His name was Percival, but all his family and friends called him Percy. Percy was 13 years old and entering puberty, a period that coincided with his perverse choice of reading material. Percy was a diligent and studious, bespectacled schoolboy, his hair always neatly parted and his uniform immaculate, his blue blazer meeting the hem of his tight shorts, firmly encasing his smooth, creamy thighs.

Percy loved reading, but while other boys read science fiction fantasies and stories of cops and robbers, Percy preferred the writings of Baden Powell. His accounts of his scouts' heroic adventures during the war against the Dutch in South Africa, of their cruel interrogation techniques on captured spies, and of the atrocities committed by both sides in the Khyber Pass in Kashmir, during the revolt against the British Raj in India. One of his favourite books was all about pirates on sailing ships in the seventeenth century, which described how they would board Spanish galleons, laden with gold, and rape and torture the crew and passengers. One such pirate, Blackbeard, liked to nail the feet of his victims to the wood deck before slowly torturing them to death.

Percy's favourite word in the whole of his growing vocabulary, was "spread-eagled". He only had to hear the word spoken, or see it in print, and his immature cocklet would spring to attention.

But Percy's interest in the sadistic happenings in old theatres of war was not historic, it was explicitly sexual. He had discovered that his young libido was intrigued and excited by such material, and although he was incapable of ejaculation, his dry orgasms fuelled his appetite for acts of cruelty. But in Percy's imagination, he was not the perpetrator of sexual sadism, he was the protesting victim.

From one of his library books, he had discovered that the Spanish Inquisition of the medieval Catholic church was forbidden to draw blood from its heretics, and so the Inquisition had to devise other forms of torture, which included the rack, the wheel, the thumbscrews, and other ingenious methods of extracting confessions. Percy's morbid and masochistic obsession was his tightly guarded secret, not to be shared or revealed outside of his own bedroom.

By comparison, his younger brother, twelve year old Alexander (Alec to his friends), rarely read, and when he did, it was comics and strip cartoons. He was undisciplined and always unkempt, both in his body and in his clothes. You could see what Alec had eaten by the stains on his jacket. Alec had a disdain for his older, bookworm brother. While Alec was out throwing stones at peoples windows, and stealing from the local shops, Percy was in his room, reading about things that Alec could never imagine. There was a mutual antipathy between the brothers.

***

"Bertie the Bucket" was a window cleaner, so-called because of the tin bucket that he carried, along with the ladder on his shoulder. Bertie cleaned the windows of most of the houses on the estate, and over the years had gathered illicit knowledge of so many of his customers, knowledge which would quickly lead to the loss of his job if he "told tales". He knew that Mr. Peterson of 23 Western Avenue liked to dress up in women's clothes; he knew that while her husband was at work Mrs. Summers at 47 Oak Lane was fucking her driving instructor; he knew that Mr.Gates, the church warden, kept pornographic magazines under his mattress (Bertie had seen one poking out from under the mattress while cleaning the warden's windows).

None of these things bothered Bertie. Bertie had his own passion, and that was for young boys, and in particular for boys' legs, or to be more precise, boys' thighs. Bertie lusted over boys with the smooth hairless thighs that were more befitting a girl. And one such boy was Percy. Percy fitted Bertie's criteria to a 'T'. In his private, masturbating moments, Bertie imagined himself with his face buried between Percy's parted thighs, kissing and licking and nuzzling the smooth inner flesh, even preferring that to treating Percy's cocklet, which he supposed was small and soft and bald.

***

The schools were closed for the summer holidays, the favourite time of the year for Bertie, because so many of the schoolboys were "home alone", or out playing in the woods and the parks. Percy and Alec's parents both worked and so, during the long summer holiday, both boys went unsupervised for most of the day.

Bertie climbed his ladder from the back yard to the window that looked into Percy's bedroom, and what he saw intrigued the pervert.

Percy laid naked on his back on the hard-baked sand, his eyes tight shut against the noon-day sun. They had stretched him out spread-eagled and secured his wrists and ankles to teepee stakes. The Indian squaws crowded around the pale and slender body of the white boy. They crowed and cackled and one of them knelt down next to the trembling victim. She produced a pot of honey from inside her tunic and proceeded to smear the viscid nectar all over Percy's genitals. As she anointed his pink scrotum, his meagre penis responded and stiffened, much to the obvious delight of the sadistic squaw. She forced his foreskin down his shaft and smeared the honey around the rim of his knob head. She put her forefinger back into the honey pot and drew out another glob. She pushed her finger under his spread thighs, found his tight hole, and pushed her honeyed finger up it. Percy squirmed and his cock throbbed. Her job done, the squaw stood up and went back to her teepee, letting nature take its course.

A lone fire ant, scouting for morsels to take back to its queen, detected the scent of the honey and took a sample back to the nest. When it returned it was at the head of an army of orange fire ants. The vile insects attacked the helpless Percy. A column of the ants made their way into his body up his poor anus to find the source of the delicious honey. The rest swarmed all over his cock and balls and began consuming the nectar, stinging his balls and his wretched erection.

A sudden bang on his bedroom windowsill brought Percy out of his fantasy dream. With his free right hand, he quickly undid the knots that tied his wrists and ankles to the wooden bedposts, and fell off the bed and scrambled out of the room just in time to avoid being seen by the window cleaner, Bertie the Bucket. He realised that the pieces of rope were still attached to the bedposts, but he supposed that Bertie would not notice them or not realise their significance. But when Bertie saw the ropes on three of the bedposts he knew immediately that they were there to secure two ankles and one hand, leaving the second hand free to masturbate. Bertie cursed his bad luck that he had not been able to witness the teenager's self-abuse, especially as Percy possessed the beautiful thighs of a girl.

***

The first time that Percy had penetrated his own anus, was by using a carrot. He imagined that it was the phallus of an alien creature from outer space. But when he withdrew it, it was smeared with excreta, an inevitable, but to Percy, unacceptable outcome. He went in search of a solution. He took a nearly empty plastic bottle of washing-up liquid, but the nozzle was too short to be effective. The solution was one of Alec's water pistols. He was able to push the barrel of one of them into his hole and give himself a cleansing enema.

The brick dungeon was dimly lit by wax torches that illuminated the grim scene. The Inquisitors went about their business in silence, their identities concealed by their white cloaks and pointed hoods. The young, naked heretic was stretched out upon the rack. At each corner of the rack was a wheel with ratchets. If any of the wheels were given one more turn, then the boy's limbs would be dislocated from their joints. The Chief Inquisitor took the dreaded thumbscrews from a side table and approached Percy. But instead of applying the screws to Percy's thumbs, he took hold of the boys erect penis, now nestling in an early growth of pubic hair, and attached the teeth of the screw to the drooling head of the cock. He felt for the boy's tender balls and placed them in the teeth of the second thumbscrew. He then slowly but steadily began to tighten the screws, crushing the boy's rude genitals.

Percy shuddered as he experienced his first wet cum. It spurted from his cock and sprayed onto his chin and chest, and as he pumped it out, it formed a pool in his navel. With his free hand, Percy scooped up a dollop of his milky cum and put it into his mouth. When he was quite recovered, he sat up and undid the cords that held him spread-eagled to his bed.

***

Tommy Thompson lived three doors down from Percy's house. For months, Tommy had badgered and begged his mum to let him have a dog. His mum had responded by telling him that a dog was a big responsibility, that the dog had to be trained, loved, and exercised. But eventually she relented, and she and Tommy came home one day with an adorable black mongrel pup, which they named 'Blackie'. But now, five years later, Tommy was fifteen, and more interested in girls than Blackie, who had grown into a mature but ill-behaved beast. Blackie kept humping things and people.

It didn't matter what it was, whether it was a chair, or a sofa, or a basket, or someone's leg or thigh, Blackie humped it. And while he was humping, the pink tip of his 'lipstick' showed from its hairy sheath. A thought occurred to Percy's twisted imagination. It was a damp, overcast afternoon when Percy knocked on the door of Tommy's home. He was out but Mrs Thompson answered the door.

"Hello Percival," she said, "I'm afraid Tommy's out."

"That's alright," Percy replied, "I'd like to take Blackie for a walk."

"That would be wonderful," she said, "he's been under my feet all morning. I'll just get his leash."

Blackie was already out of the door, making a fuss of Percy.

The pair, boy and dog, set off, heading in the direction of Oglet Woods.

Because the weather was inclement there were few people about on the streets, and no-one in the vicinity of the woods. Once in the cover of the trees and bushes, Percy secured Blackie by his leash to the trunk of a sapling and knelt down. He reached under the panting dog's hind quarters and began to handle the dog's cock. The dog's cock began to emerge from its sheath and Percy was disgusted but morbidly absorbed at the sight. The cock was slimy and big, it appeared to have the quality of marble, it was pale and milky and veined purple and pink and grey. It had a wedge shaped head and was swollen at the middle. There was a strand of clear liquid hanging from its tip. It was the closest thing to a tentacle that Percy had seen, and tentacles were at the top of Percy's 'wish list'.

Percy was reluctant to touch it, but knew that he must. He knelt behind Blackie, and put his hand up between the dog's hind legs. He grabbed hold of the dog dick in his fist and roughly pulled the engorged member back out between the stiffened legs, so it was pointing backwards. Percy closed his eyes and took the dog's cock into his mouth. He began sucking it in earnest, imagining that it was the tentacle of a mythical rapacious beast.

Percy discovered that when a dog ejaculates, it does not cum like a human, in a short spurt of creamy juice, but that its climax lasts for minutes, and is more like a dripping water tap. Percy was soaked in the watery fluid, and gargled with it in his throat.

The large dog cock resembled one of the tentacles that Percy fantasised about, a fat tentacle that would invade his body, filling his mouth and stretching his tight, virgin anus.

On his 14^th birthday, Percy went to the butcher's shop and used some of his pocket money to buy a black pudding. It resembled the fat tentacle of his dreams. Percy took it up to his bedroom and with a brush and his water-colour paints, he painted veins and blood vessels on it. It was far too fat to enter his pretty, pink anus, but he was able to wrap his lips around it and force it into his mouth.

Percy was wearing just a loincloth. A small square piece of cloth to shield his pubescent cock and balls at the front, and another square piece of cloth barely able to cover his beautiful pale buttocks at the rear. His lovely hips and thighs were uncovered.

He stepped carefully through the undergrowth, he didn't want the nasty thorns and branches to catch and to scratch his perfect limbs, he rarely exposed the creamy flesh of his legs to the sun, anxious to preserve their natural beauty.

The creature lurking in the undergrowth at the base of a tree trunk resembled an octopus, but it was not an octopus. It was a rare species of succubus. Its body was the size of a pillow, it had the gills of a fish, and its flesh was a greasy pale grey colour.

Instead of an octopus's eight tentacles, it had six tentacles, four to hold its victim down and two to invade it. Each tentacle had several barbs, which normally lay dormant, but when the succubus was sexually aroused, each barb erected like the flights of an arrow, and these barbs, once inserted into a hole or a receptacle, would not subside and shrink until it had ejaculated. It meant that once the tentacle had invaded a hole, it and its victim were welded together until the tentacle achieved its climax and had ejected it's cum juice.

The succubus in the bushes sensed the arrival of a potential target.

As the 14 year old, near naked boy walked unwittingly by the creature, it lashed out with one of its tentacles, and snared the boy around an ankle. Percy fell to the ground with a cry of fear and shock. Before he could regain his breath, the foul creature captured Percy's thrashing legs and arms with four of its tentacles and held him on his back, spread-eagled and helpless. One of its two other tentacles caressed Percy's mouth and lips, it so looked like Blackie's dog cock, but much longer and fatter. The oozing tentacle pressed hard against the boy's mouth, forcing itself into his pouting lips. Poor Percy gagged, as the sinewy tentacle entered his mouth and began to fuck it. At the boy's other end the sixth tentacle tickled him between his divine bottom cheeks. He felt its bulbous head nuzzling and pushing at his hole. Percy cried, then screamed, as the gross sausage-like tendril forced its way into him and also began to fuck him, the pointed barbs ripping the walls of his anus.

The boy twisted and turned on his bed as he ejaculated his cum, then lay gasping before he released his bonds from the four corners of his bed.

***

Alec was the leader of his "gang". It wasn't a real gang, just half a dozen boys from the neighbourhood who hung out together. Alec was thirteen now but looked and acted older and rougher. And he had started smoking. The other boys would distract old Mr. Gregory in his shop and Alec would sneak round the tobacco counter and lift the packets of cigarettes. Percy found his younger brother intimidating and scary. He knew that if Alec found out about Percy's perversions, Alec would be disgusted and would quite possibly give Percy a beating. Might even tell their parents or the other boys in his 'gang'.

Slowly but surely, the realisation came to Percy that deep down he wanted his brother to find out, he wanted his brother's disdain and contempt, he even wanted Bertie the Bucket to know. He was no longer content to use his own warped imagination to humiliate himself; it had to come from others.

Percy knew there was no going back and he also knew that his boyish charms would all too soon change as puberty progressed. It was Tuesday, the day that Bertie regularly cleaned his house windows. Percy opened his bedroom curtains and opened the window wide. He then stripped naked and climbed up onto the bed. With the coils of rope that lay beneath his mattress, he tied a loop around the left side bedpost that he could slip his hand into having first secured his other wrist. With both arms spread, he lay back on the bed and waited.

He had to wait over an hour before the top of Bertie's ladder thumped against his bedroom windowsill. During that time, Percy's heart had beaten like a drum and his erect penis wavered, swayed, and drooled pre-cum.

Bertie arrived at the house and set his ladder up to Percy's bedroom window. He climbed to the top, where he very nearly fell off at the sight that awaited him. He gasped, it was the sight that he had so often dreamed of and masturbated to.

"Look Bertie," Percy cried out, "look at me, all tied up and helpless, a useless fairy faggot. Why don't you get your tentacle out Bertie? You know you want to," and so saying, Percy parted and raised his legs into the air, revealing his perfect bottom and the perfect hole within.

Bertie started to climb through the opened window, but Percy stopped him.

"First of all," Percy said, "you must go and bring my younger brother Alec, and his gang here. I want him and his pals to see you fucking his older sissy brother."

Bertie was already aroused but the thought of an audience of young boys nearly resulted in a premature ejaculation. He half fell, half slid down the ladder and set off to the recreation park where he had last seen Alec and his mates. When he arrived, panting and out of breath, Bertie related the news to an enraged Alec.

"Come on!" cried Bertie, "your faggot brother wants me to fuck him, and he wants you and your gang to be there."

Alec was shocked and angry, angry that his older brother might be a faggot, and angry at the shame and disgrace such a revelation would bring upon his family.

"I don't believe it," declared Alec, and off they all set to his house.

Alec saw Bertie's ladder still propped up against Percy's bedroom window. Alec went straight through the back door and up the stairs to Percy's bedroom, with the other boys and Bertie close behind.

Percy, his arms spread out and tied, and with his legs splayed, said,

"Hello Alec, how do you like your older brother now, now that you can see what a sissy faggot he is. Do you want to fuck me Alec? I know you like to stick your dick into any hole that you can fit it into, so why not stick it into my cunt?"

Behind the enraged Alec, the other members of his gang laughed and sniggered, and one of them, Peter Inigo, began to grope his erection though his jeans.

Without a word, Alec climbed up onto Percy's bed and stood over him.

"What's the matter Alec, can't you get your tentacle up? aren't you brave enough to fuck a fruit boy in front of your friends? Just look at Peter, he's just dying to do it to me".

Alec undid the buttons of his trousers and extracted his virulent young cock, which wasn't entirely erect but was obviously stiffening. And then, without warning, he unleashed a hot stream of piss into his older brother's face.

"That's it!" cried Percy, spluttering and gargling with his mouth overflowing with urine, "we know it's what I deserve. I'm swallowing as much as I can. Drown me with it!"

"Alright you lot. Stand aside" said Bertie as he pushed through the crowd, "Pussies piss, men fuck!"

Deflated and upstaged, Alec left the bed and Bertie took his place. He undid his cleaner's overalls and displayed his adult prick, which was a polished and potent eight-inch[20 cm] weapon. He grabbed Percy's legs and pushed them back, so that Percy's knees were touching his own chin and his cherry hole was the star attraction.

There were rude cries from the agitated boys.

"Give it to the faggot, Bertie!"

"Make the little sissy squeal!"

"Hurt the bitch!"

As Bertie entered Percy's cunt, Percy cried out,

"Yes, give it to me Bertie!"

"Make me squeal Bertie,"

"Hurt me Bertie." And Bertie did.

Peter Inigo, who could restrain himself no longer, joined Bertie on the bed, but positioned himself next to Percy's gasping mouth.

"Oh yes!" said Percy, "give me your tentacle Peter, let me taste it, let me kiss it, let me suck it in."

Peter slapped Percy across the face several times with his knob before shoving it into Percy's inviting mouth. Percy's body was now bouncing up and down with the force of Bertie's fucking, and his head trembled as he paid homage to Peter's prick. Peter was not long in cumming, and he poured his generous cream into Percy's hungry mouth, making sure that he kept enough to spread over the faggot's face, so that it would slither and drip off Percy's nose and chin.

Three of the other boys took their turn in abusing Percy, and the other two were either too afraid or embarrassed.

At the end, it was just Alec and Percy.

"Are you a pussy too Alec?" asked Percy, with cum drooling from his lips and his hole, "Are you a faggot just like me? Is that why you can't fuck me? Don't you want Bertie and the boys to see that you are not a sissy?"

All faces turned toward Alec, to see what he would do, to hear what he would say.

Alec's face was contorted with a seething rage, his hands balled into fists.

***

It was dusk and it was deserted. Soon it would be dark, and from the shadows would emerge the creatures of the night; the cruising homosexuals, the mincing transvestites, the flashers and the peeping Toms, the paedophiles and the perverts. Determined to teach his sexually obsessed older brother a lesson that he would not forget, and that would cure the faggot of the error of his ways, Alec dragged Percy deep into the forbidden forest, well away from prying eyes. When he found two saplings growing a suitable distance apart, he uncoiled the rope from around his neck and ordered Percy to strip himself naked.

"Oh Alec!" cried the stupid Percy, "what are you going to do to me?"

"Just shut up and take all your clothes off," Alec replied.

Percy couldn't strip off quick enough.

"Oh Alec!" Percy cried again, "you do want me, you do desire me, and you do love me, don't you?"

Alec looked at his older brother with eyes that betrayed his utter contempt for him, he regarded Percy's effeminate body with disdain; the narrow chest, the nipples no more than mosquito bites, the small penis and miniature balls, the legs that belonged to the body of a girl. But most of all the pouting, lips and the drooling mouth.

Alec seized hold of Percy's left wrist and quickly bound it to one of the saplings, then repeated the process with the right wrist, so that Percy was in his favourite pose, spread-eagled.

"This proves that you understand me Alec, it proves that you love me!" the pathetic Percy cried out.

Alec turned to leave and Percy called out after him, "Aren't you going to spread and tie my legs apart?"

"Spread your own bloody legs!" Alec swore at his older brother, and departed the scene.

Percy shivered involuntarily as the chill night air caressed his nude body. He was in a state of near ecstasy as he awaited his fate, sure that he would soon suffer and revel in being raped.

He sensed movement in the undergrowth and was convinced that a man would soon reveal himself, but he was mistaken. The movement in the undergrowth came from a rare species of succubus.

The End