In the early days of television the broadcasting corporation adopted the motto "Nation Shall Speak Unto Nation", but its actual remit was to "Educate and Entertain". In order to help meet this ambition, the Corporation recruited personalities famous in different fields to present programmes in their areas of expertise. Fanny Craddock taught the viewers how to cook and navigate their way around the kitchen, Percy Thrower was the gardening expert and showed the audience how to grow and maintain a garden, the charming and eccentric Patrick Moore explained astronomy and showed us the sky at night, Armand and Michaela Denis took the nation on safari to the Serengeti in Africa.

And then there was Aubrey Spodes. Aubrey Spodes was the renowned ornithologist whose speciality was tropical birds but whose secret passion was pubescent boys.

Aubrey's parents were in the Colonial service in India and he was born there in 1917 and it was in India that his interest in birds was nurtured.. The Spodes family had several Indian servants; there was the gardener, the cook, a handyman-cum-chauffeur and a house boy and a housemaid. The houseboy was a willing and an obedient 22 year old servant named Melit and around 1934, when Aubrey was a sex starved and frustrated seventeen-year-old began, he began to show a sexual interest in Melit. One morning when Melit served Aubrey his morning cup of tea, Aubrey "accidentally on purpose" exposed his morning erection to Melit. Soon Aubrey became increasingly careless about his privacy, using the bathroom and the bedroom to expose himself. Melit, embarrassed at first but anxious to maintain his post as houseboy and eager to please young Aubrey, responded. He started to masturbate the white boys cock and they became ardent homosexual partners. But Aubrey didn't want consensual sex with a willing partner, Aubrey craved for domination, for him sex was about violence and lust, and not about love. He realised that he was not physically or mentally strong enough to control or dominate men; he wanted young boys whom he could subdue, humiliate, hurt and rape. But Aubrey's sexual ambitions were thwarted when war clouds hovered over Europe, and on the outbreak of war in 1939 he enlisted in the British army and served the rest of the war in the catering corp. When he was discharged in 1946 Aubrey resumed his interest in tropical birds, and interest that had been borne during his youth in India, and became an ornithologist and in 1958 Aubrey was recruited by the broadcasting corporation as their expert on birds and appeared regularly on the public's television screens. When he wasn't in the Amazon rain forests, photographing exotic and rare birds or in the television studios, Aubrey conducted lecture tours where he would bore the Womens' Institute and schools with his slide shows and talks, but the schools he most liked to visit were boys' schools in general and boys' boarding schools in particular.

Aubrey was 42 when he first entered Broadcasting House in London. Since his discharge from the army, Aubrey had adopted the bearing and dress of the officer class; his thinning hair was parted and cemented in place with generous dollops of Brylcream, he cultivated a pencil moustache above his rather mean mouth. He wore a regimental tie round his collar and sported a blazer with a military crest on the breast pocket and he wore cavalry twill trousers and brown brogues on his feet. Aubrey styled himself as Capt. Aubrey Spodes, MC (Military Cross) although the closest he had ever come to being a casualty of war was scalding himself with a ladle of hot tomato soup in the mess hall in Catterick barracks.

On this autumn day Aubrey arrived at the boarding school around midday. He parked his car and sat for a while, looking at the school buildings and trying to gauge the atmosphere. He took the school brochure from his pocket and reminded himself of the details. The school was not fee-paying but existed for orphans and one parent families. That was exactly the kind of school that Aubrey most liked, where boys who were poor and disadvantaged and almost certainly intimidated, were bullied by prefects and staff. The fact that the school survived on charitable donations meant that the most expensive items, the uniforms, would have to be worn until they were grown out of, and that meant young boys in shorts that would be high and tight up their vulnerable thighs. Aubrey felt a welcome stirring in his loins. Aubrey's libido was prestigious and he never failed to "rise to the occasion".

Aubrey climbed out of his car and went in search of the Headmaster's office. A passing boy pointed him in the right direction and Aubrey admired the boy's tightly-clad bottom as they parted company. The Headmaster welcomed Aubrey with warmth and flattery and invited the ornithologist to take lunch in the dining room with the staff and pupils. When they entered the crowded dining room, there was a clattering and scraping of chairs as the boys rose to their feet in the presence of the Headmaster and Aubrey Spodes. The two men took their places at the high table, Aubrey on the Headmaster's right hand, and the rest of the staff seated either side; it was a little bit, but not a lot, like da Vinci's "Last Supper". There was another scraping of chairs as the boys sat back down and continued their lunch. The food was vile but Aubrey was not feasting on the food, he was feasting his eyes on so many delicious, pubescent boys.

After lunch the Headmaster delegated a prefect to be Aubrey's escort and guide and help-mate. The prefect, a senior called Atkins, helped Aubrey to unload his car, carrying the ornithologist's projector, boxes of slides and notes, into the assembly hall. Aubrey's lecture was welcomed by the schoolboys, not because of any interest in birds, but because afternoon lessons had been cancelled, and after the lecture there was to be extra football practice instead. Aubrey began his lecture shortly before 2 pm and finished around 3 pm, when its completion was warmly applauded by the boys, not because of any enjoyment of the lecture, some of the boys were half asleep, but because it was finally over and now they could change and escape to the playing fields.

After Aubrey and Atkins had stowed the man's equipment back into his car, Aubrey expressed an interest in a guided tour of the school, much to Atkin's chagrin. As the pair left the school's woodwork shop, where they were confronted with samples of carpentry, including pipe racks, tenon and mortice joints and crude wooden shelves, Aubrey paused and sat down on a bench that lay under the shade of a spreading oak tree.

"Tell me", he enquired of Atkins, "how do you maintain discipline among so many boys?"

"Well" Atkins began, as he sat down next to Aubrey, "there are so many rules and regulations that it's almost impossible for a boy to go a whole day without incurring some penalties or punishments. We aren't allowed to whistle indoors, we aren't allowed to walk with our hands in our pockets, we aren't allowed to talk during assembly or in study periods, we can't run in the corridors, the list is endless. Only the Headmaster can use the cane and that's only for serious offences, like smoking or stealing".

"And does the Headmaster use the cane on a boy's hand or across his backside?" asked Aubrey.

"It's always across a boys bare bottom," Atkins said, "we discovered that some boys were padding their shorts or trousers out to lessen the effect of the cane, so now the boys have to bare their bottom".

"And what about lesser offences?" Aubrey queried.

"Spanking is the quickest punishment but this is impractical for offences committed during the day, so boys are issued with "detentions", these are recorded in a ledger and the boys have to work them off, writing out 100 lines, or washing or cleaning duties and the like. When I was a junior I always preferred a spanking because it was over and done with."

Aubrey felt a familiar stirring in his loins at the mention of bottoms and spankings.

"And what about in the dormitory?" asked Aubrey, anxious to pursue the subject.

"Well that's different," Atkins replied, "after 'lights out' a boy caught out of his bed, or talking, or in bed with another boy, is given a spanking by the duty prefect. We use the boy's own slipper across his bare backside and it's usually 'six of the best'".

"So I'm not likely to witness a spanking!" exclaimed Aubrey, with a laugh that suggested he was only joking whereas he was secretly quite serious.

"I'm afraid not" said Atkins, "unless you're planning to spend the night."

Atkins checked his watch, there was only one room left to show to the visitor, and that was the Art Room. Atkins led Aubrey Spodes up the steps and through the swing doors and up a stone staircase. At the top they entered a long corridor and the Art Room was the last room on the left. Atkins poked his head around the door and saw that there was a solitary occupant, an artistic junior by the name of Duncan Grey who was seated at a desk against the wall and studiously making a pencil sketch.

Duncan Grey, cruelly nick-named "Gay Grey" by his class members because of his artistic bent and timid manners, was a lovely, naive and trusting eleven-year old boy.

He was quite unsuited to the rough-house antics of the rest of the boys, and his Art teacher, Mrs Richards, did her best to excuse Duncan from as many physical games and sports as possible, and to shield him in the Art room, which was why he was now sketching alone and not kicking a ball or kicking the other boys on the football fields.

Duncan was blessed with a rich shock of jet black hair that fell in curls around his neck. He had wide eyes with large pupils and luxurious black eyelashes. His snub nose was scattered with freckles and the tip of his tongue protruded from his rosy red lips as he concentrated on the task in hand.

Opinion on Duncan was divided. All had to agree that the boy was beautiful, as pretty as a cherub from a painting by Rubens, but some resented his talent, were jealous of his appeal and treated him with spite and cruelty. Others secretly desired him but could not and would not reveal their true feelings and so admired him from a distance. Puberty had not yet visited Duncan, he was a fruit ripe for plucking.

Duncan's school jacket was hooked over the back of his desk and he was dressed in his uniform shirt with striped tie, and very small, tight grey shorts that threatened to cut off the circulation in his soft, plump thighs. His school socks had dropped down around his ankles.

Atkins saw that there was little to interest his famous visitor in the Art room and withdrew his head from the door when a thought suddenly occurred to him. He poked his head back around the door and said to the boy "I say Grey, do you have any outstanding detentions?".

Duncan quickly laid down his pencil and stood up from his desk, standing to attention as required in the presence of a prefect.

"Yes sir," he replied, "for being late for Assembly."

Atkins turned to Aubrey Spodes, "You're in luck sir," he said to the interested ornithologist, "come inside."

Aubrey followed the prefect into the Art room and was rewarded by the sight of the most gorgeous of boys, stood meekly and obediently to attention.

"I think that being late for Assembly deserves six of the best, don't you Duncan?" the prefect quizzed the nervous boy.

"Yes sir." the trembling boy agreed.

"Right. Assume the position." said Atkins, and the prefect cast around for a suitable implement and came up with a twelve-inch wood ruler from an adjacent desk.

Aubrey Spodes felt his throat begin to dry and an erection begin to develop within the confines of his trousers. His heart beat was like the beating of a drum.

Poor Duncan began to undo the buttons on his tight shorts and then forced them down free from his shapely hips and down his smooth and creamy thighs. When the shorts fell down around his ankles the reluctant boy hooked his thumbs beneath the waistband of his white cotton underpants and pushed them down and then he raised his shirt-tails to reveal his private parts. Duncan's genitals were small, hairless and perfectly formed, with a delicate floret of foreskin. Aubrey thrust his hand deep into his trouser pocket to adjust his rampant hard-on and licked his dry lips. Duncan then turned around and presented his perfect posterior to the prefect and to the distinguished visitor and bent forward over the desk. Duncan's bottom cheeks were poetic symmetry, soft and pristine peaches, and Aubrey Spodes yearned to fall to his knees and worship those virginal spheres. Instead he clutched at his virulent cock through his trouser pocket and squeezed out a glob of pre-cum juice.

Warming to his task, Atkins slapped the boy's succulent left buttock hard with the ruler. Duncan flinched and let out a stifled mew, like a frightened kitten and the wood ruler left a red welt upon his delicate flesh. Atkins turned his attention to the right cheek and struck it similarly. Poor Duncan's response was the same, determined not to cry out or to rub his sore bottom. Another four spanks were administered in quick succession, and Duncan's pretty bottom was inflamed a fiery red, and with each stroke, Aubrey wished that he was delivering it.

"Right," ordered Atkins "as you were."

"Yes sir." muttered Duncan, who straightened up and turned back to face his tormentors. Once again Aubrey feasted his eyes on the young boys shapely thighs and his tender cocklet.

Duncan pulled up his pants and shorts and buried his shirt-tails back in place.

Back outside the art room an excited and aroused Aubrey consulted his watch. It was 3.30 pm. "What time does your football finish?" he asked of Atkins.

"Five o'clock." the prefect answered.

"Well why don't you run along? Aubrey suggested, "I've seen all that I want to see and I'm sure that you want to join your friends at football."

Aubrey pulled his wallet from his inside pocket and pulled out a ten shilling note.

"This is for your trouble, and I will be sure to commend you to the Headmaster for your assistance."

"Thank you sir." Atkins exclaimed, hastily grabbing the note, and even faster taking to his heels and fleeing down the stone staircase and crashing out through the heavy swing door.

Silence descended on the building. Aubrey was alone in the building with an obedient young boy, he had over an hour to indulge himself and he knew that if anyone were to enter the building he would be warned by the sound of the swing door and footsteps on the staircase. His cock was throbbing. He walked quietly back to the art room.

Duncan sensed rather than heard someone enter the room and cast a curious glance up from his artwork. At the re-appearance of the famous birdman, Duncan quickly stood up from behind his desk and stood meekly to attention.

Aubrey walked between the rows of empty desks and came to the desk next to Duncan's.

"I'm so sorry," Aubrey began, "that must have been awful for you, having to be spanked in front of a complete stranger."

"Yes sir." Duncan replied.

"Yes sir what?" Aubrey said in a stern tone.

"Yes sir, it was awful to be spanked in front of you." Duncan admitted.

"And did it hurt, having your soft bottom spanked with a wood ruler?"

"Yes sir, it did hurt".

"I saw your bottom cheeks blushing a bright red, are they still hurting?" asked Aubrey.

"Yes sir, they are." said Duncan.

"They are what?" Aubrey insisted.

"They are still hurting." Duncan replied meekly.

"And how did you feel when you had to drop your pants in front of me, and raise your shirt tails so that I could see your cute little cocklet?"

Now the naive and blushing pupil hesitated, reluctant to continue with this humiliating interrogation.

"It felt horrid." Duncan admitted.

"Why?" Aubrey countered, "all the other boys and teachers must have seen it lots of times."

"But you're not one of us!" the silly boy complained, "it's not the same. It's rude."

Aubrey Spodes liked the way that he was steering the direction of this inquisition.

"Are you accusing me of being rude!" the birdman exclaimed. "How dare you! What do you think the Headmaster would do if I told him that you said that I was rude?

The frightened boy was biting nervously on his bottom lip and was lost for words.

"He would surely give you the cane, wouldn't he?" Aubrey asked.

"I never did!" Duncan protested, "I never said that you were rude."

"That would be your word against mine, young boy," Aubrey replied, "and who do you think that he would believe? A famous television presenter and leading ornithologist, or a lying, pre-pubescent schoolboy."

Duncan was on the verge of tears now, confused and scared and not understanding how he had come to be in this predicament. And nor did he know the meaning of 'pre-pubescent'.

Aubrey now lowered his voice and spoke in a comforting tone.

"Come now, dear boy, don't start crying like a silly girl, just behave and do as I say and everything will be fine. Don't you agree?"

"Yes sir." the frightened boy whispered.

"When you dropped your pants it wasn't just your pretty little cocklet that I saw, was it? I also saw your precious bare bottom. And do you know that when Atkins began spanking you with the ruler, I wanted to spank you too! What do you think of that?"

"Please sir, I don't know. Do you still want to spank me?"

The mistaken thought had occurred to the boy that if he submitted to a spanking then his ordeal may be over.

"Do you want me to spank your precious bare bottom?" Aubrey replied.

Duncan lowered his eyes and meekly nodded.

"Then say it." Aubrey said.

"Please sir, please will you spank my precious bare bottom?"

"Well, if you insist then I must," said Aubrey, resisting the urge to caress his growing erection through the front of his trousers, "but first of all you will have to remove your shorts and pants."

Duncan was now consumed with the dread of a caning from the Headmaster, and worse still, the fear of suspension or even expulsion. And then a new horror came to haunt him, suppose the man told his television audience of how he had been insulted by a naughty schoolboy named Duncan Grey.

Aubrey continued, "Now you must ask me nicely for permission to remove your shorts and pants."

"Please sir," Duncan stuttered, "please may I remove my shorts and pants?"

"Remind me why you want to strip off in front of me." Aubrey said.

"Please sir, so that you can see my little cocklet and give me a spanking." Duncan sobbed.

"There's a good boy." Aubrey said. "We have an hour until the rest of the school return from the sports field so we don't have to rush." Aubrey knew that he had to be careful and not overstep the mark; this was not a native boy in the jungle but a pupil in an English school, but the urge to assault Duncan was hard to resist.

Slowly and reluctantly Duncan began to unbutton his shorts and then lowered them and stepped out of them. The man adored the boy's smooth, unblemished thighs and he felt a familiar wetness at the tip of his bulbous cock. Aubrey held out his hand and took the school shorts from the trembling boy. Duncan was about to lower his white, cotton underpants when Aubrey said,

"Don't you want to remove all your uniform for me? Surely if you want me to see your cocklet you won't mind me seeing the rest of you?"

Duncan blinked away a tear from his eye.

"Go on," said Aubrey, "tell me that you want me to see you naked."

"Please sir, let me take all of my clothes off so that you can see all of me naked." Duncan said.

"You are a very dirty, naughty boy," said Aubrey, "but I like you. Take all your clothes off so we can both see what a little pervert you are."

Silly Duncan wasn't sure what a "pervert" was but he began to strip off, starting with his school tie. His jacket followed and then he removed his shirt. Aubrey gave an audible sigh at the sight before him. The boy's torso was a creamy white with plump boy titties. Duncan leaned against the desk to remove his shoes and socks. And there he stood, nude except for his white, cotton underpants.

Aubrey savoured the moment.

"Oh you are a plump little bitch, aren't you?" he whispered, "what are you?"

"I'm a plump little bitch." the obedient boy answered.

The old paedophile resisted the temptation to remove the boy's pants with his teeth.

"And such darling titties," Aubrey said, "I bet the other boys like to suck them and play with them."

"Not at all." Duncan said, lying. The truth is that, especially on cold nights, it was common for boys to climb into each other's beds, for warmth and mutual 'comfort'. This 'comfort', in Duncan's case, meant his best friend Simon playing and sucking his titties, but Duncan wasn't going to admit this.

"You must be lying," Aubrey accused the wonderfully near-naked boy, "how could any boy, any prefect or any schoolmaster resist such delightful breasts?"

Aubrey reached out to touch the boy's pink nipples and the fearful Duncan instinctively raised his hands to ward off the nasty man's intrusion.

"Don't you want me to play with your boy titties?" Aubrey asked in a menacing voice.

"Please sir," Duncan whined, "I just want to please you but I don't want you to hurt me."

"I will not hurt you, you stupid faggot!", Aubrey declared, "just so long as you obey me!"

"Oh please sir, I will obey you. I am just a little schoolboy and I feel so helpless."

"Then beg me to play with your lovely titties." Aubrey said.

"Please sir. I'm begging you. Please play with my lovely titties." implored the sissy boy.

Aubrey sighed and reached out and took the plump nipple between his finger and thumb and gave it a cruel pinch. The boy flinched and squealed and it inflamed Aubrey's excitement. He then took hold of both nipples ad began to pinch and twist and squeeze them. The wretched boy couldn't help it, he brought both his hands up to defend his titties.

"How dare you!" Aubrey hissed, "you beg me to play with your boy tits and now you try to stop me. Put your hands on your head and keep them there."

Duncan sobbed as he placed his hands on his head and as Aubrey continued to punish the succulent boy flesh. Then the birdman placed his mouth over one of the nipples and sucked it between his teeth and began gnawing at the soft and defenceless tit.

Then Aubrey drew back, fearing a premature ejaculation would ruin his fun.

"Now it's time for your spanking." he said, "you do deserve a spanking, don't you?"

"Yes sir." the forlorn boy agreed.

"Do you want it with the wood ruler on your bare bottom?" the man teased the submissive boy.

Duncan was just glad that the nipple torture was over and thought that a spanking was the lesser of two evils.

"Yes sir, please spank my bare bottom with the wood ruler." Duncan begged.

"This means that you will have to remove your pants and you will be completely naked and I will be able to see your sweet little cocklet again."

"Yes sir" the boy replied, "do I have to beg again?"

"Of course." Aubrey said.

"Please sir, please let me take my pants off so I will be completely naked so that you can look at my sweet little cocklet."

Duncan took his hands off his head and brought them down and hooked his thumbs under the waistband of his white, cotton pants. Slowly and reluctantly the luscious eight-year old pushed his pants down from his hips, the elastic waistband flipping the boys small, hairless cocklet and revealing his small but perfectly formed ball sac. The pants fell down around his ankles and the boy stepped out of them, standing there naked in all his pre-pubescent beauty.

Aubrey sighed and gave a visible shudder. He was completely smitten. He reached out with both hands and gripped the boys well-upholstered hips.

"One day soon," he said, "these will become your "love handles" and one day soon some lucky man will hold you by them while he fucks you." he said.

Duncan had heard the word "fuck" before but couldn't remember where and did not understand its meaning.

"Now turn around, bend over and beg to be spanked." Aubrey instructed the lovely eleven-year old.

With the boy turned away, Aubrey took the opportunity to push his hand down the front of his trousers to adjust his throbbing cock that was seeping pre-coital juice.

Duncan bent over, "Please sir, please give me a spanking on my bare bottom with the wood ruler."

Aubrey had already picked the wooden ruler up off the desk but now he paused to wonder at the sight that greeted his eyes. The old pervert had seen many bottoms in his sordid life but nothing that compared to these rosy orbs, still pink and flushed from the recent spanking, but otherwise flawless, not a Rubens nor a Botticelli could have created such boy buttocks. Aubrey's immediate instinct was to ravage that tender flesh but he had to restrain himself, he could not afford to leave any trace elements that could lead to his exposure as a paedophile, no scars, no semen, no blood, instead he struck those perfect pillows with the ruler, and then put the ruler down and began to fondle and caress those edible orbs.

Duncan found the caresses stimulating and his innocent cocklet responded, the little organ stirred.

"Do you like me playing with your bottom?" he asked the boy.

"Yes sir." the boy admitted.

"Then ask me to kiss it, you little queer" Aubrey hissed at him.

"Please sir, please will you kiss my bottom?"

Aubrey had dropped to his knees and began kissing and licking the boy's bottom cheeks.

He removed his mouth, long enough to say ""Beg me to show me your boy-cunt."

Poor Duncan didn't know what a 'boy-cunt' was but he repeated the request,

"Please sir, please will you let me show you my boy-cunt?"

"There's good sissy slut," Aubrey said, "now reach behind you and spread your bottom cheeks as wide as you can."

Duncan reached behind himself and spread his bottom cheeks wide apart with his little hands.

"You dirty little sissy slut, what are you?"

"I'm a dirty little sissy slut." Duncan said.

Aubrey stared at the boy's sweet, tight cunt hole and couldn't resist the temptation to invade it, first with his tongue. He pressed his mouth into the valley and probed with his tongue.

"How do you like that, you cock-teaser?" Aubrey asked the boy, who was wriggling his bottom with the tongue-tickling.

"It feels nice." the virgin replied.

On the desk was a jar of water and a paint brush and pencils. Aubrey picked up the brush and dipped it into the water, and said to Duncan, "Keep those cheeks well spread."

Duncan, expecting the man to keep kissing his hole shuddered with shock as Aubrey lubricated the boy-cunt with brush and water.

"Beg me to probe your sissy boy-cunt." Aubrey whispered.

Duncan, now realising that his bottom hole was a 'boy-cunt' was puzzled but begged "Please probe my sissy boy-cunt sir."

Aubrey picked up the pencil, which had an eraser at the end, and began pushing the rubber end into that secret and sealed orifice. The compliant boy whimpered at the intrusion but kept his rosy cheeks well spread. Aubrey began gently fucking the boy's cunt. With his free hand he reached between the boy's thighs and groped the boy's ball sac and was gratified to discover the semi-stiffness of the cocklet.

Leaving the pencil in place, Aubrey instructed his victim, "Now remove your hands and turn around to face me."

Duncan obeyed.

"Why is your cocklet getting stiff, you little sissy?"

"I don't know sir." Duncan admitted, shame-faced, "I think it began when you started licking my boy-cunt."

"How would you like me to lick and suck your sissy cocklet?"

"I don't know sir. We have been taught that things like that are dirty and disgusting."

"But you are a dirty and disgusting cock-teaser. What are you?"

"I am a dirty and disgusting cock-teaser sir."

"How old are you, you little fucker?

"I am eleven sir."

"You are an eleven-year old what?" persisted Aubrey.

"I am an eleven year old sissy, a slut and a dirty and disgusting cock-teaser, sir."

Those sordid words coming from those delightful rose-bud lips inflamed Aubrey's passion.

"Now beg me to suck your stiff cocklet and to lick those little balls of yours."

"Please sir," the naked boy said, with a pencil still embedded in his cunt, "please suck my stiff cocklet and lick those little balls of mine."

Aubrey Spodes hesitated as he marvelled at the perfection of the flawless complexion of the boy's hairless body, and felt the heat of his own breath as it caressed the boy's flat, slender stomach. He gently took the boy's genitals into his drooling mouth, cocklet and balls together. As he washed them with his swirling tongue, he embraced the boy with both arms, drawing the boy to him, wrapping his arms around him and clutching at his bottom. As he did so he glanced at his wrist watch, he didn't have long left. He felt for and found the pencil that protruded from between those marvellous clenched buttocks. As Aubrey lavished the boy's stiff cocklet with his tongue and saliva, he softly pencil-fucked Duncan's tight, virgin boy-cunt.

Duncan looked down at the top of the adult's head as it bobbed back and forth, and he began to experience a feeling of rapture hitherto unbeknown to him, it made him stand on tip-toe, it made him arch his spine, and thrust out his bottom to welcome the intrusion of the pencil, and push his wonderful hips forward to meet the man's sucking mouth.

But Aubrey Spode's resilience and excitement overtook and overwhelmed him, and he was unable to stem his own orgasm as, to his dismay, he reached his climax, an outcome spurred on by the sound of boys' voices approaching from the playing fields.

Aubrey staggered unsteadily to his feet, his undergarments soiled by his ejaculation, and ordered the forlorn eleven-year old to quickly dress.

Duncan pulled the pencil from his boy-cunt, dropped it into the jar of water, and gladly put his uniform back on. Aubrey rewarded the sissy boy with a crisp £1 pound note, which he stuffed into the boy's breast pocket, and then he fled the scene.

Two weeks later and deep in the Amazon rain forest Aubrey had pitched his tent on the bank of the river, a mile downstream from the nearest native village. He had observed the village with his binoculars from a safe vantage point and watched the village boys bathing and playing in the water, and one boy in particular had caught his attention, a plump and laughing pre-pubescent boy clad like the others in only a loin cloth.

Aubrey made his way to the village and introduced himself in pidgin Portuguese to the Headman. They sat together outside the Headman's thatched hut and Aubrey took a pouch of Virginia tobacco from his pocket and together they smoked and watched the boys at play. Aubrey pointed to the boy of his choice and with gestures and words made it plain his sexual interest in the boy. The Headman gave Aubrey a knowing grin and Aubrey unfastened his money belt and extracted gold sovereigns, paper money was no use in the jungle. The Headman greedily accepted the gold and called out to the dark-skinned boy. The boy left the river, water dripping from his soft curves, his brilliant white teeth illuminating his cheerful smile, but Aubrey was already on his feet and walked to meet the boy. Aubrey took the boy by the hand and led him away from the village in the direction of his tent. The eight-year old boy, trusting and innocent, was happy to accompany the white stranger into the forest.

When they reached his tent, Aubrey carried on walking into the forest of trees, the unsuspecting boy hanging onto his hand, until they were far enough away from the village. Aubrey wanted to hear the boy's screams, but didn't want anyone else to hear them. At an appropriate clearing in the undergrowth, Aubrey let go of the boy's hand and slapped the boy hard across the face. Shocked and stunned the poor child fell to the ground. Aubrey stripped himself naked from the waist down, exposing his rampant, weeping cock. He tore the boy's loin cloth aside, pulled him roughly to his feet, then hoisted the boy into the air facing away from him. With one arm gripping the struggling boy to his chest, he used his other hand to steer the head of his bulbous cock in between the boy's bottom cheeks. The boy was crying and squealing like a piglet as Aubrey's organ-head penetrated the boy-cunt. Satisfied with the accuracy of his aim, Aubrey now bounced the lovely boy up and down, each bounce impaling the boy inch by painful inch, Aubrey using one hand on the boy' shoulders to force the virgin boy's body down to accelerate the process. The boy's screams were music to Aubrey's ears. The ornithologist waltzed around the clearing in a macabre dance of sodomy. But Aubrey wasn't finished yet. He wrenched his pulsating manhood out of the boy's ravaged hole and dropped the native boy's body to the ground. Aubrey fell upon the sobbing boy like a wild beast. He flipped the boy over onto his back and forced the boy's legs back over the boy's head and re-entered him. Now he could look into the boy's tear streaked face as Aubrey fucked him again with renewed vigour. He twisted and pinched the boy's nipples and spat into the boy's beautiful face. He pumped his cum into the boy but withdrew in time to splatter what was left over the boy's naked torso. Exhausted and replete, Aubrey stood astride the boy, who was curled up in a foetal position on the forest floor, and pissed all over his victim.

With no regard for the boy and with no remorse, Aubrey dressed and left the scene of his sordid victory, and returned to his camp site. He quickly packed up his tent and possessions, hoisted his baggage onto his back, and trekked off upstream, giving the village a wide detour.

The next afternoon Aubrey was camped on the sandy bank of a large pool that was formed by one of the thousands of streams that ran down into the Mighty Amazon. The water ran into the pool and trickled out at the other end. The water was cool and clear and refreshing. Aubrey slowly undressed, pausing to fondle his stiffening cock, still excited at the events of the previous day and the savage rape of the native boy.

The perverted ornithologist, quite naked now, slowly and carefully waded into the water. The bed of the pond was smooth and clean. He immersed himself up to his waist and luxuriated in the caress of the soothing water that anointed his genitals.

Now Aubrey Spodes knew everything there was to know about tropical birds, but he knew very little about tropical fish, and he had never heard of the Tuber fish. Out of sight and beneath the glittering surface of the water grew tuber plants. Tubers, by definition, "fleshy stems or roots" resembled bananas, complete with petals that resembled segments of banana skin and which closed up around the tuber when it felt threatened, and it only ever felt threatened when it was attacked by the Tuber fish. The Tuber fish was unique in its design, its mouth was perfectly circular and was lined with tiny teeth as sharp as those of the infamous piranha fish. When it detected a tuber plant it would attack and suck the tuber into its mouth, and then grip it tightly while it rotated its whole body, cutting away the tuber at its base. It would then retreat back into the shallows and slowly digest its catch.

Aubrey stopped caressing his erection and was then distracted by the screech of a parrot high up in the canopy of the branches and leaves that filtered bright rays of sunlight into the lagoon. Aubrey looked up and shielded his eyes from the sun, and tried to spot the elusive bird. The tuber fish moved quickly and silently from its lair, attracted by the pale, fleshy member that was Aubrey's cock. Aubrey felt something clamp around the base of his throbbing cock and then screamed out as he felt a dreadful, searing pain. All the birds in the tree-tops took flight and small animals fled to their burrows at the screaming. Aubrey looked down to see something grey and glittering spinning around and saw the water turning a dark, blood-red. Before Aubrey could reach down with his hand, the creature retreated, taking with it Aubrey's severed manhood. He clutched at his ragged stump and staggered in shock and horror out of the lake and collapsed at the water's edge. Adrenalin, nausea and blood-loss overcame the perverted ornithologist, and mercifully he succumbed into unconsciousness. He died where he lay.

The Tuber fish, finding the human penis not to its taste and quite indigestible, spat out the foreign object.

An hour later and two miles downstream in his native village, the young native boy knelt in the water, bathing his bruised and raped body, when he saw something that he recognised, a pale and bloody and shrunken white cock, bobbing past in the flowing river.

Aubrey Spode's demise was broadcast on the television, although the exact cause of his death was not revealed. Duncan Grey was present at assembly when the Headmaster also announced the ornithologist's death. Most of the boys cared less at the news, except for Atkins, who hoped he might have earned another ten shilling note when Spodes returned for his next lecture tour, and Duncan, who had hoped to celebrate his twelfth birthday by being stripped, bound and raped by the pervert.

The End