to go and show daddy and he said Mr Burns had done a good job and perhaps he would send me over to him for further inspections and cleaning. I really hope he was joking as that would mean going to his house bare. Mr Burns said he would be happy to do it anytime or if there was anything else he could help with.

That's when Jimmy walked in. l do so I wish I hadn't pushed back at Little Boss about thumb sucking; he's got a little signal now – he basically strokes his nose with the inside of his forefinger like I do when I'm sucking my thumb – and it means he wants me to suck it right then. He's made it clear he will report me for a beating if I disobey. So I did it, and Mr Burn saw that too. I don't know what he must think of me.

Since Jimmy has learned he can spank me, he now threatens me with one for any hesitation in doing what he says. "Does boy need a smacked bottom?" he asks, and it makes me jump to it instantly. As you say it's inevitable. I have to hand it to him; if I had an opportunity to spank him I would do it instantly. He on the other hand seems to be taking it more seriously. As you say, it is quite something that even little boys feel able to give me a good spanking now, and what's more is it hurts just as bad. When Jimmy threatens me it's no different to Daddy, and I think he is just enjoying seeing my reaction and scared face for now. Uncle Darren has shown me that age is no barrier to be able to give a hard spanking, and Jimmy is much stronger than him.

No it doesn't surprise me Smithy has been sucking up to Dean. Back when I was a normal boy Smithy was always one to defer to those he thought were tougher than him, and bully those who he thought he could. He used to think Dean and I were the leaders, but he has loved my downfall, and thinks Dean is responsible for it. Dean has seen this and is fast becoming the boy everyone looks up to. As his slaveboy I can see how he has become more confident, and in the last week of school I saw it more and more in how the other boys related to him too. I sometimes think what it would be like for me if this hadn't all started. Anyway; I'm worried that Smithy is still keen on getting to me. My winkle and balls have only just lost their black colour. I'm also worried about what Dean is planning. He's very fond of the locking collar, and thinks it shows he is a proper owner. His Dad said he's going up to the attic today as he might have some things that we'd find useful. Have you heard from Jeffrey yet? You have worried me about the idea of being 'sold'.

I am finding this all very hard. I thought School would be worse, but the holidays have been even more challenging. I seem to be either humiliated as a little boy, or used like some sort of slut. I wish it could end soon. I promise I have learned to be humble and kind to other boys. You are right, I did have some brief comfort that I was the same as an 8 year old, but then felt ashamed I'd feel that. I'm forgetting I'm 13.

Today brought this to life perhaps more than any other. I was looking forward to going to the beach, and especially love swimming, even if I was going to have to wear the trunks, not my swimshorts that are now in Jimmy's room. Even Jimmy was pleased to be going, despite it being the scene of some painful humiliations for him over the years. I just thought I would keep away from daddy and Barry and then I could stay out of trouble and keep my dignity intact. After all I'd never been in trouble at the beach before, so why would today be different.

Well I was on the backfoot before we even left. Mum wasn't coming, so it was just me Daddy and Jimmy, and then Barry decided to come last minute as he wasn't working. They'd obviously given the journey some thought, because as we were packing the car, mummy turned to me with a pair of pull-ups, saying daddy didn't want any accidents in the car. Of course i complained bitterly, and defiantly, and mummy just slapped the back of my legs really hard and told me to stop being selfish, and until I 'got a grip' of my problem they couldn't take any chances. And this was all out in the driveway! It was all a bit overwhelming and a bit shocking she actually smacked me, and it was hard not to cry. Before I even knew what was happening she was pulling down my shorts and underpants and holding out the pull-ups for me to step into. How is it when this happens there always seems to be someone to see – and today it was a boy and his big sister who have moved into the house behind us. She's 11 and he's 7 and she said, 'see even Simon wears pullups so nothing for you to be ashamed of." These had characters from Disney all over them, not even plain. Goofy right on the front.

I grabbed for my shorts, but she wouldn't let me have them or my undies, saying I'll be right in my trunks when I get there, so stop fussing. In fact she put me in the back and did my seatbelt up for me. I saw the kids walk away, wondering what they must have thought, the little boy kept looking back at me. It seemed ages for the others to be ready and I was just having to sit on my own. Eventually we were off, Jimmy of course joining me in the back. Jimmy teased me of course, and when I went to answer back, he stroked his nose so I immediately had to suck my thumb, which was noticed by dad who smirked and asked "when are you going to grow up?". I just stared out the window but was just accused of sulking and spoiling things.

When we got to the car park, I wanted to change right there, but that was vetoed. Of course I complained and said it would take seconds, but daddy was insistent and that he was fed up with my attitude and that I'd be getting my bottom smacked as soon as we got down. A family were passing that very same moment and the two black boys – twins – obviously thought this was hilarious. Why do boys think its so funny hearing another boy get told off and be told he's going to get his bottom smacked?

So I had to walk from the car park right down to the beach in my Goofy pullups and t shirt, knowing I was going to get my bottom smacked as soon as we had found our spot. I don't know if daddy did it on purpose, but he followed the family from the car park and pitched our spot very close. I could hear the two boys chunterig to each other about how I was going to get smacked and betting each other about when Id start balling my eyes out. "Soon" was the consensus as I was clearly a retard still in pullups. The family I'd guess were from London on holiday, and Jimmy was immediately drawn to them cause they were black like him, and you don't see many black boys down here. Rather unfairly, one of the first things Daddy did to unpack was whip off my tshirt, letting me stand there with the pull-ups on show.

It took an age for them to get towels down, and for Barry and Daddy to get their chairs out, and when Daddy was finally settled he called me over and preceded to lecture me about my sulking, and doing as I'm told, and not spoiling the day. I tried to plead – there is no way I wanted a spanking on the beach – but he was having none of it and I could sense the twins stop their chattering as they watched him take off my pullups and bare my bottom, and take me over his lap. Of course I was soon crying and promising to be a good boy. When he stood me up, i was mortified to see I was the centre of attention, and the twins especially had huge grins.

I just wanted to get out of there and be on my own, and went to the bag for my trunks, but they weren't there just another pullup, . It was hard to make myself understood though my sobs, but daddy knew what i was looking for, and said I wasn't to be so silly, and id be fine as I am, there being more mature boys that still go nakkie and I had nothing to cover up. He had a great big grin on his face as he said this. I guess I should have seen this coming I suppose, but I was naive enough to think not even Daddy would do this. But I was wrong.
Fact is, many boys and girls do go nakkie on the beach, and while girls from around five are soon wearing swimming costumes or the bottom half of a bikini many boys still go nakkie until seven or eight and one or two might even be older until their modesty gets the better of them and they whine to their parents. Jimmy was one of the oldest when it happened to him which was why he was so upset. The signs say that as long as there is no physical maturity, children can go naked. No matter how legal it might be, I certainly didn't want to be the first teenage nakkie boy. But I had little choice, and staying in pullups would probably have been worse, but that wasn't even a choice daddy gave me. Rationality wasn't really part of my thinking, and daddy quickly had me over his lap again as I was making a scene and having a tantrum, and he smacked me till I promised to be a nakkie boy and not to be silly.

After that I just wanted to run away, but Daddy stopped me and told Barry to put sun cream on me straight away. Of course Jimmy doesn't really need it, so it was only me standing there sobbing, bottom on fire while I had to wait patiently as Barry put sunscreen on me. I could sense many eyes on me, all commenting on my sore bottom and tantrum. I suppose they might have been talking about my winkle too. I don't know.

Barry of course didn't miss the chance to humiliate me further, spending plenty of time putting creme on my winkle making sure I had a little stiffy, and it was getting a tingling too, a point he must of noticed because he smirked and stopped, calling me a little bender. I then had to 'make myself useful' and get some ice creams for the 3 of them. I wasn't allowed one as I had been badly behaved. So I had to trudge to the kiosk at the back of the beach, hoping my stiff winkle would subside, past far too many sniggering kids.

On the way I felt a tap on my arm and another nakkie boy was beside me; it was Stephen from prep school, the one who wets his pants. Him and his mummy were quite close, and he saw the whole thing. Of course he wanted to know why I was in pullups, so i told him everything about nappies and stuff, and he said that's too bad. It was almost nice having another older nakkie boy with me, even if he is quite a bit shorter and younger, nearly all the rest were younger than seven. He commented on my stiffy and said he sometimes gets that but no one seems to care. He touched my bottom and said it seemed red even before I was smacked, so i explained I'd got one in the morning cause I wet my nappy, and he nodded in sympathy, but then laughed when I said I had only one dry night. He said i needed to try harder, and not drink anything before bed. I told him like you ordered he could call me pp as everyone else was, and he immediately said is that short for pisspants so I had to nod.

I took the ice creams back to the others, and Jimmy had already been making friends with the twins who turned out to be his age. Now my winkle had returned to normal and I could see it was similar to Stephens. He was keen for me to say hi to his mummy and dragged me over. She patronised me a lot asking was I a 'naughty little boy'?. But it turned out it was just so that Stephen could tell her about my problems to make him look like a big boy, as it turns out he hasn't wet his pants for ages. His mummy said "I needed to try harder, and not drink anything before bed".

We went back to the others, and Jimmy and his new friends – Marlon and Junior (the youngest by 15 minutes), who were obviously fascinated by me. Was I really 13? Did I really wear nappies? Was I always getting smacked for being naughty? Did I piss my pants a lot? And then out of earshot of everyone else, Was I really Jimmy's bumboi? they both gave a high 5 when i confirmed it. Jimmy had obviously been boasting.

For the most part, we did normal beach stuff. I wanted to go swimming, but it was hard as a nakkie boy and with Stephen hanging back. People were clearly confused by my age. Boys in trunks of my sort of age would just approach the three black boys if they wanted to hang out, while younger boys or nakkie boys would come to chat to me and Stephen. Adults would be quick to tell me and Stephen off "Don't kick up sand"; "Don't go too far out; and inevitably I got told off by the lifeguards for going too far out as I wanted to swim with Jimmy – I'm a stronger swimmer than him, and the two London boys were rubbish. After the third whistle I was called out as they said I went too far out because as far as they were concerned I was a little boy in danger. My winkle was very small by then of course, and they didn't believe i was 13 and were having none of it. and they took me to daddy who promptly smacked my bottom and apologised, and made me say sorry too.

So for the rest of the day I was banned from the water. Stephen went off with another nakkie boy, and then the black boys decided we needed to visit the dunes. I could tell they were excited about having a bumboi in their midsts as they'd never had a blow job let alone bummed anyone, and clearly Jimmy had been boasting he got it when ever he wanted it. The three of them took their trunks off, and it was immediately obvious the twins were a bit ahead of jimmy, as I could see wiry little pubes. They were instantly hard and Jimmy told me to suck them both off which I did, and they were all amused when i got a stiffy too. They called me 'Whitey". Junior was keen to try bumming me, Marlon not so sure. But then Marlon wanted a go too. They didn't continue long so no orgasm. Instead they had me lie down and then the brothers starting pulling on their dicks over my face. I realise of course Jimmy hadn't done that before as he's got me. The other two found that funny and showed him how to wank, and told me to as well. After a while Junior shot a load of spunk over my face, followed shortly by Marlon. Jimmy was clearly excited. I could see him doing the same, and finally he came, and this time he also shot some jizz over my face too. He was so pleased and the other two gave him a high five when he said it was his first time. They watched me pull on my winkle and I had a dry orgasm which they thought was funny, given the age gap.

I wasn't allowed to wipe the spunk off my face, and had nothing on me to do it anyway. Jimmy reminded me it was my job to clean all their dicks though. As we emerged from the dunes we bumped into Barry who was looking for us, and had been sent by dad in an unusual show of concern. I'm not sure if it was the fact we were coming from the dunes, and looking furtive, or the spunk on my face, but Barry immediately smirked and said that the dunes were very interesting and that I should show him the highlights. He sent Jimmy back to say we'd been found and he would be back with me in a while, and once again I climbed into the dunes with Barry close behind.

Barry demanded to know if I had been bummed and i admitted it. He knew it (apparently), and took me by the scruff of my neck calling me a little bender pervert for taking a bumming off 'nigger boys', and he'd teach me for being so low and failing to give him his blow job these last few days. He pulled his hardon out of his shorts and immediately started to push it into my bottom. It was good I had taken the boys' dicks as he wasn't gentle, and said he wanted to fuck me up good and proper. As he bummed me he wanted me to repeat, "I'm a little bender who takes it up the arse from nigger boys". I assume Barry thought this was my first bumming, and you know what, I think Dean's is actually thicker, as Barry was easier. All I know, is that he's a mean nasty pig and I hate him. I think he was disappointed I didn't scream and cry.

After he shot his load in me, he told me to go in the sea to clean off. I said I was banned but he didn't care. He didn't want anyone to know. He looked very ashamed and guilty. I didn't argue, but of course was spotted almost immediately by the lifeguard and dragged off to see daddy. I had managed to clean the spunk off my face which was something, but ended up with another smacked bottom from daddy. This time I wasn't just banned from the sea but taken to the lifeguard hut where I joined the other kids – all boys of course, doing time out for different amounts of time against the side of the hut, all bare bottomed, even two boys who had been wearing shorts had them round their ankles. It was horrible being in disgrace with other naughty boys, hearing everyone else have fun. Especially as it wasn't even my fault and I was the tallest by far.

Eventually it was home time, and Daddy took me back to help pack up and carry things up to the car. Eventually when everything was stored away and we were ready to go I was put back in pullups and my t shirt. Of course I hadn't done a wee wee all day and as we drove away I realised I wasn't likely to be able to hold it. I also worried the longer i waited the more the thing might leak and who knew how daddy would react then, so I just let go, and was pleased to see it was all retained.

Of course then I was just worrying about the reaction from mummy when she knew she was right to put me in a pullup. And of course there was a lot of clucking and disappointment as soon as she took it off me when I got home. As if I hadn't been smacked enough, I immediately found myself in the corner.

So that is about it for today. Mummy was particularly patronising as she bathed me as by then Daddy had fully briefed her about all the 'trouble I caused' and the lifeguards, and now I am ready for bed.

I'm sure you have plenty of questions about what happened and I will do my best to answer them.

Goodnight Master, I hope you have got some enjoyment from my sufferings the last 2 days. I know how lucky I am to be your slaveboy even though I am not worthy. Thank you master for changing me into a slaveboy.

pp

pp,

Oh what a lucky slave-boy you are. You get taken for a fun day at the seaside. Really slave-boys should be working not having fun but I am such a softy I am pleased your daddy gave you such a nice treat especially as it allowed you to be your two favourite things a little boy and a slut. Such a lot happened I suppose your dumb slave-boy brain couldn't cope and thought you hadn't written to me for two days and then said you were going to tell me about what had happened since Sunday. You wrote to me last night Tuesday so all you told me was what happened today. You are getting dumber and more careless aren't you? I hope it isn't an indication of how little you want to write to your master or the respect you hold him in.

Well I will forgive you this once as you have sent me such a nice long account of all the exciting things that have happened today and I'll put it down to trying to get it all written while being worried about being caught at the computer out of bed after having been put to bed at 7.00 especially as I expect the little boy was tired after all his activities and the fresh air. I also always feel tired after a day at the beach like I do tonight and I was a lot less active than you were. How cute you looked coming down to the beach in your pull ups especially when your dad pulled off your tee shirt and everyone could see all the Disney characters on them.
It looked so funny seeing a tall skinny teenager standing on the beach in just a pair of kiddie pull ups. You certainly got everyone's attention. I suppose because you wet on your way home you can expect to be in pull-ups on all car journeys in the future. Neither you nor your mummy will be able to argue you don't need them. I wonder if you will have to wear them on the airplane when you fly to Morocco. Dean and his parents wouldn't want to be embarrassed by you wetting the seat, the airplane might charge them for cleaning. I expect your mum will feel the need to warn them.

Yes it did seem to take Daddy a long time to get set up and you looked so funny standing there going all red and I thought at one time you were going to push your hand down the front of your pull-ups to hold your winkle but in the end, you just grabbed Goofy at the front and held on. That got a laugh from some of the people around me, I just imagined what they would have said if they had seen you like I used to, holding your little winkle and sucking your thumb in bed. I wished I had brought some of the pictures along to show them, I bet they would have enjoyed them. You did do a good job of pleading but like your daddy and me, the crowd didn't seem to think you should be let off, I reckon if there had been a vote you wouldn't have got more than one or two votes. It seems it's not only boys who like to see boys getting smacked.

Did you hear the gasp and giggles when daddy took your pull-ups down. One man said to his friend, "I thought he was a teenager but not with a winkle like that". I think generally people were trying to work out how old you were, it was so confusing, a tall skinny boy the height of a teenager, wearing pull-ups. They thought I think that perhaps you were a retarded teenager but when the winkle comes into view everyone had to rethink and decided you must be much younger. Then they noticed you already had a red bottom. One little girl said to her brother, "He must be even naughtier than you Mark, you've only had one smack bottom so far". He looked embarrassed especially when his mum said it was early yet and he better be careful. I noticed later in the day he was against the wall with a red bottom almost as red as yours.

Your daddy certainly put on a good show for everyone and the way he manages to hold you thrusting that bottom up, opening those cheeks apart. I managed to get a good vantage point and I have to say it was nice to see that bottom and bum hole in real life not through the lens of a camera or through a window. Mr Burns had done a good job cleaning your bum at home. I think I will need to arrange things so I can see it again in real life. You sounded like your winkle looks, about five or six, "Sorry daddy, please daddy, I'll be a good boy daddy, sorry I was naughty daddy, yes daddy, no daddy, no daddy I won't spoil the day for you all, sorry for being sulky." You get a really squeaky voice when you are being smacked, it just adds to the impression of you being a little boy. You are right Jimmy's new friends certainly enjoyed it, one of them kept holding his dick through his trunks, he was obviously getting aroused from the sight but he wasn't the only one, I noticed a number of men around me surreptitiously adjusting themselves and I bet it was a good job your daddy was wearing such loose clothing.

Weren't you a lucky boy not to have to do corner time, I'd have made you stand there for at least half an hour, hands on head with tears and snot on your face and your little winkle and sore red bottom on display. Perhaps Jimmy would have made you suck your thumb. Your daddy missed a trick there, I suppose he couldn't wait until you discovered you had no swimming trunks. What an impatient man he is, he should learn to savour things. I reckon the oldest boy I saw nakkie was probably Stephen, a couple were seven, and half a dozen six and the rest younger but your daddy was right none were smaller than you in the winkle department, some even had willies not a tiny little winkle like you.

Yes your little temper tantrum didn't do you any good did it. I would have thought even a dumb little slave-boy might have thought I just got smacked very hard and I have a very sore red bottom the last thing I need is another spanking my third of the morning so I won't do anything to give my daddy a chance to do it because I know he will. I was wrong though wasn't I. My stupid slave-boy gave him the chance and he took it and soon all anyone could hear were loud smacks and a squeaky voice saying sorry daddy, yes I'll be a good little nakkie boy, no daddy I won't be silly, sorry I had a temper tantrum, please daddy I've learnt my lesson, I'll be a good boy daddy, pleeease stop.

While Barry was rather rough rubbing the sun cream into your bottie and thighs, he certainly made sure it was rubbed in well and it was nice of him to give you some tingles wasn't it?

It was a long way to the ice cream van wasn't it and you looked a real sight carrying three ice creams back with your little stiffy leading the way. No wonder everyone was giggling and taking pictures, you're going to be a real star on the internet, boner boy on the beach although they may have to blow up the picture so they can see that little stiffy. I liked the way the ice cream had dripped on it, I imagine you thought it was the closest to spunk you are going to get. Perhaps it was the cold that made your stiffy go down.

So that is Stephen, it's good to put a face and a naked body to a name. So an eight year old is learning to stop pissing his bed and pants but a thirteen year old has only had one dry night. It looked funny when he was stroking your red bottom, he must be almost a foot shorter than you but apart from that you looked so similar apart from the colour of your bottoms.

Wasn't it great for Jimmy to have a chance to play with Marlon and Junior. I was so pleased to see him looking so happy, I couldn't believe this was the same boy who was having such a bad time of it only a few weeks ago. I bet you were excited when you realised they knew what a slut you were, it must have been a dream come true for you, three black masters. Is that why you kept getting stiffies while you were paddling and playing on the beach? It's funny how adults feel they can be more bossy to nakkie boys and you looked in your element surrounded by nakkie little boys. I was pleased to see you didn't try and be bossy to them, perhaps you are beginning to learn or perhaps being the red bottomed boy, they wouldn't have listened to you anyway.

I didn't realise why the lifeguards brought you over to your daddy but it was good to see that red bottom refreshed again, although you couldn't call it a real smacking but you were soon crying and promising to be good. I guessed even if the colour had gone down a bit you had remained sore all morning. The lifeguards had big smiles on their faces when they went off.

How I wanted to follow you when you went to the dunes but I thought I might be spotted. I did like the way Jimmy just took your hand and led you away and you eagerly followed him and the twins. Your little winkle started to stiffen almost straight away and I knew you were being an eager little slut, hopeful that you were going to get some more black dick. It sounds like you all had fun and the slave-boy was allowed another orgasm, everyone seems to spoil you. I had never thought of it before but I reckon Jimmy must be the first boy who learned how to receive a blow job and bum someone before he learnt how to wank. Great news that he can now make spunk, this will make him even keener to make use of you and I bet you will like it in you at either end. Pity Dean hadn't had a chance to show Jimmy about two boys using you together, one at each end because I bet the twins would have liked that. Never mind something for you still to look forward to.

Then to round off a great visit to the dunes just when you were worried that that was all you were going to get you bumped into Barry. What a nasty bit of work he is and so stupid and I bet Dean will be pleased to hear that while Barry's dick may be a bit longer it is thinner and Dean's of course has an extra two years growth to come. I bet you will be enjoying his dick for many years to come. While Barry may have been embarrassed at the end I suggest you don't get your hopes up that that will be the last time. He is sure to have enjoyed it, so he will try and find some justification to do it again especially as you said nothing afterwards.

He sure showed you this morning he was getting annoyed by the lack of service and now you will have to use that toothbrush to clean your teeth twice a day knowing where it has been. As you are not to give him a blow-job tomorrow I expect he will freshen it up for you. I bet he will be telling his friends about his bender brother, not probably about what he did but the fact you were bummed by black boys. One or two will probably think that sounds good so will probably tell him how lucky he is and will encourage him to try you out hoping they will get an invitation as well to use the bender. If you are lucky maybe one or two of them will have bigger dicks than Dean both in length and width. I know there is nothing a slut loves more than feeling a big dick thrusting inside them.

I have some lovely pictures of six bare bottoms standing in front of the lifeguards hut but yours is clearly the reddest one, no one else's had had five smackings in the day. Mark the boy I told you about was one of the boys who had lost his shorts probably came second but while he was clearly the boy with the biggest dick you were the one with the smallest winkle and a couple of the boys must have been only six or seven. I noticed you kept clenching your buttocks while you were standing against the wall. Were you worried that Barry's spunk might start dripping out of your bottom? Did it come out in your pull-ups when you were sitting in the car. Is that why you wet yourself, so your mummy wouldn't know she had a slut for a son as well as a bed-wetter and a piss-pants.

I was sorry to see you go but to hear you didn't manage to get home without pissing your pull-ups does rather make the perfect ending to a great day. To hear that you are pleased that your pull-up managed to contain the wee so you didn't wet the seat just shows what a piss-pants you have become. What other thirteen year old is happy he hasn't wet the car seat. Yes I can imagine how disappointed and ashamed your mother was when she saw her son had wet his pull-ups. It can't be too long before she decides to take out her frustration and shame on your bottom. No wonder she was patronising with you in the bath tonight, her teenage boy is now a naughty boy who needs to be smacked six times in one day and wets his nappy and his pull-ups. What mother could cope with that, I think she has been very patient and tolerant of you but I bet your bottie was sore in your nappy tonight.

I do have some questions about your morning experience. I wonder if you have some psychic powers, you dreamed about standing nakkie in front of a wall after pissing yourself. You thought it was with Jimmy and the park but perhaps it was the lifeguards hut or perhaps it is still to come and it will be Darren who puts you there or perhaps you are going to be completely right and it will be Jimmy who puts you there but at least you have had some practice now.

So you managed to get your inspection done but I think there is more to tell, great that Mr Burns was so happy to help and as I said he did a good job on cleaning up your bum hole. I bet that will get a good laugh down the pub when they are talking to their mates and how kind of him to offer to help with you. I am sure you will be spending more time with him. You will be able to tell me whether big fingers are a sign of a big cock. Well if you tell me the rest you have earned Marvin's release in four days unless you do something else to get him further punishment. So keep up the hugs and don't forget about the adoption.

Sounds like Jimmy is beginning to train you like a sheepdog. Perhaps he will introduce some whistles as well as hand signals so you know what to do. It's good for a slave-boy to keep alert and try and pick up what his masters want almost before they do. You are right Jimmy is much nicer than you and isn't rushing to smack you so you will know when it happens you will deserve it and I am certain he will make a good job of it and won't be found wanting in comparison with Uncle Darren.

Yes I think you can expect to see Smithy soon. In some way it was a pity he didn't see you before the trip to the beach because I think people would have enjoyed it even more if you were running around with a black winkle. Talking of Dean he says he has never known his dad be so enthusiastic about anything. Every time he is alone with his dad, he is asking questions and making suggestions. Dean says his dad found some great things in the attic and told him some great stories about how he dealt with his slave Toby. Dean reckons it will help him become an even better master.

No I've not heard from Jeffrey, perhaps he has gone into hiding or just can't face up to his nature at this time but I am sure at some time he will realise what he is and I will always be ready to help him.

So tomorrow you go to Uncle Darren's for thirty hours or so. I know you won't be able to tell me anything tomorrow night so I look forward to hearing all about it on Friday night. I am not sure what is happening this weekend so I would remind you that by next Tuesday you need to have got your daddy to agree to adopting you and in case he isn't around or you have to go to Dean's or Daniel I wouldn't leave it to the last minute as I will make sure you severely regret it if you fail and disobey me.

Well I think it is good for you that you had such a fun day at the beach because I think your time with Darren may be very hard for you especially with the threat of Craig meeting you on the estate. I wonder whether you will be going off with a smacked bottom because you have another wet nappy. Don't go and give Barry a blowjob, we will give it a few more days to see what he does but you don't need to worry now Jimmy can supply you with your morning spunk.

I'm glad to see you have your thumb in the right place and think if you keep being a good slave boy then you can have Marvin back on Monday evening and will be able to suck your thumb again.

Hope you have more interesting dreams tonight.

pp's Master

Chapter 43
7^th Friday (2nd)

This is your slaveboy. I hope you had a good day. Things for me are going better than I deserve thanks to you not showing others the film of me doing nasty perverted things with little boys. I am eternally grateful and will strive to be a worthy slaveboy.

First: I am a smelly dirty piss-pants whose silly little winkle can't stop his wee-wee coming out in his pants. I am lucky Jimmy and Dean are training me to get some control and I know they need to be very strict or I will never learn so I want to thank them for their help.

I'm sorry I got confused by days in my last email. As you say, I had a lot to tell you and its always hard when I keep thinking someone is coming up the stairs. My bottom was already pretty sore too. I was surprised to read that you were at the same beach on Wednesday and wonder how you guessed that was where we were going to go. I keep trying to replay who I might have seen, but it's impossible: I don't really know if you are man or boy, but assume I would know you. But there is no point in second guessing.

It was hard reading your account of the day. Of course I had spent most of Wednesday night in bed trying to get to sleep thinking of what had happened, but reading your account made it even more humiliating. I hate those pull-ups and hoped it wasn't so obvious, but of course they would have been, especially when Daddy took off my t-shirt. And of course as far as mummy is concerned she was completely vindicated in making me wear them when she saw I had wet myself in the car coming home. There is a whole box of them now in the wardrobe next to the nappies, which mummy must have got when doing the Friday shop when they got back from London. It's horrible: and it's only because I was dragged off to the car straight from doing time out, and now they think I cant even manage a short car ride.

I can't believe you noticed how much I wanted to hold my winkle as I stood there either. I don't even remember doing it. But it was horrible standing waiting to get smacked. And I know other grown ups would have supported daddy; I heard him talking a few times to other people about smacking. And I wasn't the only boy to get smacked either of course. Just by far the oldest. You probably noticed me holding my winkle when I was getting told off by the lifeguard too.

And yes I did hear something when Daddy took down my pullups to smack me. Of course I was too worried about getting smacked to think about it much, and it was probably just as well. Though I suppose I had the rest of the day to realise what people must see when I'm a nakkie boy. I assumed it was because I was nakkie, but you think its because of my winkle. I don't think its like a 5 or 6 year olds. The first hour was the worse as I felt so self conscious. The last hour was also bad when i was with the other naughty boys too, as we got a lot more attention from disapproving grown ups. Mark definitely thought he was better than me because he had shorts, even if they were round his ankles by the end. To him I was just a nakkie boy and he was humiliated at being treated the same as me! he kept saying 'I'm too old for this bullshit. I shouldn't be with little boys like you."

One of the much younger boys who had trunks was annoying too, he was clearly shocked to have had his bottom smacked, and was a bit shrill about it when he was dragged to join us, complaining he wasn't a little brat like us. He reminded me of myself at his age – allowed trunks from day one. Obviously my mum wouldn't have smacked me, or allowed it, let alone having to do time out. Both of them were rude to the rest of us. We weren't supposed to be talking or moving, but unlike home, it was not really controlled and there was some messing around. There was a winkle grabbing game for a bit which I hope no one saw. I'm a bit ashamed of getting involved. Mark and the shrill kid didn't have anything to do with it. I was clenching my buttocks a bit, as you are right i didn't have time to get rid of Barry's spunk in my quick dip in the sea before getting caught. But no – it had nothing to do with wetting myself in the car.

As for the spanking, I don't have a squeaky voice, it just hurts getting smacked, and yes I probably did go overboard with my pleading as I just wanted it over. I didn't realise it was that bad though. I cant help it. I'm glad he didn't make me stand there like you'd want though. I was upset enough not being able to find my trunks tbh. I just had the red mist when I realised they'd been deliberately left behind. I didn't think about a 2nd spanking.

I forgot you hadn't seen Stephen before, he's quite nice but is getting a bit superior. Its not just the wetting, but its also the spanking. He was very patronising that I was always getting my bottom smacked. and was annoyed when I was banned from the sea, saying I was just a silly boy and should stop being so naughty all the time. I made an aside about being nakkie at one point and he didn't care, saying it was nice and fun and as we were both still little boys what did it matter. I find it very hard to hear that, especially from an 8 year old, when surely he knows im not really a little boy? The other nakkie boys were different as they don't know me, and as none asked how old I was I didn't volunteer it, we just played and I tried to forget Jimmy and his friends who were fast becoming the 'kewl boys' or 'big boys' to some of the nakkie boys who were with me.
Occasionally we'd be joined by a younger boy in trunks who had been shunned by the big boys, and it was very annoying when he'd try and become a leader, directing sandcastle building or whatever. Just because he wasn't nakkie. You guessed right by the way, there wasnt much point me trying to lead as there was a lot of humour at my expense about my red bottom and how I had been smacked. Also Jimmy made me suck my thumb at least once when he heard me being in any way 'bossy' as he called it. He did say he didnt want to hear my voice all the time, so I guess I should have been more careful. As soon as they saw I was a thumbsucker i had no credibility.

And yes it was frustrating having stiffies occasionally. I suppose im no different to any other teen boy in this respect, they just come and it was nothing to do with having black masters. Though you are right I did get a stiffy when they took me to the dunes which excited them too. Jimmy said "See Boy likes it". It was jimmy who reassured them that they wouldn't get in trouble as I was the eldest. It has certainly changed Jimmy. When I got home tonight, he showed me a sock that's become his spunk sock – apparently he's been using it a lot the last couple of nights. And Ive taken a bumming too which he says he prefers but he is pleased to know there is something he can do when I'm not around.

As for Barry – he has been avoiding me a bit I do think he's feeling guilty about what he made me do. Or he's guilty about bumming like Dean was. Either way, I didn't see him Thursday morning, and I hope I don't see him tomorrow either although I still find using the toothbrush disgusting knowing where it went. I am sure I am imagining it but I still think I can taste my bum and pee on it. It was scary to hear him so mean and angry.

You had some questions:

I just think the dream was related to what I saw the boy in the park go through. But yes you are right there are parallels to what happened at the beach. I think it must be worse at the park as nakkie boys are much rarer and are inevitably getting smacked or punished. At the beach I could blend in a bit, and I just have to remember not to be cross and irritated when adults patronise me or other boys think im younger.

The inspection was humiliating for a variety of reasons. Appearing naked in the living room was bad enough, but daddy did tell me off for not waiting when I called because he was busy. Actually he was only making coffee, but that was why he said as I was in such a rush, Mr Burns could check me, so I had to go over his knee and spread my cheeks. He sure did give me a good scrub and it was extra horrible having his spit rubbed on my bum and then he made me look at how dirty the toilet paper was and daddy told him to rub my nose in it, which he did and not just my nose over my face and mouth as well and daddy just laughed. Mr Burns said his own little grandson had the same problem, but then 'he still used the potty' perhaps I should start using one as well. It would be easier to supervise me. Dad said he would talk to my mummy about it but he thought it might be a good idea. Do they really talk about me in the pub, who else do they talk to?

Yes, Jimmy is certainly pleased with himself with his signal for thumbsucking. He sees it as a way of shutting me up, but also humiliating myself in front of others. He got me to do a winkle promise tonight for mummy. She accused one of us of stealing biscuits. Jimmy proved he was down the shops, so she was going to blame me, so I did a full winkle promise, which shocked mum who wanted to know what it was about. Jimmy explained one of my friends taught it to me because grown ups understand he means it, cause no little boy wants to lose his winkle. She then smiled and rolled her eyes saying 'Boys' and shook her head but agreed it probably wasn't me either. Turns out it was daddy and they both laughed,

I dont want to see Smithy over the holidays – its bad enough at school. And I certainly dont want a black winkle and balls again. Why does he think thats funny.? It isn't. And it lasts for ages. I wonder what Dean's Dad has been saying. Do you know? its weird a grown up knowing about slavery, and I'm scared of what Dean will be like now.

I'm afraid I have to stop for now. Its nearly 8, and im getting tired these days. I will tell you all about Uncle Darren in the morning as I will have time. Needless to say I haven't earned a star these last two nights.

Goodnight Master, I hope you have got some enjoyment from my sufferings the last 2days. I know how lucky I am to be your slaveboy even though I am not worthy. Thank you master for changing me into a slaveboy. I hope I can keep up the good behaviour so I can have Marvin back soon as I miss him.

pp

I am glad you took the time to write and answer my questions but as you can imagine I am impatient to hear how your time with Uncle Darren went so I hope you will stick to your word and write it in the morning. I imagine you will be standing there typing in your wet nappy having given Jimmy his morning blowjob. Be careful Barry doesn't catch you at it if he comes in to remonstrate with you for failing to wake him properly because be sure his guilt won't save you for too long.

One day I might give you the honour of meeting me in person but until then I suggest you don't want to worry your dumb little slave-boy's brain over who I am. Just realise that at any time in public I might be there. I could be that boy or man in the park, in the shop, on the bus, in the street or as yesterday on the beach. Remember you tell me lots, as does Dean and through him Jimmy. I might know your mummy or daddy or Daniel, Darren, Craig or even Barry or anyone else who knows you. I could be a neighbour. How do you think I have known so quickly when you have tried to lie to me? Just get it into your brain that you have no secrets from me and you should always behave as if I am watching you because I may well be, just like I am when you are in your slave quarters.

Oh dear so you are now a pull-ups boy during the day and a nappy-boy at night. I imagine there are going to be a lot of embarrassing journeys by car for you in your pull-ups, I suppose to be safe you will need to wear them on any bus journeys as well.

Why are you surprised I noticed you wanting to hold your winkle? Aren't I your master who knows you better than anyone, haven't I encouraged your wish to hold your winkle so of course I notice these things. So did the lifeguards, that's one of the reasons why they were smiling not just because you got smacked. One said to the other as they walked away "I thought he was going to pull that tiny winkle off the way he was tugging on it".

So what size do you think your winkle is? I was just basing my view on what people were saying and comparing with the nakkie boys on the beach and standing against the lifeguards hut. Then there is the evidence of the gang and Jez and the six year old in the paddling pool. So what age boys do you think your winkle would be the normal size for. I know you were really interested in little boys' winkles before I made you my slave and I know you still study winkles and dicks at every chance you get so if not a five/six year old what age would you say.

Yes I bet Jimmy enjoyed his day, what a shame the twins live in London as I am sure they could all have become really good friends particularly as Jimmy has the slut boy to offer them. What a great day for him to have his first proper orgasm. I bet he will remember it for the rest of his life and the part you played in it. I assume his bumming today was fully completed and you have now had his spunk up your bum and while Jimmy may not know exactly we all know what that means. I expect once the novelty rubs off (pun intended) he will not be wanking except when you aren't around to service him and he may get cross with you. But I am sure he will find a use for his spunky sock, you know what a good gag they make and it will be a change for you rather than your piss-pants.

You can deny it as much as you like but we both know you thought of the story during the day when Mark's friend came over and helped him deal with nakkie Simon and Bobby. That's why your little winkle kept getting stiff and when you knew you were going to the dunes you and it knew your moment had come and it of course encouraged the twins. Jimmy was right of course if you had been caught everyone would have blamed you for being the oldest, they wouldn't believe a thirteen year old was doing what ten year olds told him. The teenager would have been punished for teaching the little boys dirty ways.

Unfortunately I missed the thumb sucking, Good old Jimmy, he knows you can't be trusted and so he stopped your bossiness straight away. It sounds as if you forgot your position, it's not because you were nakkie that you were subservient to other boys but because you are a slave-boy and they were free-boys whether they were nakkie or had shorts. They may not know it but you do and so you should act accordingly. So Jimmy gave you the signal and you obeyed which helped to remind you of your position.

Yes I am sure it will be more humiliating for you being nakkie in the park and I look forward to witnessing it. As you can guess I will be going there more often when I know when you are going to be there with Jimmy or Darren so keep me informed.

Yes your inspection met the criteria to be a punishment. Wasn't that nice of your daddy to give Mr Burns access to your bottom twice, first while showing off your chart and then letting him do the inspection. Perhaps your daddy will take up Mr Burns suggestion and get you a potty as you seem so keen to show yourself off downstairs. Perhaps your daddy will lend you to him to do some jobs around his house. You know slave-boys have to make themselves useful if they can. So as long as you don't do anything to upset me Marvin can come out Monday. You realise you have a lot of apologies you owe him and I hope Jimmy doesn't decide you don't deserve him as you have treated him so badly. What a shame that would be if I released him and Jimmy then confiscated him. I suggest you are really careful you don't do anything to upset him.

So mummy and daddy now know about winkle promises. I bet that won't be the last time you do one in front of one of them or both. Any time they want to know if you are telling the truth they can just make you do a winkle promise. What a clever boy Jimmy is, he really seems to know how to get on your mum's good side. They were laughing tonight when daddy grabbed his dick tonight in your room and said "I promise by my great big dick that I will make you happy tonight and if I don't I hope my dick shrinks to a tiny little winkle like your son has so I am useless in bed." He didn't drop his trousers so I suppose it didn't count. Your mum said, "stop it he might hear you," but she was laughing. Imagine doing a winkle promise in front of daddy and Barry.

Well I shouldn't have to say this but it doesn't matter what you want it will be up to Dean when you see Smithy and what happens to you. Dean is pleased that Smithy is being so admiring and obedient and I've suggested he needs to give Smithy a reward to confirm his position as the top boy. Smithy is the right sort to have on your side when you can control him. I'm sure Dean will find him useful at school next term.

Yes Dean has told me a lot of what his dad has said and found but he has asked me not to say anything yet, he doesn't want to spoil the surprises for you. It seems Dean's dad was a very serious master and took things a long way. Of course he was older to start with than Dean and kept his slave for almost 10 years most of the time they were both adults. This is going to help Dean's education so much, I know he is a true master but now he has the incentive to impress his dad as well as be able to gain lots of knowledge and support from him. Dean is going to develop so much more quickly than I had expected which is going to be interesting for you and me. I think the three week trip to Morocco is going to be life changing for you both. You will come back a very different boy I bet.

I am going to stop now before I talk about the weekend and next week as I want to hear about your time with Uncle Darren first so make sure I get your email tomorrow morning as you promised and tell me what arrangements have been made for the weekend.

Your Master

Chapter 44
8^th Saturday (3^rd week of Holidays)

This is your slaveboy. I hope you slept well. Things for me are going better than I deserve thanks to you not showing others the film of me doing nasty perverted things with little boys. I am eternally grateful and will strive to be a worthy slaveboy.

First: I am a smelly dirty piss-pants whose silly little winkle can't stop his wee-wee coming out in his pants. I am lucky Jimmy and Dean are training me to get some control and I know they need to be very strict or I will never learn so I want to thank them for their help.

I'm glad I had a chance to sleep on things before I told you about my two days with Uncle Darren, because last night I was still very angry. I don't know if that was how he was treated when he was a nappy boy, but he certainly did everything he could to make sure I knew I was just a nappy boy and no different to a little boy who cant stop wetting his bed and pants. At least it was only for 2 days; if that's how he had to live I might feel sorry for him, but he was so mean I don't. I actually hope he wets the bed so he goes back into nappies. Maybe I could sell him back mine?

Of course things didn't start well because I woke up with a wet nappy agin, so there was no chance of me removing it before we left, it being so early. The only good thing was Barry is still seeming to be a bit sheepish, and Jimmy was too excited about London and was up and about early, so I didn't give any blowjobs, and nor did Barry try and punish me. I did try and change my parents minds one last time, but was accused of whining. That just made me cross, so mummy said they've no time to deal with my tantrum and I should tell Uncle Darren, which just made me upset then ashamed I was scared of telling a 10 year old about my temper tantrum.

Jimmy was cross with me too because I was saying it wasn't fair he was going. So he made sure the clothes he packed for me were the most childish. Obviously he didn't want to touch my nappy, so he just slapped the backs of my legs several times enough to make me cry. I did position 1 in his window, and the boy from the beach day – who saw me being put in pull-ups – was in his bedroom opposite and im sure saw.

It was soon time to go, and of course I haven't been outdoors in my nappy before, and its not very easy to walk normally either. I was allowed only a t-shirt and trainers but no shorts, they wouldn't have fitted over the nappy even if I had been allowed. It was obvious it was a wet nappy as it sagged a bit. I don't like a wet nappy – its cold and clammy. Even the walk to the car was traumatic, but it least it was early before other people were around.

Being dropped off was something else though. Everyone insisted on getting out of the car and watched me walk to the door with my bag. When i rang the doorbell it took ages, and eventually Uncle Darren's mummy came to the door, and by the looks of things she had just come from her room. Cursing she shouted up to him that 'the little boy you're babysitting has come, and you better get down here now unless you want a smacked bottom'. It certainly wasnt welcoming, and the look of the place and her made my mum look anxiously at daddy who just shrugged and said its too late now. Uncle Darren stumbled to the door and it was obvious he'd overslept or was just a lazy fat lump. He was still in his PJs which were childish Mr Men types and he was clearly frustrated with himself and he wasn't able to do anything about it. Of course Daddy hadn't met Darren, just heard from mummy, so he gave her a look of 'what, him? hes looking after pp?'. He did look like any other 10 year old that had just been woken up.

Mum just ignored that and explained that I had wet my nappy overnight but as it was still well before 10, she hoped they could deal with it. Darren just smirked and said of course. She reiterated that they were free to treat me as one of their own, but Darren's mum was quick to interject that Darren was the one who wanted to babysit, and he'd be in charge, which made mum look a bit uncomfortable. suppose he did look quite different to the confident boy who turned up and gave the big speech. Darren took my hand and reassured her that he'd look after me properly and not to worry. Then mummy reminded me that I had something to say, and so I explained that I had a temper tantrum this morning. I felt very sorry for myself by this stage – a 13 yo in a soggy nappy confessing to a temper tantrum in broad daylight.

Then to make it worse, Jimmy gave me the nose signal and I put my thumb in my mouth. Uncle Darren said that was very silly, immature and naughty wasn't it' and I just nodded sadly. He didnt like that and slapped my legs and told me to answer properly. As i squawked in pain, daddy looked more impressed. Then his mum piped up about thumb sucking and asked my mummy if they were happy with that, and mum explained of course they weren't, and also mentioned that I was 'always clutching his winkle too'. Uncle Darren was quick to interject that he was sure he could start to do something about that. I got the distinct impression he was looking a bit shifty at that point and wondered if he has some embarrassing secrets. But no one was more embarrassed than me at that point, especially as a few people were going off to work at that point, and would have seen all this unfold.

Anyway they finally left for the train station and Darren encouraged me to wave enthusiastically, then he took me inside. It was still only 8am, and I was quite keen to get out of the nappy, but he was having none of it, reminding me it was my own fault, especially when he established how much of a nappy boy I was with only 1 star. He then showed me around.

I had only been in their house briefly to pick my nappies up, but it was a bit of a dump and messy. I wished I didn't have to stay. We quickly went upstairs – his mum had already retreated back to bed by the looks of things – and he pointed to his room before we went to a small box room at the back which was done out like a nursery. Apparently Darren's mum thought she was having a baby, but wasn't, but they hadn't changed it back, so when Darren started wetting they used it for him. There was an outsize cot at the back of the room, complete with high sides. Darren explained his daddy made it for him but rarely visits any more. I couldn't believe that they had gone so far with Darren and wondered how long he'd been a wetter for them to go so far. But he wanted to talk about my tantrum and winkle holding and thumb sucking, and if it had been getting worse. I was getting irritated by his tone as he was being really patronising, and of course I couldn't tell him about other stuff.

He said i was probably overtired and needed more sleep, and opened the cot. He took my shirt off me and said I should have a nap. I didn't want to but he said 'little boys who have tantrums get put to bed', and that I was already going to get my bottom smacked for being so silly, and did I want to make it worse. So i did as i was told, and he pulled the sides up, trapping me inside. The sides seemed very high and there was a top on it as well so I couldn't stand up. It was more like a low cage. The side locks were also pretty clever and only accessible from the outside so I was trapped in it until I was released. Darren told me to kneel there peering through the wooden slats and holding the top, and he took a pic saying it would be good for my vblog. Then i was left alone. There wasn't anything to do, so i lay on the bed and thought how unfair everything was. The next thing I knew I was waking up to see two faces peering through the cot watching me.

It turned out this was Darren's friend who is only 8 but recently moved in next door. I've since found out from Jimmy that Darren was pretty much ostracised by the boys on the estate when his mum cooked up such a strict regime, and his only friends became other smallbone kids. Anyway I had slept for an hour and it was now well after 9. Darren let me out and we went downstairs. Darren's friend is called Ricky and of course he was instantly curious about everything, he clearly didnt know about Darren's past, and Darren had instead told him all about me and my bedwetting. It was horrible standing there in a wet nappy and plastic pants being quizzed by him and of course he thought it was funny and called me nappy boy while Darren smirked.

Darren explained how he was in charge and was helping me to stop being such a baby by making me see how silly it was needing nappies so that I make more effort. Ricky nodded solemnly and talked about his little cousin who had to wear nappies, but who's managed 10 dry nights in a row recently. Darren said I was no different to his little cousin and that's how they would treat me and think of me.

Finally it was time for my nappy to come off, but it also meant that Ricky would see me get my bottom well smacked, which Darren was keen to demonstrate. It was a double spanking for the tantrum as well as the wetting, and then I had to sit on the naughty stool, by the window. It was very itchy thanks to the material used for the seat, and he made sure my feet were on the rungs to the side, putting my winkle on full show. Of course I had my hands on my head. They talked a lot about me and Ricky also observed how small my winkle was.

After it was decided that I should be a nakkie boy as I had been so childish with the temper tantrum. It also meant that Ricky caught me holding my winkle which he remembered he used to do. We kicked a ball around in the garden, but it ended up next door and I had to go and get it even though Ricky was the one who kicked it over the fence. A girl saw me from the house and came out to ask why I was nakkie, and I said its because I was a naughty boy like uncle Darren had told me to. I showed her my red bottom too. Darren poked his head over the fence and explained he was babysitting, and i guessed there had been a bit of a spat about it, as the girl was quite put out that he had a babysitting job, particularly when she asked who had smacked my bottom, and I told her 'uncle Darren'. And Ricky said it was true.

There were a few rules you would have liked and i hated.

1) if I wanted a wee-wee or to do a pooh, I was only able to use a potty. So i had to ask for the potty, which was put in front of the TV.

2) I was to stop sucking my thumb, and if I was caught i would have to suck on a dummy for 1/2 hour.

3) i was to stop holding my winkle and if I was caught, Uncle Darren had some mitts I would wear.

Unfortunately i was caught holding my winkle soon after, and the mitts were put on and tied in place. It meant I was pretty helpless.

It was true that Darren has a high chair in quite a big size, and when it was lunch time he made me climb up into it and he strapped in place. It was very humiliating sitting up there nakkie waiting. I couldn't undo the straps of course, and I was given a stupid no-spill cup. Actually I did spill it a few times cause it was hard to hold with the mitts on my hand. Rikky was given the job of cutting up and feeding me my spaghetti which was very messy.

Ricky had to go and Darren decided we should go to the park. So i was finally allowed some clothes, and the mitts were taken off. As we walked out of the estate we heard a familiar voice say "Hey Nappy boy!". I noticed Darren freeze, no longer looking confident, and then I realised Craig was referring to him not me. After all Craig doesn't know I wear nappies.

Craig wondered why I was hanging around with a nappy boy, but before I could say anything he was all over Darren about why he hadn't come for his 'special lotion'. Darren looked a shadow of the boy who was controlling me, and was all very nervous. Craig hoped he wasn't avoiding him and said he'd better promise. Well imagine his shame when he had to pull down his shorts and pants and gave a winkle promise. He went bright red and turns out Darren has a winkle too, despite what I felt that first time he smacked me. So anyway Craig pulled him, still pants down, into an alley and proceeded to get his dick out and rub it hard, while he made Darren stand hands on head. Of course then I realised what he meant by lotion – craig pumped a load of jizz over Darren's winkle, and laughing manically. He watched to make sure Darren pulled up his pants without wiping the jism off., Then he left us saying he'd see me Sunday. I had to make a real effort not to laugh, but Darren was humiliated and I knew he'd make me pay for seeing his shame.

And sure enough he was waiting for any excuse to humiliate me too, and it didnt take long when I bumped into a boy who fell over when I was running for a ball, and didnt see him standing there. he dragged me to the same bench where I saw the mum spank her boy earlier in the week, and pulled down my shorts and pants saying I was a nasty bully. I didnt take it well as he had already given me a double spanking only a couple of hours before and I was pleading not to get smacked, which just served to bring it to all the other kids attention. I noticed my voice like you said going all squeaky. He smacked me hard and then I had to say sorry to the boy. I had to stay without shorts for a bit so all the other children could see I was still a little boy and nothing to be scared of. Uncle Darren made me play a game with the other younger kids to show I was sorry.

Eventually it was time to go home, and I was allowed my shorts back. Supper was similar to lunch on the high chair, and then Darren gave me a bath which was excruciating. He did it just the same as Daddy, paying lots of attention to my winkle, foreskin and bottom. Annoyingly he caught me with my thumb in my mouth, so I had to have the dummy for when i was nappied and for TV. His mum was around by then and said the sooner I stop sucking my thumb the better.

For bed I was put back in the mitts as he didnt want to see any winkle holding. It also meant I couldn't suck my thumb. He asked if I wanted the dummy. Of course the answer should have been no, but I was worried about getting to sleep, so im ashamed I asked for it. He made it worse in fact by making me beg for it, making me beg for my dum-dum.

The next day's focus was doing the V blog. You've probably seen them on www.smallbone.com/realboystories. I really didn't want to do one, but Uncle Darren was insistent. We watched a few of them, younger boys being very earnest about how the smallbone approach helped them, and that nappies weren't so bad, watching them waddle around their homes in their nappies and plastic pants, or even getting ready for bed. So Darren was ready with his camera and made me do the same, saying my age and name, and where I live and how I started wetting my bed a lot and peeing my pants too.
He told me what I had to say and said I would be spanked and then made to do it again if I got it wrong. So I had to say I was a bit embarrassed about going back into nappies like a baby, but that once I tried them, I found it was better than wet sheets and the extra work for mummy. I said I was getting used to early bedtimes, and that, although it hurt a lot, getting my bare bottom smacked every time i wet my nappy, it was only fair and I was sure it was the only way to help me stop wetting. Finally I said that I'm embarrassed to be a bedwetter at my age, but I wanted to help other boys know that they can just be open and honest about it with their friends and that I was sure it will get better soon. And I had to pretend uncle Darren was my friend helping. His mum filmed us as though I was being put to bed by him.

When I went home he was spending some time putting it all together, and I see it's finally posted this morning at www.smallbone.com/realboystories/ppsimonparker

Thats about it. I was glad when Daddy came to pick me up – although Uncle Darren had thoughtfully nappied me so I was ready for bed as soon as I got home.

I am sure I will hear from you soon, but in the meantime I will go and see Jimmy. Great news BTW: A dry nappy!

pp

pp,

Yes it sounds like your couple of days with Uncle Darren went much as I expected. I was glad to hear when your mummy and daddy came to check on you last night that despite their initial concern they think your time with Darren was a great success. Your daddy seemed to be particularly taken with him and the rules you had been introduced to. He seemed really keen to introduce them and your mummy is going to go and get you a dummy and mitts when she goes shopping tomorrow although he was insistent they kept the wooden spoon smack on winkle and hand as well. He apparently has an old metal potty he and his sister used when they were toddlers which he had used in the garden but says he will clean it up so you can use it until you get yourself sorted. They are going to keep it outside the back door and you can go and fetch it and bring it to wherever the person you asked to go potty is. Obviously you will have to take off your shorts or pull-ups before you go and fetch your potty.
He convinced your mummy because you were dry last night that she had to agree it would seem they were being too easy on you. You know you can't win, if you are dry in the morning they will be more convinced Darren's treatment is working and if you wake up wet they will be convinced it was because you are back home away from Darren. He says you need to get being a toddler right first so you can grow up properly. She wasn't too happy at what she saw was a criticism of her parenting but he reminded her she had agreed to let him take charge so she reluctantly agreed. You know it could be a good thing for you as you obviously were brought up badly, allowed to be spoilt, arrogant and perverted so perhaps being brought up again through your toddler/young boy years will change your attitude and make you a better slave-boy. I will watch the experiment with interest. I don't think it will be the last time you spend time under the tender care of Uncle Darren unless as you say he wets himself again.

Your mummy certainly has got the idea that you have lots of temper tantrums and now knows the appropriate punishment. She must have been impressed with Darren's spanking ability when he was round your house last time as she immediately decided he could deal with you as they were in a rush. Imagine having a mummy that thinks it's appropriate for a ten year old boy to smack her thirteen year old teenage son for her when he's annoyed her. She must have a really low opinion of her son.

So you still haven't got your bottie smacked by Jimmy but I reckon you would have if you weren't in a wet nappy and he did smack your legs so he must have thought 'Boy needed a smack' so it must be getting close and not just a couple but enough to make you cry. So you went off to Uncle Darren's in a wet nappy with plastic pants, red legs and red eyes from crying. I wish I'd seen you go. I am going to get Dean to give Jimmy one of my digital cameras, explain the sort of pictures we want and teach him to download pictures onto 'his' computer so I can see them and we will be able to add the good ones to your website. You of course will pose for him any time and anyhow he tells you. It also sounds as if you might be able to make a new friend in the neighbourhood.
We'll have to get Jimmy to get to know the sister and then perhaps they will get their two little pull-up wearing brothers to play together. I think it will be a good idea for you to do lots of position practice at the window in Jimmy's room every chance you get so the boy sees lot of you so he won't be shy around you. You may use a chair in front of the window for doing position two and Jimmy's desk for doing position five. I wonder if he will call his sister to come and see and whether he is a nappy wearer as well or just pull-ups. Remember if Jimmy manages to get you together you are not to be a pervert or bossy with the other little boy. Dean will tell Jimmy to keep a close eye on you and at the first sign of arrogance, bossiness or perversion to stamp on it hard so you better be careful to be a good little boy treating the seven year old as the older boy, doing what he wants, no silly pride, nasty comments or thinking you are too old. It will be safer to use your slave language and thinking. We must help your mummy and daddy's 'little toddler growing up' regime mustn't we?
We also need Jimmy to understand what is going on so he can help them with ideas and execution as any good older brother would do. Dean I'm sure will be able to explain most of it but you must also help him with his role and make him understand it is for your own good, that you want to change and you realise this is the best way.

You will be a real split personality over the holidays, slave-boy with Dean, runt with Daniel and toddler with your family and Uncle Darren.

Yes I think wearing a cold wet nappy inside plastic pants outside must be pretty horrible, all that squelching and I reckon you will be doing it more often as mummy and daddy know you hate it, so think it will be another incentive to stay dry if they keep you in them longer when wet. Of course there is more chance of getting nappy rash staying in a wet nappy for longer but as your daddy said, "Better a bit of rash than a bed-wetter. The sorer he is the quicker he will make the effort to stay dry."

I noticed you didn't answer me when I asked what age boy you would expect to have a winkle the same size as you but will just add as evidence here is another eight year old boy who thinks your winkle is really small. Don't forget to tell me in your next email, you know I don't like you not answering my questions.

Wow wouldn't it be great if your daddy managed to borrow the equipment from Darren's mum. The cot sounds really good and imagine having all your meals sitting in a high chair and a scratchy naughty stool would be great. I bet Darren would be pleased to see them go.

So you weren't the first boy to get Craig's lotion, if you are lucky he might give you some more soon. I wonder what is going to happen on Sunday when he sees you, perhaps he will have had a chance to talk more to Darren and will know all about you. It could be a fun time. I wonder how many other boys Craig has under control, I bet there aren't any other older boys. I reckon you must be Craig's favourite to control and he is going to hate it that nappy boy Darren is also controlling you. I'm surprised he hasn't had you round to play yet.

So you are now keen on sucking on your dum-dum, I know your daddy stopped it earlier but he seems to have changed his mind. Perhaps he thinks it will be good for you to practice sucking on other things not just your thumb. I know Dean's dad has found him some nice things for you to suck on and apparently they have all been used lots by slave Toby.

So you got your bottie smacked in front of everyone in the park and played with your little winkle and red bottom on show for all to see. Did you enjoy playing with the little kids? Were you worried you might be put in front of the wall? I'm glad you weren't because I do want to be there for your first time or at least to have it recorded by Jimmy.

Yes you certainly have made the most amusing blog on the smallbone site. It helps you are thirteen, the next oldest boy with a blog I could find was nine and most are four to six. While the videos are good, I really like the way they have taken some pictures from the video and blown them up. I liked the picture from the back, nakkie and on the naughty stool but my favourite has to be Uncle Darren holding your legs up while he powders you. It looks like he is dusting those buns with icing sugar. I suppose the site doesn't allow pictures of winkles but the one where he just has the small corner of the nappy coming up between your legs, shows everyone how tiny your winkle and balls must be otherwise something would be showing.
His mum got a good close up there and with the others in that sequence it's almost as good as the video. As they are colour pictures we get a good idea of how red and sore that bottie and your legs are. Another good pair are the one of you sitting in the high chair in just your nappy and pants with food all over your face and chest and Darren giving you a wash, you nakkie with your back to the camera but your head and chest turned towards it and the flannel about to wipe off all that messy food off your face and chest. The caption sums it up perfectly, "What a messy eater, he needs a bib". You know Smithy is going to love this blog. It is certainly getting lots of hits, more than the other boys' blogs, word of mouth must be spreading what a good blog it is, you are certainly starting to be a internet hit and we haven't even got your website up and running yet.

So you are going over to Dean's tomorrow for the day, he wants to show you what his dad has given him. He'll probably tell you more then, he wasn't sure if his dad was going to be there or not. He thinks Smithy might come over for a bit if he can get away from his family but they have visitors so he might not be allowed. He's also agreed with your mum that you are going to stay with him Wednesday night but actually he will collect you Wednesday morning and take you over to the farm to spend time as a runt. You will return to him Thursday and he will bring you home. He's coming early Wednesday morning so if you are wet you will be going in your wet nappy.

I hope you realise that you now have only three days left to ask daddy to adopt you. If you fail to get him to agree by Tuesday evening there is going to be so much trouble for you. Him being down the pub or any other excuses will not save you. You have had plenty of time. The best way to persuade him and what I want you to do is go down nakkie when he is sitting down on his own (preferably at his computer when it's only the two of you in the house but better you ask than not) and go and sit on his lap and ask him. Make sure you talk like a little boy and don't forget to apologise for being so naughty and rude when you refused his kind offer before. Say you feel really bad about it and want to make it up to him. You will agree with anything he suggests or tells you to do. Don't forget to be really happy when you both tell your mummy.

You have got me annoyed several times before and not liked the consequences but this will be worse as it will be just straightforward disobedience and defiance. One of the consequences will be a very public website with lots of the pictures and videos I have collected over the last 7 weeks as well as the smallbone material. Daddy will certainly get sent a link.

I am not sure you realised I was giving you a new rule when you have a pee as you didn't acknowledge it just telling me how used you are now to just peeing with your shorts (or dungarees) and briefs down but the rule is they stay around your ankles while you waddle over to the sink and wash thoroughly and then dry your hands. Only when that is completed are you allowed to pull up your pants. Of course it doesn't matter who else is there and of course you will continue to do it when you go back to school next term unless your mummy and daddy decide to send you back in nappies or pull ups.

You also haven't confirmed that your mummy agreed to you not having any pudding any more. Have you suggested it to her yet and if so what did she say? How did Jimmy take it that you were only going to drink water from now on?

So have a nice day with Dean tomorrow and I look forward to hearing about your visit. I wonder if Barry will get over his embarrassment this weekend, I do hope so and don't forget find that opportunity to ask Daddy to adopt you.

Your Master

This is your slaveboy. I hope you had a good day. Things for me are going better than I deserve thanks to you not showing others the film of me doingnasty perverted things with little boys. I am eternally grateful and will strive to be a worthy slaveboy.

First: I am a smelly dirty piss-pants whose silly little winkle can't stop his wee-wee coming out in his pants. I am lucky Jimmy and Dean are training meto get some control and I know they need to be very strict or I will never learn so I want to thank them for their help.

You were right – there was a lot of discussion between Mummy and Daddy of why I was dry last night, and they kept discussing it over breakfast as if I wasn't there – was I dry because Uncle Darren helped? I wasn't happy about that; for me it was obvious. As I keep saying I was dry because I was put to bed as soon as we got home and had no chance for Jimmy to give me loads of water. But i didn't get a chance to explain because they said "grown ups are talking" . They kept referring to Darren as 'Uncle Darren' too, then told me off when I said it was stupid. I wasn't able to interject any more cause Jimmy gave me the thumb sucking sign, so i did it, even though it meant they both jumped on it as more evidence I was acting like a toddler and started discussing all the examples of where I acted like a toddler these days.

I just sat there sucking my thumb while Jimmy smirked. He was very smug today as he is getting used to spunking and I swallowed a load when I sucked his willy this morning. After I noticed he had brought a little low table, that used to be in the garage, up to his room and he made me stand on it for a bit, hands on head. Of course it meant my nappy and plastic pants were on show to the houses behind, and sure enough the little boy who saw me in my pullups on Wednesday was looking over. Jimmy says he wants me to make friends with him, but not until he sees for himself what I'm like so I don't get bossy ideas. So it seems he is ahead of you there. The house is a bit too far away for me to get a sense of what he thinks of seeing me doing a time out like that, and the fact I was wearing a nappy.

Also you should know Barry is keeping his distance still.

Anyway, after breakfast, despite having a dry nappy, today is nappy washing day, so I still ended up nakkie washing them all and then pegging them out. At least it means the stinky bucket in my room is empty now. You were right about the potty, although I was made to fetch it and clean it out. I was dying for wee, and was told I couldn't go until the potty was clean. I argued a bit about this whole thing cause it is really stupid and I dont need to use a potty. But Mummy explained I shouldn't need to use nappies but I do and the two go together. I was then asked if I was having a tantrum. Of course I wasn't I was just saying how stupid it was.

Mummy however asked "if you saw a nakkie little boy, arguing shrilly with his mummy and stamping his foot and saying no, what would you call it?" I didn't want to answer, but was made to and agreed it was probably a temper tantrum. Then there was the inevitable ' what happens to little boys who have temper tantrums. It was horrible mummy being so strict now, and I couldn't believe she was saying this, and when she beckoned me over HER lap I started crying and I suppose it did turn into a tantrum then, and gave me one last chance to go over her lap or to go and find daddy who was next door with Mr Burns. So I meekly obeyed and she used the wooden spoon on my bottom making me holler in pain till I promised I was sorry for having a tantrum and promising to use the potty like a good little boy.

So off I went to the garage to find it, bottom on fire and very teary. It had a few rust spots to clean off, but otherwise was just muddy and dusty so didnt need too much work. Its horrible and childish. and I cant believe I had to restore a stupid potty for myself! I asked to "go potty" as Darren made me, and was taken to a spot in front of the TV. It was hard to go in front of her, so she put cartoons on and said I was to sit there till i made wee-wee. After I had finally managed to go I had to show mummy and then empty and clean it and put it outside the back door.

I was glad to get out of there to be honest. as I couldn't really look mummy in the eye. Jimmy also made me do a bit of time in position 1 in his room so my 'new friend' can see I get a smacked bottom still as well as wear nappies. He also gave me a bumming saying he got horny from seeing mummy 'smack me' with the spoon. He put his spunk sock in my mouth to keep me quiet, saying he'd used it a lot in London. I certainly tasted it. It didn't take him long to 'seed me' as he called it.

Finally I was allowed to go and Jimmy put the ring on me (though some frozen peas were needed) and plugged me. As it was a hot day Jimmy decided I could wear my swimming trunks and t shirt, not pants and shorts, and it meant that even my little winkle was on show though the material as it was so stiff thanks to the ring and walking with a plug in my bottom.

Benson was the first to greet me and immediately went mad, so I got on my hands and knees quickly, lowering my head to the ground. He seemed to be very interested in my bottom and groin, and didn't leave me alone for ages, in fact Dean had to come and find me and call him off me. He was quite pleased with Jimmy's choice of clothes, and I had to wear just the trunks initially, as he wanted me to say hello to his mum. I'm not sure why, and it was strange being in swimming trunks in the middle of the day in a country cottage way away from the beach. She asked if I'd been a good boy and I blushed and she pushed harder so I said Mummy had spanked me this morning. She was pleased I got a star this morning though.

Anyway she went off in the car for her hairdo and as soon as she was out the gates, I had to take the trunks off and greet Dean officially by kissing his feet and pledge obedience. He put the locking collar on me and we went back into the house to his dad's study. The collar is quite heavy and I know it is on, whereas the old dog collar was easier to forget. my ID disc clinks against the metal too.

It was odd being in 'slave mode' indoors, and I was really shocked to see his dad was in his study, not out as I assumed. My nerves meant I immediately grabbed my winkle, which he noticed and told me off, saying that it was my master's property and was out of bounds for a slave to touch its own winkle. And didn't I know that? Of course Dean had said something similar but it was hard hearing it from an adult and I went to pieces a bit, which his dad said was a sure sign of disobedience, and for Dean to take me out for a beating. So Dean dragged me out and set upon my bottom with the paddle, and then i was dragged back by my collar a much meeker and sobbing slaveboy. Dean said I could still suck my thumb and hold my winkle just not when I was properly slaving. I was made to stand in the display position then, while Dean's dad inspected me.

He then pulled out a big trunk. Dean hadn't seen the contents, and I could tell he was excited. On the top were various school and college items, to deter 'prying eyes' he winked. Then he started removing various items he told Dean he used a lot while training up Slave Toby. He explained that the equipment is used to break a slave's spirit and to confine to positions uncomfortable, or to withdraw senses like speech, touch or sight. He's got some pictures of Slave Toby in similar equipment and said Dean could keep them. Dean said I should attach them to my email to you so you know what we will be using.

The first items were hoods, gags and muzzles, in a range of materials. The muzzle looks particularly mean as his dad explained it is designed for long term wear when 'you're fed up with your slave's chatter'. His Dad put it on me so Dean could see how the straps worked then Dean practised. The muzzle is like dogs have to wear, only it also goes over head too with a ring at the top. There was also what his dad said was a rubber gimp hood which totally reduces senses.

There is a mean looking hook, which aims to improve a slave's display. It is fixed to the ring at the top of the muzzle, and it goes up your bottom and forces you to arch your back properly or it really hurts your bottom hole. This can also be used with a 'snout hook' – its like two small hooks which go up each nostril. Pictures are attached.

He gave Dean a humbler – a pic of it is attached too. It stops you standing up.

There were a few pairs of clips for nipples, some hand mitts (again pictured) and some cuffs for ankles and wrists. A couple of butt plugs, including one that is like a dog's tail.

By far the biggest items were the fixed restraint he used which kept Slave Toby on all 4s and ass opened, and a set of heavy shackles with their own collar, and ankle /wrist cuffs, all in heavy iron. Even the chain is heavy.

He suggested a couple of things – he had got toby a rubber gimp suit so he became less human when serving. And he made Toby build a small punishment box (pic attached), and suggested it would be a good project for me. Both of these toby kept, but obviously the gimp suite would need to be made in my size and we'd need to save up but he was willing to help Dean if he saw him being a good firm master. Also if I was to serve him sometimes as well.

I was kept in the muzzle, and was given the job of taking all the gear out to the cabin.

It clearly made Dean very horny and he was desperate to bum me, and yanked the plug out of me in quite a hurry. However he immediately saw Jimmy's spunk and was furious I was there with spunk in my arse still. He gave me a paddling there and then, but of course the muzzle suppressed my pleas. He then took me over to the hose and pushed the end up my bottom and used the water to flush it out 3 times. Then he bummed me and replugged me. I had to do some of his chores then, this time in the house, as of course it was only his dad to see me.

There was no sign of Smithy, and I was sent home at around 5.

While I was out today, Jimmy has been tidying out his room and chucking out old toys and books he doesn't need any more. He's given me some books he had to use when he was a few years younger to improve his English in special needs. He says I'm being uppity when I speak to grown ups or other kids and to be sure to only use the sort of words in the books, otherwise he has invented a W sign he makes with his fingers, and it means I have to hold my winkle. So what with that and the thumb sucking command for when I'm being bossy or talking too much, he wants to control me, and made me do a winkle promise to say I will do it. He's particularly keen for me to be nice to my 'new friend'. To finish he made me do position 5 as a footstool while he played games. Then he took the ring and plug off. And yes I sucked it clean.

Also when Daddy was with Mr Burns he promised I would help him with the gardening. So Jimmy will do the chores on his own and I will help Mr Burns.

Ive also got an email from Darren talking about the blog. The Smallbone people are delighted with the vblog and have paid him a commission. So naturally he's delighted too and already bought a game. There are already lots of comments – some from younger nappy boys who seem a bit incredulous; some are from older nappy boys thanking me. And some are just making fun. Darren wants to follow it up, and has got a few ideas for future posts:

- Do I think nappies are fair?

- Do I think I deserve to have my bottom smacked so much?

- Whats it like having a younger boy as my uncle and babysitter?

- Why I need a dum-dum

- Why I need to be put in a high chair for feeding

He says these would answer most of the questions and give an angle for great pictures too. With any luck I won't need to go for more babysitting so hopefully he wont get his wish. I hope he will wet his bed too soon; he's a fat lazy boy and much more typical of the boys the website describes.

As for your other questions:

- you have made it clear I must get myself adopted by daddy. I have decided I will do it at Bathtime tomorrow. I think I will have to talk about how things are so different now and I need his help or something. Please don't make me do it?

- I now do not have pudding or sugary drinks. Neither even questionned why, Mummy just thinks its a fad

- I've not yet had a chance to adopt your toilet strategy as I've only been at Darrens, home or Deans. I will be sure to keep my shorts and pants down at my ankles throughout hand washing and drying too.

-no I wasn't really keen on sucking on a dummy, but I wanted to get to sleep and its hard without my thumb now.

- no it was horrible playing in the park like that as they knew Id been smacked too, and seen me crying so I wasn't treated as an equal. Darren insisted I try to join in so I had to, as you're right, being sent to the wall would have been mortifying.

- you are right there have been a couple of 8 year old boys who have said my winkle is small, but I haven't seen theirs really, except for Jez, and we are pretty similar, although he is now 1 cm bigger hard. But Darren also has a winkle. Stephen the prep school boy is kind of similar, and he's 8. The boys at the lifeguard hut were kind of similar, but not Mark.

So tomorrow its off to see Craig after I've done Mr Burns garden.

Ive given mummy and daddy their hugs today , and am now going to bed. I hope you have got some enjoyment from my sufferings today. I know how lucky I am to be your slaveboy even though I am not worthy. Thank you master for changing me into a slaveboy. I hope I will be able to have Marvin back soon as I miss him.

PP

pp,

What a lucky boy you are and what an exciting day you had. Two days dry in a row, only another 19 days and you can stop wearing nappies at night. I reckon if you don't have another wet night you will just be out of them when you go to Morocco but one more wet night and you will be taking the nappies.

I feel so happy that Jimmy is beginning to think just like me. That thumb sucking signal is such a good way to control an arrogant thirteen year old who interrupts grown-ups when the are discussing him. You know the old saying little boys should be seen and not heard, that is even more true for little slave-boys. He seems very keen that you will get on the with little boy and not be a nasty little pervert. I wonder if he fancies the sister, imagine that a ten year old boy having a girlfriend while his older thirteen year old pervert brother has to have a play-date with a seven year old boy.

Yes I am even more disappointed in Barry which I didn't think I could be. Well if he doesn't do anything by Tuesday I will have to get you two back together. Perhaps when he hears the good news about the bender becoming his adopted brother he will want to celebrate. Yes as you are running out of time I think when Daddy is giving you your bath would be a good time to ask him to adopt you. I don't know why you even waste your time asking for me to change my mind, you must know I won't.

I wish I could tell your mummy how proud I am of her, she is really trying to undo the harm she did with letting you grow up as an arrogant, selfish pervert. So she beat Jimmy to giving you a proper smacking, I was sure Jimmy would do it first. See even Masters can be mistaken. Who'd have thought a thirteen year old would still be having temper tantrums but good job mummy knows how to deal with them. I would have loved to see the crying red bottomed slave-boy running out to the garage to get his potty to get ready so he could use it. I hope you made a good job cleaning the potty. The next time mummy and daddy are out and Jimmy is in I want you to bring the potty upstairs and use it nakkie in front of the computer so I can see and record it for your website. You will ask Jimmy to wipe your bottom with the Isel toilet paper as you won't get much chance to use it when you are using your potty in the lounge.

See that's something else Jimmy and I have in common getting horny when you get your bottom smacked. He's lucky he gets to watch and can bum you afterwards whereas I have to use my imagination and only have the sight of that red sore bottom to keep me happy. What a good idea swimming trunks and a tee-shirt, well it is summer but I think you may be flattering yourself that anyone can see that little winkle even if it is stiff. Did you need the frozen peas because you are getting excited at Jimmy's bumming as well as Dean's. Has his dick grown more or are you such a slut now that any dick up your bum will do.

I bet Dean's dad was pleased Aunt Maggie went out so he could be fully involved. Please make sure you thank Dean for telling you to send me the photos. There are certainly some interesting ideas there. It sounds as if Dean's dad was a proper master which will be great for helping Dean not to be so soft on you. Immediate beating for touching your winkle without permission, just right, I wonder if he should have a word with your daddy.

Yes it's good you are going to have another woodwork project as the paddle has been such a success. I look forward to receiving pictures of you in your box when you have finished but you need to put a little hole just behind and in the middle between the two leg holes so your balls and winkle can be pulled down into it with a chain. It obviously only needs to be a little hole for you the tighter the better. Imagine spending several hours in that position. I also love that leg spreader with the holes for your hands, what a great position to put a slave-boy in, an hour or two like that in the yard with Benson running around could be fun for everyone. I don't suppose he had anything that was small enough to fit on your winkle and balls but string wrapped tight and pulled up to your collar should add to the effect.

I suppose the brace in the picture of Toby on his elbow and knees wouldn't fit you as well as I suppose your little balls would come off before they stretched that far back, pity but again I suppose they could tie your balls off and pull the string back through the brace. Perhaps that should be Dean's project to see how much he can stretch your sack. It will look really funny to see a boy with a tiny winkle and little balls but a long stretched scrotum.

I bet you are looking forward to getting that big metal hook up your bottom but it is good the way it stretches Toby back and even a slut like you might find it a bit much after a bit. I see Dean's dad kept Toby nicely shaved, not something Dean will have to worry about with you. He also was a small dicked slave wasn't he but bigger than you are ever likely to get. You are a lucky slave-boy being given all that equipment I hope you thanked Dean's dad appropriately.

Yes Dean was furious you turned up with spunk in your bum, said he felt it would spoil his bumming as he didn't like getting someone else's spunk on his dick. He's still a bit squeamish although he is getting better. You certainly will get beaten if you do it again but I have told him he needs to explain to Jimmy that it isn't his fault and he is perfectly entitled to bum you anytime he wants and send you over plugged with spunk inside you. So if you don't want to end up getting lots of beatings I suggest you persuade Jimmy to let you get the spunk out of your bottom before he plugs you. Perhaps if you tell him you would really like to eat his spunk perhaps he will let you get it out in a bowl or your potty then you can lick all his spunk up. If you are really lucky before he plugs you he might even flush you out after you have got all you can out. Remember a slave-boy must consume all spunk given to him either up his bottom or down his throat, none must be allowed to go to waste. That's why you have to clean everyone's dick after they have been kind enough to bum you.

Isn't it great you can slave at Dean's in front of his dad, perhaps soon you will be able to do it in front of his mother as well. It means you can be a real slave-boy for longer and really learn how to be a good one.

See even when you are not there Jimmy is thinking of you and ways to help. Dean will be pleased, he said even when you were slaving you still sounded arrogant that's why he likes the idea of a gimp mask so he can't hear you. I told him it was up to him and while they could be useful at times particularly in stopping a slave-boy knowing who was present or what was being spoken about or done there is no need for them just to keep a slave-boy quiet. That was up to the Master, he just needed to instruct the slave-boy to be silent and punish him severely if he disobeyed. I suggested he just practice having you be silent and if you felt the need to speak you should get in position two, unless you were physically restricted in some way that you couldn't, in which case he should give you another position to take up. You should speak from that position and of course if he felt there was no need for you to speak or you spoke in an inappropriate way then you would be punished. If he asked you a question you should get in the position before answering and again if he felt you answered inappropriately then punishment.

As I said above and he agreed slave-boys should be seen and not heard when they are with their betters and only speak when spoken to or when they really need to. They certainly should not try and ape their betters and should not use language to try and show off or pretend they are not a lowly stupid slave-boy. I always find a few clothes pegs on the tongue help to remind a slave-boy to consider carefully how he speaks and what he says. I also explained that while I appreciated gimp suits could have a place in a slave's training personally I would prefer mainly to see that naked skinny pathetic body of yours slaving away. I also think they can hide the identity of the slave and I like people to know who my slave is. This doesn't mean Dean can't get a gimp suit for you, he has plenty of money now but I won't be contributing towards it even if his dad will help him as he is obviously keen on them.

This is a good lesson for Dean, masters are all different and like different things and we all have to develop our own styles, find out what we like and the best ways of training and controlling our slaves. No one way is the right way, I have been guiding Dean and now he has his dad to help as well but in the end it must be him who decides how he wants to treat you. He is another master not a slave-boy so he doesn't get ordered to do something but we can advise, warn, and suggest things. It will be up to him what he takes on board. So it is good that he will now get those ideas from two people rather than just one so he can develop his own style which he is already starting to do. I am glad his dad was obviously a tough master on Toby as I would hate for Dean to get advice on being softer on you as he is still inclined to be. I think his dad might be harder than me.

Obviously Dean's relationship with me is different in that I gave you to him so he could be your master as well as remaining your master myself, so it is like we share you as a slave. Think of us as your master parents, we may have different ideas but we will need to reach a compromise on how best to bring up our slave. Because I can't physically be with you and punish you myself I have to use others and Dean is the one I can discuss what I want and agree with him what he will do for me, others I have to manipulate to do what I want. Also Dean is my main contact (apart from you my little slave-boy) with Jimmy and he can help me with making Jimmy's life better and letting him develop into the fine young man he is capable of being. In that area Dean knows I am in charge and he has agreed to do what I say as a sign of his gratitude for me giving you to him and giving him all this help.

Dean is going to explain to Jimmy that he thinks the signals are a great idea and if you don't respond within 10 seconds of him making a signal that you should get an extra punishment when you are alone with him. This means you need to keep an eye on him at all times whatever else you are doing so you see any signal he makes. Whenever you are with him he is to be the focus of your attention even if you are watching TV, reading the books he has given you, doing chores or talking to mummy and daddy or anyone else. If he thinks you are deliberately ignoring the signal then you are to be sent to Dean for a beating.

Talking of chores you will need to make it up to Jimmy that you are leaving all the chores to him. Obviously you will do the bathroom before you go to help Mr Burns but after you give Jimmy his morning blowjob you will apologise to him for leaving him to do all the chores say you will understand if he feels you need a punishment and tell him you owe him a favour so if there is anything you can do for him to make it up to him just to let you know. I wonder what Mr Burns has in mind for you and whether your daddy knows, perhaps they discussed how the best way to use you was. If Mr Burns gives you any money for your services you will hand it over to Jimmy as a small compensation for leaving him to do all the chores.

Of course you will be doing more for your blog, you can't let all your fans down and think of all those boys you are helping even if it is just by making them feel better about themselves that they may be pathetic bedwetters but at least they aren't thirteen and sound like a real sissy piss-pants who thinks it's good being treated like a toddler or just by letting them take the piss out of you. However I think you should charge a price for your services. I think you should get the loan of the cot from Darren. So when you are being bathed by your daddy tomorrow evening as well as asking him to adopt you you will tell him how horrible you found the cot and ask him not to borrow it from Darren's mum. Say you really don't want to have to sleep in it again even though that was the first time you were dry. I reckon that will be enough to get him keen to have it. You can then tell Darren that your daddy wants to borrow the cot and if he gets his mum to agree to lending it to you, you will do as many blogs as he wants, about anything and act how he wants. I must check the website again I only visited when your blog first went up so I haven't seen most of the comments. I bet I will get a good laugh from them.

So you haven't really answered my question about what age your size of winkle fits but I think from your rambling answer and excuses you are saying you think it's seven or eight rather than my five or six so perhaps we should compromise on six or seven. So I think to prove you agree with me I would like a mantra of, "My little winkle and balls are the same size as an average six or seven year old. I do hope one day they will grow but it is beginning to look as if this is as big as they will get because they have been like this for many years now". Write it out five times and make sure you learn it by heart so if anyone asks about your winkle in future that is the answer you will give.

Well I think tomorrow is going to be an interesting day for you, starting with Mr Burns a man who doesn't like little boys but obviously wants to spend time with the naughty little boy from next door. I wonder what his plans are for you, don't forget you are my slave-boy and I expect you to be obedient and encouraging to all free people. Then you and Jimmy will be going to see Craig, I wonder if Jimmy will be cross you missed out on the chores leaving them all to him. Also do you think he will be telling Craig he can make spunk, perhaps he will demonstrate it by making you suck him or he will bum you. That would certainly give Craig some ideas as well as proving he is too mature for the gang now. Also Craig is going to still be suspicious of what you were doing with Darren so I suggest you make sure you do everything Jimmy wants and try and make him happy to persuade him not to tell Craig all about it. And then what could be the best part of the day bath-time with daddy when you are going to ask to be adopted and talk about the cot, obviously like with Mr Burns and Jimmy you will need to be careful to do everything you can to encourage and please daddy.

I will look forward to hearing all about your day when you get a chance to write to me.

Your Master

Chapter 45
8^th Sunday (3^rd Week)

This is your slaveboy. I hope you had a good day. Things for me are going better than I deserve thanks to you not showing others the film of me doing nasty perverted things with little boys. I am eternally grateful and will strive to be a worthy slaveboy.

First: I am a smelly dirty piss-pants whose silly little winkle can't stop his wee-wee coming out in his pants. I am lucky Jimmy and Dean are training me to get some control and I know they needto be very strict or I will never learn so I want to thank them for their help.

Unfortunately I woke up wet again. Jimmy's bottle of water seemed to have the usual effect, particularly as he came in after I wrote to you last night with it. I thought he wasn't going to give me water, but he insisted. Anyway I was a bit upset when I woke up and realised. Of course he noticed after I gave him his morning blowjob, and he also told me to read my new book while standing on the table. The little boy behind saw of course, and I think I could see him pointing towards me to some unidentified person further back in the room. Annoyingly I didn't realise my thumb was in my mouth too as i tried to be interested in the book.

It was horrid being back in a wet nappy after a couple of days being dry. And mummy didn't even bother to hide her disappointment. I think Jimmy was keen to try out his new thing, because I was reading the paper and happened to mention something in the news, and he immediately gave me the winkle holding command, while pushing a comic towards me. So I spent the rest of breakfast holding my winkle with my hand in the wet nappy reading a comic, and Mummy didn't even seem to care, she just rolled her eyes and muttered 'will you at least try to grow up'. I don't know why Jimmy is doing this to me. Its not fair.

I haven't seen Barry this morning. He left early. I'm told he's going camping with one of his mates next week, and with Jimmy asking to go stay with one of his mates who had invited him, mummy started going on about going to a hotel up the coast. Mummy was straight on the phone to Uncle Darren asking him if he'd take me next week. Honestly she talks to him like he's 18. I of course tried to interject, but Jimmy just gave me the thumb sucking command so I ended up both sucking my thumb and holding my winkle. Mummy must have thought I was scared of Uncle Darren or something, because she just reminded me how good uncle Darren was for me and to stop being silly. Jimmy must have been keen to shame me further because he asked a few questions like "Does Uncle Darren smack your bare bottom?' that I had to nod in answer, until Mummy said "For christ sake take your thumb out your mouth and your hand out your nappy". Of course I didn't want to feel the wooden spoon again, so I did it, and sloped off to the bathroom to give it a clean.

Daddy went to the Rugby club, and Mummy seemed to have forgotten that I needed a smacked bottom after the wet nappy came off. So I went to Jimmy for clothes to go and see Mr Burns. As you suggested I apologised I wasn't able to help him with the chores today, and promised him any money I earned. He said I still needed punishing, especially as 'the olds' as he calls them didn't discipline me properly for being a nappy boy. So he made me ask for a smacked bottom, which I did, and I went over his lap. He can smack hard ant it wasn't long before I was bawling and pleading for him to stop, which he immediately silenced with his cum sock. After, he put me in the window in position 3 to stifle my sobs. It was so humiliating being spanked so hard by Jimmy. It seemed worse than Darren because I've known him so much longer. He made it pretty clear when I was in his window that he smacked me, by wagging his finger in front of me in a telling off sort of way, and giving me a few more swots that made me cry out.

Eventually he gave me the dungarees and no pants and I went off next door. I think mummy knew what Jimmy did though as she said "Jimmy's becoming a good brother to you isn't he?" and i just nodded. She knew I had been crying I could tell.

Anyway, Mr Burns wanted help weeding his borders, and immediately said I should take my dungarees off otherwise they'd get muddy. As soon as I started to hesitate, and said i was wearing nothing under he smirked and winked, as if I had planned that. He reminded me that he'd seen me nakkie plenty of times and didn't my daddy tell me to do exactly what i was told? So I took them off, and he made me stand in front of him and he looked me over, noting my "well smacked bottom' which he said, licking his lips. He made me very uncomfortable. He clearly found it amusing that the rude boy next door was now naked and at his service and spend a long time just staring at my winkle while I just stood there waiting for instructions. It was obvious what he was wanting me to think.

Anyway he set me to work, asking to repeat what would happen if I was a naughty boy ie "Mr Burns could smack my bottom." so I was on my knees bending over to weed, while he sat at a table on his patio watching me while drinking tea. At one stage he came over and gave me a few smacks to my bottom cause apparently i pulled up a flower. I replanted that. Then he pointed out what were weeds, all the time keeping his hand on my bottom. Then he reached between my legs and pulled on my winkle a bit till it stiffened up, and told me it better stay stiff. Of course I was shocked, even if it wasn't a new sensation. He said 'dont think of telling anyone, no one will believe you'. He also told me to keep my legs further apart,

I then had to mow the grass, and stay hard throughout, so I needed to pull on my winkle. He kept calling me a little slut and saying i loved teasing him. I had to sit on his lap while he gave me some water to drink and he kept touching me all over especially my winkle and he pulled and twisted my nipples which hurt. But he did give me £5, which I of course handed over to Jimmy, who had completed our chores. I needed the potty and persuaded Jimmy to let me use it in my room. He didn't ask why, and agreed. I guess he was pleased with the money. Anyway, I hope you were able to see my shame.

We then went over to Craig's. Apparently the others were away on holidays, so it was only Craig, Jez, me and Jimmy. Craig measured us all in his room and when Jimmy said he could spunk, Craig demanded to be shown, so Jimmy quite happily wanked himself till he came. Craig then agreed he could leave the gang as a boy but still participate as a boss. Apparently the other boys are supposed to taste the spunk and suck on the new boss's dick. I wasn't sure if Craig was just making it up as he went along, but there was no other gang member who would know apart from Jimmy himself, as he's the only one who would have seen the last boy leave. Jez wasn't keen, but Craig was very firm. They didn't know I was no stranger to Jimmy's dick. It was quite good seeing Jez have to do it tbh.

Anyway we got dressed, and talk turned to who should replace Jimmy. It was Jez who suggested 'nappyboy', He'd seen enough of him in the past to know he had a winkle. It must have jogged Craig's mind, as he wanted to know what I was doing hanging out with such a loser, and Jimmy told him the lot. So, so much for Jimmy trying to protect me. Craig and Jez looked disgusted. Especially when Jimmy confirmed I called him uncle. Craig had a rummage in his bottom drawer and pulled out some swimming trunks, and told me to put them on, and said as I was a loser nappy boy that's what I'd wear from now on. I was then dispatched to fetch Uncle Darren.

I felt very self conscious running around their estate in just a really small pair of swimming trunks. It might be summer, but still. Anyway, I got to Uncle Darren's house and he was in, and of course surprised I was there. I suppose seeing me like that also was strange. i explained what happened, and he looked very nervous, asking if Craig was mad at what happened. I said no even though I didnt really know and told him Craig said he had to join the gang which he couldn't refuse, but he seemed pleased about that. Redemption perhaps from being excluded?
Before we left he insisted on doing a bit to camera answering a question about 'Whats it like having a younger boy as my uncle and babysitter?' so I sat on the naughty stool, nakkie, and explained it wasn't about age it was about responsibility, and saying i understand i am not a responsible boy since I still need nappies, and uncle darren is very grown up. He then panned back to show me on the naughty stool and I explained I was a naughty boy and having a time out which wasn't very nice but deserved, and that Uncle Darren put me on the naughty stool. He then got his mum to take some stills too – one of him on the sofa, with me on his lap my head on his shoulder, while he patted my bare bottom. And another of him crossing the road with me outside – I had those small tight trunks on by then again of course. He has some others from the last session with him in uncle mode. Hate to think what they are like. I suppose there will be even more comments, especially as he says many boys have put it on auto follow so immediately get a notification with any new update.

Anyway Craig was cross I took so long to fetch Darren, and he immediately gave me the slipper on my bare bottom, and I had to stand naked while he sorted out Darren. Just like me he was made to strip and got measured soft and hard. Pleasingly he was the same size as Jez, so technically bigger than me but only marginally. Definitely a winkle boy. He then had to kiss the dicks of us all which was nice. Craig made it clear that while in the gang the boys were equals, only separated by size, but when the gang were not together we could do what we wanted. With Darren and I most stunted for our age, Craig also invented a new rule, that we both needed to see Craig and Jimmy once a week each for a helping of spunk over our little winkles. I could tell Darren was ashamed, but I just shrugged.

Craig decided the rest of the afternoon could be spent in his back garden; i had to give Darren my trunks, as I was staying naked. Jimmy stayed in his shorts, jez got his trunks from his room, so we went outside. and kicked a ball around. Then the 6 year old from next door joined us too, who was also nakkie. The others thought it was funny. Jimmy took some photos which he has sent to Dean so I bet you get them too. The little boy also had a red bottom so there was some discussion of why we had our bottoms smacked.

If you see the pics you will see me standing side by side with the boy, and we are the same. I here by commit to the mantra:

My little winkle and balls are the same size as an average six or seven year old. I do hope one day they will grow but it is beginning to look as if this is as big as they will get because they have been like this for many years now
My little winkle and bals are the same size as an average six or seven year old. I do hope on day they will grow but it is beginning to look as if this is as big as they will get becase they have been like this for many years now

My little winkle and balls are the same size as an average six or seven year old. I do hope one day they wil grow but it is beginn=ing to look as if this is as big as they will get because they have been like this for many years now

My little winkle and balls are the same size as an average six or seven year old. I do hope one day they will grow but it is beginning to look as if this is as big as thy will get because they have been like this for many years now

My little winkle and balls are the same size as an average six or seven year old. I do hope one day they will grow but it is beginning to look as if this is as big as they will get because they have been like this for many years now

You will be pleased to know that Jimmy was very quick to give me the winkle signal any time i spoke like a big boy, so I spent quite a bit of time holding my winkle, much to the amusement of the others. especially as the little boy was a winkle holder too. At about 2-30 the boy's mummy came to take him into the shade for his nap, which he wasn't happy about, until Darren suggested I should join him, which cheered him up loads. I started to protest but Jimmy gave me the thumb sucking sign so it meant i was lead meekly away too. She had laid out a rug in their garden with a pillow under an umbrella. And we had to rest for an hour. When i returned they all made fun of me of course, and naturally Jimmy had a couple of pics of us cuddling as we lay there.

Anyway we were allowed to leave about 5.

So at bath time I broached the subject of adoption with Daddy. He was giving me a very thorough wash at the time, and I hope he wasn't connecting what he was doing to me and what I was saying – if anything after my morning with Mr Burns I hate him even more. Of course he asked what brought all this on, so I said it would make mummy happy, and I wanted to be the same as Jimmy etc. He asked what made me think he'd want a napppy wearing 13 yo as a son, and i said it was because I knew he could help me. He smirked and said he was sure if he was my proper daddy he'd be able to teach me lots of things without interference. He was washing my bottom at the time, and had a finger in my bum and made be bend over even more and then pushed two soapy fingers up my bum and moved them around and spread them apart. He told me this was the sort of things real daddies did for their sons and I would just have to accept it if he agreed to being my real daddy. As he was drying me he said he'd discuss it with mummy.

I gave the big speech about the Cot and high chair too saying how much it was horrible and i hated it, and surely he wasn't serious about getting them for me. He just cocked his head as if considering something.

Thats pretty much it for today – yes, yesterdays time at Deans was food for thought. You and his dad seem very similar. I wonder if you are in fact him, as it's such a coincidence. There are quite a few items which wont be used as I'm still too small. The chasity devices were kept in the trunk as they thought it would be a long time if ever that they'd work, as even though Slave Toby only has a small dick especially for a man it was much bigger than I am ever likely to be.

Ive given mummy and daddy their hugs today, and am now going to bed. I hope you have got some enjoyment from my sufferings today. I know how lucky I am to be your slaveboy even though I am not worthy. Thank you master for changing me into a slaveboy. I hope I will be able to have Marvin back soon as I miss him. Is this the last night?

PP

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Oh I did enjoy the account of your day, what excitement and fun you had I bet your little winkle kept getting stiff all through the day. So you decided to wet your nappy again, I suppose you are enjoying being in nappies so much you want to take them to Morocco. Well you're going to get your way now as it is less than 21 days until you go away. Were you missing having the smell of your dirty nappy bucket in your room, you had just got rid of? Good old Jimmy for not letting you get dehydrated. So you squelched into Jimmy's room in your nappy and got under his sheet to suck his dick. Did you get a nice tasty snack and have you felt any hair yet?

So you did your studying in front of the window. The little boy saw you standing in front of the window in your wet soggy nappy reading a seven year old's vocabulary book sucking your thumb. I bet the boy and his sister are really intrigued at what is going on over at your house it will be great when you manage to get together. You should have taken your book down with you then you wouldn't have got into trouble for forgetting what you are, little slave-boys don't read newspapers, you should feel very spoilt that Jimmy let you have a comic, they're alright for little free-boys but not slave-boys, you need to be studying your language books not enjoying yourself with a comic. Remember little slave-boys should be seen and not heard and certainly not giving their opinion on the news. Who is interested in a slave's opinion?

You were lucky mummy didn't get the mitts out for holding your winkle or the dummy if Jimmy had told her but I suppose she was so disgusted with you she couldn't be bothered. She probably thinks it's a waste of her time to try and do something with such a pathetic little boy. No wonder she has given over control and upbringing of you to your daddy and now she knows you want to be adopted she will completely wash her hands of you and leave it all up to daddy. See how quick she is to leave you to Uncle Darren and go away once she doesn't have Jimmy and Barry to take care of. Don't worry I will still get you back together with Barry even if we have to wait until he comes back from his camping trip, when is he going away?

So finally Jimmy gave you the smacking I was waiting for him to give you. I'm so glad he can smack properly, I thought he would be able to and it's even better that you got it because your mummy failed to give you one. That's just what you need, if mummy of daddy let you down now Jimmy will make sure you don't get away with it, which will help you learn to be a better boy. I would have liked to see you asking for a smacked bottie from Jimmy.
I hope you remembered that position 3 requires a stripped back stiffy. How was his cum sock, had he been using it since the London trip or was it dried and old as he has had you to meet his needs? So the boy in the house behind and his sister won't be in doubt that Jimmy is in charge of you like the sister is of her brother but then he is four years younger than her but Jimmy is three years younger than you.
Well the one thing we know they won't have been able to see is that little winkle of yours. A treat they still have to come. So you just stood there with your hands on your head and I hope your little pulled back stiffy while Jimmy swatted your already sore red bottom at the window. Did he make you stand so your bottom was facing the little boy's window. I wonder if his sister gives him a smacked bottom when he is naughty like Jimmy did to you. The one thing I am sure of it isn't going to be the last smacking you get from Jimmy. Did you know he told Dean he was offended that your mummy was paying Darren to look after you and felt he could do a better job. He even told her he could smack better than Darren when she was going on about what a good job Darren had done when he came round and your mummy said, "well show me".

I wonder why Jimmy gave you just dungarees to wear. Do you think your daddy told him to or do you think it was his idea. Perhaps he knew Mr Burns would prefer it. Did Mr Burns ask you who had smacked your bottie and did he examine it. What do you think he was wanting you to think? Did you get a stiffy while you were standing there? Did you ever read Into Care by Zelamir. Nicky had to work in the fields naked and got filthy and cold as well as beaten so you were lucky working in a warm garden. So Mr Burns likes little boys to have stiffies like I do, I wonder if he will skin you back next time. I'm sure there will be a next time especially as you acted so sluttishly, encouraging Mr Burns. Did you wiggle your bottom on Mr Burns' dick when you were sitting on his lap while he played with your winkle and balls. Did he comment on the size of them? Did he stick a finger in your bum hole?

Yes I now have a very nice film of you sitting on your potty but you didn't ask Jimmy to wipe your bottom so you will have to do it again and because you disobeyed me you will put your head in the top of the potty while he does it. I will get Dean to mention to Jimmy that he wants him to do it so there won't be any problem.

So Jimmy is now free of the gang, apart from being a boss, and you liked seeing another boy sucking on his dick, did you prefer watching or doing it? So had you asked Jimmy to keep it secret, what had you promised him to persuade him not to tell? Describe the swimming trunks Craig gave you, are they smaller or bigger than your own ones you bought from the shop? Do they have pictures on them like yours? Were they Craig's old ones or Jez's. So you are going to be wearing swimming trunks around the estate when you are not in nappies. I like the fact you will be getting a nice tan nearly all over so it will make your little bits stand out even more and when Smithy gets hold of you you will have a black willy and balls, white groin which will show more clearly your lack of pubes and sun tanned legs and body will show you spend lots of times wearing just little boy briefs or trunks. It will look good when you are standing nakkie in front of the naughty wall in the park. It's also good that Darren, Craig or Jimmy can give you a wedgie so you can run around the estate showing your red buttocks when you have them.

Yes Darren has got the pictures up already. I do like the one you mention when you are sitting on his lap, it looks so funny to see a naked tall boy sitting on the lap of a dressed fat and clearly younger boy. There is a comment from one person asking if Darren could do a video showing how a smaller boy can give a really hard spanking to an older boy. It has got incredible support it seems everyone who has visited the site says they want to see it and many make suggestions what they would like to see Uncle Darren using and getting your comments on which you think is the 'best' i.e. which hurts the most. So far apart from his hand they suggest hairbrush, plimsoll, wooden spoon, spatula, flip flop, ruler and table tennis bat. Some French kids are suggesting a martinet and loads of Americans are suggesting a paddle. So you are becoming an international star. There are lots of requests and suggestions about position as well, over Darren's knee, bent over the naughty stool with legs on rungs, nappy position, touching toes, bent over Darren's shoulder, bent over back and end of sofa, on knees head on ground and standing up arms in air. I reckon Darren will try and satisfy all requests.

The general view seems to be what a wimp you must be as no normal boy even bed-wetters would think it is ok for a boy three years younger to be in charge. Others want to know if you get a stiffy when Uncle Darren puts cream on you or when anyone else does. There are lots of questions about nappy rash. You didn't tell me his mummy had taken pictures of you over his lap showing your dirty bottom and him cleaning it with cotton wool and then showing your skid-marked briefs before he put them on your head. There's a good one of you with your dum-dum which reminds me your hair is getting too long you need to get your hair cut again. Perhaps Uncle Darren will take you while you are staying with him. Which day is your mummy and daddy going away and for how many nights?

So Darren is going to join the gang. It seems strange to me that you are happy a ten year old has only a little bigger winkle than you but I suppose as you think your winkle is the size of a six or seven year old you think he should be a lot bigger than you. Well I suppose the fact that he is bigger than you means Craig doesn't mind him being in charge of you outside the gang and he will be more senior in the gang. I wonder if Jimmy will get Darren to get him hard before he spurts his spunk on him or whether you will do it for you both. I'm sure Jimmy won't be slow to show Craig what delights there are for a boss when he has little winkle boys to serve him.

What a lot of new friends you are making and how appropriate that you would be the nakkie boy while everyone else has some clothes on, Craig and Jimmy in shorts and tops, and Jez and Darren in swim trunks. Yes Dean sent me the pictures, I loved them, it's so good to see that although you are so much taller amd bigger than the little boy you realise that as far as your winkle and balls you are the same as the little boy. So you have a nice six year old to be friends with, some one to play with and even have a little nap. Even his mummy is happy to let you have a rest with her little boy. What had the naughty boy done to earn a smacked bottom and what did you say was the reason for your smacked bottom.

I hope you weren't a nasty pervert when you were cuddling with the little boy, I know what you like to do to them. Did his mummy watch you until you went to sleep, didn't she say anything about a big boy having a nap with her little boy even if you do have the same size winkles. She must have known you were a naughty boy from the state of your bottom. Yes the picture of you both sucking your thumbs, you holding your winkle and the little boy with his hand on your red bottom I'm sure would win a prize. Perhaps Jimmy should enter it for the photographic competition they hold in the autumn at the local library. Perhaps I will get Dean to suggest it to him.

I am so glad you finally got round to asking Daddy to adopt you. You will be a very sorry boy if your daddy hasn't agreed by Tuesday night. Imagine if you had waited until then before you asked and Daddy had said the same thing. That's why you shouldn't wait until the last minute when I tell you to do something. Well I am sure your mummy isn't going to mind. she's likely to be delighted to hand over the burden of having such a pathetic son but you better make sure you get the right decision by Tuesday night, so I would suggest you do everything you can to encourage them both to say yes.

How quickly do you reckon the cot and high chair will be arriving, I reckon after your next visit to Uncle Darren's. You'll have to let him know your daddy wants to borrow them and if he gets his mummy to lend them you will do all the blogs he wants.

You weren't very descriptive of Dean's dad's inspection of you. Dean tells me it was a real slave inspection just like he had read in those stories of yours. The way he checked every part of you starting with your hair, looking and feeling in your mouth, rubbing his hands all over your skin, peeling back your little foreskin and checking your little winkle, Dean thought it was funny when he got out his magnifying glass to help him see your winkle and balls. How was it licking his finger to get it wet so he could push it in your bum hole to examine you and then having to suck it clean afterwards? Dean said he thought you were going to fall over when he made you lift your feet one at a time so he could examine then, the way you were hopping around. It's really good that Dean has such a good example for him to learn from and he reckons his dad is really keen to be involved. He has promised Dean not to interfere or take over and just advise but says he will be very grateful to him if he allows him to help sometimes.

So tell me who do you enjoy feeling you up the most, Mr Burns, Dean's dad or your soon to be adoptive daddy. Put them in order for me and tell me why you say that order. I don't want any silly denials or say you can't choose or I will get annoyed. If you send me a full answer to this question, what you like and who does it best and what else you hope they will do then when I have confirmed your answer is satisfactory you may release Marvin. It would be very silly of you to have another misunderstanding as Marvin is so close to freedom so let me make it clear, you have to give me a proper answer to this question when you do and I tell you that the answer is satisfactory then and only then may you release Marvin.

So you've had another very good Sunday I look forward to hearing you answering my questions and more about what happens next week.

Your Master

Chapter 46
8^th Monday (3^rd Week)

This is your slaveboy. I hope you had a good day. Things for me are going better than I deserve thanks to you not showing others the film of me doing nasty perverted things with little boys. I am eternally grateful and will strive to be a worthy slaveboy.

First: I am a smelly dirty piss-pants whose silly little winkle can't stop his wee-wee coming out in his pants. I am lucky Jimmy and Dean are training me to get some control and I know they need to be very strict or I will never learn so I want to thank them for their help.

As you know, I didn't decide to wet my nappy. I assume you must be teasing me. As long as Jimmy gives me so much water, it seems inevitable I will wet myself in my sleep now. I wish he would stop it, and I know you can make that happen. I don't understand why you won't though. I'm missing the best of the summer because i have to be in bed so early. And as you say, at least three weeks more like this. I hope I don't have to take them on holiday.

And yes, just like yesterday, after sucking on Jimmy's dick (no I didnt feel any pubes, though you can if you use your finger they are definitely coming through), he put me in his window to read my book. The little boy was again looking out. Yes I suppose he knows now that Jimmy smacks my bare bottom, and yes Jimmy smacks my bottom hard and the cum sock was the only thing that stopped my crying out. I think he uses it in bed before he goes to sleep, as it is sort of squidgy in the morning. Don't worry – Jimmy doesn't forget to skin back my winkle for position 3. I'll tell you more about the little boy later, as they came over at lunchtime.

It doesn't surprise me that Jimmy wants to take over from Darren. As well as wanting the money, Jimmy only knows Darren as a winkle boy who used to wear nappies like me. He doesn't know how strict Darren is or mean, and I doubt he's thought about smallbone, let alone gone on the website. If I thought it would work, Id try and persuade mummy that Jimmy can look after me, but it wont work, because Darren's mum is supposed to be supervising, even if she isn't. They wont leave Jimmy home alone. Besides, now Darren has got his podgy hands on money he wont let me go easily, and the website is very popular.

I too have been reviewing the comments and questions. Its very upsetting that even other nappy boys think I'm a wimp for 'letting' Darren babysit. As if I've a choice? They must know he's in charge. Unfortunately I am starting to get nappy rash. I noticed it this morning. I think its because my nappy stays on for so long. Its not fair. Its sore and itchy.

Darren was particularly pleased with the picture of me on his lap, his hands under my bottom with my head buried into his neck. He says it shows clearly who is in charge, comforting me after he smacked me. I thought he'd probably put it on line in a prominent position. I dont understand why so many kids are interested in how I get spanked as I know they must be too. I havent heard from Darren, but I am sure you are right; he will want to do more of that. I think I have to go back to Darren's at the end of the week. I hope I dont have to do videos of him spanking me, though I know its on his list. I see he's added a bit more content of stuff that happened when i stayed over to show how he is in charge – of him saying 'no' and stuff.

I think its also giving Darren more confidence that he is not a nappy boy any more. He's much more confident when he speaks to camera, and to me. However, he was very submissive with Craig, and I think he is scared that Craig might stop him controlling me if he knew, or worse found a way to make him a nappy boy again Actually I think Craig would love it, but i am pleased he's so scared, as it means we are equals really around the gang, though since Craig knows I'm a nappy boy ive been demoted a bit. The trunks were old ones of Craigs I think as they came from his drawers, but they must have been old. They are white with a picture of bob the builder on them and they are very small. They did look childish when Darren had to wear them, but i was in no position to tease as I was nakkie by then and had been wearing them previously when I was running around the estate. But you are right, it seems I will be wearing trunks more often. I had to wear them today, for example too.

You seem very convinced I will end up at the naughty wall in the park That wont happen i can assure you.

But I cant stop them making me nakkie. it was horrible. I sometimes forget im the eldest boy, but now they treat me like the youngest. It was quite a shock when the little boy arrived to play too, and worse when his mummy didn't seem to register I was so much older. I nearly protested, but i knew it would do no good, and it could end up with me getting a sore bottom. The fact is the little boy thought I was his friend and it was him who wanted me to have a nap too. I suppose he just saw me as another nakkie boy and one with a sore bottom. He got his for being cheeky and not doing as he was told, and I said I got the same. He didn't ask who did it, as it would have been odd pointing to a chubby kid running around with Bob the Builder trunks. Those pictures Jimmy took were very embarrassing; I hadn't realised how we both held our winkles in the same way. I wish I could stop doing that. And of course there was nothing perverted. I'm not like that. He just seemed to cuddle me as we slept, as at the beginning we were lying on our fronts as our bottoms were sore still. I suppose you are right; our winkles are similar.

Yes Dean was right, it was a very thorough inspection – everything was examined, even my teeth. Above all it made me see that enslavement wasn't a kids thing. With him doing all that it somehow felt more serious. He didn't hold back at all, and just calls me 'Slave'. He's also very strict as you know. I cant even make eye contact. Of course the fact I was fully stiff throughout just confirmed to him what I was. I wasn't questioned, it was all assumption 'your lucky to find a natural slave'; 'look how he loves it. I suppose the speech i gave him when we were discovered has sealed my fate in his eyes. He just seems to live in a different world, where all this is normal, even wanting me to give Dean a blowjob so he could check my technique, but Dean wasn't ready for that, and I don't blame him. I wouldn't want mummy or daddy to see me do something like that while they watched. I wonder why Dean's dad thinks its 'normal'? weird.

So you asked who do I enjoy? First is Mr Burns because he hasn't done much, 2nd is Daddy as he only washes me and plays with my winkle and sticks his fingers in my bum hole, and 3rd is Dean's dad as he was so thorough and rougher, he also treats me as a slave-boy as if I don't matter. I like as little as possible and I hope in future they get bored and leave me alone. Please Master please say I can release Marvin I have missed him so much.

Talking of Mr Burns; no I think it was Jimmy's idea as it was chores day and that's what I wear normally. Mr Burns wanted me to know that he knew I was now a little boy that got a smacked bottom, without him having to say that. I'm sure thats what was going on. Im sure Daddy wouldn't have expected him to make me work nakkie, but he's right there is no point in saying anything. Mr Burns did comment on my winkle size, pondering if thats why I was always so naughty. And no of course I didnt wiggle my bottom on his lap.

So a few notable things that happened today. Jimmy kept me in trunks today after yesterday, saying they were best for me. As we were home, I didn't even get a t shirt. There was a knock at the back gate, and it turned out to to be the girl from behind – Jenny – who wanted to say hello as they'd just moved in. Of course I assumed she came to see me, but she just ignored me and started talking directly to Jimmy as if I wasn't there. First I tried to answer her questions about the neighbourhood anyway, but Jimmy made the winkle sign when Jenny wasn't looking. I didnt want to, but I also didnt want a spanking or anything worse, so did it, which made Jenny laugh – i suppose i looked like a shy little boy – and said her brother was just the same; wouldn't say boo to a goose.

She must have thought I looked bored, because she said I could go over and play with Adam. It was clear Jimmy thought this was an excellent idea, so off i went in just my trunks and trainers. I felt really awkward asking his mum if Adam could play. Anyway he was in his room, and I saw straight away his room looks over to Jimmy's. Actually he was in the corner with his shorts and pants round his ankles and a rather red bottom on display, and his mum (who followed me up) said his corner time was over. He was a bit embarrassed to see me there, but of course he immediately recognised me as 'the nappy boy from opposite' and he knows I get my bare bottom smacked too.

He was also curious why i was wearing swimming trunks, and I explained I was playing in the garden until his sister turned up. He seemed to confirm she is is quite interested in Jimmy for some reason, god knows why. She must know hes younger than her? Anyway Adam wanted to know why I still needed nappies, so i asked him why he needed pullups, which made him scowl but he confirmed he sometimes wet his pants. And he admitted he had to wear them to bed too. Sure enough he had a big box of them on a shelf.

We also talked about getting smacked, as he had seen Jimmy telling me off, so I confirmed that my brother was able to smack me, and he said it was the same for his big sister too. We then played with his lego, and I forgot for a while I was a 13 year old forced to wear swimming trunks. It was a bit of a shock that Jenny and Jimmy were standing in the doorway watching us, worse when Jenny said it was nice we were friends because it seemed we had lots in common. She made Adam say hello to Jimmy and he was clearly shy, as he stood up and held his winkle. I suddenly realised he was shy around Jimmy, but not at all around me, even at first. Anyway they were going out, so Jimmy and I went home. Apparently she suggested we go with her and Adam to the beach or park sometime.

Mummy had been to the shops, and showed me two items she was particularly pleased with: mitts and a dummy, saying they would help me stop my silly habits. I cant believe my own mother would buy such things for me.

But the day reached new lows later in the afternoon. The milkman arrived to collect the milk money and as I was in the back garden he spoke to me. He's never liked me since me and Dean played a prank a couple of years ago when we moved the dials on some neighbours milk holders, instructing him to leave a lot more milk than they wanted. It caused quite a lot of fuss. Anyway, he must have noticed the redness that my trunks were not covering, so immediately asked if I had a smacked bottom which knocked the wind out of my sails. I must have grabbed my winkle too, cause mummy noticed, and as soon as the milkman left she said 'I must need a wee-wee'. I didn't but she wasn't listening. She just grabbed my potty and took me into the living room, put on cartoons, pulled off my trunks and sat me there. She told me if i moved before making wee wee id get a very sore bottom.

Of course I didn't want the wooden spoon again, so I didn't move even though I didn't want to pee. A bit later i heard sniggering and I looked over my shoulder expecting to see Jimmy, but it was Smithy. I was so ashamed; nakkie and on the potty. He just circled me, knowing i wasn't allowed to move, while pondering why he ever was upset I didn't want to be his best friend, and who'd want to be best friends with a boy who couldn't grow up and still needed a potty. It wasn't true actually; i never said I didn't want to be best friends, I just preferred Dean thats all. He was always trying to hang out with me, and got cross when I was already planning to go to Deans. But I thought that was ancient history.

Anyway, he was clearly after revenge and took a couple of pics, and planned to circulate them at school. I pleaded with him, and he pondered why I was so obedient to Dean, and asked if it was true that I let Dean boss me about and always did as I was told. I felt so stupid; i didn't even get off the potty. I briefly wondered if this mess I'm in would have happened if I was best friends with Smithy instead. I said I was sorry about not being best friends, but of course it was too late for that now.
Then he started asking what my parents thought of my black winkle as i seem to be a nakkie boy at home. I explained they thought i probably deserved it if i couldn't stop it happening. He seemed quite pleased with that and said he thought so to, as it was so small, making it black was a good way of making it more visible or other people might think i was a girl. He said it was a shame it had worn off, and maybe I'd like it done again, particularly if I didn't want to be known as potty boy. Now I saw where he was going. He was right; pictures of me like this would do for me at school once and for all. So I pleaded with him to black my winkle and balls again, saying I deserved it and needed it. He nodded and told me to report to his place in the morning, and left me to it.

Later I heard my parents discussing adoption, and I couldn't believe Mummy was so grateful, saying 'are you sure you want to take him on?' how mean is that?? I dont know about the high chair and cot though, you seem more convinced that will be happening than me. Do you know something I don't?

Anyway, I am fully up to date with hugs today. As usual. I hope you have got some enjoyment from my sufferings today. I know how lucky I am to be your slaveboy even though I am not worthy. Thank you master for changing me into a slaveboy.

pp

pp,

You say you didn't decide to wet your nappy but that isn't what you used to say to Jimmy was it. How many times did you tell him he could stop wetting if he decided to, that he was just being babyish and needed to make more of an effort? So it's not surprising he wants you to have to make an effort. Also why aren't you waking up feeling desperate and in the end having to let go as it gets too hard to hold on. That's not what happens is it no, pp happily pisses his nappy in his sleep doesn't even wake up when it's happening, it could be happening after only a few hours after going to bed. He'd rather blame his brother who is only keeping him from getting dehydrated rather than admit that he is a bed-wetting slave-boy who can't control his wee when he is asleep.
As you say you are now getting nappy rash because you are in a wet nappy for so long which suggests you are peeing yourself early in the night. It's not my job to stop Jimmy doing what he wants to but I will do you a deal when you have your high chair and cot I will get Dean to let Jimmy know that it is totally up to him if he gives you water after you are in your nappy, if he wants to that's fine and if he wants to stop that will also be fine. Then it will be up to you to persuade him to stop. I no longer have any fear that you will try and force him to stop as we both know that would only make things worse but if you can bargain with him than that will be fine, so I suggest you start thinking what you can offer him that might make him decide to cut back a bit on the water. On the other hand you might decide you would prefer to continue as you are because if he did cut back who would you have to blame if you continued to wet your nappy.

You say you and Darren are the same in the gang but as he has a bigger winkle than you like Jez he is superior not just because you are the only nappy boy. Who had the swimming trunks to wear and who was nakkie. I agree with you I think Craig will find it really funny if he ever comes across the website, imagine him seeing you on Darren's lap with your red bottie in his hands taking comfort from him. Well I will look forward to hearing more about what Darren gets you to do for your blog. I did consider forbidding you looking at the website as I thought it might be more fun you not knowing what was up there but I think as you are going to be working so hard on your blogs you should be able to enjoy seeing them up on the web for everyone to see. Yes it's good the two gang bosses agree on getting you wearing swimming trunks when you are not nakkie and I don't expect it will just be when you are are home that you won't wear a top. We need to get that skinny top nicely browned to set off your white middle better. I'm sure Craig and Jimmy will agree.

You are a silly slave-boy aren't you how can you possibly think you are in any position to give me an assurance that you won't be at the naughty wall at the park. I will give you an assurance that you will and I wonder who's assurance is worth more? A silly little nappy wearing slave-boy or a master who has organised so many exciting experiences for pp. At the moment I am happy to see whether it is Jimmy, Craig, Darren or someone else who decides pp needs to spend sometime nakkie in front of the naughty wall but if I get tired of waiting then I will take a hand and make sure it happens. Imagine if the other naughty boys see you standing there with your nappy rash and little black winkle and balls. They will all remember you for years.

Yes it's good Dean's dad is able to help you learn what being a slave is really about. As you say it's not a kid's game, you have your home, Darren and Craig's to play your kids' games and have fun but you also need to be preparing yourself for being a proper slave although whether you will ever be able to graduate to being a proper slave or will always remain only a slave-boy even when you are an adult. I have said before I can't see you ever being good enough to be an alpha slave but if you work hard for Dean with his dad's help he might help you grow into a proper slave. So you had your first proper slave inspection, be sure it won't be your last. Masters like to inspect other masters slaves and how the slave behaves reflects on their master. Some masters will try to show the master up by trying to get the slave to break position. Of course you should never look a free person in the eye and you should be practising that with everyone. Remember you have to get all that arrogance out of you, you spent too many years being allowed to be arrogant so you will need firm handling to make sure every little drop is drained out of you.

I have also spoken to Dean about not wanting to let his dad see you give him a blow-job. I explained that he had to realise that his dad was more than a dad now he was an experienced master who like me was there to help him develop. While it was natural to be a bit embarrassed about having sex in front of his father he has nothing to be ashamed of and should be proud of himself and his body. He needs to build his arrogance while you lose yours. I have also told him that he doesn't need to have sex in front of his dad to allow him to test out how good you are. He just has to give his dad permission to try you out. He can either watch if he wants to learn or just leave you with his dad who will be able to give you a full test run and teach you to improve your services and tell Dean what to look out for. Don't think you won't one day be doing sex in front of your daddy either.

So if you enjoy Mr Burns most then we must get you to spend more time together and in future when you sit in his lap make sure you do wiggle your bottom on his erection. You will at least once a week go round to his house wearing just your dungarees and ask him if he has any jobs he wants you to do.

Why were you surprised that Jenny would rather talk to Jimmy than a nappy wearing naughty boy who Jimmy smacked? Do you think Jenny was being mean to Adam when she sent you over to his house? She must have known he was standing in the corner with his bare smacked bottom on display. Perhaps she thought it was only fair as he had seen yours several times bare or covered in a nappy or maybe she thinks it doesn't matter two naughty little boys seeing each other naked. I suppose she probably thinks if she and Jimmy are going to spend time together, you and Adam might as well get used to seeing each other with sore red bottoms.

I wonder if they will share smacking duties, how will it feel being smacked by Jenny? I suppose Adam won't be keen on being smacked by Jimmy, I expect he smacks harder than Jenny. I guess the four of you will be spending a lot of time together, I wonder if you and Adam will spend time together nakkie at the naughty wall in the park. I suppose it will be a good place to put you two if they want sometime on their own. I bet Adam is a nakkie boy at the beach so I guess you will have to be the same as your friend to keep him company. I wonder if both of you will end up at the lifeguards' hut.

So there certainly seem to be plenty of adults who didn't like you when you were your arrogant old self who seem to be pleased to see you getting your comeuppance. Isn't mummy kind to let you have cartoons while you are sitting on your potty, I would make you study your words.

What a bit of luck that Smithy turned up at just that moment, I bet he couldn't believe his eyes. While I can understand why you wanted to have your little winkle and balls blacked again to try and make them stand out a bit you know who they belong to and it is not up to you to alter your body without the permission of your master so you better contact Dean tomorrow and ask for permission to go to Smithy to have your winkle and balls blacked. He might decide he would rather you kept them nice and white and would prefer Smithy shared pictures of you on your potty, I don't know, it's up to him but what I do know is no slave-boy can alter his body without his master's permission. Personally I hope he lets you go but it is his decision.

What a very rude question for a slave to ask his master. Of course I know loads of things you don't. You certainly haven't lost your arrogance yet. I can see you will need to go through a lot more humiliation and pain before we can start building that slave. Well it sounds like you have managed to persuade your daddy to adopt you, I wonder what he will do to celebrate the fact of getting ful l control of you. Don't forget to be truly grateful when he tells you.

Yes you may release Marvin from his cage try not to get him sent back to the cage.

Your Master

Chapter 45
8^th Tuesday (3^rd Week)

This is your slaveboy. I hope you had a good sleep. Things for me are going better than I deserve thanks to you not showing others the film of me doing nasty perverted things with little boys. I am eternally grateful and will strive to be a worthy slaveboy.

First: I am a smelly dirty piss-pants whose silly little winkle can't stop his wee-wee coming out in his pants. I am lucky Jimmy and Dean are training me to get some control and I know they need to be very strict or I will never learn so I want to thank them for their help.

Im writing as I am back from Smithy's and thought you should be the first to see his handiwork. As you said, I asked Dean via MSN if it would be OK for Smithy to black my winkle, and he said it was a great idea. I went over on my bike and was sent up to his bedroom. He had put newspaper down, and he immediately started stripping me; im surprised he didn't make me do it. he just smirked throughout making comments about he couldn't think why he'd ever been worried about being friends with such a freak as me. Once naked he made me 'remind' him why 'I wanted' my winkle blackened, and I told him again its because it was so small and would help show people im not a little girl if they could see it more easily. Worse he then made me beg on my knees. I felt so humiliated, naked, begging for something I don't even want.

Anyway, he made me lie on the newspaper with my legs spread as wide as I could, and he went to work. He showed none of the shyness that Dean first had – pulling and squeezing my winkle with no concern. Of course I got hard, and then he skinned me back. Last time it was a rush and not done very thoroughly, and he was keen to make sure he did it well this time, even doing the head of my winkle. It was horrible the way he used a little brush and it hurt bad as he applied the boot polish. He said it was a special concoction; polish and black fountain pen ink, and some bicarb to ensure it won't come off as easily as the last job. He's always been good at chemistry and must have been doing some research. He must of spent at least 15 minutes applying it carefully, especially to my balls, and of course it hurt most when he did my winkle head. He then let that dry and did another coat. Then he pulled the skin back over and coated any bits that hadn't been properly coated when it was pulled back. After that dried he used a cloth and his own spit to increase the shine, before putting a hairdryer on me, making me lie there with my legs kept apart, so there was no blackness anywhere else on my body. He then wrapped it in cling film to make sure it set properly.

So as you can see, it's a much deeper black now, and it doesn't even come off in my hand. I don't know how long it will stay like this, but Smithy thinks weeks if not the rest of the holiday. Its so shaming having a black winkle, especially as other boys know what it means. I suppose men too given its always been a tried and tested way to put a boy in his place.

So I have to go off to the Farm now.

You asked a few questions, and I know you wouldn't want to be kept waiting for me to answer.

You are right, I did use to say Jimmy was 'being babyish and needed to make more of an effort' when he was a nappy boy. And you are right too that I wet my nappy in my sleep without even waking up. the only comfort is Darren doesn't make me drink water, and those two nights i was dry. So of course I will try and ask Jimmy to stop it. I've got to get out of nappies. Not least because Darren is already plotting more blog additions, and it will only get worse for me in the gang. You dont know what it is like, and i am frustrated i responded to a moment of kindness from Darren, something I don't get at home any more – I was feeling emotional, and didn't know his mum was behind me taking a picture. When I hug Mummy or Daddy at home like you tell me I get little back these days.

And I hate it that i could easily find myself at the naughty wall at the park like some little boy. Its not fair. I just thought if I stay out of trouble I could stop it happening, but i suppose im wrong. Now Ive a black winkle, the other kids will think im even more a loser. I hope my nappy rash isn't that visible. I was surprised Jenny wanted to talk to Jimmy cause he is still younger whatever has happened to me.

I just thought I ws dispatched to see Adam just because it got me out the way, but maybe you are right and she wanted me to see Adam get smacked too. I suppose it meant we spoke abut getting into trouble more, and it does seem that Adam is quite a naughty boy. He wants me to go scrumping with him in a neighbour's orchard, and he says he loves throwing stones at someone's greenhouse. I don't want to get into even more trouble, but I know he will call me a chicken if i don't. he's quite calculating; to his mum and sister he used little boy language "I got smacked on my bot-bot", but to me he was more normal. I think he thinks it makes him look angelic and beyond reproach. Im not sure how thats working given he had a sore red bottom like me.

But I was most disturbed by you wondering if I "will ever be able to graduate to being a proper slave or will always remain only a slave-boy even when you are an adult. What do you mean? I cant stay like this for much longer. Surely something must happen? Im trying not to be arrogant, but you see arrogance in almost everything i do or say. Do you really think Dean's dad will want to bum me? Isn't that very very wrong?

And yes, I understand about Mr Burns

I suppose I better get myself off to the farm now. I hope you continue to get enjoyment from my sufferings, and are pleased with the results of getting my winkle blacked again. You will also note I got my haircut on the way home from Smithy's.

PP

pp

I didn't realise you were going to the farm today. Is it just during the day or is it an overnight stay? If I don't hear from you tonight I will assume it was an overnight stay so if it isn't you better send me a message.

How right you were it was a real treat to see that little winkle and scrotum all nice and black again and seeing the head was as black when you pulled your skin back, yes Smithy has done a lovely job. Although of course it does hide the nappy rash on your winkle and balls there is still plenty that shows up on the rest of the white skin between your legs and on your bottom. It's becoming very red and I imagine it is getting very itchy and sore. I am sure it will show up well on your blog when Darren tackles nappy rash. Smithy obviously gave it a lot of thought even going as far to invent his own blacking material. What a kind boy he is to go to so much trouble to do what you wanted.

You'll have to think what you are going to tell your mummy, daddy and Mr Burns why you have a black winkle and scrotum. I'm sure Dean will want to show it off to Aunt Maggie, she's sure to find it funny. His dad will see it next time he inspects you. Remember you asked for it to be done so make sure you don't try and blame anyone else. Perhaps you should say how it was a bet between a group of boys you were with. The bet was the boy with the smallest winkle got his dick and balls blacked and as there were several boys three or more years younger than you, a couple only eight, that you thought you were safe but you were by far the smallest. You can use a different story but make sure you don't blame anyone else and let them know it is a normal treatment for an older boy with a winkle. I am sure your daddy and Mr Burns will want to examine it, they might even want to discuss it with each other. I am sure your mum will be disgusted at the games boys play but she is getting used to her son being a freak even if she is not happy about it but at least she can leave things to your daddy now you are going to be adopted by him. I'm not surprised you aren't getting much from her when you hug her.

Well remember you can't ask Jimmy to stop until you have the cot and high chair because Dean won't be telling Jimmy he can stop if he wants to until then. If you start your begging too early it will only annoy him and he is more likely to keep going. I am surprised you don't recognise how mature Jimmy is becoming, I don't know whether Jenny knew how old Jimmy was but there is not that big a difference and she has seen a handsome boy who is obviously very mature who is in charge of his older brother and allowed to punish him when he is naughty. Why wouldn't she be interested in being friendly with such a neighbour perhaps it will develop into more. She certainly isn't going to be interested in a nappy wearing scrawny teenager.

It sounds as if Adam is going to be interested in you though. What a strange boy you are, you are worried if you don't join in a six year old will call you a chicken. You seem to have forgotten you are a slave-boy and so need to do what free-boys want. However because of your reasoning you will refuse to join in with his mischief until he calls you a chicken then you will do it. If you are caught you will blame him saying you did it because he called you a chicken. We will see what whoever catches you thinks of a thirteen year old blaming a six year old as well as your and Adam's parents and Jenny.

You are not doing a very good job of not being arrogant are you? I see arrogance in everything you do and say because there is. You are going to have to try a lot harder to prove you have got rid of your arrogance. I can't see things changing, Dean seems very happy to have a slave-boy and you have been so good for Jimmy I am not going to let things go backwards for him, so I would suggest you resign yourself to the future staying the same and concentrate on being a better slave-boy and working on trying to be worthy of becoming a slave.

I assume you meant Dean's dad rather than Dean bumming you as Dean already does. Of course there is nothing wrong with anyone bumming a slave-boy as long as their master gives permission. So it will be totally up to Dean whether his dad bums you or you suck him off. I suggest you try and convince Dean with your enthusiasm and skills that he doesn't need any tips from his dad on such matters but don't be surprised if he decides he does or just wants to give his dad a treat and as a good slave-boy you won't make any complaint or I am sure Dean's dad can give him some other lessons on controlling a slave-boy. You certainly won't like them.

You are learning a bit I can see as I half expected you asking me not to send you to Mr Burns and if you had I would have made you go twice a week. Now don't spoil it by forgetting to go or forgetting to tell me all about it which will count the same.

Well I am sure Daniel will give you an interesting time and make sure you fill him in on all that has been happening to you. Don't lie to him about why you have a black winkle including the fact you are now using a potty and also tell him about your blog. I am sure he will find it all very interesting.

Yes I am pleased you got your hair cut but where did you get the money from? I also wonder if it was more to do with not wanting Darren to take you for it rather than keenness to do what I told you to do.

Well I look forward to hearing about your time of being a runt on the farm.

Your Master

Chapter 47
8^th Wednesday (3^rd Week)

This is your slaveboy. I hope you had a good day. Things for me are going better than I deserve thanks to you not showing others the film of me doing nasty perverted things with little boys. I am eternally grateful and will strive to be a worthy slaveboy.

First: I am a smelly dirty piss-pants whose silly little winkle can't stop his wee-wee coming out in his pants. I am lucky Jimmy and Dean are training me to get some control and I know they need to be very strict or I will never learn so I want to thank them for their help.

I am writing this from Dean's house – I am naked, in heavy shackles and gagged. My winkle is ringed and I am plugged. I am kneeling at his computer to write this – he is going to send you a picture. You will see my winkle and balls are still just as black as when Smithy did them on Monday. Dean also wants me to tell you he insisted I write to you and not make you wait an extra day.

As you probably remember, Dean had arranged for me to stay for 2 nights this week, only the first night would be at the farm. So I went off to the farm yesterday lunchtime and I arrived at Dean's this afternoon. He has already given me a good bumming and he says the chains will help me remember my place too. I was gagged just now because I was talking too much. The chains are heavy and its hard to type. The gag makes me dribble. I look down at my little stiffy begging for attention – it humiliates me. Jeffrey has just arrived and has seen how wretched I must look. He is going to bum me too when I have finished my note to you. I don't think he will want to be a slaveboy any more, especially as he is boasting about his pubic hairs which have suddenly started to grow.

I've had to tidy Dean's room for him, but its fine being naked and in chains as his mum is away on a golf trip. I have to help his dad later – he has already given my bottom a few smacks as I was taking too long. Both him and Jeffrey found the story of my winkle blacking very funny because my winkle was smaller than even an 8 year old's. So you see I have adopted your story of why my winkle has been blackened because I was the smallest. Smithy's concoction is much more long-lasting; the last job made the inside of my underpants a bit black, and it soon faded to a sort of grey colour. But this time it's still black and shiny. It is certainly not a surprise to Dean's dad as he says it was pretty common in his day for a winkle boy to end up being blackened. Dean made me write a thank you note to Smithy for doing such a good job.

Although I packed the nappy bag for my two night stay, Daniel wasn't interested in me using them as a runt is more like a young animal. I think Dean is going to cage me tonight and he doesn't care if I lie in my own piss. I dont know what is worse – being treated as a little boy by Jimmy, mummy and Darren, or like some sort of animal like Daniel and Dean. Jimmy is certainly getting more dismissive of me and is used to smacking me now; even if so far a few slaps on the backs of my legs. Adam is certainly not shy of me though, and I suppose as he's seen how Jimmy treats me, there is no reason to be. I dont want to wait till Adam calls me chicken, because a chicken has to do the chicken dance, pants off, with a feather up his bottom and still do the deed, otherwise they have to go home. I thought everyone knew that.

Anyway, I arrived at the farm as planned. Daddy had given me the money for the haircut and insisted, so I couldn't really avoid it. Daniel didn't mind. He just wanted me naked like his runt – and they were both waiting to meet me. I hadnt seen the runt close up – only in the sty. Runt is a typical farm boy; much more stocky and physical than me, especially since I've been on my slaveboy diet. But he's still got a tiny winkle like me, and was sitting naked on the muddy verge at Daniels feet when I arrived and was generally very dirty, and smelt a bit too. I was told to strip right there, which seemed to cheer Runt up as he had been looking nervous, but soon saw I was to be the same as him.

There was some discussion about my red bottom and black winkle, and Daniel told Runt that he was lucky not to live like me, especially when he noticed the nappy rash. He said again it was so much better that boys who were undeveloped and still couldn't stop pissing themselves stayed runts, and not constantly punished for things they couldn't really help. As if on cue, runt started pissing, and because his winkle was stiff and pointing, his stream hit me straight in my groin. I did what anyone would do and jumped out of the way cursing about what had happened, but Daniel said I shouldn't be so squeemish, and should love all filth, and made me get closer to runt so his piss could cover me better – making me get down on my haunches too. After he told us to roll around a bit so I was as dirty as runt. Daniel called us Runt brothers and should look after each other.

With that me and Runt were sent off together as we had to collect food scraps for the pigs from the workers cottages. Of course I hesitated – I thought Runt was kept out of the way of other people, but apparently not. I certainly didnt want to be seen naked by strangers, let alone caked in mud and smelling of piss as I was. Actually the farm was quite quiet as we wheeled the pig bin up to the cottages; runt didn't say much and what he did say was quite short. He's not retarded or anything, but Daniel says he is in special needs for most subjects at his school, and is bullied a lot as a piss pants. The farm kids are much more understanding, and just treat him more as a little pet. Of course Runt wanted to know about my black winkle and was sympathetic when I told him.

Most of the cottages had put their scrap bits out for emptying, but a couple we had to call on. The first a stocky farm woman answered and immediately spoke to Runt but in a kindly way, but that he should wait there cause she didn't want him pissing on the floor. Then she noticed me and of course was intrigued. She immediately noticed my nappy rash and black winkle and put two and two together, asking if I was a friend of Runt. I explained I knew Daniel from school, and he thought it would be good for me to spend some time on the farm. I was very shy being naked in front of this strange woman but she gave us both a biscuit. She said it would be good for runt to have a friend and called me runt-two. She asked how long I had been in nappies, and if I had problems not pissing my pants like runt, and if I was also teased a lot. And when I admitted it she said Id be happier on the farm and hoped Id be able to visit regularly.

A boy answered the other door – he was probably a little younger than Daniel. He was also cheerful and kind with runt, and runt called him 'Master Philip' – he didnt notice my nappy rash, but saw my black winkle and assumed that I too was having a hard time at school like runt. He asked me straight out if I was a piss pants and I nodded ashamed. He threw a ball, and runt ran after it enthusiastically. he came back with it in his mouth and dropped to his knees in front of the boy to present it. Philip was all 'there's a good boy' and ruffled his hair. Runt got a stiffy. He then chucked the ball for me and said go fetch boy. I returned as quick as I could and presented the same way as runt even though it had just been in Runt's mouth. Philip made a fuss of me too. I'm ashamed that I got a stiffy too. It is hard to understand why; its definitely nothing pervey, but its been ages since anyone had treated me with affection. We also got a biscuit each, but Philip had runt balance it before clicking his fingers. It was a bit like Dean had done with Benson I suppose, and then he made me do the same.

We then went to tend to the pigs, and up close they were pretty smelly and aggressive. I didn't like being around them naked and I suppose I must have been whining too much because Daniel, who I hadn't noticed had been watching, immediately told me off, reminding me of my place as a runt, and that I was no different to a juvenile piggy. He bent me over his knee and gave me some really hard swats, and told Runt to get the punishment gear. Runt looked at me apologetically, but returned with the gear I saw him in the other week.
When I realised what was about to happen I pleaded and begged, after all I am not used to farm animals. Runt was just doing as he was told and putting my hands into the mitts and then the tight ring on my balls where the chains were ready to fasten to cuffs on my ankles and wrists and collar. I was then put on all-4s and I could immediately see Daniel was right when the chains were all clipped in place – any time I tried to stand up or move my hands too far my balls were pulled very painfully. Nor could I raise my head much further than straight ahead. Daniel then showed me the piggy tail and said the pigs are quite clever and that it might not work so well now for me. Anyway he plugged me, which in itself was quite painful, and then I was pushed into the sty.

Obviously it was a different matter being with the pigs like this as I had none of the advantages of height. I was at eye level, and any time I looked ahead I was either face to face or face to bum with a pig. There was a thick coating of slime on the floor which was soon coating me just like the pigs. There was a lot of investigation of me, with sniffing and grunting and a bit of nipping which had me trying to rush away as best I could. I remembered how Runt had behaved when I observed, and tried to copy how they grunted and squeeled. I was very sorry for myself and upset at what I had been reduced to. The piggies seemed to enjoy nipping me and I realised I was the same as another piggy who was being bullied. Both of us got nipped and we squeeled and ran away. If I wasn't getting nipped I was getting closely examined, especially between my legs.

Finally I realised what Daniel must have meant, I could feel my tail being tugged every so often. It was impossible to see which pig was responsible, as by the time I spun around it could have been any number. But after a while they must have got wise to my action. Two larger pigs ended up each side of me, and when I felt the tug on my tail again, I was unable to turn or move as they stood firm beside me. I couldn't stop it. after a few attempts the plug was removed. I was quite scared then, as I had seen them mount each other when I was watching on my last visit. Surely Daniel wouldn't let anything like that happen.

It certainly seemed to make them more excitable, and there was a lot more investigation of my bottom without the tail. And sure enough it wasn't long before I felt the weight of a pig on my back. I could feel its stiff dick too, but not close to my hole however much that was its intention. It got off frustrated, but its place was soon taken by another. Or perhaps the same one having another go, I don't know. This happened a few times, and it seemed any sort of bumming was going to be beyond them, which was such a relief. So the rest of the time was basically me trying to keep moving and occasionally tolerate randy pigs trying to mate with me.

But then one pig seemed to get on top of me a little further than they had managed before, and with a shock I felt its dick probe my hole, not just nudge my thighs or arse cheek. he was in perfect position. I panicked and tried to move but he grabbed my neck in his mouth and continued to probe – he must have sensed he was finally on target and as he pushed more I could feel my hole open. I squealed trying to stop it, but nothing would stop him. Trying to move my hands nearly pulled my balls off. He slowly pushed further in.

Suddenly there was a jet of cold water on us, and the shocked pig pulled out and ran off. Runt and Daniel were there, and pulled me out of the sty and started taking off the punishment kit. I'd been there an hour, and Daniel told me that was enough this time, but if I forgot I was a runty piggy boy again, I'd do longer. I just wanted to clean up and wee, but of course that wasn't an option, and Daniel insisted I pee on runt, reminding runt that he should always pee on me. He seemed quite stoical about it.

We finished the work with the pigs and Daniel allowed us to 'run free' for the rest of the afternoon. We met a few other kids – they were quite normal. Most of them greeted Runt with affection as if he were some strange human pet, and runt called them Master XX or Miss XX. Sometimes he'd drop to all 4s. They were interested in me of course as they had not known runt to have a brother.

One of the older girls we had met, later passed us by just as Runt was pissing on me. She said to her friend 'Aren't the runts disgusting sometimes?' and the other said, 'I'm sure they will grow out of it one day'. And then it dawned on me, how I'd become used to being this naked, filthy, animal like boy. It was far different to life at home where I was constantly being humiliated, spanked and punished for my behaviour, where here, the only crime was trying to distance yourself from your piggy brothers too much. I don't know whats worse, but I never felt so ashamed when those girls just wrote me off as a disgusting runt.

After seeing the rest of the farm, Daniel found us and we had to do a bit of wrestling for Daniel as he wanted to see who was the strongest and cleverest. It was pretty muddy, and the winner was the one who got his winkle into the others bottom. As the bout continued a couple of other boys watched too, and started cheering us on. It was pretty good natured, but I tired first and it wasnt long before I felt Runt probing my bottom. I got him off me that time, but couldn't the second. So he won. He got a biscuit and I got to clean his winkle.

Daniel bedded us down for the night in the barn where the pigs sleep. We were only separated from them by railings. We each had a chain fastened to a cuff on our ankle. The straw was warm and we had a bowl of food each. We were filthy, stinky and exhausted, and were soon cuddling each other for extra warmth as it got dark. We were the runts. I think he was glad to have a brother, if only for one night. I wonder if Fatty has been made to be a runt?

The next morning was pretty much a re-run of the afternoon, without any punishment. Daniel came to clean me up at around noon, he hosed me down with a powerful jet of cold water and just laughed as I squealed. He called me a proper little runt now and kept training it on my bum hole and winkle. It was really cold and painful. Finally I was allowed to get dressed. It was odd seeing runt look up at me, I don't know if he was jealous of me being allowed to leave, when he has to stay or whether he just wanted me to stay for company. I was glad to get away from that place. Farm people are definitely weird.

So I better sign off and go and serve Jeffrey.

I'm sure you will have lots of questions, and Dean might let me log in later.

pp

pp,

How good to hear from you, please thank Dean for me for making you email me. I am most grateful to him and ask him to get you to do something for him he would like so you can show him how grateful I am. While I know he can order you to do anything anyway I just think you should do something particularly slave-like for him or his dad to show my appreciation for his consideration for me. I loved the pictures of you in your chains and hope you will be able to spend a lot more time in them to remind you you are a slave-boy for us both. The ring sets off your black little winkle and black scrotum. You're right Smithy did a really good job I reckon it will still be as shiny black when you get back to school. I bet the juniors will like it when you are standing in that changing room, nakkie, hands on your head with your shiny little black winkle and scrotum on display and with that colouring they will be able to see it so much more easily.

I am so proud of Dean and the way he is developing as a master. How right he is that a slave-boy in chains can never forget he is a slave-boy and should wear them lots to remind him of his position. So still talking too much, glad to see that Dean doesn't stand for it, just like Jimmy doesn't. That's a good gag and you look funny with that dribble running down your front. It makes your little winkle even shinier where it dropped on it. It's great that he is also arranging for other people to bum you as well as doing it plenty himself. So is Jeremy paying to be able to bum you today or is Dean giving him a free one?

Did you tell Dean you were bummed by a runt and almost by a pig yesterday, if not you better do it as a slave must always tell his master of any sexual experiences because his bum like his winkle and all other parts of his body belong to his master. His master will always have to decide whether to punish his slave if he gets involved in sexual things that aren't ordered by his master. I wonder what you are going to have to do for Dean's dad and whether he will also get to bum you as well. That will be more the sort of life a slave-boy should have blow-job first thing in the morning, sexual play with a pig, bummed by Dean and Jeremy and sex with Dean's dad and I expect Dean will probably want something more before he goes to sleep tonight. As I say that is a much better routine for a slave-boy rather than an occasional blow-job. Perhaps he will give Smithy a reward for doing such a good job blacking your winkle to go along with your thank you note.

I am glad you now think it is fine being naked and in chains as I am sure it is going to be happening a lot more to you and you are obviously enjoying it, getting a little stiffy. Of course it is of no concern to a slave-boy who else is present when he is in his chains and I am sure Dean one day will be happy to show you off to his mother and Auntie Maggie will be as happy to see her son's little slave-boy naked in chains as his dad. While there is nothing better than a good beating or spanking I always thinks lots of individual sharp smacks to encourage a slave-boy to work hard and fast is a very good second option and it seems Dean's dad agrees with me.

I surely don't have to say again that I don't care what you want, you are my slave-boy so you will do what I want. So you will refuse to do what Adam wants until he calls you chicken then you will do the deed as well as the chicken dance. I'm glad to hear that tradition is still going strong. As I said if you get caught you will blame Adam for calling you a chicken. I wonder what he will think when he gets to see your miniscule winkle, do you think it will cheer him up that you are so much smaller than you should be or will it worry him that he could end up not growing either and still be that small when he becomes a teenager.

It does sound as if the farm people are kind and understand runts you were really spoiled with your biscuits and people being kind to you and letting you play ball. It's been a long time since you have had a whole afternoon to just play with a friend. I've heard pigs (not runts) are clever and they can work things out and work together, that's why you have to be careful about locks on their sties as if they can get at them they can escape. So sounds as if runt one will soon be being buggered by a pig if he hasn't been already now they know how to get the tail plug out. I suppose Daniel wasn't sure if it was okay to allow the pigs to bugger you so stopped them once they managed to get it in. Did you get a stiffy when the pig got its penis in you? Did it feel different with its corkscrew penis? Were you disappointed when Daniel stopped it? Perhaps Dean will let Benson make it up to you. I think it would be good if Dean got the same chain set up for you as Daniel has. It sounds a good position to keep you in when you're not working.

Yes I do have a few questions about your stay on the farm. What did Daniel give you to eat in your bowls yesterday evening. I know you had a biscuit from Master Philip. I hope Daniel didn't spoil your slave diet and did you and runt one eat out of a pig trough the next day. Did you tell runt one the truth about your black winkle or the story you told Jeffrey and Dean's dad. Tell me more about your night together when you were cuddling up together on the straw. As runt one had beaten you in the wrestling did he take charge of your night time activities? Did you both wet each other and the straw in the night? Yes I also wonder whether Fatty has been a runt yet, you will have to ask Daniel. If you are lucky perhaps he will get all three runts together. Did Daniel make you give him a blow-job while you there? Did he bum you? Does runt one blow Daniel or other boys on the farm or does he get bummed?

So if you could only be one thing would you prefer to be a slave-boy, a runt or a little boy, i.e. would you rather be full-time with Dean, Daniel or your daddy, Mr Burns, Barry and Jimmy? Don't worry it is not going to happen you will be able to spend time with them all I just wondered which you would prefer full-time. Which would your little winkle prefer?

Well I look forward to hearing more about your time with Dean, Jeffrey and Dean's dad and obviously the answer to my questions. Hopefully Dean will give you time to write some more tonight but I will understand if you are kept too busy and will wait for the full account of your stay at Dean's when you get home. I bet Jimmy is missing you and Adam, remember little chicken what you have to do.

So what have you got to look forward for the rest of the time before you go away in just over a fortnight. Your trip to Uncle Darren to make some more blogs while your mummy and daddy are away enjoying themselves and I expect you will have a trip to the park. I think Adam's mummy is going to take you and Jimmy with Adam and Jenny to the beach soon and of course you have your visit to Mr Burns to arrange before Sunday. Also when is Barry going to get back we need to get him back involved don't we? I know Dean and his dad will want to see you and I wouldn't be surprised if Dean sent you over to Smithy to thank him in person for doing such a good job on your winkle and scrotum. I also expect your daddy will be arranging an adoption and welcome to his family ceremony for you but perhaps that will be left until you return from Morocco but I am sure he will have something in mind for you before you go. So you will have lots to occupy you until you go away, I wonder if there will be time for another visit to the farm and of course there is your gang meeting and you really should go and spend more time with Craig now you have made friends with his neighbour, perhaps Uncle Darren will be told to bring you round when you are staying with him.

So you are going to have to be busy keeping people happy like a good slave-boy.

Your Master

Chapter 48
8^th Thursday (3^rd Week)

This is your slaveboy. I hope you had a good day. Things for me are going better than I deserve thanks to you not showing others the film of me doing nasty perverted things with little boys. I am eternally grateful and will strive to be a worthy slaveboy.

First: I am a smelly dirty piss-pants whose silly little winkle can't stop his wee-wee coming out in his pants. I am lucky Jimmy and Dean are training me to get some control and I know they need to be very strict or I will never learn so I want to thank them for their help.

I certainly did thank Master Dean for suggesting I write to you – I offered myself as his footstool while he and Jeffrey played on the playstation. I was a bit sad as it was a game I am very good at, and would usually beat Dean. In the old days of course. It made me think of what I have become.

It seems Dean and you have similar minds, as I was kept in the chains for the duration of my visit. As you say, it was a very vivid reminder of what has happened to me, especially as at one stage, Dean put me in front of the computer and made me look at a load of images he has selected of equally wretched looking naked men and boys all naked and in chains. Him and Jeffrey laughed as my winkle was hard throughout, both occasionally rubbing it till I felt funny then stopping. A couple of times I wanted to pull on my winkle myself, but master Dean had thought of that, and put a little lock on the links of shackles to my wrists ensuring I could only just reach the keyboard of the computer and no further.

He then made me write a little essay "I am a slaveboy" to describe how I felt.

None of the other pictures showed a boy with a black winkle and balls, except the black slaves of course. I look down and see virtually no change since Smithy did it, so you might be right that it will still be like this when I go back to school. But perhaps then you will have decided I have learned my lesson?

Talking of lessons; things didn't go quite as planned for Jeffrey. Dean noticed that Jeffrey was a bit too interested in the slave pictures he had put together, and when Jeffrey was particularly distracted, Dean crept behind him and yanked down his shorts and pants in one go – revealing his stiffy. Jeffrey was very embarrassed and tried to cover up, but Dean was having none of it, saying he had lied. Evidently while I was doing chores they had discussed again if Jeffrey was secretly a slave, and apparently he persuaded Dean that wasn't the case. So Dean really was quite aggressive in tone, demanding Jeffrey owned up because it was obvious. Jeffrey started crying and admitted it. I think seeing me in shackles must have put him off or something, but it certainly made sense given how much he seemed to enjoy the images.

So Daniel stripped him and made him write an essay too 'I want to be a slaveboy' with the threat, "it better be good, otherwise I'll beat you even more for being such a rubbish liar." To do this he sat on my lap, so he could feel my stiffy against his bottom, while I was told to play with his dick while he wrote. I quite liked doing that, because Jeffrey has grown more since I last saw him, and I imagined what it would be like if I was more hung with pubes like him. I watched him write, and he obviously has given it a lot of thought because he soon did his 1000 words, and described how he was 'born to serve'.

Dean took a picture of him holding up the printout, which Jeffrey has signed. From now on he will be known as Bender the slave, as to-date, that's been Jeffreys favourite insult. I thought it was quite funny. I took him to the bathroom with the instruction to shave him thoroughly. He must have known he was going to lose his pubes – not one of the slaves in the pictures had body hair. But he begged to be able to keep them, until he was reminded he was due a beating and wouldn't want to make things worse. Bender cried a bit as I shaved him, asking himself more than me 'what have I done?'. I had to do a good job as I was threatened with a beating if I left any hair. It was quite fun shaving him, especially as I gave him a few slaps when he wasnt listening.

When I returned Bender, Dean inspected him for hair and luckily he passed. He was then fitted with a winkle ring and a collar like mine. Dean then gave him a solid beating until Bender was begging for mercy and promising he wouldn't lie again, promising to be a good slaveboy. He was then dispatched to Dean's dad with the instruction to explain what he was and to ask how he could be of service.

This seemed to get me off the hook of serving Dean's dad, and it was quite nice for Dean to say he'd rather keep me for himself. He then qualified it by saying the reason was – "every time I bum you I am reminded how you used to be my best friend and you now serve me as my slave" which made me feel ashamed. He gave me a good bumming and afterwards I sat under his desk with his dick in my mouth.

Dean was quite intrigued by my time on the Farm too. When he learned of the pigs, he had an idea that perhaps Benson and I should be closer. He is encouraging Benson to lick my bottom and balls. Benson is quite a randy dog and likes rubbing up against legs and stuff, and so now when Benson does that sort of thing, Dean moves Benson to me. He hasn't quite got the idea yet, but I have had some Benson jizz on my thigh already. It is very humiliating that Dean treats me the same as Benson. I dont like being on all 4s around animals, and am getting bad dreams about piggys bumming me. It is horrible. I certainly was not disappointed that Daniel put a stop to the pig doing that to me.

Incidentally, Daniel sent some pics to Dean of me at the farm so I assume you have those too now.

Daniel feeds runt – and me of course – mashed up weetabix out of a bowl on the floor. We shared the same bowl. He is also allowed fruit and veg, but that is also mashed up to a similar consistency. Runt says he sometimes has to push his head in the trough when he is being punished, because he has to show he is an eager piggy to win freedom. I was glad I wasn't being punished long enough to do that.

I told Runt the truth about why my winkle was black. He said he was bullied lots too for being a pisspants and wished he could stop. He said he'd rather sleep in the barn than wear nappies like a baby though. He was intrigued by my nappy rash of course. He said he didn't mind being a runt as he hated school and was rubbish at lessons, and would rather work with the pigs all day long. He did seem a bit stupid to me, and I couldn't understand how anyone would like to be a runt. I found it hard to just piss wherever, and would be scared that, if I stopped thinking about it, I might become a real pisspants like him. Its already bad enough that I cant stop wettting my nappy at night. That said, I preferred sleeping in the straw too. We did have to cuddle as it was quite cold, and we did end up pissing on each other. He didn't try to bum me, and said the pigs have only just worked out how to remove the tail, but haven't bummed him yet, though he was concerned how close they got with me.

Daniel doesn't seem to be interested in sexual use. I guess he is only 11. He's more about putting us in our place as pisspant runts who are too immature to be normal. I have no doubt that if I was there long term I would soon be no different to Runt 1, even though I am much cleverer.

So on that basis, the preference is easy for me: I'd be Dean's slaveboy as at least I'm treated fairly. Runt doesn't deserve to be treated like an animal just because he wets the bed, and its not fair to be treated like a little boy all the time just because of my winkle.

The rest of my time at Dean's was different because of course I now have a slave brother. I could tell Bender was a bit upset at what happened and gave him a hug in our cage at night. He was upset that he had to serve Dean's dad which I suppose was understandable. I think he's got a crush on Dean and thought it would be a way to get to Dean's dick. He was furious when I pissed on him in my sleep though. He smacked my bottom best he could in the cage and made me lick it all up and off him. I was not happy about that, reminding him he was a slave too now and couldn't boss me about. But given I was shackled (My wrist chain stops me moving my hands too much), he had more flexibility and soon was crushing my balls till I agreed to do as I was told. I even had to take his dick in my mouth and swallow his piss.

I only got home in time for bath and supper – even mummy seems to accept my winkle is black and doesn't even try to wash it off. She said "the little boy from behind keeps coming over asking if you want to play." She was clearly confused and I didn't say anything.

I better go to sleep; its been a long couple of days.

pp

pp,

How good to hear from you and hear about your news. Yes I think Dean and I share a lot of ideas and views on slaves and not because I have taught him things but they are his ideas, I have just helped him think them through. I am so pleased I was patient with him and didn't give up on him and hand you over to Smithy or Barry, while they would have been physically tougher and more unpleasant to you they would not have been so good at getting inside your head and making you realise that you are a slave-boy and making you worship your master.

Yes you are getting the idea, while Dean could have used a footstool to rest his feet on it is so much nicer to have a slave-boy acting like one, while he may not be as good at it, it feels so much better having him acting as an inanimate object. It emphasises his sub-human role. I wonder if you would be still any good at the game, it's amazing how quickly slave-boys lose their old skills which is good as they don't need free-boy skills and need to concentrate on building their slave-boy skills. Computer games are for having fun and being competitive, neither of which a slave-boy does. The only competition a slave boy has is to be always striving to be a better slave particularly in relation to any other slave he might come into contact especially if they belong to another master. He needs to always show how good a master he has and how well trained he is.

I bet your little winkle is hard most of the time nowadays. It enjoys being the winkle of a slave-boy. Yes I think lots of people will be giving it lots of strokes and touches, it's fun to keep a slave-boy on edge making him aware of how close he is to getting that wonderful orgasm feeling but never quite reaching it. While I understand why you wanted to get that feeling again I do hope you would not have tugged on your winkle if you were not chained up. While it is fine for a free-boy to play with himself as many times a day as he likes and having as many orgasms as he wants. but it is a total no no for a slave-boy to even touch his winkle unless ordered to do so. You should know by now that slave-boys are not allowed to give themselves such a pleasure. Only their masters can decide to allow them such an honour of having such a great reward and it will only be rarely granted.

I do hope you realise you would really suffer if I ever suspect you of playing with your winkle. When you are in your room you better make sure I never see your hands near your winkle. If you ever get out of nappies I don't think I will let you hold your winkle when you are in bed. I have told Dean to talk to Jimmy and they must both keep a close eye on you to make sure you aren't secretly giving yourself pleasure by playing with your winkle on your own. If either of them even suspect you of being bad we will take painful steps to make sure you don't do it again. The sooner we can get that little winkle locked up the better but I don't suppose your mummy is ready for that yet but perhaps between Dean's dad and myself we can find something small enough to go on it which you can wear when you are away from home. Maybe Daddy could be persuaded to suggest it to your mummy as a solution to your winkle holding problem.

I have a wonderful article about how little boys when they become teenagers are inclined to hold on to their winkles more and more and this can lead to chronic masturbation problems and while smacking the winkle and the hands is the right approach when the boy can be kept an eye on they are very devious and so need to be locked up when there is no one to keep a close eye on them. The article says the joint approach is best as just locking the winkle up doesn't teach self-control but doing both allows the boy to learn self-control but not allow him to cheat. That would be ideal wouldn't it? I think your mummy is ready to accept it now if your daddy suggests it and has the article to show her, she was so desperate to help you get better but now seems to have given up. I think Dean's dad could have a good chat with your daddy when he comes to collect Dean one day when your mummy is out. He could promise to send the article and I am sure he could give your daddy some other ideas that your daddy will like. I expect I could also get it published on the Smallbone website, perhaps Uncle Darren could do a blog on it.

I can't imagine why you think there is any chance that things will have changed before you get back to school, like your little black winkle things will be just the same for you although I am sure you will have had a lot of new experiences by then. While I will decide when you have been punished enough for your previous crimes and when you have served your purpose in helping Jimmy to develop into a happier more confident young man with a better life than he had. However remember you are a slave-boy to two masters so it is not just up to me to decide if you are ever released, Dean has an equal say and I can't see him wanting to give up having you as a slave-boy even if he gains more over time, as he proved he wanted to keep you even though he now had Jeffrey. A master's first slave-boy is always special and as Dean says changing a friend into a slave-boy is always going to make him feel something extra. He will always have that comparison and every time he sees you as a slave-boy he will know he was the one who changed you, it's sure to give his dick that extra tingle.

Finally Dean has got Jeffrey to admit what he is. I bet he was sorry to lose his pubes so soon after getting them and I bet you liked touching his dick and balls while you were shaving him. Almost as much fun as having him sit on your lap with your winkle near his bumhole and being able to play with his dick and pubes. Did he tell you what he had to do to serve Dean's dad? I doubt though whether it will be long before you are serving him. So Bender and pp spent the night together and once again pp was put in his place as the real bottom slave when he wet himself. So Bender smacked your bottom and made you drink his piss as well as lick your piss up. So he is establishing he is the alpha slave already.

Yes I really liked the pictures of you at the farm and so did Dean. We both agreed that you should have a set of chains just like you wore for the pigs and he is going to show the pictures and talk to his dad as he is sure he will help him make them out of big heavy chains, they'll really give your little balls a real pull if you don't keep in the correct position. We agreed that there should be a chain from your balls to your collar which will keep your head down and can be shortened to keep it on the ground when appropriate. We thought Benson would like you in them when you are not in other chains. I am going to get a spray can that is filled with female dogs on heat scent they use it for training dogs to track so I have told Dean if he sprays your bumhole and balls with it that should help Benson get the idea.

So I bet your daddy won't stop trying to wash your winkle but I suppose your mummy is so fed up with you she can't be bothered. I think you better get round to Mr Burns first thing in the morning because if you are going to Uncle Darren's you might not get another chance. Also you better find time to get together with Adam as he is obviously keen to play with his new playmate and you mustn't let him down. I wonder how Jimmy is getting on with Jenny, he won't be pleased if you don't keep her little brother happy and occupied so they can spend time together.

Well sleep well little slave-boy hope you have lots of dreams about being a slave, serving your masters and others and lots of fun with Benson and the pigs. Are you getting excited about the thoughts of your slave-holiday in Morocco?

Your Master

Chapter 49
8^th Friday (3^rd Week)

This is your slaveboy. I hope you had a good day. Things for me are going better than I deserve thanks to you not showing others the film of me doing nasty perverted things with little boys. I am eternally grateful and will strive to be a worthy slaveboy.

First: I am a smelly dirty piss-pants whose silly little winkle can't stop his wee-wee coming out in his pants. I am lucky Jimmy and Dean are training me to get some control and I know they need to be very strict or I will never learn so I want to thank them for their help.

While it was nice to be back home in my own bed – not sleeping in a barn or in a cage, I did of course have to wear a nappy again. Jimmy made sure Adam could see me wearing the nappy too next morning. While I was away, Jimmy confirmed what mummy said, that Adam had come over a few times, looking for me. Jenny had apparently said Adam really liked me, and talks about me a lot. She and her mum are very pleased as he hasn't got many friends cause of his problem and is usually nervous around other boys. He can sometimes be quite naughty as he plays up. So Jimmy insisted I stood in the window in my nappy again reading the stupid book. Adam waved and I waved back. Jimmy says it's important for Jenny that Adam feels more confident, so wants to make sure he feels better about himself, and seeing me in nappies all the time will help with that.

Unfortunately he came straight over when he saw I was back home, and Jimmy let us play with some of his old toys in his room. Of course I had to explain why I was in my nappy still and not allowed to change. He also saw my spartan room that smelt like a baby's room. As mummy had gone out, Jimmy was keen to supervise removal of my wet nappy, and gave me my smacked bottom in front of Adam. Of course Jimmy was keen for Adam to see and hear the whole thing, so I had to say "I need a smacked bot-bot for making wee-wee in my nappy." which is how Adam refers to it, and kind of in the book too. I had to do corner time while Adam played and I stayed nakkie for a bit after. Of course Adam teased me a bit for the way I took my smacked bottom. He was also curious about my black winkle, and a bit sorry for me when I told him about the bullies.

Adam was keen to go outside to play, so Jimmy dressed me as close as he could to Adam with similar shorts and a T shirt with a Dinosaur. I needed a wee wee, but Jimmy said it wasn't fair to keep Adam waiting. As soon as we were out of earshot of Jimmy, Adam changed a bit, and teased me a bit more saying I was a cry baby and had the tiniest winkle he'd ever seen. He asked why Jimmy called me PP so I explained and Adam calls me that now too.

I followed him to an old house that looked a bit abandoned – it had a greenhouse with a few smashed panes of glass, and it was all overgrown. He jumped down by a small mound, protected by trees. He picked up a small stone. 'You have to chuck it at the greenhouse to see if you can break a window!" I said I'm not doing that of course. It is wrong. Adam was positive no one lived there and besides he never manages to break a widow – it just bounces off.

Predictably Adam called me chicken, and told me to go home. I knew what would happen if Jimmy found out that I wasn't friends with Adam any more, so I said sorry and agreed I was a chicken. It didn't take us long to find a big feather, so I took my pants and shorts down, put the feather in my bottom and did the chicken dance until Adam nearly wet himself laughing.

He then gave me the stone and said I had to go first. I haven't got the strongest throw, but as soon as it hit its target we heard a smash. Adam thought it was hilarious, and I had clearly been tricked. But then we saw the door of the house open. It wasn't empty at all. The man was furious shouting for us to come down, but we were sure he couldn't hear us or see us. We stayed there for ages, still as mice while this angry man hunted for us and as I was desperate to wee too, I wet my pants.

The Man was coming closer and closer and suddenly Adam ran for it and I followed. Adam was laughing, But I didn't want to be caught. But the man evidently knew Adam and called after him saying he'd call his mother. That stopped him laughing. We slowed up out of breath and I was furious with him. And he was scared that he'd get a spanking. Then he noticed I'd wet my pants and laughed because it must have been cause I was so scared. I tried to explain, but he just made up a little song how I was a pisspants cause I was so scared.

He got more subdued as we got closer to home though and even started holding his winkle.

Sure enough as soon as we walked up the path his mummy was waiting for us and opened the door furious. She'd had the call, but Adam was quick to explain how it was me not him, and how I'd wet my pants too. Of course I went red so she knew it was true, and I said it was because Adam called me a chicken as you had ordered me to do. Of course she was furious with us both; she made me take off my wet shorts and pants and put them in a bucket before letting us come inside, and she told Adam to take off his shorts and pants too and made us both stand in the corner. Adam held his winkle and whispered we'd be getting our bottoms smacked.

I heard his mum phone mine and explain what had happened, but I didn't know what mine said. Then she phoned the man from the house and told him we'd arrived and that she'd be dealing with us. There was some conversation which seemed to be one sided.

Eventually she came through to check on us and explained that we'd both be getting very well smacked bot-bots; that my mummy had agreed, and that the man was coming over to see us punished, and we could jolly well stay where we were till he arrived.

After another 15 minutes he arrived and we had to stand in front of him while Adam's mummy told us to apologise and explain what we needed. It was really humiliating having to explain I was naughty and sorry, and needed a well smacked bot bot, all the time with my black winkle on show. Adam was already crying.

His mummy smacked us hard, and also used the wooden spoon which really hurt and made us both cry very hard. She noticed my red bottom and guessed I had already been smacked that day, and was especially cross with me as I needed two in one day, and that I was 'worse than Adam'. Worse was Jenny came home at that point, so she got to see me get smacked too.

We were put back in the corner again, and we both cried for some time. It seemed to satisfy the man, who stayed for tea, while talking about 'kids today' and commenting on our behaviour and immaturity. He then left.

When we were told to leave the corner, Adam was told to put on his naughty boy top – which turned out to be a rather old PJ top. So he stayed nakkie really for the rest of the day. I was given a pair of Adam's pullups to go home in.

So I'm home now, and writing this before I go over to Uncle Darren's, as it's babysitting night. Mum was cross and told me off for what I had done and for blaming a little boy, she said how disappointed in me she was.

I hope you have a good evening

PP

pp,

How good it is you have managed to find a real friend at last, it must be great to have someone you can play with as an equal so close to hand. He may be a bit bossy and get you into trouble but at least he's not in charge of you like all the other boys. Just make sure you don't do anything that might be considered bullying or bossy or try and force your perverted ways on Adam, however feel free to play any games he wants. You know Jimmy and I would take a dim view of you reverting to your old ways with little boys and you would suffer greatly. You must be pleased that there is another boy you can help feel better about themselves. What a good idea of Jimmy to dress you the same, people will start to think of you as the terrible twins.

I'm sorry I didn't see you doing the chicken dance so I want you to find a nice big feather, peacock, pheasant or something similarly sized and give me a nice demonstration in front of the computer. I can see you having to do it often for Adam in the future as you must always refuse his dares at first so make sure you do a good one. I want you to be the best chicken dancer in the village.

It's interesting that you have reached the stage where you no longer make any point of wetting your nappy. You talk about wearing your nappy in bed and having to stand in the window in it on show to Adam but it is only when you talk about Jimmy punishing you that you mention that you had wet your nappy. So you now expect to wet at night. How pathetic for a nearly fourteen year old boy to accept that he can't help pissing himself at night and don't try and blame Jimmy he wasn't there the previous night when you were pissing on Jeremy or the night before when you were pissing on runt.

So your mummy doesn't mind other people smacking your bot bot now. She's probably pleased to have someone else she can pass her bedwetting naughty little boy to deal with. I've lost count of the number of people she has agreed can smack you in the last few weeks and just think a few weeks ago you had never been smacked at all. Now another man has seen you getting your bot bot smacked, he seemed to be keen too. He was round pretty quickly, perhaps next time if you are caught he might smack you himself, I am sure Adam would rather you got smacked by the man than you both got smacked by his mummy and I am sure he could convince him you should get it for leading him astray.
Perhaps this will be another man who likes to have naughty boys around which reminds me you still haven't been back to Mr Burns do I need to think of a punishment for you. I think if you don't manage to go and do some work for Mr Burns in just your dungarees by the end of tomorrow I will get Dean to hand you over to his dad for a day I am sure he would know what to do with a naughty little slave-boy who disobeys one of his masters when he is told to go and help a dirty old man. I am sure he could think of some very appropriate punishments that would teach you a good lesson and I expect he would enjoy it as well.

So do you think Jenny enjoyed seeing you get smacked? Was she on her own or was Jimmy with her? If he wasn't I'm sure they'll talk about it later. I'll bet she will want to see him smacking you as well when she hears about it from Jimmy or Adam and probably will be happy to give him a hand. Boyfriends and girlfriends like to share activities.

Well I hope you have a good time with Uncle Darren, I am sure he plans to earn more money by making some more blogs. I bet nappy rash is going to be one of them as I can see from the pictures that yours has come on nicely, I bet it is really sore and irritating by now, it certainly shows up well in the pictures. I wonder what Uncle Darren and his mum as well as your fans on the website will make of your shiny black winkle.

Well I look forward to hearing all about it.

Your master

Chapter 50
9^th Sunday (4^th Week)

This is your slaveboy. I hope you had a good weekend. Things for me are going better than I deserve thanks to you not showing others the film of me doing nasty perverted things with little boys. I am eternally grateful and will strive to be a worthy slaveboy.

First: I am a smelly dirty piss-pants whose silly little winkle can't stop his wee-wee coming out in his pants. I am lucky Jimmy and Dean are training me to get some control and I know they need to be very strict or I will never learn so I want to thank them for their help.

Adam is exactly the sort of boy I always avoided, being far too naughty and irritating to be bothered with. You are right, I used to think 'that boy needs his bottom smacked', so it's a bit upsetting that I might be seen to be the same – a naughty irritating little boy who needs his bottom smacked. I don't want to be that – I want to be the mature boy my mum used to know me as. But Adam is already teasing me that I don't take my smacked bottom as well as him, which isn't true. He was crying his eyes out on Friday.

I have just done the Chicken Dance for you – so hope you thought it was as funny as Adam did. Its not just the number of people who have smacked my bottom these last weeks – its also the number of people who have seen my winkle and bare bottom. Its very shaming, and I hate the fact I must be the only 13 yo who's regularly nakkie like a boy 1/2 my age.

I suppose you think its entirely just given I need nappies now. Yes, you read right, I accept it now. I know full well if I wasn't nappied Id wet the bed. And I have the nappy rash now to remind me all day long that I am a nappy boy. Even Adam only wears pull-ups just in case.

I promise I will go to see Mr Burns tomorrow, I just haven't had a chance as I was sent to Uncle Darren for the weekend.

Its been several days since I have seen him so he was keen to understand what progress I have made in getting out of nappies. I could tell he was pleased about my lack of progress, even though he pretended to be disappointed. I know Craig and the boys around his place still think of him as a nappyboy, and the more he can show I'm the 'real-deal' the more he thinks people will forget about his past. He asked me if Id ever pissed my pants during the day and I knew better than to lie, as I was sure he must have known anyway, so when I told him, and about the incident on Friday he said it was classic behaviour of some boys in the programme.

So he made me do a video called 'Sometimes it gets worse before it gets better'. Just like I wrote above, I explained how I need nappies now, and occasionally wet my pants too. Darren explained to camera that this can happen when a boy doesn't try very hard and thinks it's ok. he said that he had a surprise for me, because it was important I never forget how babyish my behaviour is. It turned out it was a harness that little boys wear sometimes to stop them running away. He put the harness on me and he demonstrated how it was impossible for me to get out of it. He then put me next to a bucket of lego, and put the long reins though a hook in the skirting board and locked it. It meant I was not able to leave the room. He zoomed the camera onto my face and teased me a lot as if goading me to cry. How I was a bedwetting nappy boy who needs a baby harness. When I thought the camera was off, I put my thumb in my mouth, but he was sneaky and caught that too, including making me have the dummy instead. The final edit makes it look like it all happened together.

There are quite a few posts and comments relating to that already. Perhaps you have seen?

That set the scene for the rest of the weekend. The harness was used to make sure I couldn't get out of the high chair, and of course outside too so I couldn't run off. He gave me a plastic plate, a sippy cup and a sort of plastic spoon and fork combo which is too blunt to actually spear food. I was given overcooked pasta in sloppy sauce impossible to eat with the thing without making a mess. Darren took a few pics of me at meal times just to show how I look like a little boy. The harness makes it worse, because I can't reach things that slide to the end of my table. It gives Darren another opportunity to tease me "Does Simon need his sippy cup?" etc, but if he thinks I'm going to cry he's got another think coming.

Thanks to the harness I was left to spend a lot of time on my own. Darren is actually quite lazy and just ignored me a lot. It became a problem when I wanted to wee. And of course I wet my pants at one stage as he didn't come. He made a blog about that, opening with me looking upset in a puddle of wee, then cleaning me up, smacking my bottom, and putting me in a nappy. I was upset about that, but he said it's my own fault. He then took me out on the estate where we met some boys I didn't recognise. My plastic pants were poking out of the shorts I was given – like PE shorts. So there was a lot of comments about how I was a nappy boy even during the day. It wasn't nice at all, and wasn't even fair given it was Darren who made it happen. Not even Darren was put in a nappy for day time. I expect this will get back to Craig.

I have done quite a few blogs answering many of the questions which have been posted.

"Why I am put in a high chair for food"- answer: Because I need a nappy why should I be any different to any other little boy in nappies? When I stop wetting myself I can eat my meals like a big boy, but not until'.

"Do I think I deserve to have my bottom smacked so much?": My Answer (Heavily coached by Darren): "Again, because I need a nappy why should I be any different to any other little boy in nappies? little boys have to follow rules for their own good, otherwise they have their bottom smacked. Since I started needing nappies, it's hard to adjust to the new rules, but it wouldn't be fair to other little boys if I kept getting let off. I don't like getting my bottom smacked, and Uncle Darren smacks my bottom very hard, but that's the point."

"What's it like having a younger boy as my uncle and babysitter?". Again Darren 'helpfully' provided the answer: "Uncle Darren is very experienced and has done much better than me. Its not about age but responsibility and Uncle Darren is a very grown up boy who as well as making me a good boy, also helps me come to terms with what's happening. I know I am a little boy with a big problem". For this one he had me nakkie in just the harness, and gradualy zoomed out using his remote control. He was sitting, and I was standing next to him, so of course for that last line, they can all see my winkle. He had me then climb on his lap and give him a big hug, burying my head into his shoulder, while he patted my bare bottom.

We did the last one earlier today as it was a warm day so he made me go nakkie in the garden. This one was about nappy rash. I didn't talk, but he just showed chronic nappy boys like me get nappy rash, so plenty of time should be spent nakkie to give the skin a chance to breathe. After spending most of yesterday nappied and all night I almost saw the point. He warned me on camera that if I widdled on the grass Id go straight back into nappies.

So the weekend was very unpleasant, and seemed to be designed to show I was still a little boy. I was told off a lot; threatened with a smacked bottom a lot; forced to be ultra polite to everyone, including other kids.I was dummied for lots of reasons, and made clear what would happen if I spat it out. There was no way out and if I resisted in any way or tried to behave normally my legs were slapped a lot, and my bottom too.

It was quite nice to come home!

pp

pp,

What a great addition this weekend has been to your collection of videos. I have really enjoyed watching them all and Uncle Darren is a good director and your acting is excellent anyone who sees them will really believe everything you say and think what a wimpy thirteen year old you are who thinks he deserves all that happens to him. No one would realise you are being forced to say those things, Darren cut them really well together. Perhaps you do secretly believe it but pretend not to as you don't want me to know. It's taken you a long time to admit to me that you are a proper wetter, that you would be wetting your bed if you didn't wear a nappy and need them during the day as well.
At last you have stopped trying to blame others and are taking the responsibility, as you should have done from the beginning. As they say facing up to your problems honestly is the first stage in tackling them. Although I notice you slip back into your old ways by trying to blame Darren for you wetting your shorts when you should be saying your winkle couldn't control your wee wee for long enough

Darren must have made quite a bit of money this weekend. I am thinking they really should be shared with a wider audience although I know your daddy is enjoying them, I bet he has shown Mr Burns as well. I am thinking the boys in the junior running club would like to see more of their wimpy older running mate. Perhaps I will get some of their email addresses from Daniel and send them the link when the new term starts. Has Jimmy watched them yet?

I really like you in the harness especially when you are nakkie, the way the strap pulls up between your legs and attaches to the waist band front and back although I think it should have been tighter. Its clever the way it locks at the back so no way could you take it off. Dean and I both thought it would make a good slave harness as they are hard to get in your size and the chain would fit on well instead of the reins and you could still wear your leg and arm chains as well when appropriate. We also thought we could attach Benson to your winkle ring so he can lead you around. So I'll be getting you one and sending it to Dean. I liked the way the chest strap ran across your nipples and I think we could get some rough pads to run the straps through that would irritate your nipples, winkle, balls and bum hole when you are wearing it especially where your nappy rash is.

I have sent some special cream to Dean to put on your nappy rash which he is going to give to your daddy and also discuss your need to spend more time in the fresh air nakkie to try and clear up your nappy rash before you go away to Morocco. Sorry to say the cream really stings when it is put on but no pain no gain. Dean will also speak to Jimmy about keeping you nakkie more so Adam and Jenny will get plenty of chances to see that black little winkle and your red bot bot. Hopefully their mummy will be taking you all to the seaside. Sea air and sea water will also be good for your nappy rash so make sure you get plenty of both when you are there.

I am sure Adam will enjoy having his naughty twin to play with. I wonder if he will take you back to the old house. Now the man knows what happens to naughty boys I am sure he will be more than willing to get more hands on. He might think it was appropriate to smack the older of the two boys for leading his younger friend astray. I am sure Adam would agree and you will obviously wish to save your friend if you can. I am not sure that taking your punishment the same as a six year old is really something to be proud of but if that is all you have left to you then I suppose that is okay. You certainly aren't going to be thought of as a "mature boy" by anyone who sees you get your bottom smacked, or wearing nappies or sees your little winkle while you are running around nakkie and certainly not when they see your video blogs. No I think they will definitely see an annoying, naughty, wetting little boy.

Yes I did enjoy your chicken dance, it's very funny and I am sure Adam will make sure you will be getting a lot more opportunities to do it. I will want to see more bum shaking to get that feather really shaking and you should get more up on your tiptoes when you are strutting around. Also bend over more like you are pecking grain off the floor. Do some clucking when you are flapping your wings. I expect another demonstration tomorrow. Ask Jimmy to come and watch you do it in front of the computer and see if he has any suggestions to make it better.

Yes the lego playing video has attracted a lot of attention hasn't it, you didn't mention the winkle holding when you were sucking your thumb but lots of the viewers noticed it. Some seem surprised you could find it through your shorts. You were lucky Uncle Darren didn't notice it. Yes you did make a mess eating your din dins didn't you and it was so sweet the way you said, "Uncle Darren sippy cup please". I also liked the way you opened your mouth really wide to let the choo choo train in although I think Darren made almost as much a mess of your face and down your front as you had done. You say he didn't make you cry but your eyes were very watery as a number of viewers noticed although some think they were tears of joy as you were enjoying playing choo choo trains.

Have you looked at the latest version of you wetting your shorts. It shows clearly Uncle Darren asking you if you want to go wee wee although we don't see you when he is asking then you saying "play lego". Then there is a picture of you sitting in your puddle of wee and cut to Uncle Darren saying "I only asked you twenty minutes ago if you needed a wee wee" then the video shows what you describe. Most people think Darren should have smacked you harder and longer as he had only just asked you whether you needed to wee. Yes I wonder what Craig will think about a gang member needing to be nappied during the day.

It's interesting how everyone realises that the best way to make you a better boy is to keep you quieter, stop you bragging and showing off. Little boys and slaves should be seen and not heard so I suggest you get used to not talking.

As far as Mr Burns is concerned I reminded you several times and you ignored me so you are due a punishment for that but I will leave it up to you, if you get sufficient abuse/punishment from Mr Burns tomorrow when you go to help him then I will accept that as your punishment but if you don't go or he doesn't do enough to make it a good punishment you will be spending a full day with Dean's dad learning how much a slave-boy can be punished and abused, the choice is yours.

Looking forward to hearing more.

Your Master

Chapter 51
9^th Monday (4^th Week)

This is your slaveboy. I hope you are having a good day. Things for me are going better than I deserve thanks to you not showing others the film of me doing nasty perverted things with little boys. I am eternally grateful and will strive to be a worthy slaveboy.

First: I am a smelly dirty piss-pants whose silly little winkle can't stop his wee-wee coming out in his pants. I am lucky Jimmy and Dean are training me to get some control and I know they need to be very strict or I will never learn so I want to thank them for their help.

Uncle Darren was in touch earlier. He is very pleased as the Smallbone people have given our blog a commendation, and Darren has been given a silver star award, given to top uncles and carers. Their post says he shows remarkable insight into the mind of naughty wetting little boys, and that his innovative ideas definitely show naughty boys that attention-seeking, lazy wetting will only lead to less freedom, great shame and sorer bottoms. They say they are sure his methods will get results, especially when I realise I'm wasting my summer with such immaturity. Naturally their post has created even more interest and there is a spike of visits and views.

It's so unfair. I watched the videos sitting on Jimmy's lap, who said I was getting worse not better and that I needed to try harder. I tried to explain Darren had cut the video where I wet my pants, but he asked me if I was trying to say Uncle Darren was lying, which I realised would probably land me in trouble. So I pulled back from that, but he smacked my bottom anyway saying I shouldn't make up stories about big boys. But it's true, I actually said, 'I don't want to play lego, I'm not a little kid', but he threatened to 'put me down for a long nap' which I hate even more. I can't believe he could cut it just so you hear 'play lego'. Ive already had a message from a 7 year old saying its important I don't let fun things distract me when uncle asks if I want a wee wee because they will still be there later.

It's so frustrating. Darren is not a big boy. He's a winkle boy too and only just out of nappies himself, yet he takes great pleasure that I now wear his old nappies and plastic pants. Other boys would be sympathetic, but not him. He's making it worse, and showing on film how I am. I wasn't crying in the high chair, honest, but by the time the plate of pasta is put in front of me it's cold and disgusting, but he won't let me down till it's all finished, and now I have to be put in a harness too, I couldn't get down even if I wanted to. It was frustrating that my water was out of reach each time, because it was the only thing that helped me eat it. I didn't realise he had taken film of him feeding me either playing trains: it's not how it looks. He said to me it was because I was too slow, but on the film it makes it look like I can't do it myself. And who'd believe that cause it's obvious I'm big enough.

I hate that harness. Its not comfortable and its really restricting. One of the 'uncles' has posted a picture of his little brother nakkie in a harness like mine side by side with a screen shot from the video. its had 100 likes. Darren wants to do a video about how useful the harness has been. There also seems to be a lot of comments about the winkle holding that you spotted, so he will probably want to do something about that too.

Anyway Darren is thrilled with the money he is making, and says he will babysit for free because he knows mummy will only pay for weekends when she wants a break. I'm scared of that though cause who knows what he will think of next to humiliate me? Day time nappies really was unfair.

And on the subject of nappies, I think you misunderstood. I could easily stop wetting myself if I didn't have water at night. Im just saying that right now if I didn't have nappies Id wet the bed.

I went to Mr Burns this morning and did more of his garden This time he was even bolder because I think he knew my mummy and daddy were out. He said I had to garden completely nakkie, and of course was intrigued about my black winkle. He fondled it and skinned it back, and loved the fact even my little head was black too. Of course I got a stiffy, which he said meant I was a pervey boy, but I should make sure I stayed stiff for the whole hour. He made me do the lawn, but on my hands and knees with sheers, not a lawnmower. He had me do it a bit like position 2, pushing my bottom out and wiggling it. And of course my slowness meant I got lots of slaps on my bare bottom.

Towards the end when I was nearly finished he went inside and then he came out in a pair of speedos – he looked disgusting. He said he wanted some sunshine. Just like last time he had me eat my snack and drink my squash while sitting on his lap. I know he had a stiffy, as I could feel it against my bare bottom. He said I'd look good in a collar. He played with my winkle but then he kept hitting it and twisting it saying I was a dirty little boy. Every time it started to go soft he would play with it until it went stiff then he started hurting it again. He made me wriggle my bum on him and bounce a little and I felt his dick inside his speedos. It was really hard and seemed big I was glad he kept his speedos on but even so it was horrible sitting on him and feeling his old skin rubbing against me.

I had a shock later. There was no sign of Adam, which I was quite pleased about but then realised that you would be displeased so I went over, only to find him in their garden totally naked. His mummy said he was doing 'bumbum time', and explained her sister suggested it as it works for little tearaways like Adam cause they hate being stripped, and it reminds them if they want to be silly and naughty they can be nakkie. Apparently he was very rude earlier, so she's trying it. He certainly looked upset, angry and teary, and snapped, "It's for baby's". For once I thought she was talking to me like I was an older boy again, but no. She went on to say that "maybe I should suggest it to your mummy as you could do with bumbum time once in a while", which made me go very red and hold my winkle, and made Adam smirk. She definitely thinks we are as thick as thieves now, ever since she smacked me.

Anyway, as there was nothing doing over there, and Adam was feeling uncomfortable about having to do bumbum time, I left.

So I thought Id do this quick update as Jimmy is busy. I'll show him the chicken dance soon.

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How good it is to hear from you again although I am disappointed that you are already backtracking on your taking responsibility for your continuous wetting. If you don't take responsibility you will never get to grips with it despite how much help Jimmy, Dean and Darren give you but if you are happy to be a wetter when you are an adult so be it.

Yes your blog has gone wild especially since it was voted blog of the month and now the first thing people see when they go to the website are two pictures of you, you sitting in your puddle of wee wee and you nakkie on Uncle Darren's knee, hugging him and crying and having your red bottom patted. Apparently there has never been a blog that has been voted blog of the month for two months in a row, I wonder if Darren can be the first. He'll need to get some more good videos to satisfy the fans.

I am sure Darren has lots more ideas and he is learning all the time, he just needs a bit of help as he obviously can't do everything he wants in front of his mum so he will need to find somewhere else to shoot some of them. If he could get someone who knows about shooting videos I am sure that would help. You of course will do anything he requests to help him. I would suggest your place but I think it is better for Jimmy to only see the finished items. It's amazing that he now sees Darren as a bigger boy than you. It was great to hear he smacked your bottie for lying about him. I guess Darren's plan is working, if Jimmy thinks like that, it probably won't be long before Craig is thinking of him as a bigger boy than you as well. So be happy you are helping another boy to feel happier about himself and being treated better by others. Just remember it is all part of your punishment for being a pervert and abusing little boys.

Adam's mum certainly has the right idea about you, I'm sure your mummy will agree to bum bum time for you. I am sure Adam will be happier if he isn't the only one doing bum bum time and it will help with the nappy rash. You are right I would have been very cross if you had avoided Adam and I am not pleased you left the garden. In future you will spend your free time at his house. Just ask Jimmy whether it is alright for you to go and play with Adam. Also always tell your mummy that you are going to play with Adam. You and Adam will be thought as by all as the terrible twins but I am sure his mum will know how to deal with you both and will teach your mum how to as well. I'm sure Jimmy and Jenny can help at Adam's and your house.

I am glad you had a good time with Mr Burns. It's good that you get a chance to be a naughty little pervert again but now you are not corrupting little boys. You can be sure you will be helping Mr Burns a lot now which will allow you to exercise your pervey nature without doing harm to others. You may be right that Mr Burns felt more free to act as he did because your mum was away but it certainly wasn't because your dad wasn't there. Who do you think he sent the video he took to? I also think your mother wouldn't be bothered she has given up on you but Mr Burns might have been a bit embarrassed to be seen by her in his speedos. It was great to see you waggling your bottom at him when you were cutting the grass with the shears. And don't try and pretend you didn't enjoy it, your little winkle stayed hard the whole time. I know you kept grabbing it but not because it had gone soft, you were just playing with yourself giving yourself more pleasure but I will let you off as Mr Burns enjoyed it so much and it confirms to him and anyone else who sees the video what a slut you are. What a sexy enticing little pervert you are, Mr Burns must have been so tempted to remove his speedos and bury his dick in your little bumhole when you were wriggling on him. Better luck next time.

Dean isn't happy with the way you are acting like a slut so you might get a bit of a backlash from him but I'm afraid that often happens to sluts. Their nature and need to be sexy can make their friends or masters feel a bit jealous. I guess he will feel if you are so desperate for Mr Burns there is no reason why he shouldn't give you to his dad.

I have asked Dean to get Jimmy to bring you down to the park tomorrow and hopefully Jenny and Adam can come along as well. He is also going to get Jimmy to let Darren and Craig and the gang know so they can come along as well so there should be a good showing of your friends as well as the usual crowd. Dean is going to see if Smithy and Daniel fancy it as well. I bet you can guess why but just in case you have become even more stupid it is time you got your bottie smacked in the park and do time against the naughty wall. I can't wait to see that black little winkle and nappy rash in real life. We are leaving it up to Jimmy what you wear down to the park, I wonder if he will choose a nappy after seeing how much worse you are getting. Once you are released from the wall Dean will put your first coating of cream on for the nappy rash so you will need to stay bare bottomed to allow it to soak right in and get the full benefit. He will then come back with you and give it to your daddy explaining how it needs to be applied three times a day and that you must stay bare for at least an hour after each application.

Don't forget to do your chicken dance for Jimmy and me.

Your Master

Chapter 52
9^th Tuesday (4^th Week)

This is your slaveboy. I hope you are having a good day. Things for me are going better than I deserve thanks to you not showing others the film of me doing nasty perverted things with little boys. I am eternally grateful and will strive to be a worthy slaveboy.

First: I am a smelly dirty piss-pants whose silly little winkle can't stop his wee-wee coming out in his pants. I am lucky Jimmy and Dean are training me to get some control and I know they need to be very strict or I will never learn so I want to thank them for their help.

Adam's mum came over today to speak to mine – I found them together having coffee just after I'd finally been allowed to get dressed. They were talking about me and Adam, and I couldn't help but listen. They were basically talking about our recent behaviour: my mum was talking about how I can't keep a dry nappy these days, showing her my nappy chart which is pretty much all black spots. She also said how I was a naughty and cheeky boy who need his bottom smacked far too much. She sometimes forgot my age these days and she hoped the summer holidays might make me improve but if anything I've got worse, and that if I'm not being naughty or telling lies, I've got my thumb in my mouth or my hand in my shorts or sometimes both. It was hard hearing this, compared to how she might have talked about me say, a year ago, or even longer. Then it would have been how mature I was and responsible, and such a support for her. I don't think she would have said those things when I was even Adam's age.

Adam's mum said she hoped Adam wasn't being a bad influence as she was at her wits end about his naughtiness. She said much of what Mum said she was also worried about, and she was fed up with people coming to her door complaining about Adam. But Mum said it was better that I had someone to play with as my old friends don't seem to want to visit so much and Jimmy thinks I'm too immature, and that I am always really keen to see Adam. She was sure that if anything I was being a bad influence on Adam, particular as Adam only needs his pull-ups still. Then they started talking about 'what was to be done' and my mum talked about privileges such as later bedtimes being stopped . Adam's mum thought that would be a good idea – I was cross to learn Adam has a later bedtime at the moment. And then she talked about Bum Bum time, and my mum thought that was a good idea too, and mentioned the nakkie day I had to do a few weekends ago.

Apparently, Adam really hates it and was especially upset I saw him doing bumbum time, as it was so babyish. I don't know why he'd be that annoyed as Ive seen him naked before, and he knows I have to wear nappies. I hope he hasn't got ideas he's better than me; he's only 7.

Anyway – bottom line is my mum said she must treat me the same as her son as I always seem to be over there. So it seems like what you wanted has happened. Not only do they think we are the 'terrible twins' and that I'm always with him, but we should be treated the same.

Then my mum caught me in listening in, and called me over. She wasn't cross, but just whipped down my shorts and underpants to show Adam's Mum – Aunty Sue – my nappy rash. It was so humiliating two women inspecting me like that. They were both rubbing their fingers over some of the bumps, and of course it meant Aunty Sue could ask me about it and of course she mentioned how I had wet my pants the other day – of the spanking – which my mum didn't know about. Still it makes Adam feel better about his occasional lapses as he's so much better than me. Anyway – she said 'i suppose you want to go play with Adam' and sent me over.

I know you want me always over there but it's hard when Jenny answers the door. An age ago now, I'd have been calling for her perhaps. Now she knows I'm there for her little brother. She's seen me have my bare bottom smacked; she's heard her mum say I could do with bumbum time. The way she looks at me says it all. She let me in and told me to go up but to try and stay out of trouble.

Adam was in his room, and I could tell he was a bit sheepish about being caught doing bumbum time cause he immediately asked me if I wet my nappy and if I wanted one of his pull-ups just in case. He likes to tease me if he's feeling sorry for himself. He really is naughty; we went out and he showed me where he'd cut a hole in a fence so he could get access to a breakers yard at the weekend. He says there is loads of kewl stuff there. I don't really see the point, especially as the sign says there are dogs.

Anyway, when we came back for lunch Jimmy was there, and said him and Jenny were going to take us to the park to play football. Adam was excited, but you already told me the real reason, so I was feeling nervous as I knew before the afternoon I'd be against the naughty wall with some other badly behaved boys. I wondered if that would include Adam too. Worse, Jimmy explained as it was a long afternoon that I couldn't be trusted not to wet myself, and asked Adam to help me put on a pull up just in case. Of course that made him all puffed up with pride, and revelled in it. In fact, once I got my shorts and pants off, he took me to the bathroom and waited until I wee'd before he'd give me the pullup.

The park was full of kids and Adam quickly led me away. I was trying to work out how Jimmy would find a reason to smack me, but Adam was quite distracting and we didn't join any football. He was very naughty, and quite cruel, throwing stones at the ducks until he was told off, but we ran away. He also likes carving his name into stuff – which is stupid as its obvious it's him. He made me do it too.

Adam eventually did want to play football, but by then Jimmy wasn't interested, and was just chatting with Jenny. So we started kicking the ball around and another couple of kids joined in. I suppose the fact that Adam and I were now out in the open made it easy for the park keeper to spot us, and I could see him talking with Jimmy and Jenny and pointing to things all over the park, presumably where Adam and I had been naughty. We were called over.

It was really annoying that I got my smacked bottom not for a made up thing, but because I 'deserved it'. The park keeper was most insistent we both got a good hiding or he'd call the police, and watched while Jimmy pulled down our shorts and pants (pull up for me of course – there was a titter as a couple of the kids noticed I was in a pullup). I wanted to scream that I wasn't a naughty little boy and that Jimmy wasn't my big brother. Couldn't they see I was 13? but Jimmy fixed it so that my shorts were around my ankles and my pull up was around my knees so everyone who's attention was attracted could see my little black winkle.

Of course he smacked me thoroughly over his lap – I'm used to his technique now – but I was still crying hard. Then Adam got the same. WE had to say sorry to everyone for being naughty boys and I was horrified to see Craig was there, and of course Dean had appeared somewhere along the way too. The park keeper was satisfied and we were both put against the naughty wall. It was hard for us both. Adam really thought we wouldn't get caught and had been making fun of the other boys against the wall with their sore red bums on display. He didn't realise Jimmy could smack so hard and now he knows. In some ways it was better for me, because I had another boy who got smacked, but in others it was worse as there was a comparison – in the way we were naughty, the way we needed to be smacked and the way we took it. And of course, I was the one in pullups.

After an hour our time was up, but as you said, while Adam was allowed to pull up his pants, Dean came over with the cream. He used a stage voice to say it was a good time to put some cream on while I was nakkie to deal with this "DREADFUL NAPPY RASH" and then proceeded to put it everywhere – on my bottom, between my cheeks, around my thighs and of course in my groin and winkle. He made sure I got a stiffy. Quietly he told me how ashamed he was that I couldn't even come to the park without a pullup, and if he had his way he'd keep me naked in my cage till the nappy rash had gone.

I had to do another hour against the wall for the cream to work and it really stung so not only was I sore from the smacked bottom but my winkle and balls hurt as well. I heard my name mentioned a few times as Dean talked to Craig, and Craig talked to Jimmy. Adam was very subdued and just played in the sandpit.

I was glad when it ended and we were taken home. At least I didn't wet the pullup.

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Chapter 53
9^th Wednesday (4^th Week)

pp,

Well I did tell you that your mummy wouldn't mind bumbum time didn't I. I reckon you and Adam will be doing bumbum time together and possibly even nakkie days. I bet he won't be happy at the idea and will blame you. Its good the two mums speak to each other so they can both enforce their regime on the terrible twins. I am also pleased you have confirmed what I said about your mum not knowing what to do with you and happy to take advice from anyone. The more people who back up your daddy's ideas means the more your mummy will go along with them.

I hadn't realised when I saw you in the pullups that Adam had put them on you, how cute your twin made you wee and then put them on you. I suppose that was why you never wet them, I hope you thanked him.

Yes it was good to see you finally against the wall with your naughty bottom nice and red, what a bad boy you are becoming, the park keeper said he would be keeping a close eye anytime you were in the park in future and Jimmy told him to feel free to punish you himself if he or Dean weren't around as your parents believed naughty boys should be punished by whoever caught them in whatever way they thought best. He shook hands with them both and said he wished all parents had the same attitude. It was nice to meet some well behaved and mature boys like them. Jenny had also been impressed with Jimmy and his smacking ability and was all over him while you were standing at the wall.

Dean had a good chat with them both and told me that Jenny said it was really funny seeing a teenager play with her little brother. She wanted to know why you had a black winkle the size of her brother when you were five years older. She said Adam had said to her previously about being worried about being small as other boys his age seemed a bit bigger. Dean just told her you were a freak and he didn't know anyone else at his school that was so small. He told her that was the reason you were so immature and she shouldn't worry about Adam as he was sure he would grow soon as Adam wasn't particularly small for his age and boys were all different. Apparently she said she knew and gave Jimmy a look and he looked embarrassed so Dean and I think there has been some exploring going on.

I guessed from your reaction the cream was stinging well from the way you were wriggling for your second hour at the wall. Dean said your dad was happy to get the cream and said he would make sure either he or someone else put it on you and make sure you got plenty of air to the rash. He asked Dean if he was looking forward to his holiday and told him to not stand any nonsense from you so you didn't spoil it for him and his family. That you needed real firmness to keep you in order. He said they knew how to treat unruly boys in Morocco and that you should be really grateful for them taking you.

What a fun day you had at the beach today. I really enjoyed watching you playing with your twin Adam and the consequences it led to for the second day running. You certainly made quite a show on your arrival. As Adam's mum opened the back door we saw a small nakkie boy climb out to be followed by a much taller, older nakkie boy climbing out but this one had a shiny black stiffy. It was obvious you had enjoyed your journey down with Adam's nakkie bottom sitting in your lap. What a pervey boy you are. Most people noticed straight away but everyone did once Adam's mum flicked your winkle hard and told you off for being a dirty boy. Jimmy looked very cross as he took you over to the cold shower with her instructions to make sure you got rid of it. I saw him flick it several times but couldn't hear what he said to you.

Eventually it went down, did you notice how many people followed you down to the beach from the car park or were you too laden with carrying down the chairs and cool bags and her bag. I was happy to see that Auntie Sue thought you should do most of the carrying, Jimmy carried his and Jenny's bag and Adam just had his bucket and spade, and shrimping net. I was also glad I wasn't the only one so I knew you wouldn't notice me but I still managed to get a good spot so I could see everything and even hear most of the conversations. Adam's mum doesn't speak quietly does she? I was able to take a lot of photos and even some video of you having fun and some not so much fun. I bet your daddy and Mr Burns will enjoy seeing them.

You really were two silly boys not to listen to Adam's mother warning what would happen to you if you weren't both on your best behaviour for the whole day. Those slaps should have made you both decide to be good especially as they were landing on obviously two sore recently spanked bottoms. I suppose there is some excuse for an seven year old boy but a thirteen year old boy should be able to behave himself for a few hours at the beach. Adam's mum certainly didn't want you getting sunburnt did she, she really slapped on the sun cream especially on your winkle, scrotum and bum. Jenny was much gentler with Adam. I wonder if you needed sun cream on your winkle or whether the blacking would have protected it but she wasn't taking any chances. She really worked it in I thought she was going to twist it off at one stage, no wonder you didn't get a stiffy.

What a contrast there was as Adam's mum put the arm bands on you both and blew them up while Jenny and Jimmy took off their top clothes revealing they were wearing their swimsuits underneath. Jenny looked good in her swimsuit as did Jimmy, They were a very smart pair of board shorts, did your mummy buy them for him. I can't imagine his dad did, remember it wasn't very long ago he made him go naked at the beach and you were in your trunks. He's certainly growing isn't he, you are still a little taller but he is getting broader and quite muscular especially when compared to your skinny body. I think all the spanking he is having to do is helping him build the muscles in his right arm.

What a picture you made walking down to the sea, Jimmy holding your hand and Jenny's while she held Adam's who had his shrimping net in the other. Two naughty children with red sore naked bottoms on the outside being led by, clearly in charge, a young couple in their swimwear. I couldn't hear what Jimmy and Jenny exactly said to you but it was obvious you were told to stay in the shallow water while they went off to swim in the deeper water. Auntie Sue quickly settled down on the rug with her book.

It didn't take long for the terrible twins to disobey and wander off did it? I suppose Adam wanted to go to the rock pools with his net. You'd have got away with it if you hadn't been so long by the time you got back Jimmy and Jenny were back with her mother and she knew all about your disobedience. She soon had you over her knee setting your bottie alight again while Jennie dealt with Adam. She certainly didn't go easy on you despite your earlier spanking. Jennie spanked slower and not nearly as hard and finished much quicker so Adam only shed a few tears. You on the other hand were balling like a baby by the time she finally finished with you. What a great spanked boy dance you did although she didn't give you much time to do it. She has an interesting imagination. I wondered what she was up to when she sent you both down to the sea to roll in the water and run straight back. Then when she made you both roll in the sand so you were both covered in sand I understood but I didn't expect her next command.

That was a very unusual variation on corner time she invented. Forcing you two boys to stand back to back with your arms grasped round the front of the other, pulling you both tight together, your arms with armbands and hands round his chest, your bum cheeks pressed into his back, his round your waist, bum cheeks near your legs. I think the threat of another smacking if you moved apart made you both tighten your grips. While you two stood there tightly grasping each other the other three sat in the seats eating their lunch. Adam was facing his mother so she couldn't see when his hands slipped down and started playing with your winkle but I think Jenny and Jimmy saw.

It must have been a bit sore with the sand on it and his hands but eventually you got another stiffy. It looked as if you were getting close to an orgasm by the time the others had finished their lunch and you were told to separate. Mum wasn't pleased to see your stiffy and ordered Jimmy to take you back to the cold shower in the car park to get rid it. Jenny decided to go with him so I watched as they both grasped an ear and dragged you up the cliff path to get that little black stiffy to disappear. I knew it would be too obvious if I followed so I didn't see what happened but when you came back down that stiffy had certainly gone it looked as if you just had a black wart on your groin and Jimmy and Jenny were arm in arm and looking very happy.

Two naughty boys were made to sit on the sand with their hands on their heads, which must have made those botties even sorer while the two mature young people were sent off to get themselves and Jenny's mum an ice cream. Apparently naughty boys not only don't get ice-creams they don't get lunch. By the time they were back and the ice-creams were consumed both of the terrible twins were beginning to wriggle a bit on the sand. Auntie Sue decided she fancied a walk and told the terrible twins they could get up and build a sandcastle but they had to be perfect while she was away. First though she made you go and wash yourself in the sea so she could put your nappy rash cream on. If anyone hadn't known the reason for your rash they did now and there was a lot of laughing especially when you started oohing and aahing as she put plenty on. She told you and Adam that Jenny and Jimmy were in charge and she told them not to stand any nonsense.

Off she went and you twins started building your sandcastle although Adam seemed to be in charge. Your main duty seemed to be digging out the moat. I have some great pictures of you, bum in the air, digging out sand. Some even show your little bum hole peeking out with the rash cream clearly worked in. While you two were getting on with your building Jimmy and Jenny were settling down on their fronts on the rug. They do make a sweet, quite innocent couple although there was a lot of kissing and a bit of hand exploration but they were certainly more interested in each other than watching the terrible twins.

While Adam was finishing the sandcastle, your job was to run down to the sea and fill the bucket with sea water for the moat. You had to make a lot of journeys as you had done a good job on the moat and it took a lot of filling. It was funny to see you running back and forwards, little black winkle bobbing in front of you, bright red bottie behind with your arm bands still on. Adam didn't trust you to pour the water so you just stood there while he tipped them in the moat and sent you to get another one. There were a lot of giggles as people watched you, it seemed odd to them to see the bigger boy clearly being ordered around by the much smaller boy.

When did you guess what Adam was going to do with that last bucket of water you brought back. The way you leapt across and grabbed the bucket but you were too late and the water went over Jenny, Jimmy and the rug. Anyway you were both caught holding the empty bucket and Jimmy and Jenny were soaked and furious and for the second time in less than an hour you both found yourself over someone's knee, Adam over Jenny's again and you over Jimmy this time. Jenny didn't go easy on him this time and Jimmy did a fine job especially when he picked up Adam's spade and applied the plastic to your cheeks, you were really yelling by now and Adam was harmonising, I captured quite a bit on video and although the sound isn't brilliant I know lots of people will consider it a musical masterpiece to accompany the pictures.

Jenny's mum arrived back just as the spankings were coming to an end and she clearly had had enough of you and dragged you off to the naughty boys' wall, berating you for your behaviour and for leading her little boy astray. She left you there, spoke to the lifeguard and came back. Adam was explaining you had got the water and it was your idea so he was quickly forgiven. He was even given a couple of sandwiches and some strawberries as well as the last piece of chocolate cake which was big enough for two.

He spent the rest of the afternoon having fun, improving his sandcastle, playing with Jenny and Jimmy and having a rest on his mummy's knees wrapped in a towel. He particularly seemed to enjoy playing in the sea with Jimmy and Jenny and loved being thrown in the air and crashing down into the sea. It seemed both Jimmy and Jenny had forgiven him and Jenny was even more impressed with Jimmy as was her mother. She was full of praise for him, telling him how mature he was especially compared to his brother. She told him he was welcome to come and see Jenny at anytime.

Unfortunately I couldn't see you from where I was sitting but I got up a few times to have a wander over and see how you were getting on. You certainly had a lot of company during the afternoon. Most of the boys seemed to be about six to eight and they seemed to only stay for about half an hour and only a few were bare but you had to stand there with just your arm bands on for over three hours apart from when the lifeguard took you into the shed. You didn't look happy when you came out but of course I couldn't see what went on.

I came back next time and you had two boys standing each side of you, they must have been about Jimmy's age but of course were wearing board shorts and tee-shirts. I noticed you had your hands on your head now and wondered if they had made you do that or the lifeguard. While I was watching I saw they both slapped you a few times as well as touching you in front. I bet they were amused by your black winkle.

I reckon you must have spent the last hour on your own at the wall as a lot of people had left by then. Must have given you a lot of time to think about your day and your twin, imagine all the fun you are going to have with him but do try and not get him into so much trouble because I don't think you want to get on the wrong side of his mother although that boat may already have sailed. That rough mat she made you sit on in the car with Adam on your lap for your return journey was a bit mean as you must have been very sore by that time.

Well I must send Mr Burns the photos and video so he can share them with your dad and work out when next will be best for you to go over and help him.

Your Master

Chapter 54
9^th Thursday (4^th Week)

This is your slaveboy. I hope you are having a good day. Things for me are going better than I deserve thanks to you not showing others the film of me doing nasty perverted things with little boys. I am eternally grateful and will strive to be a worthy slaveboy.

First: I am a smelly dirty piss-pants whose silly little winkle can't stop his wee-wee coming out in his pants. I am lucky Jimmy and Dean are training me to get some control and I know they need to be very strict or I will never learn so I want to thank them for their help.

I was surprised to hear from you about the beach day before I even was able to write to you. I guess you must have been particularly pleased to see my downfall to become the naughtiest little boy on the beach – as the lifeguards told me I was.

The whole day was very traumatic for me, coming so soon after the park experience, which itself seems to have cemented Aunty Sue's impression of me. Of course she learned of our disgrace in the park through Jenny, and how Jimmy had taken down our shorts and pants and smacked our bare bottoms so well. She said he was such a responsible young man and a credit to our parents, and that I could learn a lot from him about how to behave. When I think about Jimmy and I 2 months ago – how it was he who got smacked; remember that fateful day I joined him and bared my bottom in the hallway? Aunty Sue wouldn't believe that I used to be the mature one.

As you observed, the park keeper clearly felt the same way about Jimmy. It was very humiliating hearing the way he was praised, when I recall how he used to be. People are starting to think also that I seem to be Robin to Adam's Batman, and even Adam seems to think that mostly too. As you said, it was he who put me in the pull-ups, presumably acting like his mum does when it is him. No I didn't thank him, I'm afraid I was too annoyed about the whole thing.

And annoyingly Jenny is treating me differently too now thanks to Dean's 'little chat' with her. I think she thinks I'm some sort of retard, as it must be the only explanation why I've still got a winkle like her brother, why I'm so naughty and seem to follow him around so much. That time we first met seems a long time ago now, when I thought we would be friends. I overheard her talking to Adam on the way home from the park. Adam was saying he was sorry, and said he wished he didn't have to spend so long against the wall cause the other boys teased him after about his little winkle. She said not to worry, try to be good, and he'd probably overtake me soon anyway.

He was pleased about that and told me later that his sister thought he'd have a bigger winkle than me soon, and that we should measure . We are the same right now, and he's written it down in the back of one of his (unread) Roald Dahl books. So now I have another boy who's interested in constantly measuring my winkle.

The nappy rash cream certainly stings and I hate it. You didn't tell me it was a 3 times a day treatment, and that it needs an hour of fresh air? Its very frustrating because the grownups seem to be scared of it marking carpets or clothing or sofas, so I have to do a special corner time where my legs are as far apart as possible to make sure the air gets right between them. Actually I don't have to do it in the corner, I'm allowed to watch TV if I want, but its more embarrassing being in front of the TV like this, particularly as I have to have my hands on my head because I shouldn't touch my skin while it is being treated.

Adam is particularly keen and makes a point of reminding me at 1pm that its nappy rash cream time. Aunty Sue does it if I'm over there, and uses a plastic disposable glove. Im not allowed to keep my t shirt on either just in case the bottom is ruined by the cream. So other than socks, if I'm wearing them, I'm nakkie. Adam prefers that I let it dry in his room so he can play while keeping an eye on me. He asks when I will stop needing nappies. He is particularly annoying as he thinks my legs need to be wider than anyone else, but I do as I'm told as I don't want smacked legs off Aunty Sue.

I think its starting to work though?

Of course I was very apprehensive about the beach trip. Adam told me we were going, and I was especially alarmed when I heard Jimmy and Jenny were coming too. Of course I was rather naive on the last one and never thought daddy would make me be a nakkie boy. But this time I was sure Jimmy wouldn't hesitate if he was going.

I hadn't thought that Aunty Sue would in some ways be even more controlling than even Daddy. It started the morning of the beach trip. Adam was being really childish and saying rude words loudly, but Aunty Sue couldn't tell who it was. He said it was me and of course I said it was him. So we both got bum bum time, which wasn't fair at all. Adam was upset but I said it was his own fault. I got a bit upset too 'cause I was stripped in their house, and didnt want bum bum time. I suppose our reaction just makes Aunty Sue think its a good thing to do.

Anyway that's why we were put in the car for the beach nakkie. Adam is used to being a nakkie boy at the beach, and was pleased I was too., cause he doesnt like it much either as he hates people seeing his winkle. the last couple of boys he went with were allowed trunks. He didnt much like sitting on my lap,

and even thought I should sit on his, which was stupid. I was ashamed I got a stiffy, but I couldn't help it. I dont know if Adam made it worse on purpose, because he wriggled a lot. Jimmy was cross when he gave me the cold shower to get rid of it, pointing out that I was a bumboi and I shouldn't get ideas. He said that I should probably sit on Adam's lap on the way back. Or on his if Adam didn't want me to.

I wish I didnt have a black winkle, and it certainly makes a beach trip even more tortuous. I really felt everyone was staring. And you are right, it didn't help that Aunty Sue was so loud, constantly talking about our behaviour, and that we'd both have very sore bottoms. And the fact she was very free with her slaps meant people were paying attention more. As always that sort of thing seems to attract other boys like flies just in case they get to witness a spanking. I suppose you saw the most annoying one? A ginger kid about Adam's age in trunks who pointed out how funny we looked nakkie and that he has always had trunks, and that we looked like little boys. He was right over when he heard Aunty Sue tell us we'd get our bottoms smacked if we were naughty as he had never been smacked and wanted to know all about it.

Adam was very rude to him, but the kid just flicked his winkle and told him to shut up. It's funny how having trunks gives a boy like that confidence, cause I bet he wouldnt have been like that if we were all dressed or all naked. It was worse that we had to wear armbands too! I tried to explain but Aunty Sue was having none of it, so I suppose it gave this boy even more confidence. And ironically Adam backed off, even following Gary's direction in sandcastle building. Even though I secretly wished I could spank this boy's bare bottom, I followed Adam's lead and allowed Gary to boss us around. Adam even threw me under the bus when Gary asked about my spotty bottom, and told him it was nappy rash. So Gary immediately started calling me nappyboy until he realised pp might stand for pisspants, then switched to calling me that.

I also felt very awkward about Jimmy. Again, although it wasn't a surprise this time i'd be nakkie, I couldn't help notice the transition: he was there wiith a girl lying on a towel talking softly and laughing and reading a book, while I was running around nakkie in armbands constantly being told off or scolded by Aunty Sue. Nothing me and Adam did was right: we were too noisy; to rough; too close to others; too far out in the sea. And the amount of times she sad 'Do you want me to smack your bottom?" made it seem obvious it was going to happen at some stage as we could do no right. Of course Gary loved it, flicking our winkles whenever one of us was threatened with a smacked bottom, and calling us a 'naughty little boy who needs a smacked bum'. And as you said it was worse when Jimmy and Jenny came into the sea with us.

You didnt notice but it was actually Gary that got us our first spanking. We just wanted to get away from him, and his own mum had been clear not to go out of sight. WE thought he'd just leave us alone, but instead he told on us. "They are very naughty" he was saying as Aunty Sue dragged us back to our base by our ears. "Are you going to smack their bottoms?" It was one of the hardest smacked bottoms I've had, and yes I couldn't stand still after. Did it look like a dance? I know I was crying, and could see Gary looking so smug.

As you said, I didnt know why we had to stand like that after, but it was not very nice. The sand rubbing against my sore bottom made it much more uncomfortable than regular corner time, but there is no way we wanted more. I don't understand what got into Adam though when he should have been holding on to me. What an earth gave him the idea of playing with my winkle like that? It was so embarrassing to have a stiffy in public too. I suppose standing there like that made it clear I was taller than my partner in crime too.

At least our further time out bored Gary and he went off with another boy. As you saw, I did a further time out thanks to the nappy rash treatment at one o'clock. Thats why I was helping Adam 'cause by he time I was allowed to play, he was well into his design. I couldn't believe he'd get us into trouble again though; it was so stupid and I was really cross that I looked the guilty one, and it was really horrible getting spanked with Adam's spade too. Jimmy spanks me very hard these days, and I genuinely am scared of getting a smacked bottom off him.
I think he knows cause he gets pleasure from threatening me with a smacked bottom now. His favourite is "Do you want me to take your pants down?" and seeing the fear in my eyes. I think it tickles him because he used to hate having his own pants taken down, more than the spanking itself. You probably noticed too that he still likes making me hold my winkle or suck my thumb at the most humiliating moments. At least Adam is a bit of a winkle holder too. But I'm sure it just made Jenny think I was even more retarded. You probably know that Jimmy has taken over my morning nappy routine now, and has even started dealing with it in the evening too, which mummy and daddy think is very responsible.

It certainly wasn't fair I had to spend the rest of the day at the lifeguards hut. As you say most naughty boys just get 30 mins or an hour at most, but of course they had noticed all the tellings off, and the smacked bottoms, and the time out Id already done. Nothing escapes their attention. It just meant I was under constant watch too, so this time when there was any talking or giggling, I'd get the blame. And I had to keep the armbands on too. As I said they called me the naughtiest boy on the beach, and made sure the other boys who came for time out knew that.

One of them took me into the hut to tell me off away from the other boys, but I think he really wanted to humiliate me, pointing out how my little winkle and balls made me immature and so naughty. He was also keen to investigate their blackness, saying he'd blacked a boy's willy when he was at school for being a retard, but had never seen such a good job. He also seemed to know I had a nappy rash. He put me over his knee and touched me both front and back and closely examined my winkle and bottom especially the nappy rash and my bum hole. I didn't say anything cause I knew you would be cross if I complained to him so he seemed to go further and laughed when I got a stiffy. He also smacked me a bit and made me lick his finger clean like Dean's dad after he had stuck it in my bum hole. So yes, I wasn't very happy when I was sent back out, having had my nose rubbed in that I was a naughty, immature little boy with the tiniest winkle who still needed nappies. He made me do hands on head because I was the naughtiest.

Some of the boys had been briefed by Gary of course – so there were whispered questions about my name or why I was so naughty.

As you said, the drive back was not nice. I was clearly in disgrace and kept in bum bum time when we got back whereas Adam was allowed to get dressed. He thought it was quite funny to put some string around my winkle and lead me around his room for a bit. It meant he could give it a sharp tug when he wanted my attention or to hand over a bit of lego he wanted. He doesn't think. though. He does bum bum time more than me, so maybe i'll use the string next time. I finally was sent home when Mummy got back from her drive.

I've got to go to Deans for an overnight – apparently Jeffrey is making a lot more progress as a slave, as his dad is keen to have him around. Dean wants to give Jeffrey a reward for working so hard, and to pass on to me what he has learned. He has had the little boy harness ordered and delivered to Jimmy. He wants Jimmy to put it on before sending me over, but has told Jimmy he can use it when he wants.

And talking of the Harness, Uncle Darren is getting very demanding. He wants to do a Nappy rash treatment film before it's cleared up. He said he might have another babysitting gig thanks to our work. I hope it's true cause maybe he will want me over less, but I dont know who it is and if it will be often. He says it will be brilliant to compare progress of "two chronic bedwetters".

Dean also wants me to visit Smithy for a fresh winkle blacking so its even shinier for our holiday. He says I should also give him a reward, without revealing I am a slaveboy. I'm not sure what he's got in mind. I hope he doesnt mean a bumming, although Smithy would be delighted I'm a bumboi and would put the seal on the sort of boy I've become in his eyes. The fact that Dean was so reluctant to bum me should mean that's probably a bad idea. I suppose he thinks that getting me to reward Smithy and Jeffrey are ways to show he's not into anything too gay. Personally if I had a slave, I'd keep their bottom for me only. Maybe I should say something.

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Yes I sent Jimmy a tee-shirt via Dean for you to wear. It's small, it will only come down to your belly button but because you are so thin you will manage to get into it even if it is a bit tight. Don't try and stretch it down or I will be cross. If you haven't seen it yet the front says England's Naughtiest Boy and on the back there is a big red hand with Naughty Boy Controller above it and a big arrow pointing down to your bottom. Dean and I have decided it will be the right thing for you to wear on your flight to Morocco with a small pair of shorts so your pull ups will show below and above them. I am sure Auntie Sue will agree with the message along with your parents.

I did see the ginger haired boy but as usual you are trying to blame others for your own naughtiness. I am glad Auntie Sue gave you bumbum time when you got home as you had been such a naughty boy, what a bad example you were to her son. How dare you think of bullying Adam and tying string around his winkle, if you ever did such a thing you pervert you would get severely punished. For having such a thought I have asked Dean to put a string around your winkle and tie it to Benson's collar and another piece of string round your balls with a weight on the end then have a nice game of ball with Benson. Dean says he is really good at fetch, runs really fast to chase the ball and bring it back although he is inclined to run straight even if it means running through nettles. Hope you can keep up it would be a shame if you had your winkle pulled off although slaves have no use for their genitals.

Oh I'm glad Jimmy has got the harness, I am sure he will make good use of it and you are to wear it when you go and see Mr Burns. Is Jimmy going to take you to Dean's or will you just be walking along the road holding the ends? That would look very strange if anyone saw you, perhaps they would think you have run away from your mummy, I wonder what they would do.

So Bender is a better slave already than you, that's not good is it? Well you better concentrate on learning all you can from him you wouldn't like Dean to pass you on to someone else would you. Perhaps he will leave you in Morocco, I'm sure your mum wouldn't mind now if you got lost out there, it would save her all that worry and shame. Your daddy would be upset as it would spoil all his plans for you but there would be nothing he could do. I expect Adam would miss you. So I suggest you make a real effort to be a better slave-boy for Dean. He is obviously setting you some tests to see if you are worth bothering with.

Dean has been a little confused over his feelings but I think his dad and I have managed to persuade him that his reluctance to share you is just because he is still confusing his old friendship with you with his role as your master. While it is understandable, it will mean he can't be a proper Master to you so he has to decide and if he can't be a proper master to you then we need to find someone else. We've explained that a natural slut slave like you will always be trying to find people to bum you and let you suck them off. It's up to him to control you but others will teach you things he can't and it will be to his benefit in the end as you will be better at satisfying him. I don't know if he has decided yet whether it is worth the trouble but I can assure you he is the nicest master you will ever have, (I will make sure of that if I have to find you another) so I suggest you do all you can to make him forget you were friends and just treat you as the slave you now are.

I don't think Dean wants me to help you with your visit to Smithy so I won't but just read what I have said and think how you can use it to persuade Dean you are his slave-boy even though you can't tell Smithy you are.

Well I know you are off to Dean's this afternoon so make sure you let me know how you get on.

Chapter 55
9^th Friday (4^th Week)

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I just couldn't wait to hear from you having had a couple of chances to talk to Dean last night and this morning so thought I would write to you about what I have heard so you can fill me in from your point of view and also about the things Dean didn't know about.

It's certainly sounds as if it has been a very interesting twenty four hours for you and Dean. How kind of Jimmy and Jenny to take you to Dean's. I wish I could have seen you trotting along the road in just your dungarees, harness and reins, no underwear, shirt or shoes. Dean said Jenny was using the reins to whip you along at quite a pace as you came up the lane, she told him she thought you were dawdling along and she wanted to get off with Jimmy rather than having to babysit a naughty little boy who couldn't be trusted to even walk to his friend's on his own.

Despite that she seemed quite happy to hang around while Dean took of the harness and made you take off the dungarees and then put the harness back on. He showed Jimmy and Jenny how to tighten up the harness as he said it was on much too loosely. He said he managed to get the strap between your legs to pull up really tight so it ran between your cheeks at the back and pulled your balls up in the front where it splits in two and tightened all the other straps up as well. He said they were both very interested and he thinks you won't be wearing a loose harness in future particularly if Jenny has anything to do with it as she was very keen to feel how the harness felt. Did you enjoy having a girl feeling you up? Dean thought you did as you soon had your usual little stiffy. Jenny apparently said it looked just like Adam's. Were you surprised Jimmy hadn't ringed you or put the butt plug in before he put you in your dungarees. Apparently he and Dean had discussed it and decided it might be a bit shocking for Jenny so decided to leave them off.

So once they had gone he took you into the shed where Bender was chained up and apparently Benson was very happy to see you but he was growling away until you got into position. Dean loves the way you got down on your front sticking your bum up in the air for him to sniff although Benson apparently wasn't too happy with the harness strap up your bum. Dean then called him off while he ringed your balls and winkle and put the butt plug in. He put number four in as he felt you were getting too used to the smaller one and it would probably be a good thing for you to get used to bigger things in your bum before your trip to Morocco.

Of course he had to loosen the strap between your legs to do it but he soon had it done up again really tight. Next was the penis gag and he chained your hands behind your back. He then attached the lead from your ball ring to Benson's collar and released Bender who was gagged and chained and the four of you went out to play in the fields and woods at the back of the house. Dean said you did a lot of squealing despite the gag when Benson dragged you around by your balls chasing after the ball especially when he dragged you through the big patch of stinging nettles. He then said you lost every race against Bender

Did you notice how red Bender's bum was, apparently Dean's dad had punished him hard for being late and failing in his duties that morning but Dean had decided to still give him a reward for his good behaviour previously and for winning all the races. What a kind and generous master he is. So you were left as a reward for Bender while he and his dad went and did some shopping for the holidays as his mum was away at a conference for two nights. Dean took all his chains and cock cage off except for his collar, handed him the paddle and left with his dad leaving you to the mercy of Bender. Dean said when he got back you were in the cage curled up looking worn out and sorry for yourself. He hasn't had a chance to talk to Bender yet because of what happened later so he is as interested as I am to hear what happened.

Dean's dad dropped him off telling him he was going out for the evening and that he needed to get you to clean the kitchen, laundry room and bathrooms as Bender had failed to get them done. They all needed to be spotless to meet his mother's high standards as she had requested Dean and his dad to do them before she had gone off for her night away. He also needed to make sure his room was okay as well as he wouldn't want to get on his mother's wrong side. There was the rest of the washing to do in the laundry room and any dirty clothes Dean had in his room. Bender had done a couple of loads so there was a pile of ironing to do as well so there was plenty to keep you busy and he would need to give you plenty of encouragement to make sure everything was done and you were not to have a rest or anything to eat or drink until it was. It was time for you to realise what the reality of being a slave-boy was so you were prepared for the holiday in Morocco. He shouldn't help as he was the Master and needed to prove he was over being your friend.

Apparently Dean was determined to do as his dad said and knew there was loads for you to do and it was going to take a lot of time. He was just hoping his mother wouldn't get back too early the next day but was glad it was you who was going to have to do the work as he knew if it was him and his father it would have been him doing most of it. He was pleased they had had Bender to start on the work although like his dad he had missed getting his needs met as the slave had been so busy. He thought that was probably why his dad had been so hard on Bender as he was frustrated. Both of them had only managed one quick blowjob each.

So he whipped you out of the cage with the reins noting that while your buttplug was still in your bum it was obvious from the dried cum round it and on your legs that it had been out at least once while he was with his dad. He said he thought there was something wrong that a slave had fucked you but he hadn't got time but decided he would make sure he made up for it at bedtime. He chained your hands in front of you, shortened the chain between your ankles so you could only take short steps and picked up the paddle and drove you into the house.

He took you up to his bedroom first and got you to pick up his dirty clothes, make his bed, polish the furniture and hoover his carpet. He said it was funny seeing you climbing under the bed to hoover with your bum sticking out. He said he couldn't resist giving you a few slaps with the reins to encourage you to work harder. He then decided that he needed a quick blowjob so took the penis gag out of your mouth and while you started to give him one he started the hoover up with the smallest attachment and started sucking on your little winkle and your balls. He thought you didn't particularly enjoy it especially when he sucked at your tiny balls but obviously you couldn't speak with your mouth full. He said you were left with lines on your scrotum as although your balls were sucked in the skin stopped them going to far down. There was a mark around the base of your winkle as the machine had no trouble getting it fully inside and it was only your ring that stopped it being swallowed. He reckoned you were worried he was going to pull it off.

He decided to finish off over your face rather than in your mouth as he likes the look and thought it would amuse him to see your face as you were working all covered in his dry sperm. So he held his dick close to your face and moved it around as he shot over you. Once he finished decorating your face and was recovered he had you remake his bed and then he took you down and got you to put the washing on.

After that he took you up to his bathroom and told you to clean up thoroughly. You were warned not to spoil your make-up or have a piss or a shit. While you were doing it he went down to the kitchen and made himself something to eat. While it was cooking he came up and when he was satisfied he took you into his parents bathroom and told you it had to be spotless everywhere, when it was you were to report to him for your next job. He left you and went to finish up cooking his meal and when it was ready took it into the sitting room to watch TV He told me you came down when his programme was ending and he had finished his main course so he took you through to the kitchen and told you to start tidying up and cleaning the kitchen while he helped himself to ice cream from the freezer. He admitted the kitchen was quite a mess as he and his dad hadn't done any washing up for the two days his mum had been away knowing they were going to have a couple of slave-boys to do it before she came back. He also decided that you shouldn't use the dishwasher as in his talks with his dad he had explained that labour saving devices were not for slaves. He reckoned his dad probably wouldn't have approved of letting you use the hoover but he reckoned you'd never have managed to get his carpet clean with a dustpan and brush.

He said he was just helping himself to more ice cream and you were putting some of the trays you had cleaned back in the oven when his mum walked in through the kitchen door. He said he was amazed as he hadn't heard the car and she wasn't expected back until the next day. He didn't know what to say and was terrified, he said he nearly wet himself and said you looked even more frightened than he was.

His mother apparently just looked at the pair of you for a few minutes then kissed Dean and settled onto a kitchen chair and asked Dean what was going on. He said his mind went blank and he couldn't speak but eventually he managed to get out that it was a game you and he played sometimes. She then asked if you both enjoyed the game and he said yes. The next question was whether his father knew about the game which Dean denied as his father had stressed that no one must ever know about his involvement as while Dean could get away with the game excuse he wouldn't be able to and would get into serious trouble. So though he didn't like doing it he lied to his mother.

Next she asked if your parents knew about you being Dean's slave and he said they didn't know about the slave thing .but they knew he took charge of you including spanking you, in fact lots of people did because they treated you like a little boy and you were still wetting your nappy and had nappy rash. That your younger brother was in charge of you and you had a ten year old boy who babysat you, who you called Uncle Darren. He reminded his mum of the letter your mother sent when you stayed before and showed her the bag Jimmy had brought with a nappy, your nappy rash cream and a couple of pull-ups.

Finally she asked him if he allowed his slave-boy to play with his winkle in front of other people especially his mother. He said he had been so scared at being discovered that he hadn't been noticing what you were doing, he just had a moment to see you release your winkle and you looked very scared. He of course replied that you weren't allowed to but you often did and your mummy and daddy punished you as well for doing it but they hadn't managed to get you to stop yet. He also told her you were a thumb sucker as well. She said you obviously couldn't do both with your wrists chained so close together so you must prefer holding your winkle to sucking your thumb. She then sent him to take Benson for a walk and told him when he came back he was to wait in his room and she would come and speak to him. First she was going to speak to you and she hoped she wouldn't find out her son had been lying to her.

Dean told me he was really worried when he left you with his mother and went walking with Benson. He was scared you would say something wrong and he didn't want to get into trouble with his mother as she had always been the strictest of his parents when he was younger and the one more likely to bare his bottom and smack him over her knee. If anything she smacked him harder and longer than his father and had been the one who spanked him last, while his father had spanked him last two years ago, she hadn't stopped until about six months ago and he wasn't convinced that that was the final time. He also couldn't understand her reaction so far, he said he thought she would have been crosser or more shocked or embarrassed. He said he walked for miles as he wanted to put off returning. Finally he could put it off no longer and returned but his mother met him as soon as he came in the door and sent him straight up to his room.

He sat up there with Benson wondering what was going on down in the kitchen and what the future held. As hard as he tried he couldn't hear anything and didn't dare creep downstairs so it wasn't until later when he spoke to his mum that he heard about her "interrogation" of you. He listened to the tape last night she made after he went to bed. She explained to him she had made the tape as further protection for him as anyone who heard it would have no idea that it wasn't just a straight confession by you while pleading with him to keep you under control. Apparently she kept questioning you until she got each bit that she wanted, made you practice it until you got it right and then recorded it. Dean reckoned he would never have guessed it wasn't just you making a tape about your feelings so nor would anyone else. They would just hear a nasty little pervert who wouldn't get any sympathy from anyone, just likely to be locked up.

We both will be interested how you remember it but it sounds as if his mother is very good at questioning little boys and getting the answers she wants from them. She now has a tape she made over the evening where you confess all your crimes and what a bully and pervert you are messing around with little boys and how you begged Dean to take control off you before you got into serious trouble with the police. You also apparently confess that while you find it all very humiliating you also get excited when you are treated as a slave or badly. Apparently you confessed that you begged Smithy to black your winkle again after he had done it the first time as you found it so arousing for other people to see you when you were naked. It really showed up your little winkle which you hated but loved people noticing. It was one of the reasons you started wetting your bed so more people would see you naked and you liked other people to be in charge especially boys who were the same age or younger than you. You say how much you enjoy making your blogs with Uncle Darren. Apparently although it's not on the tape you also backed up Dean in saying that his dad had no knowledge of the relationship which is lucky for you.

Apparently the recording took several hours but once you had said on tape it was your idea that you should be Dean's slave and in fact you had begged and had to persuade him to be your Master she got you back to work while you talked only stopping to make the next part of the tape. First she made you take the washing outside and hang it on the line. Then you had to finish washing all the dishes, pots and pans and when the kitchen was spotless she had you scrubbing the floor with a brush and bucket of water. When you had finally finished it to her satisfaction she took you back to her bathroom which you had cleaned a few hours before. She was very unhappy with the job you had done and showed her displeasure with the large wooden bath brush in there and left you to make a better job of it while she went to speak to Dean and tuck him into bed.

Apparently after she had given him the tape she told him that you would be spending whatever was left of the night in your cage and she wanted him up early to get you up and you were to weed and sweep the paths and rake the lawns and take all the rubbish to the compost heap. Then if the washing was dry take it in and iron it and then make breakfast for the three of them for 9.30. His punishment for trying to keep this secret from his mother was he was not to play with himself or have any sex with you until you were in Morocco. She was not punishing him for lying about his dad's involvement as she was pleased he protected him but for not trusting her with what was going on. She asked him if she could trust him or did she need to lock up his dick. Dean said he was really embarrassed with his mum talking about cock cages and knowing he was having sex with you but promised he would be good and didn't need to be locked up. So he set his alarm for 6.00am and settled down with the tape. He said it was really hard to not touch his dick but finally he managed to get to sleep.

Apparently you were up working until 2.30am learning how to iron all the clothes Bender had washed. I believe Auntie Maureen has high standards and your bum looked as if she had applied the iron to it but she told Dean it was only her hairbrush. Finally although she wasn't happy she decided you had done enough if badly and took you out to the cage and tied you up in it, gave you a final spanking and wished you pleasant dreams and left you curled up on the floor.

Dean said you were really sleepy when he woke you up the next morning so he really had to drive you on with your reins and get you working in the garden by 6.30. He had a doze in the hammock while you were raking and weeding. He said he had to shout a few times at you to work harder but couldn't be bothered to get up and beat you and you did just enough. He then sent you to go and get him a drink of orange and at 9.00 he took you inside to make breakfast. He said you were really dozy and were asking for a drink so he told you could drink from Benson's bowl but as you went towards it Benson started growling and you were too frightened to drink.

Dean's dad arrived in the kitchen and ordered a soft boiled egg and toast and Dean decided to have the same but apparently your culinary skills left a lot to be desired and you burnt the toast and the eggs weren't soft. After Dean paddled you his dad had an interesting punishment shoving the hard boiled eggs in your bum before replacing the butt plug. Dean said the eggs had cooled down a bit but the way you wiggled as you cooked more eggs and toast they were probably quite warm. Once you had made an acceptable breakfast you were sent to continue working in the garden.

This is when Dean's dad confessed he had told his wife about Dean being a master as soon as he knew about it. He apologised but explained that they had an agreement not to keep secrets from each other and he reminded Dean he did keep trying to get Dean to tell his mum about it. Dean says he is still rather cross with his dad but he sort of understands and it will certainly make the trip to Morocco easier and more fun as he won't have to keep anything secret.

Well Dean says you are doing more ironing under his mother's supervision but when you are finished he'll send you home. He says he will instruct you to check your email and respond to any emails I have sent you before you get Jimmy to unplug you so I look forward to hearing from you soon. I understand he has made clear to you that you must avoid any orgasms while your Master is not allowed them so you will have to be careful especially when you go and see Mr Burns.

Your Master

Chapter 56
10^th Saturday (5^th Week)

Hello Master

It's been a difficult few days for me, where I'm either being treated like a very naughty boy, or a very lazy slaveboy. It's hard to keep up, and its hard to adjust sometimes too.

Yes, Aunty Sue, Jimmy, mummy and daddy are certainly quick to pick up on naughtiness and give my bare bottom a good spanking, and of course Uncle Darren too. But Dean and his parents – and even Bender – are quick to make sure I work hard and please my betters, either with my work, or through my bumhole or tongue. It seems a long time ago when I was a regular boy able to do as I please.

It's hard for me now because the grownups know I'm a 'naughty boy', and seem to pick on me for the smallest thing. You say I was trying to blame the red head boy at the beach, for example, but he was looking to get me and Adam into trouble, he wanted to see us get our bottoms smacked and he wasn't disappointed was he? It was also horrible running around nakkie with armbands, and I'm still getting bad dreams where I'm like that but in the supermarket or at school. I suppose the equivalent is the stupid harness; as if I need something like that? But yet people have seen me in it and concluded it is a good thing for my behaviour!! Aunty Sue is getting one for Adam, which took the wind out of his sails, as he was teasing me a bit about it.
This pleased Jenny too, as she certainly preferred walking me in the reins when she took me to Dean's with Jimmy – and she really believed I was too naughty to be trusted to walk on my own. It is still humiliating to be stripped in front of her, even though she has seen me naked plenty now. I'm not sure what she made of Dean making me go nakkie but she didn't say anything, and as you say was more absorbed in the workings of the harness. I did get a little stiffy, and I supose I hoped Jenny might have become bashful, but she was so matter of fact – and as you say, comparing me with Adam.
It was clear she just saw me as a sexless naughty little boy who needed extra control. The most embarrassing things were when I was made to demonstrate how it was impossible to get it off, or loosen it, and how she could be even more strict if I played up – I was made to try to run away, and she was able to pull me back under control very easily – even pulling me on to tip-toes. She was able to maintain that walking along too, proving how effective and strong the harness is. It was obvious that Dean was really showing Jenny how immature I was, so no, I wasn't surprised there was no winkle ringing. he was pushing the humiliation buttons so much I ended up sucking my thumb quite a bit too. At the time I thought 'bugger it – she just thinks I'm a naughty litte boy who needs a harness, so who cares if she sees I'm a thumb sucker too', but later I was a ashamed I lost my dignity so much I didn't care, and now she knows I'm a thumbsucker too.

Obviously the harness is much nicer over my shorts and tshirt, then it is against my bare skin. Dean certainly knows how to make it tight, particularly around my bottom and winkle. It's not fair that Bender doesn't have a stupid harness. But I don't want to complain about Dean, as I see you are right – he is just growing into his role as my master, and I am really scared that he might prefer Bender to me. You are right, I just thought as we were friends I would always be secure, so I will do my best to prove I have accepted my place, as indeed the mistress (as Dean's mum says I must call her) insists I should. She very much has her eye on me, and is appalled by the confession I gave to her. She says I must channel my perversions into my service and she wont hesitate to expose my secrets to others if I get lazy.

There is no disguising my place at Dean;s. Even Benson seems to know he's in charge of me now, especially after the punishment you devised for me. Of course he would always snarl until I got to my knees and cowed – which is frustrating when he's so good natured to everyone else. Even Bender isn't intimidated by Benson. Benson also soon got used to the fact he was dragging me around. He also included me in Dean's 'Sit' command, as when he sat, he pulled on the string with his mouth to encourage me to sit on my bottom next to him. Of course Dean and Bender loved that.

It was also hard to see how included Bender had become. He'd been there for a few days and of course I was more alert to the rivalry thanks to your email which I read before I arrived. I'm afraid I felt rather jealous and tried to get Bender into trouble, which just earned me a few slaps of the paddle to my bare bottom. It was very frustrating. If I had known Dean was going to reward Bender then I wouldn't have been so bold.

Of course I learned that perhaps I shouldn't be too jealous. He had been paddled hard by Dean's dad, and has also taking several bummings. He blames me for becoming a slave, which is totally unfair, but I was gagged and unable to protest. Of course he was mocking me with his uncaged cock which was fully hard and drippig precum. he took great delight in standing there like that while I was ringed and plugged, and in the harness. Of course he wanted to paddle my bottom to punish me. It was revenge of course, but he said it was because I was a devious slave who preyed on other boys like him – and wasn't it true I tried to get him into trouble? Of course I really did have to acknowledge that, but I couldn't say I'd already been punished for that because of the gag.

So Bender took me over his lap and paddled me hard and relentlessly. By the end he took my gag off so I could plead for mercy and acknowledge him as my superior. He now refers to me as little boy, and I have to call him Sir. To cement this, I had to lick him all over, with much emphasis on feet, pits, dick and crack. Benson was watching throughout.

I then had to beg for a bumming, promising my obedience, and agreeing I am the real bender not him because I've always wanted to get bummed and it was obvious I was a little bender from the first time he met me. He then took great delight in removing my plug and preceding to bum me hard, making me shout out "I'm a little bumboi who loves it up my arse".

Of course what with all the stimulation and the restriction of the cock cage it didn't take long. His balls must have been full as there was much more jizz coming out of my hole after he pulled out. Bender pointed out how curious Benson was, and how his dick was starting to poke out through his fur. Sure enough, hearing his name, he padded over to investigate – he paid a lot of attention to the smell of the jizz between my legs and he started to lick. I was about to get up, but Bender said 'don't you dare' and re-gagged me. Now there was no way to protest, while Bender did his best to encourage Benson to mount me, pulling him onto my back, his front paws were on my neck. He also seemed to press down on Benson's rump so I could feel his stiffness on my buttocks.

Of course Benson soon got the idea, and Bender gave an excited running commentary of how his dick was expanding. I knew that cause I could feel it nudge against my bottom. I hoped it would just be like when he humps my leg sometimes and that I'd just end up with a load of dog jiz on my buttocks or legs. But of course Bender had other ideas. he wanted me to know I was the lowest of the low, and was brave enough to help Benson by taking his hardon so its head was against my hole. Benson did the rest as he was already thrusting quite urgently, and of course now it was pushing into my hole, rather than just rubbing against my skin. It was horrible, but I couldn't do anything about it. Worse, Bender reached under me and with a few tickles got me as hard as I could get too, which he loved as further evidence of the slut I am.

I didn't know much about dogs – and would have never touched Benson's dick as I would be too scared of getting badly bitten. But clearly dogs are one of Bender's things, and he explained knotting, which was at least reassuring as I could feel it swelling in my hole and becoming very painful. He warned me not to panic or try and bolt – it was too late. Benson thrust away, his claws scratching me in his eagerness. he soon must have achieved orgasm.. and a few pulls of Bender's hand on me gave me a dry orgasm too. I think that made me feel worse, what sort of pervert enjoys being bummed by a dog

Benson relaxed and got off my back, but of course he was unable to pull his dick out of me instantly, and we just stayed on all 4s, ass to ass, till eventually he softened and pulled out with a plop. Bender replugged me instantly. He put me in the cage to think about what had happened. I don't suppose he's told anyone, and I have only told you. Please don't tell anyone.

Of course I had to do my duties knowing what had happened. The only thing Bender did when Dean came back was say "I think we have reached an understanding", while ungagging me, and clicking his fingers pointing towards his uncaged dick, which I immediately sucked. Dean was amused but soon put a stop to it, as Bender had to have his dick re-caged.

They worked me hard, and it was hard to stay in good spirits knowing my bum was full of another slave's and a dogs jizz, and working hard with the heavy but tight chains that Dean had decided upon really hammered home that I was a slaveboy. It was also hard hearing Dean ponder why I had let a slave bum me. I couldn't answer gagged of course. I so wanted him to know I had been paddled hard till I submitted. I don't know what he will think if he knew I'd submitted to his dog too. I tried to throw myself into the work instead. I couldn't even explain when he briefly removed my gag as it was quickly replaced with his dick. I sucked enthusiastically as I wanted him to know I was a good slave. I hoped I was better than Bender, even if it was hard to really concentrate with what he was doing to my winkle with the hoover.

He certainly was pleased to spunk over my face. He said it was a good thing, as it not only was a good look for a slave, but was a constant reminder that I was still a boy, and unable to do such a thing. He takes great delight in my life at home now, asking me to tell him all about uncle Darren; which he think is hilarious, how I have on-line fame as an immature naughty bedwetter. He also makes fun of how my only friend is now Adam and says I should be grateful he wants to be friends given how I get him into trouble. Obviously he didn't want to listen it was the other way around, especially when he pointed out that it was me by the coastguard station for the whole afternoon, when I told him about the beach day.

After he re-gagged me, he actually pondered why I was so naughty, but yet he knows everything that is happening to me. All the same he really seems to believe that I AM naughty and very immature and thinks that if I wasn't a slave I'd just be an annoying naughty little brat these days. He wonders how I will behave back at school, and reminded me it's not unheard for a boy to be put back a year and if I continued they might think I would be better in the prep school.

Obviously it was quite a shock for his mum to return. I don't know who looked more scared, me or Dean. As far as I was concerned the game was up – as I was naked in a tight harness, plugged, ringed with a little stiffy and collared and gaged. That's why he did all the talking and I could only nod in agreement. When she asked him to un-gag me, I think my explanation of how Uncle Darren babysits me helped her understand, as she wanted lots of details about everything from nappying to punishment. When I confirmed he does take my shorts down and smack my bare bottom in public if I need it, it seemed to confirm something to her.

As you know I hold my winkle when I get scared now, and this was no exception.

When Dean left us alone she asked me lots of questions. I tried to lie occasionally when my answers were becoming embarrassing but she could tell immediately and gave my bare bottom many hard slaps so I soon stuck to the truth. The only thing I kept secret was your involvement; I said it was my idea to join Jimmy in the naughty corner that one time and that things seem to start from there. I said I had a weight of guilt because of what I had done, then cursed myself cause it meant I had to elaborate about what I did with those boys and what I tried with Dean. I think that's what made her appalled – that I could have easily turned Dean into a bumboi, and I think this more than anything made her convinced that being a slave was the right path for me. Unlike Dean who was just guessing, she was sure my immaturity from everything from naughtiness to bedwetting was a direct link to my shame. She said without slavery I could drop out completely and that I was lucky that Dean and his family could fill my life with purpose. Hard work would distract me from naughtiness and bad behaviour.

She said it was unfortunate that slavery was taboo in our society, and that in many cultures I would be a natural slave. She also worried that unlike her husband's friend, I had more predatory base instincts that slavery might not be able to control once my balls started to develop, and said that, left to her, I'd have my balls replaced by implants. She says it's a mixture of my shame, and the fact I still have no testosterone that makes me accept Uncle Darren's authority.

She could see I was sceptical but I was to scared to refute this. After all – you make me accept Uncle Darren's authority – but in her head it was very clear. I was scared of him; he could smack my bottom hard, and I was ashamed I was an out of control bedwetter which was of course a great shame so that was why I accepted his authority unconditionally. I tried to say no but she said she would put it to the test and said she was going to tell Uncle Darren I was getting worse and went to the phone. Of course I went to pieces and begged her not to, and she smirked, and I realised I had been tricked. Especially when she pointed out how tightly I was holding my winkle.

So yes, she said slavery was the best thing for me, but her family needed protection, and that's when she started making the tapes, making me say the things I had said and things she added so she could get them down convincingly. Why I needed it (my deep guilt); what happens without slavery (immaturity, naughtiness, bedwetting and the danger of me abusing little boys) and why Dean was the best master for me.

She is going to get me some medication which apparently blocks the production of Testosterone, and will keep me obedient and compliant for another couple of years but with the same immaturity, but that as soon as I start to produce sperm I need to talk to her again and she will review the options.

She then re-gagged me and worked me hard till she put me in the cage. Of course I didn't sleep well, wondering if what she said was true. You have said consistently that it was my idea to bare my bottom and join Jimmy for corner time; that it was me who started pissing my pants; that it was me who started bedwetting and couldn't stop; that it was me who showed daddy I needed to be put back in shorts, and needed my bottom smacked all the time; it was me who accepted Uncle Darren's authority and complied completely with his instructions. Same for accepting the word of Craig. and that it was me who gets into trouble all the time with Adam. It was also you who said I looked proper friends with Adam not just going through the motions. Of course I woke up in a puddle of wee when Dean came to wake me. I felt like I had only been asleep for an hour or so. He made me lick it up before he got me back to work while he lay in the hammock, saying he felt tired. He apparently felt it was my fault that he had to get up early to get me to work and he would remember that when he had some more energy.

I was present in the morning when Dean's mum warned him about sex, and asked again if he needed his dick locked. It seems his mum is pretty experienced in the ways of dominant boys like Dean.

The rest of the visit was a constant stream of work with occasional swots on my bare bottom when they felt I was slacking. Mistress gave me my first weekly pill, I don't know where she got them from. She could tell I was upset; it was one thing talking about it in the night, but another actually taking something that would put off something I crave more than anything. She told me to see Uncle Darren as Dean told her about me having to lick up my wee as I had wet myself again.

In fact I was going to see Uncle Darren sooner than I thought, as when I got home, Mummy and Daddy announced they had a night out because Jimmy was going on a date with Jenny and wouldn't be back till later in the evening, and they didn't want to bother with putting me to bed at 7.

Turns out Uncle Darren was pleased to see me cause he was getting what he called 'double bubble' – two boys to babysit for one night. Turns out a kid called Colin was there, thanks to the blog. Colin is 8, red-haired and freckled. He recognised me immediately. on one hand it was good to meet another nappy boy, but on the other he was making more progress than me. He kept asking questions like "Is it true that…" and all the embarrassing things.

The only good thing was that Colin earned himself a smacked bottom cause he lied about progress. We leaned that you have to be honest with yourself. My smugness didn't last long as then I had to review my progress, and the lack of any dry nights meant I got a smacked bottom too.

I'm home now, but have to go shopping so I will send you this for now. We made some blogs of course during my visit. You might have seen them already?

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pp,

Good to hear from you and I am even more excited about your trip to Morocco now Auntie Maggie (or I should say your Mistress) knows all about you. There is going to be no respite for the little slave-boy now is there for the whole time. Three weeks of finding out what it is really like to be a slave-boy. Females always bring something new to the situation, Auntie Sue certainly is establishing new rules for you and I think Jenny will help the development of Jimmy in his training of you as I am sure she is getting lots of advice from Auntie Sue on how to handle naughty little boys. It's a shame the only female not to pull her weight is your mother but I suppose she has had to put up with you the longest and has the most to be ashamed off. I expect she blames herself and is just grateful that others are prepared to try and change you.

Of course the ginger boy wanted to see you get a smacked bottie, who wouldn't enjoy it. I certainly did and Jimmy and Jenny did, Adam always does when he is not getting one as well and Auntie Sue had a big smile on her face as she was giving it to you. We know Craig and Darren enjoy you getting them as does your daddy and Mr Burns. Even the old man who's house you vandalised seemed to enjoy watching you get your just desserts. I think the only thing everyone likes more than seeing you getting a smacked bottom is giving you one. So although ginger wanted to see you get a smacked bottom it was you who decided to be naughty and give him his wish. How right you are about naked boys being at the bottom of the chain with clothed boys even if the naked boys are older, especially when they have tiny little winkles. Wouldn't it be great if you had to go and join the junior boys not just for cross-ountry runs but for all your lessons, I'm sure they would have you under control for the full school day with a little help from Dean, Daniel and Smithy. I wonder if we can make it happen. I am sure with your diet and the pills your Mistress is going to give you, you will fit in physically as well. I will have to give it some thought.

I agree it was really funny seeing you in the armbands, to see a tall skinny boy in blow-up arm bands and nothing else was much funnier than if you were totally naked. It was excellent the way you were still wearing them when you were standing outside the shed even though you were not going in the sea again. Wouldn't it be brilliant if your dreams came true.

The pictures Dean sent me of you in the harness are tremendous. Even when not ringed the way the front strap splits and pulls your little balls up and your little winkle sits on top is great but when you have your little stiffy pointing up as well that is really funny and then when you are ringed and the strap is under the rings so it is trapped and pulling up must make you aware of the strain all the time as well as the back strap which holds the butt plug so tight in your little hole but even without one I reckon you will feel it rubbing up and down your crack when you move. I reckon inside your house and Auntie Sue's you will be nakkie when you have it on most of the time and even when you are allowed to wear shorts it won't be much better as they will make it tighter if a bit softer. You better not have a dirty bottie or you will have skid-marks in your shorts which Jimmy and daddy won't like. I love the idea of you having to prance along in your harness as you are made to walk along on tip-toes. As you say even shorter people than you can do it as they just pull the reins up high.

I have to agree with you that dignity and you are two words that won't ever go together again. Slave-boys of course have no dignity and nor do naughty little boys if their parents have any sense when dealing with their naughtiness. As the naughtiest boy in England there is a lot for everyone to deal with. Jenny also apparently said to Dean and Jimmy how funny she found it that you were even more of a thumb sucker than Adam and it would be good for him to see you doing it and being told off for it and punished so I expect Jimmy will be giving you the signal lots more as Dean says he is really keen to keep Jenny happy, he can't believe a girl nearly a year older than him wants to be his girlfriend and he is going to do anything to keep her happy.

He said he had noticed she gets even friendlier when he punishes you or embarrasses you, they'd had their first real snog and she had even felt his dick through his shorts after the park spanking and wall time, and after the beach she had let him touch her breasts and she had even squeezed him putting her hand inside his board shorts. He asked Dean if he thought it was wrong to do more to keep her happy but Dean explained you needed lots of strict control so if he got a few extra treats for doing it, he should just see it as a reward for doing such a good job. He should remember all the times you were nasty to him before and didn't get punished and just count anything extra he did to please Jenny as punishment for one of them and now they are going on their first date. I wonder what Jimmy will do to make sure there is a second.

Yes I did see the new blog with you and Colin. I liked it very much as it included so much. You looked good in your naughtiest boy tee shirt. I am glad Jimmy sent you in it and there have been a lot of comments from parents and uncles asking where they can get one for their naughty boy although they think you might be the naughtiest. As I said you looked good in it especially when Darren removed the shorts and showed the arrow pointing down to a very red bottom. I was really glad he made you take it off before you started your tea or it would have got very dirty.

What a lovely picture it made with Colin sitting at the table in his shorts and shirt with a knife and fork eating his fish fingers, chips and peas and you sitting in the high chair nakkie except for your harness with your hands behind your back with a bowl of horrible looking mush. I wasn't sure what it was until Uncle Darren explained that you had been refusing to eat your vegetables and even spitting them out so this was a way to make sure a naughty little boy got all the goodness of vegetables and couldn't choke on them if he played up. If you spat this out it could just be scraped up and re-fed to you.

He also explained it was a good way to use up old vegetables that hadn't been eaten at previous meals and it was surprising how long vegetables lasted after they were cooked as they weren't like meat or fish that might go off and poison someone. While they might smell a bit and not taste so good they wouldn't do any harm. He certainly squeezed your nose hard, pulling it up so you had to open your mouth wide while he shovelled that gloop in. You didn't spill much because Uncle Darren is obviously experienced in feeding toddlers and any that did drop down like he said he could quickly scoop up and shove it back in.

It was a nice touch to get Craig to feed you your pudding after he had had his, that delicious looking ice-cream although I wasn't sure your movement really caused Craig to tip it all down your front into your lap and he did giggle a lot but he said it was your fault and Darren agreed so I assume it must be true. So poor you had to sit there for ages with your winkle and balls covered in ice-cream sitting on that coconut matting Uncle Darren had put in your high chair. He explained normally the matting would make a boy concentrate on being good and getting through the meal as quickly as possible but you were such a naughty boy it hadn't worked for you but he thought next time you would be more co-operative. He showed his watch and then went to play a game with Craig for being a good boy and eating his dinner nicely like a big boy.

When he came back he showed his watch again and you had had to sit there for an hour. Then he got you down and removed the harness. He made you stand there with your hands on your head while he got a big bowl of water. He then made you stand in the bowl. He was wearing big rubber washing up gloves, I wasn't sure but there seemed to be ice in the water. He certainly got plenty of water on you as he washed off the ice-cream although I hadn't realised so much had gone on your bum and in the crack but he certainly scrubbed away there making you bend over and pull your cheeks apart. I understood what he meant about not giving you a towel because of your nappy rash and that it was better for you to air dry. He and Craig had another game while you stood there hands back on your head.

I'm not sure how long you stood there as obviously Darren didn't film everything so the next thing was him discussing your nappy rash and now Craig was doing the filming. He explained that on your legs and bottom cheeks it was much better but not your winkle, scrotum or bottom hole. He said this was probably because the people putting it on had been embarrassed about touching those parts and so hadn't put enough on or rubbed it in hard enough. He said people shouldn't be embarrassed as it was a medical procedure and for the nappy rash boy's benefit. Craig was standing a bit away so we couldn't really see the rash but then Uncle Darren, still wearing his thick washing up gloves made you bend over and pull your cheeks apart so he could really work the cream in. He sure used a lot, I will have to send some more.

We couldn't really see what he did as you were in the way but I reckon he worked his thumb in your hole. Good job Benson had stretched it for you. It was good to see you smiling through it and saying it tingled when he complained about you moving around. I reckon a lot of little boys with nappy rash are not going to be happy with you when they find out how much it stings and I am sure their parents will be trying it as Uncle Darren was really convincing how good it was when properly applied. I wouldn't be surprised if he doesn't get sent some samples by the manufacturer for doing such a good advert for them. I liked the way when he had finished rubbing it into your balls and winkle he held the tin up next to them showing the maker's name and said "Banish nappy rash with Tanner's Healing Cream".

I think he must have been talking to someone because he seems to have got some good ideas and I don't think they came from his mother. The final bit is you kneeling with your legs spread wide by a spreader bar which I wonder where he got that from. First you were cleaning your harness and then you were scrubbing the coconut matting. Uncle Darren finished by saying little boys who make a mess should always be made to clear it up and reminding people that the cream should be allowed to dry fully, at least an hour before a boy is allowed to have clothes or sit on anything and they needed to keep their legs wide apart all the time. By now the camera is behind you and from what I could see that cream in your crack wasn't going to dry in an hour more like two or more. I do hope he made use of the fact that you had to stay like that, did he have any other jobs for you to do. You need to keep your cleaning and other skills up.

Talking of Benson I was shocked to hear that you did not tell Dean about Benson fucking you. I have told you before you are not allowed any secrets about your sex life from him or I as your two masters. You have told me and I will give you twenty four hours to tell him or I will. I know he is going to be unhappy with you keeping a secret from him and he will probably be cross with Bender for giving you an orgasm, you were there as his reward, not for your pleasure. I am really surprised at Bender I didn't think he liked you. Well I am sure by the time Dean and his dad have finished with him he won't make that mistake again.

I doubt Dean will really mind about Benson as it was always going to happen one day although he probably would have wanted to be there for the first time and I would have loved if it had been filmed so I could watch it. On the other hand he may well think that Benson deserved a treat for controlling you so well during your punishment. I certainly do, I do hope Dean will film it next time. Well I am pretty sure it won't be the last time Benson makes love to you, now he knows what to do, he seems a particularly clever dog but perhaps he will settle for a blowjob when you're plugged or in your harness. You better not let him damage your harness in trying to get to your bumhole.

Dean tells me that his mum thinks it would really be better and safer to have your balls cut off and leave you in this state forever and she suggested she could arrange an accident so you would need an operation. If he wanted it they could do it in Morocco as it would be easier to get away with it although she was sure they could do it in England as well. He told her not at the moment as he liked to play with them and torment you with them but if he changed his mind he would let her know. At the moment he is happy as long as they stay little and you don't get any hair or start shooting. So I suggest you don't miss out on the pills your mistress gives you and hope she doesn't just trick you by giving you just an ordinary pill like an aspirin. She is going to get you a winkle cage in Morocco that will even fit your tiny one as young slaves are often fitted with them out there which you will have to wear when you come back as much as possible.

She is wondering how she could persuade your mother that it would be a good idea. She was thinking if Aunty Sue caught you doing something dirty with Adam she would speak to your mother. Anyway early days yet, you haven't even got one yet. Dean is well aware of what a little slut you are becoming so will take his parents advice in not letting you have so much fun as a frustrated slave works so much better and you have been having too many treats for such a poor slave. So I will expect that you will be giving him pleasure at the earliest opportunity after you touch down possibly in a toilet in the airport I don't think you will be getting any relief yourself anytime soon.

I'm glad you kept my involvement secret but it was your idea to go and join Jimmy on the landing, I wanted you to wet your bed. I would have thought you would have realised by now that I only guide you to protect other children and help you to find your proper place in the world, most of the ideas are yours or situations you arrange. Your mistress has had the truth just she doesn't know about my guidance and that is the way it better stay.

So there needs to be another trip to help Mr Burns, he is missing you and he won't be able to wait until you get home. He seems very keen to have more fun with you so as you are banned from having an orgasm I would suggest you don't let him fuck you as you always get really randy when you are fucked be it a boy or a dog and I am sure Dean's dad wouldn't like to come after a neighbour. So I suggest you get your lips round his dick before he chooses the other end. You've also got to go and get your winkle re-blacked to please Dean, the way Darren was rubbing away with the water and cream I wouldn't be surprised if it hasn't faded.

Who's taken you shopping and what were you buying? Did you end up like your dream naked in your harness in the shop. Don't forget to let me know what else happened at Uncle Darren's that wasn't videoed. Think just four more days until you fly off to Morocco, I do hope that won't be the last time I see you, I would really miss our emails and seeing you in your bedroom. Have fun with Adam.

Your Master

Hi Master

Yes my overnight with Uncle Darren was not very nice. He knows how to get under my skin and intimidate me now, and it's horrible knowing he has this power over me now. It seems to have been gradual but he also seems to know it now. I've seen some of those blogs where now just a stern look can have me reach for my winkle or suck my thumb, and it looks like I'm close to tears when he threatens me with a smacked bottom, especially when he uses the slipper on me.

I thought it might be better with him looking after Colin too, but it just seemed to make him determined that I should be treated youngest because I had the biggest bedwetting problem. So Colin didn't get the harness nor the high chair, and he only got his bottom smacked that once. Colin also noticed I was a thumbsucker and a winkle holder and said I was a baby. Of course that was before we had tea; I couldn't believe Darren put me in the high chair nakkie and not only pulled back in the harness, but also with my hands restrained too. Colin really believed the explanation on the video – that I was a naught badly behaved boy who wouldn't eat his veggies without throwing them around. I mean I'm 13years old!!! And of course it wasn't just him, it seems all our followers believe it too. Some boys explained they used to be like me, and it's best not to be so naughty. Some mummys have swapped tips on how to cope with little boys who won't eat properly. Most grown ups agree wth Ucnle Darren that a period of feeding will help me come to my senses, referencing how upset I was throughout the feeding ordeal.

He even got me to promise I'd behave and eat like a big boy half way through as he kept pushing spoon after spoon of that slurrey into my mouth. As you said, it was worse when he kept spooning up bits that came out. And I kept being compared to Colin too of course, and how much more mature he was.

Colin made the most of feeding me too. I really wanted that ice cream to take the taste away, but Colin kept saying "Does the little boy want ice cream?" and of course I couldn't reach for it or anything. He just kept bringing the spoon close to my mouth before saying things like how I was just like his little brother, and that he can't say much yet except i-cream, bruvva, mummy, daddy. So he got me to say "i-cream Buvva" a few times, and that's when he dropped it down my front. I think it was an accident, but it was very upsetting as I really wanted it to take the taste away. It's really annoying that on the blog I just look like a wriggly excitable kid who wants ice cream and probably knocked it out of his hand.

You are right that the coconut matting wasn't good either, I didn't notice until I was sat down, and it was really irritating. That's why I was wriggling so much by the time the ice cream came out. I didn't like sitting there all alone. I just ended up thinking about lots of things and got a bit upset. Darren has now posted a new time lapse film of me sitting there for the hour, shouting out for Uncle Darren and getting upset. Luckily with my hands tied behind me I couldn't suck my thumb cause I really wanted to and that would have been even worse. I didn't even realise I was being recorded.

Of course the washing was humiliating as was the rash cream being applied. I really didn't like being the only nakkie boy either, especially as Colin kept staring at my winkle.

He's since put another blog up about bedtimes. This was about coping with two bedwetters and how mummys can reduce the work by introducing competition between two brothers. As an example, because Colin is making much more progress he was given the part of being in charge of bedtimes. He is very bossy and was able to give me a bath and then nappy me. Actually off screen Darren had to show him a lot, and then Colin did it again for camera. So even though Colin and I shared the big cot and were both nappied, I was put to bed and Colin was allowed to bath and get nappied without me watching. So I only got to see his winkle briefly when he was smacked and I'm not sure if he is bigger than me or not.

I was pleased when Colin was collected first in the morning, though I was still in my wet nappy by the time his mummy came.

Before I went home, Jez called by. He said Craig wanted to do an inspection. I was quite pleased as Uncle Darren is much more subservient when Craig is around, and it probably saved me from doing a blog about when and how to slipper a naughty boy. We went around and found Bryan, Max and Ian waiting for us, which I could see made Darren uncomfortable as he's not done a full inspection before, and of course these three always knew him as nappy boy. But now that's me of course. They know he is in charge of me as my babysitter though. Craig eventually emerged and we went to the woods for the inspection. We all stripped naked, and I actually felt good about seeing Darren bare – he is defo a winkle boy. As it was Darren's first time Craig made us line up again in order of size. In the absence of Jimmy, Bryan is now the biggest, followed by Ian then Max. There was much anticipation – would nappy boy (as they kept calling Darren) be bigger than Jez or Pisspants (me)?

Jez was put in line next much to Darren's disappointment, but then he was put in line next followed by me. Once again I was the smallest, then Criag announed that unlike the others I might even be getting smaller. He said I seemed to have lost ½ cm [0.2"] hard. I hope it was the cold affecting me more, but maybe the Mistress's tablet is doing something? It meant of course I had to kiss Darren's winkle and admit that "Pisspants is smaller than Nappyboy"

It gave me a lot to think about as I went home – wondering about what that drug actually does. I hope Adam doesn't ask to measure me again soon, just in case it is that.

Of course Uncle Darren's most horrible legacy is the harness. Now Jimmy is used to it he does like putting it on me, but so far not indoors. Aunty Sue has one for Adam too, which he is not happy about. Of course I had it put on when we went shopping; Jimmy was keen to show how useful it was in the supermarket to keep me out of harms way by keeping the reins really tight. It was horrible when I saw other boys, and mummy obviously noticed and said if 'I wasn't so naughty I could walk around like a normal boy too'. She bumped into a friend who asked why I was in a harness so she explained all my naughtiness in front of her little boy. he found it very amusing when it came to the smacked bare bottom part. Jimmy gave me the suck thumb signal too. So you are right: no dignity again.

On the way home I bumped into Smithy who wanted to talk to me so I asked Mummy if I could go with him. Of course he was keep to keep the harness on and wanted to know all about it, so I had to explain how I had been getting into trouble a lot over the holiday. He really wants to go to the beach with me now. He thought it was particularly amusing how I had my pants pulled down for a bare smacked bottom outdoors and no one seemed to notice I wasn't too old for that sort of thing. As you know he loves exposing boys, but he's always done it around other boys and I don't think he considered he could get away with it with adults around.
Clearly something connected as he started raising his voice and telling me off that he was "Sick and tired" of my sulking and other such things, and then adding I needed my bottom smacked, and before I knew it he was sitting on a bench and pulling my shorts and pants down. He really smacked me hard and it wasn't long before I was crying which just spurred him on. He made it clear he'd only stop when I showed I was sorry and wouldn't do it again. Of course I needed no second invitation and the words come pretty easy these days,, even though I had done nothing wrong. But at least he stopped. He got me to my feet and I saw that a few passers-by had stopped to watch. Including Adam and his mum, He had a big smirk. I got my pants and shorts back on and he led me off.

I could tell the whole thing turned him on as he had a bulge in his jeans. After a while I asked him if he liked my bum, but of course he wouldn't admit to that and was a bit aggressive, asking if I wanted to walk without pants. Instead he said my winkle looked a bit grey and needed a touch up, so dragged me back to his. So at least I didn't have to ask to get it redone.

He's been playing with the formulation and thinks this will last even longer – so once again he got me hard and painted it on doing the head again and wrapped it in clingfilm. Mindful of Dean, I tried a different tack and asked if he thought it was gay to bum another boy? He said it was but sounded unsure so we discussed it and by the end he'd agreed that it was only the boy who took it up the arse who was a gaylord. The only thing that would make it gay for the other was if he fancied the boy he was bumming. The penny obviously dropped 'cause after a while he turned to me and asked me if I was a bumboi and wanted a bumming. Throughout this Smithy was his usual arrogant and sneery self – I know he used to be desperate to be my friend and now it seems his ability to strip me, spank me and blacken my winkle is a great substitute. I really didn't want to add further evidence to make him feel even more superior, but I knew what I had to do. So I admitted that's exactly what I was and what I wanted.

I obviously underestimated his intelligence – which is very hard, trust me. He obviously thought I would deny being a bumboi and it generally seemed to throw him that I admitted it. He was stunned for a minute, saying, "you serious?" and, "Are you winding me up?" and I had to reassure him I was very serious. He got very cocky when he finally accepted I was telling the truth, telling me it was obvious now he thought about it, and that I was probably in awe of him. In fact I had to bow on hands and knees and beg for a bumming and tell him I was just a little bender who needed it. He got harder in his jeans as I begged, and just like Dean initially, he seemed a little shy about revealing his hardon. I had to add that he was the real man and I was the little bender for wanting it up the arse, which seemed to do the trick and he pulled down his jeans and pants. He's big – bigger than Dean actually, and once he got over the sheepishness got more and more cocky, wiping his dick over my face and making me admit how much bigger and stronger he was than me. He had me bend and spread – a bit like position 2 – and beg to be bummed. He got some Vaseline and lubed up his dick before bumming me hard – there was very little warm up. He just said you want this, you are getting it. I don't think he's ever fucked anyone so I guess this was an opportunity he was keen to take advantage of – no risk too. It didn't take long so he was soon filling my hole but it hurt as he was bigger and rougher than Dean.

He didn't seem interested in if it was my first time, so I didn't need to lie, as I assume you wouldn't have wanted me to tell so he would have known about the others. He obviously loved it as after, when he was polishing up my winkle, he got hard again. Incidentally he stayed bare arsed in just his t shirt after, and didn't seem shy at all after. So he gave me another bumming before he let me get dressed and leave. He will message me anytime he wants my ass and I'm to go to him without delay otherwise others might find out I'm a little bumboi.

Adam has been calling for me while I was out – I suppose he wants to find out why I was getting a smacked bum earlier. I'll go over in the morning.

pp

Chapter 57
10^th Monday (5^th Week)

pp,

I have just got off the phone from talking to Mr Burns. Seems to have really enjoyed your visit today. He was so happy to be able to help out your daddy and mummy and look after their naughty little boy while they went out to lunch with their mature son and his lovely girlfriend Jenny and then on to the theatre. Apparently your mummy said she was most grateful to him as she just couldn't trust you not to ruin the afternoon nowadays and it was such a relief knowing she would be able to relax and enjoy the day , She said she didn't know what had come over you so told him to stand no nonsense and not to hesitate to smack your bottom hard and treat you like the little boy you had decided to act like. She apparently said she would get Jimmy to bring you over in your harness as it seemed to be useful in controlling you as she and her husband were going into town first and would just pick Jimmy and Jenny up on their way to the restaurant.

I'm not sure she meant for you to go in just the harness but Jimmy and Jenny obviously thought it was a good idea. Mr Burns was very happy about it. He gave Jimmy some money to treat his 'young lady'. Mr Burns said he had thought about giving you some money for the jobs he was going to get you to do but decided you shouldn't be rewarded for being naughty but he didn't want to be thought of as a skinflint so gave the money to Jimmy.

Jimmy and Jenny went off laughing after apparently telling you to be a good little boy for Mr Burns or they would tell Uncle Darren. When Mr Burns asked who Uncle Darren was Jimmy explained about the blogs. Apparently Jimmy had shown Jenny your blogs on the computer while you did position four so you could answer any questions Jenny had. She giggled about you talking with your thumb in your mouth but she was going to show her mummy the blog. I do hope you haven't made things worse for Adam, he won't be pleased if his mummy gets ideas.
I understand Mr Burns got you to show him your blogs on his computer after lunch, He said it was fun having you wiggling your naked bottie on him while he watched you helping other boys who pissed themselves the same as you. He said it was great that he could be naked as well and loved your little bottom rubbing and squeezing his dick. He said he hadn't been as hard since he was in his twenties over forty years ago.
While I remember you are to go over to Adam's and say you want to measure again as you think you have grown and you want to check before you go to Morocco. It will be a nice surprise for him before he is abandoned by his little mate.

I had talked to Mr Burns before you came that if you were wearing your harness to make sure to tighten it up but he told me it was so tight he couldn't get it any tighter but he enjoyed trying. Apparently you admitted that Jenny and Jimmy had worked together to get it really tight

Mr Burns was pleased your dad had told him what a good window cleaner you are as he hadn't had his washed for ages. I loved the way he pulled the reins through your legs and tied them to the middle rung of the step-ladder so you could climb up and down it. You look so funny holding the ladder over one shoulder and your bucket and leather in the other hand. He told me he left you to get on with it while he went and got changed into his speedos because I had told him how much you liked him wearing them last time you worked for him. He said he didn't think you had been working hard enough as you had only washed one window so despite already having a very red and sore looking bottom he spanked you hard and for a long time and then whipped you with the soaking wet leather. He said that speeded you up especially when you did the windows at the front of the house. Lucky Mr Burns has a bungalow but it certainly has big windows especially at the back.

Mr Burns took a nice video while he was enjoying a drink in the garden of you doing the lounge window with those big sliding doors. You certainly were wiggling your bottom for the camera as you climbed up and down cleaning the glass. Mr Burns certainly has good eyesight as he kept spotting things you had missed, it was a shame he only spotted them after you had got down and moved the ladder along so you had to move it back and do them again. The sun was really shining down on the back of the house and you were really sweating by the time he was satisfied so it was kind of him to give you a wash down with the dirty window leather and water. He even released the strap from between your legs and gave you a nice rub.

I had warned Mr Burns that you were a greedy little boy who was eating too much so not to overfeed you but I also mentioned your problem with eating vegetables and told him about Uncle Darren's solution. It was lucky he had all those old vegetables he hadn't eaten over the week he said he gives them to an old lady for her pig. He said he took off your harness and had you sitting on his lap for lunch and while he ate his steak and chips he fed you bits of the old vegetables. He said you weren't happy but after he threatened to liquidize all the old vegetables and feed you the lot you decided to be a good boy and eat your vegetables. He said you had a great face, all screwed up and looking disgusted, each time he put a bit of vegetable in your mouth and it seemed to make you wriggle your bottom which he enjoyed, that's why he fed you so much.

He noticed you were holding your winkle and it was getting stiff so he decided to help you and started playing with it. He said you were enjoying it and opened your legs wide but as he thought you were getting close and jumped off his lap and started pleading with him to stop as you would get into trouble if you got the feeling, you weren't allowed one. He didn't know what you were talking about but you wouldn't explain just begged him not to make you have the feelings. He said his cock was so hard in his speedos and you must have noticed because you started to offer to suck him if he wouldn't give you the feelings.

Well he said you did a really good job following his orders, getting down on your knees and crawling across to him, using your mouth to pull his speedos down and then licking and sucking his old man's dick. He said he hadn't shot so much for years, even managed to spurt on your face before he finished cumming. He said he didn't have to even tell you to swallow what was in your mouth and he said you seemed much happier eating that then the vegetables he had fed you earlier. He was surprised when as soon as you had finished swallowing you came and cleaned up his dick and sucked the sperm off his old grey crinkly pubes.

He told me later what a well-trained slut you were and he wished he had known you offered such services before but it was certainly not going to be the last time he used you. He was going to check whether your daddy knew what his stepson liked to do. He said after the blog watching the rest of the day was a bit of an anti-climax even though he had you naked on your hands and knees with his sperm still on your face scrubbing the floors with an old toothbrush. When Jimmy came to pick you up he put you in your harness and handing the reins to Jimmy sent you off with a few hard smacks to your bottom.

Oh there certainly has been lots of comments on the website since Uncle Darren posted more blogs, just a shame he didn't have time to do the slippering blog. Yes that time lapse film is amazing, I bet Smithy would love to see it. Seeing a boy in his class, sitting nakkie in a high chair, crying and calling out for his ten year old uncle.

How lucky you were round there so you got to go to the gang meeting. So piss-pants is smaller than nappy boy. I wonder if you will be kissing Uncle Darren's winkle more in the future now he knows you are smaller than him.

It's good you bumped into Smithy as I was worried you weren't going to have time to see him before you fly off to Morocco and we sure wanted that little winkle to look its best as I reckon it is going to be on show a lot over the next few weeks. Things have really changed haven't they? Smithy now feels it is okay to take your pants down and smack your bottom in front of adults including Adam's mum and what is really great is no one who saw it happen thought there was anything wrong for you to be wearing a harness and getting your bottom smacked.

You are such a slut forcing yourself on him. Is it because Dean isn't allowed to fuck you at present or is it because he has a bigger dick than Dean's. Sounds you have made a hit and can be expecting to get your little hole filled on a regular basis in the future, I do hope he didn't give you an orgasm as you know you are on restrictions from your mistress. I do hope you have let Dean know about your sluttish behaviour with Smithy and Mr Burns. I hope he wasn't too cross.

I do congratulate you on not saying anything to Mr Burns about what is happening to you and that is the same I would expect from you with Smithy or anyone else. You must not lie about what you do or what happens to you but you must never say anything to embarrass or betray your masters or Dean's parents and you must take the blame. Anyway make sure you see Adam and do some measuring before you go to Dean's the night before you fly to Morocco. I look forward to your next email. I understand Dean's dad has ensured there is wifi at the accommodation so you can keep me informed of what is going on and Dean can send me any pictures or videos he takes. Do make sure you give Jimmy a nice present before you leave.

Your Master

Hello Master

Yes I'm sure Mr Burns enjoyed my visit. I was very upset that I wasn't allowed to go to the theatre. It was something Mummy and I have done every summer holiday. She said I was just too naughty and unless my behaviour improved the last thing she would be doing is taking me on treats. I tried to reason and I confess I lost my temper a bit. What you don't know is that she pulled down my pants and put me over her lap and gave me the wooden spoon on my bare bottom. Of course I was screeching by the end as it really hurts.

I don't know if it is a result of that the drug Dean's mum gave me – but I swear my bottom is more sensitive. And I feel close to crying more often. Do you know anything about it? I don't want to ask her.

Anyway – mummy certainly isn't holding back any more.

You are right,, Mr Burns was certainly pleased to see me. It was actually Jenny's idea I should be naked in just the harness as she said I definitely deserved bumbum time for the tantrum that Jimmy told her about, as its exactly what Adam would have had.

And of course it set in train what Mr Burns thought he could do. You heard right, I did panic when I thought I was getting those feelings. I had this strange idea I was being watched too, and it just reminded me of the rules. I definitely didn't want to suck him off though. He is so old and wrinkly.

For a moment today I felt normal. I woke up with a rare dry nappy, and got a star. I also met an old friend of mine from primary school days, called Michael. I had gone over to Adam's who had taken some money from his mum's purse. He said I had to go to the sweet shop for us as he was definitely not allowed. Anyway – Michael was there and it was good to catch up. If he had any thoughts about my small shorts and childish t shirt he didn't say anything, though he looked way older than me. He was keen to come back to my house for old times sake cause he remembered the kewl computer games I had. Of course I didn't want him to see my spartan room, nor did I want to have to ask Jimmy if we could, especially as he'd probably say no.

But he wouldn't take no for an answer and we walked back to mine. In the main it was kind of nice – its been a long time since a boy my own age talked to me as an equal, and we were chatting about school and stuff and what had happened to people we knew. My plan was to divert him into the garden with football so we went round the back. Of course it started to get awkward when he saw the nappies and plastic pants on the clothes line which I forgot about, and I'm afraid I lied that they were a cousin who was staying. It wasn't long before Jimmy came out to find out what was happening.

Of course the wheels fell off completely then. Jimmy wanted to know what I was doing when I was supposed to be 'playing with Adam' which made Michael snigger (playing) and try and work out who Adam was as he couldn't remember anyone of our age called that. Jimmy also noticed the bag of sweets in my hand and asked where I got those. Of course the sweet shop is not allowed, even if I had my own money any more (which I don't).

Obviously I was getting very red faced being told off. And Jimmy gave me the suck thumb sign too, and as I definitely didn't want to get into more trouble. Of course as soon as Michael saw that he became incredulous and started asking questions which Jimmy was happy to answer and embellish to explain how I was a naughty little boy and always in trouble and he was in charge of me. Jimmy made me give examples of naughtiness and I mumbled through a few, forgetting they were just in the last couple of days alone, a point Jimmy was happy to make, which made Michael agree how immature I was. Jimmy also asked Michael if I lied about the nappies and explained exactly who's they were.

Michael clearly didn't want to hang around me any more and made his excuses. But when Jimmy said it was just as well, because I needed my bottom smacked, he asked to watch as he'd never seen a boy smacked before. I pleaded not to get smacked but was still sent to the corner where I bared my bottom as normal. Michael expressed his astonishment how much I had gone backwards being a nappy boy and thumb sucker and still getting my bottom smacked. Jimmy even showed him a few of my blog posts with Uncle Darren while I just stood there humiliated with my bare bottom on show to a former close friend. I admit I cried a bit when I knew they were watching the bit where I was sitting nakkie in a high chair crying and calling out for my ten year old uncle.

It got worse when I shuffled over to stand in front of Jimmy with my black winkle on show and had to explain why I needed my bottom smacked. I had to tell Michael why it was black, and apparently there's a boy like me at his school who suffered the same fate,but he never thought I'd be a winkle boy too. I got smacked then and was soon a sobbing mess in front of Michael. He left soon after.

Jimmy sent me over to Adam then. It was lucky he forgot to confiscate the sweets as they were still in the garden, so I was able to take them to Adam. Although he was cross I'd taken so long, he noticed I'd been crying and I told him I got another spanking. I had to show him my bum of course. It was a good oppotunity to ask him to measure us again, as you wanted, given I had my shorts down anyway. I also had to explain how a big boy blacked my winkle again. Of course I hadn't grown, if anything got smaller. Last time I might have been a little bigger, than Adam but not this time but once again we chalked it up as a draw. I'm worried about next time. I hate to think what he'd be like if he thought he had a bigger winkle. He's not the type to ignore such a development.

He got a bit excited about the sweets eating far too many – I warned him he might get sick and sure enough, he threw up all over the carpet in his room which got his mum's attention. She saw the sweets and immediately interrogated us. Adam threw me under the bus saying I got them, but Aunty Sue knew full well I wasn't allowed sweets nor was I allowed pocket money any more. So I pointed at Adam when she demanded to know where I got the money. Of course she was furious and put us both immediately in the corner – though again she used that corner time she invented at the beach where we stand back to back holding the other behind us? Like the beach we were both naked as she made it clear it was bumbum time for the rest of the day anyway. It makes us both feel even more ashamed standing like that – we can feel each others bare bottom knowing it wont be just our own that is getting smacked hard.

She went on and on that we were both naughty boys as she cleaned up his sick.

I explained that Jimmy had already smacked my bottom for going to the sweet shop, but she asked if he had also smacked me for spending money I knew was stolen or eating sweets that weren't allowed? She had a point. So we both got well smacked, and had to spend the rest of the day doing bumbum time, much to the amusement of Jenny and her friend who both showed up. So that was why I had such a sore red bottie when I went to Mr Burns I had been smacked three times that morning and why I was naked because I was still doing bum bum time and I had to stay naked for the rest of the day after Jimmy fetched me from Mr Burns.

So yes. What started as a nice day ended up like any other recent one, loads of humiliation and a very very sore bottom.

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Chapter 58
10^th Wednesday (5^th Week)

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Well it's good you had such an interesting full day before you went off to Morocco, Were you a proud little boy to have a dry nappy and a gold star? I hope that is a good sign for your time in Morocco as I don't think your mistress will put up with a little slave-boy who pisses his bed whatever it may consist of.

It's always nice to catch up with old friends isn't it and catch up on their news. I bet he will be sure to recount to all your old friends he is still in contact with how you have turned into a very naughty thumb-sucking winkle boy who gets his bottom smacked by his younger brother and has a ten year old uncle to babysit him. I bet he took the website address so he can share it with them all. I wouldn't be surprised if you don't get some visits from your old friends when you get back just, checking whether it can really be true. Remember you must be truthful, polite and welcoming to free boys especially old school friends. Some of them I expect will be pleased to hear what has happened to the snobbish boy who was better than them and went to a private school because their school wasn't good enough for him.

I am so pleased your mummy is starting to deal with you properly, it's about time she did. It just goes to show how bad you have become, even your mummy doesn't want you around and is finally punishing you properly.

I don't know exactly which pills your mistress is giving you but they all have the same general effect, they stop your winkle and balls developing and often cause a bit of shrinkage. With some the shrinkage can be quite noticeable. Apparently you can not catch up from any loss of growth once you stop taking them. So depending how long you are on them for, you will be that many months or years short of your expected development and of course you won't be able to make sperm. Also the bump inside you will shrink so you won't get the same pleasure from having dicks up your bum, you will need bigger ones to get the same affect. Obviously you were never going to be very big so the loss of growing time will be more critical.
Some of the side effects are your voice is going to get squeakier and you will probably notice your nipples will swell and probably hurt a bit and your chest may get a bit puffy as probably will your bottie cheeks. This could be a good thing as it will give people more to smack. I haven't heard of people's skin becoming more sensitive although there seems to be general agreement that people taking them are more prone to getting upset and crying and acting like a wimp.

So I've heard about your last night in England and your flight over to Morocco from Dean. Sounds very exciting.

So Mummy and Daddy brought you over in the car, I'd have made you walk so you were lucky they were feeling kind. I expect mummy is happy to get you out of the way for a bit. Daddy won't be so pleased after talking to Mr Burns and hearing about how keen you were to suck him off and what a good job you did, he was determined to have his turn. Did he manage to squeeze one in before he dropped you off?

Dean said his parents had trouble keeping a straight face while your mother went on and on about how they shouldn't stand any nonsense for you and not let you spoil the holiday. Your mother told them that they mustn't be soft on you, that a few smacks weren't enough. She had been making that mistake but she now realised her hand wasn't good enough and they needed to use something to get through to you He said he had to cover his mouth to smother his giggles when she talked about how you were rather lazy and had expected to be waited on hand and foot but they were starting to get you to help around the house and with the neighbour. She told his parents that they must make sure you pulled your weight and helped with tasks when you were all on holiday. She told them they should get you to do anything they wanted as you should be grateful for them giving you this great experience. She also told them about bum bum time and how it seemed to be having a good effect so told them if it wouldn't shock them if you were naughty they should make you go naked for a time.

He said he couldn't believe it when his mum managed to say without laughing that she was grateful for the advice and while normally she would never do such things but as she was your mother she obviously knew you best and they would consider very carefully taking her advice. Your mother has no idea what you were in for or how she was giving them permission for it all. How did it feel hearing your mother talking about you in that way and knowing she was agreeing to you be their slave while you were away.

After all that advice they left and you could get into role. How did it feel seeing all your clothes and possessions being dumped in the utility room except your harness which your mummy had kindly packed. As soon as you were stripped, chained, plugged and ringed you were set to work packing for Dean and his parents while they ate and then were left to clean the house as they wanted it spotless while they watched telly. Dean's dad went to bed early as you were leaving early and he was driving. Dean followed shortly after and apparently his mother left you finishing your tasks with permission to sleep in Benson's basket as he had gone to kennels when you had finished. She went to bed at midnight and reckoned you had at least another hour of work. His dad found you at four when he got up curled up on the stone floor near Benson bed. Seems the basket was more uncomfortable with out his bedding than the stone floor.

Apparently it only took a couple of whacks with the wooden spoon to get you moving and after making sandwiches soon you were serving Dean and your mistress tea and toast in bed and then took their luggage out to the car, piling it up in the dog compartment. Then Dean's dad gave you an enema. Had you ever had one before and what did you think when he put those metal ball-bearings up your bum before he put your butt plug back in.

Then you travelled in the dog compartment with the luggage so Dean could stretch out on the backseat wrapped in his duvet and get some more sleep as did his mum in the front seat. Dean reckoned there wasn't a lot of room for you, you were rather squashed against the wheel arch by the luggage but you did have your shorts on. I hear Dean's dad wanted you to read his book to him for the journey to help him keep awake as he had only had six hours sleep. So did you enjoy the three hour journey. Do you remember when you always used to get the front seat on car journeys with your mummy?

So when you got to the airport car park, while the others were having the sandwiches and the drink you'd made you were sent to get a trolley and unpack the car. When they were satisfied and you had loaded the trolley with all their luggage you were bent over the back of the car, tailgate up had your shorts pulled off, butt plug yanked out then stood up and your cock ring removed. You were given your pull ups to put on and Dean put another of the ball bearings down the back of your pull ups then you were dressed in your naughtiest boy tee shirt and your shorts and a childish pair of pink sandals. Dean didn't know where they had come from but he said it was a real squash to get your feet into them and it was a good job you had no socks as they would never have fitted in. Finally your mistress put your harness on tugged it between your legs and tied it to the trolley and you pushed it to the terminal while your masters and mistress walked beside you unhindered by having to carry anything and wrapped in their coats against the early morning chill.

Once you all arrived and their luggage was dropped off for storage in the hold and they had their hand luggage it was through security. Dean's dad went through no problem, then Dean again no problem then it was your mistress, who was holding your reins and your turn. As you went through the security archway off went the alarm. You were pulled back by the reins and one of the security guards suggested that it might be the harness setting it off. So it was removed and put on the conveyor belt and you tried again. Through you went again but the alarm went off for a second time, you got patted down by a security guard who found nothing and asked your mistress if you had broken anything and had a metal plate put in your body. She appeared to have a sudden thought and called you back and pulled down your shorts and pull ups and 'found' the metal ball bearing in them. By this time the queue behind you had grown as they were held up. With a hard smack you were sent one more time throught the scanner with a bare bottom and your pull-ups hobbling your ankles you waddled through, black winkle and tiny scrotum on display to the security guards and those passengers who had cleared that hurdle.

When the alarm went off again the security guard looked puzzled and pulled the shorts and pull ups off your feet and searched them thoroughly. While he was doing that your mistress came through the scanner and grabbed you by the arm and bellowed, "Have you put the ball bearings up your bottie again you naughty boy?" and proceeded to smack your bottom again. Dean said your face went even redder than it had been and you started to cry. The queue started to move now the blockage was removed but they all looked at the crying little boy bare below the waist except for his sandals. He said their looks ranged from angry, to sneering to amusement but no one looked sorry for you. The guard called for his supervisor and apologised to your mistress but said unfortunately they couldn't let you through even though she had explained what the problem was. By the time the supervisor arrived Dean and his dad had joined you while your mistress continued to berate you, explaining how you had done this several times before and all you did was stand there saying sorry over and over again.

The supervisor took you all to an office and explained that while he did not disbelieve the story they still couldn't let you through until the ball bearings came out and you could go through the scanner without setting the alarm off. Dean's dad explained that their flight took off in less than an hour and when you had done this before the doctor had got them out by giving you an enema. Did they have the equipment here that would get them out. The supervisor explained that they were waiting for new supplies and only had an extra large adult nozzle left which he didn't mind using on criminal smugglers but he couldn't use it on a little boy like you even if you were a very naughty boy. Dean's father said he understood but they really didn't want to miss the flight and they weren't bound by the same rules as he was so if he would lend them the equipment he would do it and they could get on their way and stop wasting their time.

The supervisor agreed but said he would rather not take you down to the medical suite as then it would all have to be recorded officially but they could do it in the office here but there was only cold water and no toilet facilities but he could get a bowl in if that would be acceptable to them. Dean's dad said that would be fine so the Supervisor rang someone and asked for the equipment to be sent up. He informed you all that it would be about five minutes so Dean's dad asked him if he would do them one more favour. He said you were going to be punished for your disobeying them by stuffing them up your bum but he thought it would make a more lasting impression if the supervisor was to give you an initial spanking for wasting the time of himself and his staff and holding up other passengers.

Dean reckoned the Supervisor was keen but put up a token opposition saying he wasn't sure if he should but quickly agreed and Dean said he didn't hold back once he sat in his chair and pulled you across his knee and started whaling away on your bottie. Apparently he was still wailing away and you were sobbing loudly when two female security officers walked into his office carrying the equipment he had ordered. He explained to them what had happened and they thanked Dean's parents for being so considerate and wished more parents knew how to deal with brats that caused problems for them and other passengers.

While the supervisor finished off your spanking Dean's dad got the enema ready. One of the security officers did suggest that the bag was meant for a grown up and perhaps he didn't need to fill it so full for a boy but he told them you were used to them and they couldn't afford to not get all the ball-bearings out or they would miss the flight. The same officer did query the amount of soap he was using in the enema but got the same reply. The supervisor was requested to keep you over his lap for the enema which he was happy to do. After applying a small amount of lubricant to, according to Dean, an enormous nozzle and your bum hole his dad requested the supervisor to hold you tight while he roughly forced the nozzle up your bum. Once satisfied that it was firmly lodged in your backside he lifted the large bag and opened the tube to allow the water to start flowing in. He asked the man to hold the nozzle in and started to squeeze the bag to increase the speed of the flow of the water.

Once it was all in, the tube was disconnected and a plug put in the nozzle so nothing could escape and you were put to a series of exercises to make sure the liquid got to every part and speeded up the process. Dean said you looked so funny doing star jumps with your black winkle flopping around and your swollen tummy. He said you looked as if you were pregnant. His dad made you work hard with plenty of slaps to keep you going. The security staff found it very funny and suggested other exercises like burpees, sit ups, press ups, lying on your back and rotating your legs in the air like you were riding a bike upside down. Dean had a turn with you as a wheel barrow and he said he enjoyed seeing that large nozzle sticking out of your bum but he hopes it hasn't stretched you too much because he likes you to be nice and tight when he bums you. That's one of the reason he was worried about sharing you with his dad.

Eventually his dad gave in to your begging to be allowed to go and you were allowed to perch over the bucket and pull your plug out. Dean said you really struggled and were nearly in tears as you obviously were desperate to go but you couldn't get the nozzle out. Finally with a mighty pull you managed to rip it out and for the next ten minutes you perched over the bucket and emptied your insides out while they all stood around chatting and watching you. Dean was really getting worried that you were going to miss the flight as they could hear the final call for passengers for it.

The security supervisor spoke to your mistress and made a phone call. In the meantime Dean's dad made you search the dirty water in the bucket to find the ball-bearings. You were lucky you had already had an enema that morning so it wasn't that dirty. Eventually you found the missing ball-bearings and after the supervisor scanned you to make sure they were all out and you wouldn't set off any more alarms your mistress put your harness on, reins through your legs and apologising once again for your behaviour she dragged you out of the office and you all set off running through the terminal down the corridors to the airplane hearing further requests calling your names, saying the plane is ready to depart. I would love to see the cctv film of two adults and a teenager dragging a tall skinny kid dressed only in a tee-shirt by his reins and a harness with a very well spanked bottom. Perhaps it will appear on You Tube one day.

The plane must have been on one of the furthest stands away from the security office but you finally made it and rushed on board to be met by angry stares as Dean dragged you to the back of the plane while his parents had seats near the front. He took the window seat and you had the one next to the aisle. He says you tried to pull your tee-shirt down to cover your little black winkle as it was held up by the harness but he made you leave it alone and put the seat belt on you making sure not to obstruct anyone's view of it.

You had only been sat down for few minutes when the pilot announced that due to the late arrival of some of the passengers they had missed their take off slot and would now have to wait for air traffic to allocate them a new one. He didn't know how long this would be, but the airport was very busy. He requested everyone to stay buckled up in their seats as when they got the next slot they would only have a few minutes to use it and he was sure no one wanted to miss the next one. There was a loud murmur of anger all over the aeroplane and you and Dean got dirty looks from people around you.
Dean saw his dad talking to the steward who went forwards into the cockpit and emerged a few minutes later and came back and spoke to Dean's dad who unbuckled and walked towards you from the front of the plane. As he was walking down the aisle the captain came on the tannoy and told everyone on the plane that he now understood that the delay had been caused by a naughty boy who decided, despite being punished before, to stick his ball-bearings up his bottom as he was told he could not bring them on holiday. He naturally had set the security alarm off and it had taken some time to remove the objects before he could be allowed to fly. With his parents permission while they were waiting for a new slot he was going to impress on the boy how much trouble he had caused and how many people he had inconvenienced. He assured the passengers that this would not delay them any further. While the captain was speaking Dean's dad arrived and unbuckled you and pulled you out of your seat and dragged you down the aisle by your ear twisting it and pulling down so you were bent forward.

You were taken into the cockpit and the door shut but the tannoy was left on so everyone heard you answering the captain's questions admitting you were a naughty little boy who had pushed ball-bearings up your bottie cos you wanted to take them on holiday with you and how sorry you were. The next sounds were of a hand slapping a bare bottom with the captain berating you about how you had caused problems for everyone and everyone was going to be late because of you. Dean said above the slaps and the Captain's voice was you wailing saying sorry over and over again.
When the Captain had finished you were brought out and had to stand at the front and were given the microphone and made to apologise to everyone on the plane. As you had sobbed your way through your apologies again, the Captain announced they had received a new take-off slot and all passengers should retake their seats, buckle up and make sure everything was stowed away safely and they would be taking off very shortly. He announced that once they were safely airborne and the seatbelt sign was off a naughty boy would be doing his corner time at the back of the plane by the toilet. He hoped this would not inconvenience any other passengers. While he was making this announcement the steward was encouraging you back to your seat with more slaps to your bum. Dean said he buckled you into your seat and Dean noticed he gave your winkle a little stroke.

So once the plane was cruising and the seatbelt sign went off the steward came back and Dean told you to put your hands on your head and asked the steward with a grin if he would help you get your seat belt off. With the steward close to you on one side no one could see what happened except Dean who watched the steward stroke and pull on your winkle until you had a proper stiffy. He then undid your buckle and Dean said to him "Will you please make sure he stands up straight the whole time he is doing his corner time he is inclined to droop unless he is encouraged". The steward winked and said that would be no problem.

So you spent the first hour of the journey standing by the toilet with your hands on your head doing corner time. I have never heard of a boy doing corner time on an aeroplane, perhaps it has happened on a private jet. Dean said he had never seen so many people use the toilet so early in a flight at times there was a queue. He couldn't see but he heard a few slaps. He said the steward kept popping back in between his other duties especially when there weren't any people queuing to use the toilet and Dean heard plenty of slaps then. Finally you were allowed back to your seat but the steward insisted on putting your seatbelt back on informing Dean he thought it was best that you were kept under control for the rest of the journey. Of course while doing this he took advantage to make sure your black winkle was standing tall (well as tall as it ever gets).

A few minutes later he returned informing you that your mummy wanted to see you at the front of the plane so you had to walk to the front. Dean reckons everyone on the plane was looking at you. Your mistress when you got there unbuckled your harness and pulled from her bag your pullups and shorts and made you lift your feet so she could dress you in them announcing loudly that she didn't want you causing more trouble by having an accident in your seat.

The rest of the journey was uneventful. You obviously didn't get a drink or food when the rest of the passengers were served theirs. You must have been getting a bit hungry and thirsty by now as you hadn't eaten since lunch the day before, I assumed your mummy fed you before you were dropped off at Dean's. The steward did come and release you twice more to go and see your mistress so she could check you hadn't wet yourself explaining loudly that they were just getting to grips with your nappy rash and she didn't want it getting worse again with you sitting in a wet pull up.

Getting off the plane and going through passport control were no problem and while Dean's dad and mum were waiting for the luggage they agreed to Dean's request to allow him to have an orgasm as it had been so long and they had said he could when they landed in Morocco. His dad said as he had been so good he could but he had to make sure you didn't have one as you hadn't been good. Dean promised and took you in to one of the disabled toilets and gave you a good bumming although he told me he couldn't last long as he was desperate. He reckoned he shot more up your bum than ever before. His dad had explained to him that to stop the bumboi from having pleasure he should hold his balls and squeeze hard anytime the boy got hard. Dean said he liked it because every time he squeezed you, you tightened your bum which made his dick feel great. Once he finished he pulled your pull-ups up and got you to clean his dick and then you rejoined his parents. You were sent off to get a trolley leaving Dean talking to his mother while his dad went and sorted out the hire car. The luggage arrived and you loaded it up and pushed it out to the car which his dad had waiting and off you all set.

Well I look forward to hearing anything Dean missed out or didn't know and how your 'holiday' has been going.

Your Master

The End