Istari

Steven's Summer in Chains

Chapters 9-10

Chapter 9

Mark put Steven's leather wrist and ankle cuffs back on and buckled them tightly. They looked so amazingly erotic in contrast with the boy's smooth hairless skin. They were somewhat big for him, even though they were the smallest size Mark could buy. This seemed to further accentuate the boy's slender youth and diminutive stature and made him all the more adorable in his loving uncle's eyes. Mark quickly closed the little brass locks, making sure the novice slave boy could not take them off. Next he pulled Steven's hands behind his back and connected the boy's wrist cuffs with a single large padlock. This one had some noticeable weight to it.

'Where the hell does he get all these locks?' Steven mused privately. It seemed that Mark had the ability to produce them out of thin air.

With Steven's hands secured behind him, Mark next attached a leash to the thirteen-year-old's dog collar. He placed the loop end of the leash temporarily into Steven's mouth.

"You just hold that for me, slave," he said as he picked up a short length of chain and once again hobbled Steven's ankles. He took the now slightly moistened loop from the boy's mouth and gripped it loosely in his hand. He tugged gently on the leash and led Steven over to the nightstand. He pulled the boy's Goodnites up a little higher on his slender hips, making them compress the young teen's caged genitals even more snuggly, then he swatted the Goodnites-clad lad on the butt. He opened the boy's nightstand and pulled out a baby-blue pacifier.

Steven stared at it. It had not been there the day before.

"This is just another gag as far you're concerned, Stevie," Mark proclaimed. "I am the only one allowed to take it out and put it back in."

Steven dutifully opened his mouth and accepted the pacifier. It was funny and embarrassing to be babied like this, but it was also kind of hot. Steven could feel himself getting hard yet again.

Mark pulled the pacifier out for just a moment. "When I do allow you to speak, I want you to talk like a little boy, okay?"

Steven smiled a wicked playful grin and said, "Okay, Unkie Mark," in a high little voice.

Mark kissed his nephew on the cheek and put the pacifier back into the young teen's mouth. Pulling gently on the leash again, he took Steven down to the dungeon. Once there, he freed the boy's wrists, but left his ankles in chains.

"Crawl into your cage, little diaper boy," he said.

Steven smiled behind his pacifier, dropped to his hands and knees and crawled into the snug little cage. He positioned himself so he was sitting facing the cage door. Mark reached in, unlocked the boy's wrist cuffs, took them off and set them aside. He tied Steven's hands together with rope.

"Put your legs together, sweetie," he said.

Steven complied and watched as his uncle bound his shapely hairless legs with two sets of rope, one above his knees and another set below them. Mark tied them very tightly, especially the one above his knees, which dug into his thighs a bit. There was no way the boy would be able to separate his legs.

Before locking his cute nephew in the cage, Mark walked over to the makeshift bathroom area and filled a large tumbler full of water. He took it back to the boy and placed it in his bound hands. He pulled out the pacifier again.

"Drink up. Finish all of it," he instructed.

Steven was no fool. He knew exactly why he was being given so much water to drink. He actually liked the idea of peeing into his little big-boy diaper again and he drank the room temperature tap water with enthusiasm.

"What are you going to do if you have to pee, little boy?"

Steven smiled again, his blue eyes lighting up. "I'm gonna make pee-pee in my diapee!" he said, trying to sound like a little kid. Funny thing was, his 'little boy' voice was an exact copy of the way he talked and sounded back when he really was a little boy of five or six. Mark laughed and fondly tickled Steven's right foot. The boy giggled, softly and sweetly. It was a sound that filled Mark's heart with love.

"Alright, kiddo," he said more seriously now. "Get some sleep. I'll wake you up in a few hours." He put the pacifier back into Steven's waiting mouth then closed and locked the door to the cage. He adjusted the thermostat so it would be warm but not sweltering, then turned out all the lights.

Steven curled his legs up into a fetal position and allowed his eyes to close. He suckled on the pacifier for a while, enjoying the tightness of his ropes, the tightness of his Goodnites, the tightness of the little cage around his cock and balls. He didn't really remember falling asleep. His next conscious moment was waking up briefly with a full and aching bladder and slowly peeing into his Goodnites. The warmth and wetness was fun and calming and he took a contented breath, rolled over onto his opposite side and fell back to sleep once again, wet, and as happy a young teenaged boy as he could possibly be.

It was an hour later when he heard the door to his cage being unlocked and opened. He felt his uncle's strong hands untying the ropes around his knees. Mark freed the boy's hands next. Steven's ankles remained in chains.

"Crawl on out of there," Mark told his nephew. "Stay on your hands and knees."

Still suckling the pacifier, Steven crawled out and remained on all fours. Looking up he could see that his uncle was naked. His large cock was soft at the moment, dangling between his muscular legs. The site of Mark's smooth, chiseled body made the boy's cock twitch inside its little cage. Steven moved to take his master's cock into his mouth, but Mark stopped him.

"No, Steven. I have another use in mind for you right now. Stay right there and do not move."

Steven watched as Mark laid down a plastic tarp in the center of the dungeon. He then went back to the boy, clasped the leash to his dog collar and pulled him along on all fours until Steven was squarely in the middle of the tarp.

"On your knees."

Steven obeyed, wondering what was about to happen. Mark popped the pacifier out of the boy's mouth.

"Did little Stevie pee in his Goodnites?"

"Yes, Unkie Mark."

"Good boy."

Mark reached down and pulled out on the front of the boy's Goodnites. "Hold them open for me, boy."

Steven gripped the elastic band with his left hand. Mark aimed up with his soft cock and started pissing into the boy's already wet diaper. Steven's eyes widened.

"You're going to stay wet until after dinner," Mark announced. "You're going to have your Master's piss in your little diaper."

With visible effort, Mark stopped his stream of urine for a moment. Just long enough to take aim at the boy's face. "Close your eyes, slave."

Steven did so immediately. He knew what was coming. Mark pissed into the boy's soft silken hair, across his face and down onto the boy's chest. Steven quivered and sniffled, but did not make any effort to escape the stream of hot man-piss spraying him down.

"You okay?" Mark asked, stopping again.

"Y… yes, sir."

"Good. Open your mouth."

Steven hesitated for a moment, then he obeyed. Mark put his soft cock between the boy's beautiful pale lips.

"Don't suck. Don't do anything. I'm going to pee into your mouth now and you are going to swallow all of it. You are going to drink your master's piss."

Steven looked up at his uncle with fear in his eyes.

"From now on you are going to be my toilet. Whenever I need to take a piss, it's going to go in your mouth. Since this is your first time I'm going to go slow."

Steven trembled and wretched as the first hot spray of his uncle's strong urine filled his mouth. He gulped and gasped and swallowed as fast as he could, trying not to allow it to stay on his tongue. He coughed and choked and ended up getting some of it up his nose. It burned terribly. Mark held the boy's head and kept pissing into Steven's mouth.

"Don't gag. Swallow your master's piss. Taste it! You should be grateful to get it."

"Mmmmphh," Steven moaned as tears filled his young eyes.

Mark finally finished and pulled his cock out of the boy's mouth. Steven sucked in a loud gasping breath and went back to his hands and knees, coughing and crying and allowing the last little drops of his uncle's piss to dribble over his lips and onto the plastic.

Mark felt his resolve waning for just a moment, but quickly regained his masterful stance. If he allowed himself to really think about what he was doing, what he was about to do, he never could have kept going. He pulled down the back of Steven's Goodnites and firmly tugged on the boy's butt-plug, pulling it out of him in a single harsh motion.

Steven yelped and whimpered and once again had his butt-plug shoved into his mouth.

"Get that plug clean, boy."

Steven began to slurp on the latex plug, tasting his own boyish ass juices.

"Can you take a shit?" Mark asked him as he pulled the boy's diaper back up.

Steven realized he hadn't gone since his enema that morning. He did sort of need to crap. He nodded his head slowly.

"Do it in your diaper then. That's what they're for."

Strictly speaking that was not was Goodnites were designed for, but Mark rather enjoyed the idea of making Steven crap himself.

Steven stared at his uncle in disbelief.

"Or I could give you another punishment enema for disobeying me. It would be a big one. I would make sure it hurt."

Steven shook his head.

"Alright then, boy. Squat and take a shit."

The thirteen-year-old drew himself up into a squatting position. Still suckling on his butt-plug, and with his uncle watching him, the boy grunted and groaned and after several minutes of struggling brought on by this extreme humiliation, the thirteen-year-old pushed out a single small boy-turd into his Goodnites. Having received several enemas, he was a well-cleaned-out boy and so the smell, while boyishly musky, was not horrible. The feeling of it however was weird and wild. He was thirteen years old and he'd just taken a shit in his diapers. He returned to his knees, his chin pressed against his chest, blushing and ashamed and yet inexplicably turned on by the whole thing.

Mark reached behind him and smacked him on the rear end, then pressed firmly on the backside of the diaper, moving his hand around, squishing the boy's fresh turd and rubbing it all over the thirteen-year-old's butt.

Steven whimpered, as the smell grew a bit stronger. He started peeing again too. His Goodnites were now filled to bursting with his piss and his shit and the piss of his uncle as well.

"We're not done yet, shit boy," Mark said. "Lie down on your back."

Steven complied, feeling the squishy moistness in his diaper.

Mark squatted down directly over Steven's torso. Steven's eyes filled with terror and he spit the plug out of his mouth.

"No! No, Uncle Mark! Please don't!" he shouted.

Mark waited for the boy to snap his fingers. He even looked directly at the boy's hands and made a gesture with his own reminding the boy that a simple snap would end all this instantly.

Steven stared up at his uncle and clenched his fists. He did not snap his fingers.

"If your little slave cock weren't locked up, it would be rock hard right now, wouldn't it?" Mark whispered to him.

"Yes, sir," Steven answered.

"I need you to tell me to do this to you," Mark whispered again, gently rubbing the boy's taut stomach and swirling his index finger over the boy's cute innie-style navel.

"Do it," Steven whispered softly, closing his eyes.

Mark smiled. He'd been saving this all day. He grunted and sighed and took a huge messy shit all over his beautiful little slave boy's body. Steven went nuts for a minute, thrashing his legs around and clawing at the plastic tarp. The smell was strong, powerful. What they were doing was so wrong, so incredibly nasty, so amazing, so beyond even his wildest thirteen-year-old fantasies.

"Oh wow! Oh fuck yeah! Shit on me, sir!" he said in a loud and forceful teenaged tone, getting more and more excited by the idea, frightening and nasty though it was.

"'Master, shit on this worthless little slave'. Say it!" Mark growled at him, giving the boy his newest mantra.

"Master, shit on this worthless little slave! Shit all over me!"

And his master did exactly that, moving up and down over Steven's tummy and chest, leaving the boy's torso covered in hot man-shit. Steven held his breath, unable to take the smell, but the feeling on his skin was indescribable.

"Breathe, Steven," Mark said to him softly.

Steven opened his mouth and took in a big gulp of air. "No. With your nose, shit-boy. Smell it! Smell your master!" Mark clasped his right hand over the boy's mouth, forcing the thirteen-year-old to breathe through his nose. The strong odor made the boy's head spin.

Mark continued to straddle the boy, though he was now finished. "I want you to rub it all over your body," he said.

Steven shook his head. Mark took both of the boy's wrists into his hands and pulled them down onto Steven's shit-covered tummy. He forcibly pressed the young teen's hands into the fecal matter and began spreading it around.

"Oh, shit!" Steven whispered.

"Exactly," Mark replied with a laugh.

Steven giggled and relaxed. His hands were already covered with it, so he figured why not. He started to rub it in and spread it over his stomach and his chest.

"Get it down on your legs too," Mark said, gently fondling the front of the boy's Goodnites. He could feel how hard Steven's penis was inside its cock-cage.

Excited by his master's touch, Steven obeyed, rubbing his shit-covered hands over his smooth thighs and calves. Mark stood up, his feet on either side of the boy's torso, and began rapidly jerking his cock. He was hard instantly.

"Let me… let me suck you, sir," Steven pleaded.

Mark smiled at the filthy boy, covered now in piss and shit. He reached down and helped the boy to his knees. Steven immediately attacked Mark's erection, slurping it into his mouth and sucking wildly and frantically. Mark rubbed his hands over the boy's chest, coating them in his own waste and then wiping them off on the boy's face. Steven closed his eyes. Even his face had shit on it now. He was so horny. And if he wasn't allowed to cum, he would make his uncle cum so hard, so hard he'd never be the same.

Mark was groaning and sighing just moments later as the boy's soft, wet, warm mouth did its work.

"Mmmmmm, Steven, you are so good…"

'I know,' the boy thought with thirteen-year-old smugness as he felt his uncle's cock throb even harder in his mouth. He laved his tongue over Mark's piss slit, then released the man's erection for just a moment, licking Mark's balls.

"Want me to… want me to clean your butt for you?" the boy asked in a soft but excited voice.

Mark was stunned. "Do you really want to do that?"

"Yes."

"Then do it."

Mark turned around and bent over. Steven pushed away any momentary second thoughts and pressed his face right into his uncle's ass.

"Get your tongue in there, boy. Let me feel it. Clean me out. Taste your master."

"Mmmph," Steven said, fighting the urge to gag as he got his first taste of his uncle. He kept at it for ten minutes, long after he'd gotten Mark reasonably clean.

Mark was practically cooing now as the young boy's soft little tongue continued to rim him back there. His dick was sticking straight out and pulsing wildly.

"Stick your finger up there, Steven."

Steven complied, burying his index finger all the way to the knuckle into his uncle's butt.

"My dirty little nephew is finger-fucking me," Mark sighed as he began to slowly stroke his meat.

"Yeah," Steven replied, his voice tired and cracking. He reached down with his free hand and began to jiggle the hard caged lump of boy-cock trapped within his Goodnites.

Mark could hear the boy playing with himself.

"Stop that. If you want a dick to play with, play with mine. Reach around here and jerk me off, boy."

Steven did as he was told, wrapping his hand around Mark's thick veiny shaft, while he continued to finger his uncle's butt.

"I'm getting close."

"I wanna drink it, sir," the boy offered.

"Then get your little butt around here and get that cute cocksucking mouth on my dick right now!"

Steven wasted no time on words, scrambling around on his knees and slurping Mark's cock deep into his throat once more. He gagged involuntarily on the big hard dick but was determined to get his uncle off and suck down every drop of man-cum he could.

"Easy, boy," Mark soothed him.

Steven smiled with his lips wrapped around Mark's shaft. He slurped and blew and actually bit down a little on his master's hardness.

Mark didn't think he'd ever enjoy the feeling of a sub's teeth scraping against his cock, but Steven was applying just the right amount of pressure. It was totally hot. His hairless thirteen-year-old nephew gobbling up his hard hairy massive dick.

"Oh, god! This is it, boy… mmm, its gonna be… a big one…" Mark growled again and shouted and came hard, in massive violent spasms.

Steven was taken by surprise, gagging and gulping and choking down all of his uncle's seed. When the spasms finally stopped, Steven pulled off and collapsed on his knees against his uncle's body, wrapping his slender nicely muscled arms around Mark's waist. The extreme reality of what they'd just done had finally slammed into the boy and it was just too much for the thirteen-year-old to deal with.

"That was so awesome, baby," Mark said. He then heard the sound of Steven crying. A deep mournful sound of a boy confused and battered by feelings and emotions he was too young yet to truly comprehend. Mark immediately knelt down and embraced the trembling boy. "It is okay, Steven. It's okay. I've got you."

"Just hold me for a while, k?" the boy asked in a small quivering voice.

"I'll never let you go."

Man and boy. Uncle and nephew. Master and slave. Best friends. Lovers. They held one another tightly. Minutes passed. Mark caressed the boy's back and shoulders as Steven sobbed and cried, unable to get control of his confused emotions.

"Snap your fingers, Steven," Mark whispered.

"What? Don't want to…" the boy trailed off.

"Snap your fingers."

"Okay."

Snap.

"We both need a break for a while," Mark said, holding the boy out at arm's length and looking into his swimming tear-filled blue eyes.

"Yeah. That was so totally awesome though," the boy replied, still sniffling.

"You were totally awesome," Mark said, kissing the boy on the forehead. "Help me with the tarp, then we'll get you cleaned up." Mark wiped a tear from the boy's cheek. "You are one hell of stinking mess right now."

Steven smiled at him. He was mostly senseless as he helped Mark roll up the messy tarp and secure it within several thick lined trash bags. Instantly the strong odor faded. Steven was still smeared with shit and piss, but the air in the room was returning to freshness. He took in a deep breath and seemed to at least regain some of his composure. Steven rarely ever cried, but it occurred to him he'd done that quite a lot already in just the first few days of his long amazing summer in chains. So much was changing, including he himself, and it was so hard to figure out exactly where he stood when the ground kept shifting beneath his feet.

"I'm so glad I'm doing this with you, Uncle Mark," he said as Mark took him by the hand like a little boy and led him over to the shower.

"I'm glad we can share it, Steven. I think I always knew we'd end up like this."

"I always knew it too, even when I was too young to really know. Does that make sense?"

"Only to a thirteen-year-old," Mark laughed. He pulled Steven's soiled Goodnites down the boy's slender hips and Steven stepped out of them. Mark balled them up and tossed them in the direction of the big trash bag that held the evidence of their nasty little adventure. He removed Steven's collar and freed the boy from his ankle cuffs. Steven just stood there, still and silent and small.

"This stays on," Mark said, gently touching Steven's cock-cage.

"I know."

Mark turned on the shower. It was immediately warm and Mark gently guided the boy under the stream. He washed the boy slowly and lovingly, massaging Steven's shoulders and wiping away all the filth and grime that covered his young body. Steven sighed softly and cried again, just for a brief instant.

"Better?" Mark asked, tenderly holding Steven's head under the shower and allowing the warm water to run through the boy's hair.

"Yeah. Way better."

"Are you really okay?"

"Yeah. I'm good now. It was good the whole time really, it was just, it was just a little too much for me I guess."

"Everyone has limits. I don't think we've quite found yours yet. But we got kinda close today, didn't we?"

"Yeah."

"There," Mark said, pulling the boy by back into his arms. "All clean and beautiful again. No one has to know what a nasty little boy you are."

Steven's smile was brighter this time and his eyes had cleared. "I am nasty, aren't I? I mean how many boys get turned on by stuff like that?"

"Not too many. But that's what makes you so special."

Steven rested his head against Mark's chest. There were no towels at hand. This was the dungeon after all. The shower was there to hose the boy down and afterward he would be left to drip dry on his own.

"Stay here for a minute," Mark said as he went to one of the storage lockers and pulled out a soft white towel. He returned and wrapped it around Steven's shoulders. "Most of the time you'll just stay wet and dry off naturally."

Steven gave Mark his trademark little smirk and hugged the big soft towel close to his body. Then, with a sudden gleam in his eyes, he unwrapped himself from its warmth and proceeded to dry his uncle off.

"Slave dries his Master first, right?" he reasoned softly as water dripped off his flanks.

"Right," Mark said, then took the towel when Steven had finished. "And this time the Master will dry his slave."

They kissed again and Steven relaxed as his uncle rubbed him down with the towel. He then threw it over the boy's head and vigorously dried Steven's long light brown hair. Steven giggled, again feeling like a little kid.

"Ok," Mark said, tossing the towel aside. "Go get your butt-plug, and bring me some lube."

Steven hustled over to pick up his plug and grabbed a tube of lubricant from the supply shelf. Steven did not notice that this particular lubricant was meant for punishing ill-behaved slave boys. It had pepper oils in it, and it was meant to cause an uncomfortable and long-lasting irritation to the boy's sensitive insides. Mark instantly noticed the boy's mistake.

"Are you sure you got the right tube?" he asked playfully.

Steven really wasn't even aware stuff like this existed, and so he just gave his uncle a withering look, the one that comes so naturally to thirteen-year-old boys.

"I'm sure, sir."

"Alright then, smart guy. Bend over and grab your ankles."

"Yes, sir."

Mark made a quick trip to the supply shelf himself and snapped on a pair of latex gloves. No point in burning his own fingers with the stuff. He squirted a liberal amount of the hot lube onto his right index finger and swiftly pushed it into Steven's butt until he was knuckle-deep in the kid's hot tight little hole. The boy cooed at the pleasurable invasion of his master's finger and his cock hardened instantly inside its cage.

"You are such a butt slut," Mark said.

"Yeah. I know… I…" Steven began to feel a strange tickle in his butt that wasn't familiar. "I… um…"

The tickle slowly turned into a burn as Mark applied more of the lube to his finger and spread it around inside the thirteen-year-old's tight little boy-hole, making sure he got a lot of it around Steven's little pink pucker as well.

"Oh. Oh! Oooohhhh! What the hell!" Steven shouted as the burning sensation got even stronger. He stood up and started dancing around on his feet, blindly reaching his hands behind him to try to get the stuff out of him. Mark locked a firm grip around the boy's wrists and yanked Steven's arms painfully up behind his back.

Steven yelped.

"Don't you dare touch yourself," Mark warned him sternly.

Just moments ago everything was so warm and loving. The speed and suddenness with which the mood had changed made the boy's head spin. This had happened before. Mark's ability to shift so rapidly from kind and gentle to cruel and hard was both frightening and exciting.

"I asked you if you'd grabbed the right stuff and you said yes," Mark laughed at him. Then he smacked the boy hard on the ass. "Now get back in position so I can put your plug back in."

Steven was trying to figure out just what exactly he'd grabbed off that shelf, but with a whimper he assumed the required position once again and took hold of his ankles. His body was shaking as Mark lubed up the plug with yet more of the burning pepper lube and shoved the thing into the boy's rectum with a single forceful thrust.

"Oh, jeeez! Fuck that burns! Take it out! You gotta take it out!"

"I have to do no such thing, slave boy. This is your own fault. You'll have to deal with it. It will get a little less painful in a few hours."

"Hours!?" Steven shrieked.

"Next time you'll be more careful, won't you?"

"Yes, sir," the boy sniffled miserably.

Mark rubbed more of the lubricant directly onto the soft silken skin of Steven's perfect little butt, then he moved round front and spread a small amount over the boy's hairless ball-sack.

It took only a few seconds for Steven's balls to start burning. He screamed at the top of his lungs and again tried to reach down with his hands, only to again have his arms yanked harshly behind him, this time with enough force to put some real strain on his shoulders.

"I warned you once, Stevie," Mark said, bending the boy's arms up until his wiggling fingers were level with his collar.

"You're hurting me," Steven whimpered.

"Are you going to behave yourself?"

"Yes, sir," the boy squeaked.

Mark released Steven's arms. The young teenager was holding back tears. It felt like someone was holding a match to his balls.

"My nuts are on fire, sir!" he said.

"Too bad, kid," Mark replied. He then handed the suffering boy a clean pair of Goodnites.

"Pull 'em up."

Steven meekly did as he was ordered. Mark adjusted them so they applied particular pressure to the boy's caged cock. He was so cute like this. A muscular superbly athletic thirteen-year-old boy in a pair of Goodnites, this one with colorful race cars on it. The bulge in front, made larger by the cock-cage, was adorably sexy. Mark rubbed the soft synthetic fabric and squeezed that nice teen-boy bulge.

Steven moaned in pleasure, in spite of the burning in his most sensitive areas. Mark continued manhandling the boy's imprisoned genitals. Rubbing and jiggling and tugging. He reached around with his free hand and pressed on Steven's butt-plug, driving it against the young teen's prostate.

"Oh, yeah," Steven moaned. Steven's pulse quickened and his breath started to become ragged. His boycock was throbbing inside its cage. A series of soft high-pitched whines escaped his throat. Mark recognized that sound. The sound Steven made right before he was about to cum. The boy stared at his uncle and master with desperate glassy eyes.

"Please," he whispered softly. "Please let me cum."

"Not yet," Mark whispered back, directly into the boy's ear. "The wait will be worth it. Trust me."

Thirteen-year-olds live in the moment, and at the moment all Steven could think about was his urgent need to shoot his spunk and have a cum. A real cum. He growled and groaned and pressed his hips forward, driving his caged cock into Mark's hand.

"None of that, kiddo," Mark said gently. Then he yelled sharply, snapping the boy out of his sex-crazed stupor. "Stand at attention. Right now!"

Steven instantly complied, spreading his legs, arching his back and clasping his hands behind his head.

"Get yourself under control."

Steven nodded with moist eyes. The burning in his butt and his balls, both inside and out was intense. "Sir, yes, sir," his voice was high and strained. "Sorry, sir."

Mark put the boy back into his wrist and ankle cuffs and connected them all together with chains. He replaced Steven's dog collar with a thick iron one that closed with a locking bolt. He attached a heavy chain to the ring in the front of the collar, locking it there with a huge and very heavy padlock. He connected the other end of the chain to a ring mounted in the concrete floor. Steven immediately found out that the chain was not long enough to allow him to move around very much. There was almost no slack. All the young teen could do was stand up straight and remain perfectly still. The slightest motion yanked on the chain and any attempt to go beyond the chain's limits threatened to choke him.

Chained to the floor! A heavy iron collar locked around his neck. Just like a real slave. That was amazingly hot, and the horny thirteen-year-old felt a large glob of pre-cum ooze out of his cock.

Mark went to the sink, filled a glass of water and made the boy gulp it all down. He then went back and repeated the procedure two more times. Steven now felt as if his stomach was about to burst. It was really uncomfortable having all that water in there. He knew it wouldn't be long before he'd start peeing into his diaper.

"Pissing will help take the burn away. The sooner you start peeing yourself, the sooner you'll get some relief."

The boy's penis-gag went back in and was locked in place. Mark then attached a set of clamps to Steven's adorable dime-sized nipples. They were mild ones, tightened gradually with a screw, meant to cause the boy more arousal than pain. Steven moaned into his gag as yet another stream of pre-cum dribbled out of him. The insides of his Goodnites were thus already getting wet and he hadn't even peed in them yet.

"Walk toward me as far as you can," Mark commanded.

Steven shuffled forward awkwardly in his heavy chains, discovering that he had a most about twelve inches [30 cm] of movement before the chain started to tug against him.

"Good," Mark replied as he placed a line on the floor with a black marker. "Now get back where you were." Steven nodded and took three small back-steps. His chains rattled and clinked and clanked.

"Get down on your hands and knees."

Steven meekly complied. This was hard to do with all those heavy chains connecting his wrists and ankles, but he was on all fours quickly enough.

"Crawl toward me, Steven."

The thirteen-year-old did as he was ordered, discovering that on all fours he could stretch his range of mobility a bit further before feeling the merciless tug of the chain at his neck. Again Mark recorded the furthest edge of the chained boy's range.

"Back," Mark said, in a tone one would use when speaking to a dog.

Steven crawled backwards.

"On your feet."

Steven obeyed and then watched as his uncle, using masking tape, carefully marked out a distance roughly halfway between the boy's walking range and crawling range. Mark took several more minutes to tape out a square with Steven at its very center.

"No part of the slave's body is allowed to leave this square. Understood?"

Steven nodded slowly that he did.

Mark held the key to the big padlock that was securing the heavy chain to Steven's iron collar and placed it on the floor, just outside the square, close enough that Steven could crawl forward and reach it. But he would have to leave his boundaries to do so.

"You may sit down, or you can stay on your feet," Mark announced. "Either way you're staying down here until I put you to bed. I'll be down later with some food for you."

The talk of food reminded Steven that he hadn't eaten anything since breakfast. His tummy growled accordingly. Mark placed another small key next to the one he'd already put down. He then turned the air conditioner off, allowing only the fan to run, ensuring that the dungeon would get very warm, and very humid and very uncomfortable, very quickly. "Have fun, slave," he said before closing the door. Steven could hear it being locked from the other side.

It wasn't long before Steven felt the urge to pee. He stood there in his chains, biting down on the penis-gag in his mouth. He closed his eyes tightly and willed himself to start pissing, tightening his beautiful abdominal muscles and spreading his chained legs as far apart as they could go. With his cock half-hard inside its cage, the boy's urine began as a frustrating trickle, but soon enough nature took its course and Steven began to fill his Goodnites. He could feel it getting heavier between his legs as it absorbed the thirteen-year-old's man-sized piss.

'Yeah, that feels so awesome,' the boy thought. And Uncle Mark had told the truth. All that warm hot boy piss seemed to counteract the effects of the pepper lube. His insides were still burning, but at least he'd managed to put out the fire in his balls. Now the problem was he had a full wet piss-filled pair of Goodnites to deal with, for who knew how long. Uncle Mark hadn't said specifically when he'd be coming back down. Steven liked the initial feeling of hot pissy wetness around his imprisoned cock and balls, but urine cools quickly once it leaves the body, and before long the boy was feeling cold and clammy down there and rather embarrassed and miserable.

And yet somehow that sense of misery and humiliation was very exciting. His penis was swollen again inside its little cage, an occurrence that was becoming all too common in the novice thirteen-year-old slave's experience. Steven's horniness had not ebbed in the slightest, in fact he was more eager and desperate and driven than ever, and the constant denial, the fact that he couldn't even have a real erection was beginning to become a sexual thrill in and of itself. Not being able to get hard was making him want to get hard all the time. Not being allowed to cum was making him want to cum all the time. Denial led to arousal which led back to denial which turned into even deeper arousal. Steven was starting to become aware that it was a never ending cycle and one that was growing more and more intense each day. His need to cum was so overpowering now that it was never far from his mind, even when they were out in public or doing 'normal' stuff, the boy was constantly aware of the cage that imprisoned his boyhood and the meaning and consequences it brought.

'Being a slave is really cool.' Steven thought as he decided to sit down and rest his legs. He had no idea how long he'd been standing there, but it felt good to sit even if his butt was a bit sore from the recent spankings and paddlings. The wetness of his Goodnites squished as he sat down cross-legged on the concrete floor. He tugged at the chain around his neck and draped it over his right thigh. He had a lot more slack now and a bit more freedom of movement, but the chain ensured he could not get far. Everything in the dungeon was carefully placed just out of his reach, with the exception of the key to the padlock that secured the chain to his collar.

Steven rather liked the idea that Uncle Mark had left the key in plain view, and within his reach but beyond his ability to retrieve it. In order to get it, he'd have to leave his box, which meant disobeying his master which is something he did not want to do. The young teen would never have unlocked himself anyway, even without his uncle's instructions. Being chained down here like a naked animal was everything Steven had fantasized and dreamed and jerked-off about for months. Mark could have left the key right in the boy's hand with no worries of his nephew getting loose, but Steven realized that wasn't the point and his uncle obviously did too. The psychology of having that key so close, so tantalizingly close was powerful indeed. When Steven noticed a smaller key sitting next it, right there on the floor, his eyes widened and his pulse quickened and his cock attempted to harden yet again. All the keys looked remarkably the same, but he saw that this one had a small blue dot on it. He knew it instantly. It was the key to his cock cage. It was right there for the taking.

Now that was a temptation that was going to prove harder for the horny thirteen-year-old to resist. He stared at that shining little key for a moment and then down at his Goodnites-clad groin. His cock throbbed and ached. His balls felt huge and heavy and swollen. He needed to cum so bad. Maybe he could do it without Mark knowing. His hands were chained, but basically free enough for him to slide his Goodnites down, grab the key, unlock the cock-cage, give himself a good swift teenaged wank and then put everything back the way it was. Before he knew it he was on his hands and knees and crawling toward that key. His hand hovered over it for just a few seconds, wavering, wavering.

Finally with a rapid motion he grabbed it and scurried back to his position in the center of the square. He pulled his wet Goodnites down his slim hips and let them fall around his ankles. His young heart was pounding. He was disobeying his master. He was being as bad as a slaveboy could possibly be and he was about to be even badder. He held the key in his soft young teenaged hand. His hand was trembling. Guilt washed over him and the hair on the back of his neck stood up.

'Don't do it,' he thought to himself, but it was already too late. Steven had already made up his young mind. He gazed down at his caged genitals, amazed and rather frightened at how permanently swollen his cock had become. It filled the cage completely now even when it was soft, which at the moment it most definitely was not. It was so hard. He could not have an erection, but he could still get incredibly hard inside that thing. It was hurting him and taunting him and teasing him and turning him on all at the same time. He felt another huge glob of precum oozing through his penis and with a little clenching of his muscles he coaxed it out of his piss slit and watched as it formed a long silvery strand dangling precariously between his legs.

Steven took the key. The special key with the blue dot. The key to his sex. The one key above all he knew he should not be touching. The key that often hung from his collar as a sign of trust and honor. All of which he was about to break. With his left hand shaking violently he pushed the key into the tiny brass padlock. It slid right in. With a deep breath he grasped the key between his thumb and index finger and applied the necessary pressure.

It didn't turn!

He tried again.

It didn't turn!

Steven felt a wave of nausea wash over him.

'This isn't the right key!' he thought.

He pulled it out of the lock and stared at it. There was a blue dot on it. This had to be the key it just had to be. He inserted it again and twisted a little harder.

It would not turn.

Steven began to cry. The weight of what he'd just done, and the evil little trick his uncle had just pulled on him, crashed down upon his young shoulders.

He'd disobeyed his uncle, the man who was his hero, the man who was his master. He'd disobeyed him in almost every possible way.

'What should I do? What should I do?' the boy thought desperately. There was no way the lock was coming off. This was not the key. His cock began to deflate as guilt and shame pushed away any sense of thrill and arousal.

Steven was a kind, giving, intelligent and trustworthy boy. And he was honest. Generally speaking. Like all boys his age, he'd lied before, and he would most certainly lie again, but this wasn't some little nothing that could be forgiven and forgotten. This was big. This was a huge mistake, a sad error in judgment, a breaking of the rules that he could not live with. Steven could not lie to his uncle, nor could he deceive him. Steven knew he could never live with himself if he did that.

He set the key down at his feet, pulled his Goodnites up and sat back down. He made no attempt to return the key to its original location. He clutched it in his hand and cried some more. Not because he had failed to get the cock-cage off, but because he had failed on a much deeper level.

Mark returned to the dungeon three hours later. It was late evening by this time. He had a tuna sandwich for the boy and a can of soda for him to drink. The only food Steven had gotten since breakfast and the only food he would be getting. Mark had intended to come down sooner, with a full meal for the boy, but he got the idea that it might be interesting to keep the kid hungry and starved, just for one day. So it was just a little sandwich and a soda, a diet one at that. Steven's lean taut adorable tummy would be growling and rumbling all night.

When Mark unlocked the door he found the boy sitting in the middle of the square, but Steven immediately stood up when he saw his uncle had come back. It was sweltering down here now. Steven's light hair was darkened and damp and plastered against his face and forehead. His smooth flawless hairless skin glistened with a fine sheen of boy-sweat. His eyes were red and somewhat puffy. Mark found that rather odd and disturbing.

To Steven's absolute surprise, Mark did not bother to look at the keys he'd left on the floor to ensure they'd remain untouched. Instead he simply set the boy's sandwich and soda within the small square he had marked off for him.

"You've been crying," he said softly, touching a hand to the boy's gentle tear-streaked face.

Steven nodded miserably.

"Why?" Mark couldn't imagine what had been so traumatic. He'd left Steven tied, bound or chained, and alone, often for hours before. Every summer since the boy was eight. But he understood how different this summer was becoming. How strange and scary and deep and dark and wonderful. He took a moment to loosen the boy's gag and let it fall around Steven's neck. "Why were you crying? What's wrong?" he asked, anxiety and concern clouding his voice.

Steven sniffled and gazed up at him with his soft blue eyes. He held out his left hand, which had been clenched into a tight fist for hours now. He opened it slowly, revealing the key with the blue dot.

Mark stared down at the boy's open hand and the tiny key lying there in Steven's palm. He raised his eyes again just as quickly. If Steven expected to see anger in them, there was none to be found.

"I'm so sorry," Steven said, his voice so small and sad and helpless.

Mark drew the boy into his arms. The key fell to the floor unnoticed. Mark hugged his nephew closely, tightly, lovingly. Steven melted into his uncle's embrace and started crying all over again.

"I didn't mean to," he sobbed. "I didn't want to. But it was just so hard. It was right there. All I had to do was take it, so I took it. Oh, man, I've fucked this up so bad."

"It's alright, Stevie. It's alright. I figured that's what would happen. I just didn't think it would break you up like this. I'm sorry. I didn't mean for it to be some kind of mind game. I figured you'd swipe the key, jerk yourself off and put it back and it would just be your little secret, and mine. But I should have known better. You're not that kind of boy, are you? Too honest for your own good."

Steven managed a little smile and hugged his uncle even closer. But something Mark had just said struck him as odd.

"So. How was it?" Mark asked. "Did it feel good to finally have a cum?"

"What? I didn't… I couldn't…"

Mark stared at the boy, suddenly puzzled. "You… you took the key, but you didn't unlock your cock-cage?"

"I couldn't."

"I don't understand."

Steven stared up at him in surprise. "That key isn't the right one. It fits in the lock but it won't turn."

Mark actually laughed. He couldn't help himself. Not at the boy, but at this unforeseen twist of circumstance. "I left you the wrong key?"

"You… you left me the wrong key." Now it was Steven's turn to giggle, just a bit.

Mark reached down and picked up the little key that had caused so much trouble. "Well, it does have a blue dot on it. I must have mixed this one up with the others. Wonder what it actually goes to?"

"It sure doesn't go to this thing," Steven said, reaching down and jiggling his cock-cage. A great sense of relief was washing over him. He'd still broken a lot of the rules, but now it was rather clear that his uncle had sort of intended and expected him to do just that.

Mark smiled down at him and kissed him on the forehead.

"What was that for?" the boy asked.

"Because you are so incredibly adorable. And so special. You could have just put the key back and we both would have just pretended it didn't happen. That's what I set all this up for. I never figured you'd hand me the key and tell me everything.

"I'm too honest for my own good, right?" Steven replied, echoing his uncle's earlier sentiment.

"In this case, yes," Mark said. "But it is wonderful that you are honest. That you have a sense of honor and decency. I've never been so proud of you."

They hugged again. Only the growling of Steven's belly shook them from their loving embrace.

"Guess I aught'ta feed you, huh?"

"Yeah. I'm really hungry."

"And really horny, I bet."

"Hah!"

"All that trouble and you still didn't get to cum. Well, too bad for you, kiddo."

Steven groaned in protest, but there was a big smile lighting up his face.

"Now before you eat, I need to use the bathroom."

Steven's smile vanished, but his eyes danced with sudden excitement.

"On your knees, piss-boy!"

Steven obeyed instantly.

"Open my zipper and take out your master's cock."

"Yes, sir."

With trembling hands, the thirteen-year-old fumbled with the zipper on Mark's jeans and soon had them open. He reached in and carefully extracted his master's thick impressive cock, careful not to let it graze against the teeth of the zipper. Mark was very impressed by this.

"You worship this, don't you?"

"Yes, master," Steven replied, gently kissing the tip of Mark's cock, licking off the sticky pre-cum that glistened there.

"Toilet!" Mark ordered.

Steven instantly sat back on his knees, clasped his hands behind his back as far as the chains would allow and obediently opened his mouth.

"I'm not going to go easy on you this time. You're taking all of it, all at once."

Mark let go and started pissing, hard and fast into young Steven's waiting mouth. It was more than the thirteen-year-old was prepared for. It was coming faster than his gagging clenching throat could swallow. Soon it overflowed the boy's mouth and began pouring out over his lips. Mark grabbed the boy by his long sweaty hair and pulled him closer.

"Drink it!" he hissed. "Drink your master's piss you filthy slave."

Steven was trying his best to do just that, but in the end he simply could not keep up with a grown man's strong full stream of piss. Sensing that Steven was struggling and in danger of choking, Mark willed himself to stop. Steven fell forward, gasping for breath and allowing more of his uncle's piss to fall from his mouth.

"Since you couldn't finish, we'll find another way," Mark said. He fetched the tuna sandwich he'd brought down for the boy and pissed all over it until his bladder was finally empty. He set the plate back down in front of Steven. The bread was a soggy pissy mess.

"Eat up, boy. Or go hungry the rest of the night." Steven stared in horror at the ruined sandwich. He loved tuna salad, and Mark made it way better than his mom. But that bread. That wet soggy bread. It smelled so bad. Drinking piss was one thing, he could just send it right past his tongue and swallow it down. This was going to be totally different. Still on his knees he picked up the first half of the sandwich. The piss actually squished out of the bread as if it were a wet sponge.

Mark said nothing. He simply stood there with his eyes on his nearly naked thirteen-year-old nephew and one hand slowly stroking his massive erection.

Steven put the sandwich to his lips, took one bite. Chewed, swallowed and wretched almost immediately. He forced another bite past his lips with the same results.

"You're not going to be sick, are you?" Mark asked, again shifting seamlessly from cruel wicked master to caring concerned uncle.

"No, sir," Steven said. He was not going to give in. He'd been ordered to eat that nasty fucking piss sandwich and he was going to do just that. He shoved the remainder of the first half into his mouth in a colossal bite and chewed and chewed, slowly getting used to the acrid but somehow arousing taste of his uncle's piss mixed with food. It was really the sogginess of the bread that sickened him more than anything, and eating it as fast as possible seemed to solve that problem. He attacked the second half with considerably more vigor.

Mark was stroking his meat rapidly now, turned on and amazed at just how dirty and nasty and uninhibited young Steven could be. Is there anything he couldn't get this boy to do?

Steven finished the sandwich, licked his soft boyish lips and quickly shot forward onto Mark's cock, sucking his master off like the little pro he'd become.

"Ah, my little piss slave wants some milk with his sandwich." "mmph, mmph," Steven nodded with his mouth full of dick.

Mark had cum so often in the last few days, mostly under the tender ministrations of Steven's lips and tongue that it took him a while this time to work up to an orgasm. Steven however would not be denied. He sucked and slurped, licked and chewed, twirled and swirled, moaned and sighed and seemed so utterly perfectly content to be on his knees in front of his master. Mark ran his fingers gently through the boy's sweat-soaked hair. He was sweating now too. It was getting unbearably hot down here. But he was close. Too close to stop. Just an instant later he growled and groaned and shot another load into the boy's eager little mouth. Steven lapped it up hungrily and then fell back onto his knees once more.

Mark tucked his meat away into his jeans, patted the boy on the head and handed him the diet soda.

"You're staying down here all night, and you're going to sleep right here in your little square. Chained to the floor."

Steven smiled, rather liking that idea.

"I'll turn the air on a bit so you don't dissolve into a little puddle of sweat, but I don't want you feeling too comfortable down here. Drink your soda. I'll come down and put you in a clean pair of Goodnites before I go to bed."

He walked over to the storage cabinet and produced a notepad and a pen. "Here," he said, handing it to the nearly naked young teen. "I want you to start keeping a slave journal. You can write anything you want in it. It's private. I will not read it unless you want me to, but I want you to take it seriously. Write about everything you've been through so far. Every thought you have, every feeling you don't understand, everything you've liked, everything you've hated. And why you liked it. Why you hated it. Be honest with yourself. And when you're done, read it back. You might learn a few things about Steven Carson you never knew before.

"Okay."

"What was that?"

"I mean, yes, sir."

"That's better."

Steven chugged down the diet soda and let out a loud teenaged-boy belch of which he seemed both proud and impishly amused. Mark put the dick-gag back into the boy's mouth and strapped it tightly behind his head as always. This time, before he left, he took both of the keys with him, still staring down somewhat puzzled at the one with the blue dot. "You know I wonder where I put the one that actually unlocks your cock-cage," he said with a wicked grin on his face. "It would really suck for you if I've lost it."

Steven's eyes filled with dread and he was about to shout something smart-alecky into his gag, but Mark had already closed the door, locking the boy alone in the dungeon once again.

Steven crossed his legs and rested the notepad on his right thigh. He stared at the first blank page for a while and then scribbled across the top in chaotic adolescent print:

He'd already filled three pages when Mark returned with another can of diet soda.

"Off to a good start I see," Mark observed.

Steven smiled through his gag and nodded. Writing everything down was really almost like reliving it all over again. It was very cool and he was very proud of what he'd accomplished so far.

The boy had his gag removed just long enough to chug down the soda. Then it went right back in.

Mark stood the boy up, removed the chains from his ankles, and stripped the boy out of his wet and now completely saturated pair of Goodnites. He went to the sink and returned with a warm soapy rag and proceeded to wash the boy's mid-section, making sure he got all the old urine cleaned away from the young teen's soft sensitive skin. Steven sighed contentedly as Mark washed his aching young balls and ran the rag gently over his butt, still somewhat red and tender from the continued application of Mark's hands or the paddle. Mark then carefully washed the boy's bare pubic region. The last thing he wanted was for the poor boy to get a rash. As he carefully cleaned the boy's groin he paused and smiled. Was it? Yes. Yes, there was a single little blond hair there, just above the base of the boy's cock-cage. Steven's very first pubic hair. A monumental moment in the life of any young boy.

"Take a look down here, Steven," Mark said gently.

Steven wasn't sure what he was supposed to be looking for, so Mark had to point it out to him. The boy's eyes lit up the instant he saw it and he smiled proudly.

"Yep. Your first one. And I'm afraid it has to go. Boys are not allowed to have hair on their bodies in this house."

Mark pinched that one single inoffensive little hair between the fingernails of his thumb and forefinger and plucked it out without so much as a warning.

"Yeowch!" Steven yelped and bit down hard on the penis-gag.

"From this day forward it will be your job to pluck them out. If I ever see you with more than three little hairs down there, I will pull them out myself and you won't enjoy it, trust me."

Steven nodded his head vehemently that he understood.

Satisfied, Mark pulled a clean dry pair of Goodnites up Steven's legs and around his slender waist. This pair seemed to be a lot smaller than the ones he'd had on before, they were very tight and forced his caged cock down between his legs. He looked completely flat up front with no teenaged bulge there at all.

"Just the way a hairless little piss-boy should look," Mark said, tussling Steven's hair and kissing him on the cheek. "Stand at attention!"

Steven quickly assumed the position, spreading his feet wide apart until all the slack in the chain between them was gone. He arched his back, presenting his cute boyish chest and tight muscular abdomen to his master. He kept his shackled wrists pressed firmly to his sides. He kept his head level and his eyes forward.

Mark praised the boy for his perfect form. He then gazed at the screw-clamps still attached to the boy's dime-sized nipples. Steven had been wearing them for several hours now and had almost become unaware of their presence. Whenever he moved sharply, which was difficult bound as he was, the chain that connected the little silver clamps would swing and shift and tug on them gently, sending little waves of pleasure through the young teen's body. These were, so far, the only clamps Steven had experienced and he'd found them quite arousing, sexy and pleasurable. He had as yet no knowledge of the heavier nastier ones in his uncle's collection, nor any clue just how much pain they could inflict on a young boy.

Mark smiled at him, grazed his fingers gently over the boy's nipples and turned the screws tighter, tighter, until they began to pinch and crush. Steven hissed into his gag and nearly left his position.

"Keep perfectly still. You do not move when I'm doing this," Mark warned him sternly as he continued tightening the screws. The left one first, then the right, then back to the left. Steven began to whimper and whine as the dull pain grew sharper and sharper.

"This is just a taste, boy," Mark told him. He then walked round behind the not quite five-foot [1½ m] tall boy and locked his hands around the boy's head, turning Steven to face the wall with all of its many torture implements hanging from it. He pointed out all the different nipple clamps that hung there, some connected to each other with chains, some not, but all of them quite frightening to the eyes of the novice boy slave. "Those are all designed to hurt you, Steven. They are designed to make a boy scream. Maybe I'll make you wear a pair of them tonight? What do you think?"

Steven quickly shook his head and moaned into his gag. Mark tussled the boy's sweaty hair again. He knew his nephew better than anyone, and he knew the clamps would have been one step too far today.

"Maybe some other time," he whispered into the boy's ear. Then he gently loosened the screws on the clamps and took them off. As the blood returned to the thirteen-year-old's nipples he let out a sharp high-pitched yelp, but that was the limit of his distress under these rather mild little clamps. Mark massaged the boy's little nips, pleased at how they looked.

'He'd look totally hot with them pierced,' Mark thought to himself, immediately imagining young Steven with little silver rings in his adorable nipples. He smiled knowingly. Steven caught the look in his uncle's eyes and knew something was up.

"Mmph?" the boy spoke into his gag.

"Oh, you'll find out. Now, no more noises from you tonight, little slave. When you're gagged you are to be silent, remember?"

Steven nodded slowly.

Mark then ordered Steven onto all fours and gave the boy ten quick but rather light strokes with a wooden paddle. Not enough to cause any lasting pain, but more than sufficient to remind the boy who was the master and who was the slave and to ensure his little butt remained sore until morning.

"You are to stay inside your square," Mark said. He set up a small portable reading light for him, battery powered. "You can stay up for a bit and write more in your journal if you want. But try to get some sleep. I've got a busy day planned for us tomorrow."

Steven watched as his uncle left him yet again. The lights went out and the door clicked locked. Alone, in silence, with only the single reading light for company, it suddenly hit him that he'd basically spent the entire day here in the dungeon.

'How cool is that?' the boy thought as he curled up on his side and wrote a few more paragraphs. After several minutes the pen fell from Steven's left hand and the soft sounds of a young boy sleeping heavily, and dreaming of sex and bondage and wonderful things, was the only thing to be heard in the basement of that seemingly normal house on the beautiful stretch of private beach along the rolling Atlantic.

Chapter 10

Steven quickly learned that the reality of being chained overnight on a concrete floor was far more problematic than the fantasy. He slept soundly enough at first, simply out of mental and physical exhaustion; but with no pillow for his head and no cushion or support for his lean young body he was soon awake once again. He tried lying on his side, only to feel an ache in his hip after only a few minutes. He rolled onto his back only to discover that the dull pain in his sore butt made this position uncomfortable too. Sleeping on his stomach was something he could never do, even in a soft bed, so that was out of the question. The heavy chain around his neck was another problem, always tugging at him or getting in the way. Trying to sleep with the large cock-gag in his mouth was also proving difficult. He was drooling all over himself and the floor, and his jaw was starting to get a bit tired and sore. Steven thus slept in fits of waking.

All those sodas he'd been forced to drink in the last few hours were having their intended effect as well. He peed once in his sleep, waking up halfway through as he felt his Goodnites getting all wet and warm. He was awake an hour later when he had to pee again. After first having difficulty going this way, it had quickly become both arousing and easy and so with a contented sigh the thirteen-year-old let himself go, filling his absorbent night-time protection with another heavy stream of teen-boy piss.

'Wonder how much these things can hold?' he thought to himself.

The other problem of course was the combined effect of his chastity device and his butt-plug. Steven's young penis had been locked in that little cock-cage and his virgin boy-hole had been plugged practically every waking and sleeping moment since shortly after his arrival. The poor boy was so sexually over-stimulated now that his penis would remain hard within the tiny little cage for long periods of time, to the point where it was becoming painful. This is probably what kept him awake more than anything, the constant distraction of having a throbbing caged-up boy-dick between his legs. He thought about rubbing himself there and seeing if he could make himself cum. His hands were free after all and his Goodnites were already soaked. But after his miserable failure with the key he decided not to.

'It will be worth the wait.' That's what his master had told him and that set him thinking. 'He is going to let me cum. Sooner or later. I can wait. I can do it. Just hope it's sooner!'

He drifted in and out of sleep for the rest of the night. Toward what he had to assume was morning, he woke up again with a painfully hard dick and an equally urgent need to pee.

'Come on, come on, get soft so I can piss,' he told his misbehaving cock. He got up to his knees, as that normally seemed to help move things along.

Finally the desperate need to empty his bladder took charge and he pissed for the third time into his already full and saturated Goodnites. It was a teenaged boy's morning piss, and so it was big and strong and there was a lot of it. He finally found out how much a pair of Goodnites can hold as he felt his warm pee escaping the tight leg-holes of the big-boy diapers and running down his smooth hairless legs.

'Oh, man, I'm making a mess!' But there was nothing the boy could do about it. He just kept on pissing until he was empty and sat there in a puddle of his own urine.

'He's probably going to make me lick this up or something gross like that,' Steven thought. Of course his cock throbbed back to life at just the very idea of doing something so degrading and humiliating.

Steven pondered that for a while. He could sort of understand why he loved being tied up so much or put in chains, or gagged, or even having that cage around his penis. He could even understand why he liked being spanked and whipped sometimes. A little bit of pain was actually rather fun. But why was all this naughty, nasty dirty stuff so hot to him? And why did it turn him on so much when Uncle Mark called him names and treated him like an animal and made him do embarrassing things. Steven was a boy who was mortally afraid of being embarrassed. This was true to some degree for all teenaged boys, but with young Steven it was almost obsessive. In school, at home, at his various sports, even with his friends, he was always careful never to be seen making a fool of himself or doing something stupid. Never call attention to yourself. Never make them laugh at you. Just be a good normal boy and you'll be okay.

Maybe that was it. Here, with his uncle, knowing he was safe and loved and would not be judged, he could be free of all that pressure that comes with being a thirteen-year-old boy. He could just be himself. He was the center of attention here. He was his uncle's little slave boy but he was starting to realize that this whole summer was really about Steven. Everything they were doing was for him, or to him, or about him. So it was okay and kind of cool to be called sexy dirty names and made to drink piss and lick his uncle's butt and all those other things.

He clicked on his little reading light and started writing down all the humiliating things that really turned him on, and some things he hoped Mark might yet do to him. When he heard the door being unlocked, he stopped and crawled to his knees and turned so that he would be facing his master.

Mark walked in wearing only a pair of black boxer briefs. Steven's eyes scanned his uncle's lean muscular torso and came to rest on the man's big half-hard cock. Mark could tell instantly that the boy hadn't gotten much sleep, there were little dark circles under Steven's gorgeous blue eyes.

"I see you're up. Good boy. I like a slave who's ready and waiting for his master." Mark stood in front of his thirteen-year-old nephew and pulled out his cock. "Toilet," he said as if it were a perfectly routine thing. As the days and weeks went by it would indeed become just that.

Steven scrambled forward on his knees and raised his head, waiting for his uncle to take off his gag. Mark retrieved the keys and removed the cock-gag. Steven groaned softly as the pain in his jaw became a bit more acute.

"You just keep that little urinal open," Mark said. Steven obediently complied. "I've got to piss really bad," his uncle continued. "It's going to go all over you this morning. No way you're gonna be able to swallow it all. But you'd better try your best or I'll skin your butt."

With no further warning, Mark unleashed his morning piss. As was their ritual, he began by pissing into Steven's hair and over his face, watching with delight as his acrid urine streamed down across the boy's chest and began to puddle at the boy's knees. His stream was coming out strong and fast when he finally aimed for the boy's mouth.

Steven gulped and gasped and sputtered and frantically tried to swallow as much as he could without letting it rest too long on his tongue. As before, the boy was not quite quick enough and his mouth was soon overflowing with piss. It rolled down over his lips and chin. He was coughing and struggling but stubbornly determined to see it through. This was one of his duties as his uncle's slave and he was going to do it. Mark now had his hands curled into Steven's sweaty hair and was holding the boy in position.

"Keep going, Steven. I'm not done yet. I want you to hold this last bit in your mouth. Don't swallow until I tell you."

Now that was just cruel. But Steven did as he was told. When Mark was done, the boy's cheeks were ballooned and his tired eyes were now wide-awake. His mouth was full of his master's piss and he was not allowed to swallow it.

"You okay?"

"Mmph," Steven nodded, careful not to let any piss spray out of his mouth.

Mark freed the boy from his chains and removed the iron collar and his wrist and ankle cuffs. He pointed to Steven's Goodnites. "Take those off."

Steven slid the soaked protective undies down his slim hips and stepped out of them. He was amazed at how heavy they were.

"How many times did you piss in them?"

Steven held up three fingers.

"Nice and full then, huh?"

Steven nodded, his cheeks still bulging.

Naked now, except for his cock-cage, Steven was directed to bend over and grab his ankles. He felt Mark tugging on the butt-plug and knew it was about to come out. The effort of keeping his master's piss in his mouth was about to become very difficult.

"Keep your mouth shut and don't you dare swallow," Mark warned as he pulled the plug out in a slow single motion.

Steven whined and groaned but kept his lips sealed. It felt so strange with the plug out of him, like there was a big empty space that really needed to be filled with something.

"Stand up. Turn and face me."

Steven obeyed. Mark placed his hand beneath the boy's chin.

"Swallow."

Steven clenched his eyes tightly and finally swallowed that last mouthful of piss. He coughed and sputtered again and instinctively wiped his lips with the back of his arm. Mark pulled the boy into a tight embrace and held him for a few seconds, finally kissing him on the lips and feeding his tongue into Steven's mouth.

Steven returned the gesture, lapping his tongue playfully against his uncle's.

"Good morning, Steven," Mark said after breaking their embrace.

"Good morning, sir," the boy replied.

Mark took the boy by the wrist and led him over to the toilet.

"Squat and take a dump if you need to."

Steven's last enema had been the previous morning, and he'd eaten very little all day yesterday, still he obediently squatted over the toilet, looking up at his uncle with an embarrassed expression. "Do you have to watch me?"

"Slaves have no privacy, Steven. You'll have to get used to your master watching you shit. Now, can you do anything or are we just wasting time?"

"I think I can, sir."

Steven closed his eyes and tried to force his bowels to move. Mark watched in delight as the lean muscular young boy strained to take a shit. After two days of enemas and relatively little food, he figured there wouldn't be much left inside the boy. Yesterday afternoon Steven had struggled to squeeze out a pathetic little boy-turd turn into his Goodnites. He had even less luck today. A loud fart escaped, which caused him to blush fiercely. "Sorry, sir. I think that's it."

"Alright. Get up then. Guess I can't expect a slave boy to shit when he's empty inside. I'll give you another enema this evening when we get home."

Steven groaned in protest but obediently stood up. Almost instinctively he clasped his hands behind his head and waited for his master's next orders.

Mark grinned and playfully pinched Steven's nipples. "Good boy. You're learning fast."

Steven's cute face lit up in a bright smile. He figured his uncle would appreciate this display of respect and obedience.

"Here's what's going to happen," Mark continued. "I want you to get cleaned up. Take a shower first. You're only allowed to use cold water, got it?"

Steven frowned a bit but nodded his head. "Yes, master."

"Make sure you get your butt clean, inside and out. Wash your hair really good. Brush your teeth and clean your ears. You'll find everything you need in the cabinet by the sink. Do not dry yourself off and do not put your butt-plug back in. Bring it upstairs with you and go right out to the back porch and wait for me. I will be inspecting you to make sure you did everything right."

"Yes, sir."

Mark went over the supply cabinet and pulled out a small timer. He twisted the dial. "You've got fifteen minutes, so don't play around down here. If you are late, you'll be punished and it won't be something you'll like, I promise."

"Yes, sir!" Steven said with more vehemence. He was ready for his latest challenge.

"Remember, no hot water. From now on the boy takes cold showers in this house."

"Yes, master."

Mark turned away and went upstairs, leaving the door to the dungeon sitting open. Steven heard the little timer ticking away and immediately scurried to the shower. The room was very warm, and he felt sweaty and dirty. A cold shower might actually feel good. He turned on the water and stuck his left foot into the shower stream.

"Whoa, that's cold!"

Taking a deep breath he stepped under the water. With chattering teeth he grabbed for the soap and lathered up, slapping his hands over his arms and legs to try to keep from freezing. The water was actually getting colder. He was shivering already and he still had to wash his hair. He stepped back and bent forward, putting just his head under the stream.

"Yikes!" he yelped as he wet his long hair and reached quickly for the shampoo. There was certainly no question about getting this done quickly. Steven wanted to get out from under that frigid spray as fast as he could. He soaped up his hair and again bent down into the spray, rinsing out the shampoo, clenching his eyes closed tightly so he wouldn't get stung. He hated getting soap in his eyes.

He remembered Uncle Mark's orders to get his butt clean, so he grabbed the washcloth from the towel rack, soaped it up and ran it up and down his cute little crack. With a single finger he pushed the rag right into his tight little hole, getting a neat little thrill for his efforts. His cock twitched, but the assault of the cold water was making even the slightest swelling pretty much impossible. He washed the back of his neck and behind his ears and even washed between his toes. He turned the water off and remembered Mark's orders that he was not allowed to dry off.

With water dripping from his flanks he marched over to the sink. The timer was ticking away there and Steven saw that he'd somehow spent eight minutes in that icy shower. He had seven minutes to brush his teeth and clean his ears.

"No problem," he said as he looked at himself in the small mirror. With his wet hair plastered against his face and water dripping from his chin he looked like he'd just stepped out of the swimming pool. He stood up on his toes to get a closer look at his reflection, checking to see if there might be a bit of peach fuzz on his upper lip. Nope. Smooth and hairless just like the rest of him. He went over the cabinet and found a spare toothbrush and a brand new tube of paste.

He grabbed a few q-tips too for his ears and hurried back to the sink. Time was moving faster than he'd thought, but he was still on schedule. He brushed his teeth thoroughly, spit and rinsed, then swirled the cotton q-tips around and into his ears.

"Two minutes left," he said proudly as he turned off the water, set the toothbrush into the little holder and threw the q-tips into the trashcan.

Wet, but no longer shivering, Steven strode confidently up the steps, padded naked through the kitchen, where Mark was busy reading the morning paper, and marched out onto the back porch. There he waited, with his hands behind his head and his legs spread wide apart. It was cool out this morning, and cloudy. It had rained during the night, as it often did at the beach, but within another hour or two it would again be bright and sunny and hot. Steven breathed in deeply. And then he realized that he'd forgotten something. The emptiness in his butt reminded him.

'Oh shit! My plug!'

He was supposed to bring it upstairs with him, but in his hurry to beat the clock, he'd left it in the dungeon.

'What should I do?!'

Steven knew his time was up. There was no way he could run back downstairs and get it.

And he knew there was no way Uncle Mark wasn't going to notice.

"Alright, slave boy," Mark said as he appeared on the porch, a riding crop in his hand. "Let's have a look at you. Stay at attention and don't move."

Mark walked slowly around the boy, running the tip of the riding crop ominously over the boy's thighs as he circled the naked young teen. "Well you look nice and clean. Bend over and show your master your butt."

Steven complied.

"Spread your cheeks."

Steven grabbed them with his hands and parted his ass for his master's critical view. It was a cute, pink, perfectly hairless little hole that was presented to Mark's appreciative eyes. Mark took in the alluring sight of that tiny virgin hole and the soft silken hairless skin of the boy's perineum. He pressed his hand gently to that sensitive area just behind the boy's ball sack. Steven jolted. Being touched there was simply electric.

Mark could actually feel the swelling of the boy's prostate deep inside him. He placed his index finger at the boy's opening. He could feel the heat coming out of Steven's body.

"Very nice. Stand up again. Open your mouth."

Steven obeyed and stared at his uncle while Mark inspected the boy's teeth. He then took a close look into Steven's ears. "Not bad. Did you wash behind them?"

"Yes, sir. I, um, I did my toes too."

"Did you? Good boy. Ten cute little slave toes for me to suck on."

Steven smiled. "I'd like that, sir."

Mark cupped his hand around the boy's caged genitals and held them gently. "Did you wash your balls and your little slave cock?"

"Best I could, sir, with the cage on it."

"Good enough. We will have to clean under your foreskin. It's been a few days. I'll take care of that for you later tonight."

Steven tried to hide his excitement. That had to mean the cock-cage would come off, at least for a few minutes.

"Well done. Now let's get you plugged again."

Steven immediately frowned and cast his eyes to the wooden deck.

"What's the matter?"

"I, um, sorta left it downstairs."

"You forgot it?"

"Yes, master."

"Bad boy!" Mark immediately cracked the riding crop twice across Steven's butt. Hard. Two angry red welts appeared there almost immediately. Steven yelped and his eyes watered, but he stayed in position.

"Get your little ass back down there and get it."

"Yes, sir. Sorry, sir."

"Don't be sorry, just be quick."

Steven took off like he was on fire, and thundered down the stairs. He was back and panting heavily with the latex plug in his hand just a moment later. Mark smiled at him, his stern visage fading. As much as he loved being the boy's master, he loved the boy even more, and Steven's adorable failings as a novice and rather over-eager slave were just endearing. Mark could pretend to be mad, or cruel, or wicked, but in the end he could never hide his profound love for this sweet, intelligent boy who was such a special part of his life.

"Bend over, little slave."

Steven handed Mark the plug and quickly assumed the required position. Mark patted him on the butt, lubed the plug generously with KY and pushed it into the thirteen-year-old's rectum with gentle but persistent force. Steven moaned and sighed and curled his toes and let out a little gasp as his young prostate was once again subjected to the constant pressure and stimulation of his plug.

"That little spot inside me is really starting to like this," the boy said in an almost giddy tenor. "I missed it when it wasn't in there."

"Think you'd like to try a bigger one?"

Steven hesitated for a moment. He'd already learned it was wise to be very careful about agreeing to things too quickly. "Um, sure, I guess so. Like, right now?"

Sensing the boy's doubt, Mark let him off the hook. "Not right now. We'll try out some different ones later. Deal?"

"Deal."

"Now for your punishment. Leaving your butt-plug in the basement is very serious. A slave who forgets simple instructions will forget more important things later on. You should consider that plug to be part of your body. You are never to be without it unless I give you permission."

"Yes, master."

"Run upstairs, and I mean run, and put on your old speedo, the purple one that doesn't quite fit you anymore. Then I want you to run from room to room and gather up all the trash in the house, bag it up and then run it all the way out to the end of the driveway. After that, you will run one hundred paces up and down the road in each direction and pick up any other garbage you find. I like the front of the house to look good, and that includes the road."

"But everyone will see me in that little speedo!" Steven exclaimed.

"Then you'll have to run fast, won't you?"

"But…"

"It's two hundred paces each way now. Would you rather do it naked?"

"You wouldn't make me do that," Steven said.

"Try me."

Steven was sure it was just a bluff, but he wasn't about to take a chance. He admitted defeat and snapped to attention, awaiting the order to begin.

"Run!" Mark commanded.

Steven shouted, "Sir, yes, sir!" in reply and darted upstairs to find his old pair of speedos.

Mark heard the boy thundering around up there, running from room to room. Down the steps he flew, with his tight purple speedo looking like it was painted onto his skin. He'd put all the upstairs garbage into a single trashcan from the master bathroom and was lugging it in his slim but muscular young arms. He ran into the kitchen next.

Mark heard a loud clatter, followed by an equally loud 'Dammit!', followed by the sounds of a broom being used to clean up whatever mess had just been made. Finally after several more minutes, the boy appeared with two large plastic trashbags, one in each hand. He glared at his uncle and ran out the front door, down the steps and all the way to the end of the drive. Mark watched with amusement, and a very hard erection as the scantily-clad boy endured this humiliating punishment.

Steven did precisely as he was ordered, running two hundred paces to the right of the drive, picking up cans and other cast-off debris and returning it to the big trashcans. Then he took off in the other direction.

'He's really moving fast!' Mark observed, admiring the young boy's athleticism and grace.

A few minutes later Steven came running back up the driveway, stomped his bare feet on the porch and stood by the open front door. Mark had gone into the living room.

"May I come back in, sir?" he called into the house.

Mark was surprised and really pleased that Steven had thought to ask permission.

'He's really getting it,' he thought with a smile. 'Even when he's pissed, he's still thinking like a slave.'

"Yes, Steven, you may come in."

The boy skinned out of his tight speedos and marched naked back into the living room and once again presented himself to his uncle, legs spread wide apart, hands behind his head. He was breathing hard from his exertions.

"The slave has done as he was told, sir," he said softly.

Mark stood up from the sofa and walked around the boy. He pinched Steven's little nipples and ran his hands up and down the boy's tight abdomen. Steven closed his eyes, enjoying these gentle teasing touches.

"Good boy. I'm hungry. Are you?"

"Uh, let's see, all I had yesterday was a piss sandwich, so yeah."

Mark smacked the boy playfully on the cheek.

"That's no way to answer your master when he asks you a question, but point taken. I'm thinking about a big breakfast this morning. Want to take another shot at bacon and eggs while I make the coffee and cut the honeydew?"

"Sure. I'm getting good at eggs. Well, sort of."

"Yeah, you're becoming useful in all sorts of interesting ways," Mark replied with a laugh.

Steven quickly made himself at home in front of the stove went about fixing breakfast. He was determined to do a better job this time around after his rather poor performance a few days earlier. Mark kept an eye on the boy making sure Steven didn't burn himself or let the gas flames get out of control. Of course it was also nice watching the naked thirteen-year-old hard at work, preparing breakfast for him. That adorable little butt and those gorgeous lean hairless legs, already considerably more tanned than before. The boy had such shapely little calves, sexy and completely delicious.

'Maybe I should just have him for breakfast!' It was all Mark could do not to throw the boy down onto the floor and take him right there on the spot. Having a cute young slave boy to help around the house was turning out to be very pleasant indeed.

Steven, for his part, was still keenly aware of his nakedness, and still found the idea of not being allowed to wear clothes around the house very naughty and very arousing, especially in moments like this, when he'd been assigned an otherwise routine task. Being naked while he cleaned the house yesterday had really made him feel like a true slave for the first time, it was humiliating and exciting all at once. He was experiencing similar feelings right now. And yet, the young teenager was getting more and more comfortable not wearing clothes. It was thrilling, but it was also nice, and he rather liked the way he looked naked, and he was certainly not blind to the effect his nude body seemed to have on his uncle. He cast his blue eyes in Mark's direction with a knowing smile on his not-quite-so-innocent face.

"Oh, you little flirt. You are much too young to be giving looks like that to grown men."

Steven stuck his tongue out. "Maybe you should spank me then, since I'm so naughty."

"You'd enjoy that too much, you little scamp. Watch those eggs, kiddo."

"Oops!" Steven had the burner a little too hot and the eggs were cooking a lot faster than he'd expected.

"Want to try some coffee again?" Mark asked, once he'd determined there was no immediate danger of the house burning down around them.

They'd already established that it was not Steven's favorite drink. He found it rather awful to be honest, but it smelled so good this morning, and Steven liked how 'grown up' it made him feel when he shared a cup with his uncle.

"Okay," the boy answered, "but I need lots of milk and sugar."

"Fair enough. You're not destroying that bacon, are you?" Mark noticed a rather alarming amount of sizzle coming from his best designer-brand fry pan.

"Um, no," Steven replied, flipping the slices over with a fork, "got everything under control, sir."

Mark ran his hand gently down the boy's back and cupped his cute little ass. Steven sighed contentedly.

"I like us like this," the boy said softly.

"When we're just being us?"

"Yeah. The slave stuff is awesome, but sometimes it's fun to just be best friends."

Mark was silent for a moment. He rubbed the boy's shoulders. "Am I your best friend?"

"Yep. I mean I got friends at school and stuff, and especially on the swim team, those guys are all pretty cool, and some of them are totally cute too, but, I mean, no one knows me the way you do. You know. It's like you know everything about me. And I mean everything. Even my mom doesn't know half of it."

"Under the circumstances, I'd say that's a good thing. You'd have a hard time explaining your cock-cage to her."

Steven erupted in laughter, imagining what a horrible scene that would be. "Shit, she'd totally freak out! Hey, Uncle Mark," the boy shifted suddenly into thoughtful mode, as thirteen-year-olds do so unpredictably, and so easily, "do you think she knows I'm gay?"

"Well, you've never mentioned a girlfriend, right?"

"Nah. Girls are just, well, you know, girls."

Mark smiled and brought a plate down from the cabinet. "I think most mothers always sort of know. You are her boy after all. She knows you better than you think she does. And she knows I'm gay and she knows it runs in families, so…"

"So she knows."

"She's not going to be surprised when you come out to her in a few more years, that's for sure."

"That's cool," the boy replied with a sigh of relief. "Was dad ever gay?"

Mark smiled and kissed Steven on the back of his neck. "When we were boys, we messed around a lot. He taught me how to jerk off when I was ten. He was about your age then I guess. I thought he was the best big brother in the world. He was so much bigger and stronger than me. I sucked his cock for him a lot, even after he started having girlfriends. I did that the whole time he was in high school. He said I was way better at it than the girls he knew. Your dad was the first person I came out to. He never said anything, but I'm pretty sure your dad could go both ways, know what I mean?"

"Oh, he liked boys and girls."

"Something like that. It's a good thing he liked girls though, 'cause if he hadn't, I wouldn't have you."

Steven giggled and turned the eggs out onto the plate and laid the bacon down over them. "Looks a lot better than last time, doesn't it?"

"Indeed it does, little chef. Set it on the table and grab the melon. I'll get the plates."

Steven was prepared to eat his breakfast on the floor again, but Mark gestured to the boy's stool, indicating he could sit at the table to eat.

"I think you've earned it after yesterday."

"That was so wild. I can't believe you really took a dump on me like that!"

"I can't believe I did either."

"Have you ever done stuff like this before?" Steven said as he dutifully filled his uncle's plate first.

Mark hesitated, long enough to make Steven wonder, and quite certain that he wasn't getting the whole story. "Well, not with a thirteen-year-old boy, no. But I work at the University, so there's always lots of horny young gay freshmen just trying to figure out what really turns them on. I've had a few of them in this house. Gotta do something when you're not around, right?"

"Right," Steven said in a low tone, piling the remaining eggs and bacon on his plate and giving his uncle a rather wounded look.

"What, are you jealous?"

"No."

"You are, aren't you?"

"No."

"Yes, you are. I can see it in your eyes. But you've got to remember, this is the first year we've ever done any sex stuff together. Just tying you up and keeping you half naked all those years was lots of fun for me, but I still needed to get my rocks off, right?"

"Yeah, I guess so. But you could've done that stuff with me too. I wouldn't have been scared or anything. Last summer I was sorta hoping it would happen, but it didn't."

Mark smiled. "That wouldn't have been fair to you. I mean, seriously, Steven. Do you think you could have handled what we did yesterday when you were ten, or even last summer?"

Steven thought about that while he sipped his coffee. "No. I guess not. That was seriously intense yesterday. I almost freaked out on you."

"I know. But you trusted me. And I would never do anything to damage that. And sometimes that means I won't let you do things for your own protection. You are the most important person in my life, and it's my job to keep you safe and happy whenever we're together."

"I always feel safe with you."

"Good. That means its okay for us to take some risks now, like we did yesterday. And as far as me having other boys over here, just remember none of them are you. They're just after sex and some quick fun and so am I. I don't love them the way I love you."

"Yeah. I think I get it. Sorry."

"Don't be. It's kinda cute you being jealous of college boys."

"Am I better than them? I mean at like sucking cock and stuff."

"You are the best little cocksucker I've ever had, and you're still just learning. And you've got an amazing little body, and a great personality. Good looks and a good heart don't always go together. Yeah, you're awesome, Stevie."

Steven beamed and flashed his widest grin.

"You know you're going to find a boyfriend your own age sooner or later, and he's going to be very very lucky."

"You're my boyfriend," Steven replied with thirteen-year-old finality. "And my master."

"Sweetie."

"No. You are all those things. I've always felt like that, even when I was too little to really get it."

Mark pulled the boy off his stool and hugged him tightly. "Like I said. Someone is going to be really lucky one day. For right now, it's me. And that is totally cool."

While Steven's young heart may not have understood, his sharp mind did. He knew what Mark was saying was true. One day soon he'd come out to everyone he knew, and then he'd be free to find himself another gay boy his own age who he could hang out with and maybe do other stuff too. He suspected a couple of the boys on the swim team where just like him. He recalled often exchanging quiet glances with them, little winks and flirtatious smiles, all hidden behind teenaged boy bravado. Maybe when the summer ended it was time to let them know how he really felt, who he really was. It was a risk. Opening himself up like that. But life was all about risks. Mark was teaching him that this summer, the most valuable lesson Steven Carson would ever learn.

"Why don't you get these dishes cleaned up, then we can get going."

"Yes, sir. What are we doing today?"

"Got a surprise for you. Something you're really gonna love. When you're done with the dishes, run upstairs and put on those sexy new swim trunks we got you. And a tank top. Wear your sandals."

Steven nodded and started to clear the dishes. Mark gently grabbed the boy's slender wrist and stopped him.

"Oh, one more thing." He produced a small gift-wrapped box, which had been hidden beneath the morning paper. "I never did give you your official birthday present."

Steven's eyes flashed. Boys love getting presents and he was no exception. Mark nodded, giving him tacit permission to open it on the spot.

The boy ripped into the careful gift-wrap, not even noticing that it was a bondage-themed print.

'So much for that,' Mark thought in amusement.

The first thing out of the little box was a new CD.

"Opeth. Awesome!" the boy practically shouted.

Mark had turned Steven on to progressive rock several summers ago, but as teenaged boys will, he quickly set off on his own musical path, preferring the newer style of progressive metal to the old symphonic rock masters. Steven studied the newest addition to his collection more closely.

"This is their first one," he exclaimed. "It's really hard to find."

Mark nodded. He was not unaware of the newer progressive bands, and he found some of them to actually be exceptionally good. "The guy at the record store says this one is really really heavy."

"Sweet! Gaarrrrrgghh," the boy made his best and deepest imitation of a black metal growl. It sounded rather odd coming from his still mostly unbroken voice. An angel trying to sound like a devil.

"There's something else in the box, sweetheart," Mark said.

Steven set the CD aside for a moment and looked into the box once more.

"Oh, wow!"

It was a silver choker, with big thick links. Steven lifted it. It was heavy. It was solid. It was the kind of thing he could wear anyplace in public, but its meaning was considerably deeper. Something a slave boy would wear around his neck. Steven also knew it had to be incredibly expensive.

"Can I put it on right now?"

"That's why I got it for you."

Steven quickly put it around his neck, struggled with the clasp and got some help from his uncle.

"Wow, it's heavy. It's so neat. Like a slave chain, right?"

"Right. But you can wear this anywhere and no one will guess what it really means."

"I like that."

"I thought you might."

"Is it silver? For real?"

"Yep. You'll have to take really good care of it. Don't shower with it on. And don't wear it when we go in the ocean!"

"It's awesome. Can I wear it today?"

"Of course."

"Can I go see how I look with it on?"

"Yes, little slave. But finish up the dishes first. Then you can go get dressed."

"Cool."

Mark sat back and finished his coffee as he watched the naked boy hurry around the kitchen cleaning everything up. The boy then charged up the steps and got himself dressed in the required outfit for the day. He paused in front of the mirror in his room and admired the handsome neck chain around his slender neck. He tousled his hair, which was still damp, giving it that uncombed, unkempt look both he and his uncle preferred.

While Steven was upstairs, Mark made two quick phone calls, one to a good friend who owned a shop downtown, the other to his sister-in-law. They'd always gotten along well, and she had always been grateful for Mark's interest in Steven, especially after his father's untimely death. Mark got her at work, which was his plan. If she were busy and distracted, she'd agree to his request a bit more easily. And she did, with far less argument than Mark had been expecting. Mark promised he'd make Steven call her tonight when they all got home.

'Well that was a lot easier than I thought it would be,' Mark thought in satisfaction.

When Steven came downstairs, he found his uncle waiting for him at the base of the stairs with a pair of handcuffs.

Steven smiled brightly when he saw them. Mark smiled brightly too. The sight of the boy in his tight sexy new swim trunks and his loose-fitting tank top was enough to make him go weak in the knees. The hem of the boy's top hung down just far enough to cover most of the obvious bulge between the boy's trim shapely hairless legs. Only a very close inspection would give away the presence of Steven's cock-cage.

"The cage makes me look a lot bigger down there, doesn't it?" the boy said with a smirk.

"It certainly does," Mark replied as he held out the handcuffs. "My hot, horny little nephew. Hands in front of you, boy."

"Yes, sir."

Mark cuffed the thirteen-year-old's slender wrists. Steven was growing accustomed to being cuffed or bound in some way whenever they were in the car. With his hands cuffed in front of him he marched out to the garage behind his uncle and slid easily into the passenger seat.

Moments later they were on the road, both wearing cool sunglasses and flying down the coastal highway with the top down and the ocean air blowing through their hair. Steven had slipped his sandals off and was wiggling his bare toes playfully.

"So you gonna tell me where we're going?"

"Be patient. I thought you liked surprises. Just sit back and enjoy the ride."

In spite of his uncle's orders, Steven found himself fidgeting in his seat like a little kid, unable to sit still.

"Your butt-plug giving you trouble, Stevie?" his uncle asked with a smirk.

"No," the boy replied. "I'm just excited I guess."

"You don't even know what you're excited about."

"Yeah, but if you won't tell me, that means it has to be something totally amazing, right?"

"You're about to find out."

Mark pulled the car off the road into a large parking lot. They'd left most signs of civilization behind at this point, just the busy flat highway stretching ahead for miles and miles with the Atlantic Ocean on one side and the intercoastal waterway on the other. Steven saw the lot was crowded and then he saw that there was a marina and several sporty looking boats. Then he saw the sign over the docks.

"No way!" he exclaimed in disbelief, his excitement growing to a fevered pitch. "Really? We're really gonna do it?"

"Yep. You are going parasailing today."

"This is so freakin' awesome!" Steven's voice broke and cracked with excitement until he was barely able to make a squeak. "I can't believe it!"

"You've wanted to go for the last few years, but we just never had enough time to work it in. I figure since we've got all summer… heck maybe we can do it more than once. Sit still so I can get your handcuffs off."

Steven was already opening the door with his cuffed hands.

"Oh, yeah. I sorta forgot."

Mark removed the handcuffs, stowed them in the glove compartment and together he and Steven walked to the docks.

"This is lots of fun, but it can also be dangerous," Mark said as they bought their tickets and took off their shirts and stored them in the lockers provided. Steven's expensive new necklace went in there was well. "You listen to everything they tell you and don't fool around."

"I won't. Promise."

They decided to do a tandem flight first, and then Steven would be allowed to do one by himself, with Mark riding in the boat and recording everything on the digital camera.

After a short on-shore safety lecture from the staff, to which Steven paid rapt attention, the boy and his uncle jumped into the water to swim out toward the powerful sport boat waiting for them.

"Wow, it's so warm on this side," Steven observed.

The water here was indeed considerably warmer than that of the ocean.

"Climb aboard guys" the spotter called back to them as they swam towards the brightly painted watercraft.

Steven moved through the water with such speed and ease that he had to make a conscious effort to slow down for his uncle. He still reached the boat first. "She looks way fast!" the boy said.

"Sure does, kiddo," Mark replied as they bobbed up and down in front of the ladder.

"You first, master," Steven said with a smile.

Mark patted him on the cheek and ascended the ladder. He stood by to help Steven get onto the deck, but the lean athletic young teen needed no assistance.

Once on board, they were given a quick tour of the tiny boat. Steven was curious about everything, especially the controls. As seemed to be the case everywhere he and his uncle went, the crew took an immediate liking to him. Next they were shown how to get into their safety harnesses.

"My mother is going to freak out when she hears about this!" Steven exclaimed as Mark helped the young teenager into his harness. Mark nodded affectionately. The boy moved in close and spoke in his most secret whisper, "Looks like you found another way to get me in a harness too!"

Mark stuck his tongue out at his nephew and Steven returned the gesture. Together they walked out onto the platform and stood side by side as the parasail was attached to their harnesses.

"Ready guys?"

Steven and Mark both gave a thumbs-up as the motor of the speedboat roared to life.

"Here we go!" Steven shouted.

As soon as the boat started moving, Steven felt the tug of the parasail behind him. The tow winch started letting out line and before he even knew it he was in the air! Steven shouted with boyish glee as his body was lifted off the boat. For just an instant his feet grazed the surface of the platform and then he was completely free of the bonds of earth. The boy was laughing and shouting as the boat picked up speed and sent them higher and higher aloft. Mark was giddy with excitement too, but felt it unmasterly to shout and yell like a teenaged boy, although he certainly wanted to.

"It's like we're flying!" Steven said as the tow lines went taut, reaching their maximum distance from the boat and thus their maximum altitude. From this height he could see across the narrow strip of land that separated the ocean from the intercoastal waters. Cars raced up and down the highway, and off in the clear shimmering distance he could just see the old watchtowers built along the beach during the Second World War to keep vigil for German U-boats. Mark had taught the boy all about them years ago, and he'd even ascended to the top of one of them a few years back. They always seemed to hold a fascination for the boy, derelict reminders of a past he only knew about from history books and TV documentaries. From this new vantage point they seemed so small and insignificant, everything did. Except, strangely enough, him. He felt like a giant eagle flying above the earth. For the first time in his life, the smallish thirteen-year-old felt important, as if he was the center of his universe. "This is the best thing ever!"

Mark was thinking many of the same thoughts, with the one addition that this experience was made even more special for having shared it with Steven.

This particular company prided itself on giving its patrons their money's worth, and the first ride lasted twenty minutes up and down a pre-set course along the waterway. As the boat slowed, Steven and Mark slowly descended and the winch began to pull them back toward the platform. This was the one part that had the boy a bit scared, wondering how hard they'd hit the deck, but their descent was as controlled and gentle as their ascent was wild and exhilarating. Steven let out a wild joyful yell as the boat and the platform grew larger and larger beneath them.

Two spotters were there to catch them and set them down safely on their feet. Steven's spotter was a youth still in his teens. Feeling the older boy's strong hands around his slim waist was a nice thing. Steven smiled up at the boy and thanked him.

"You are such a hopeless little flirt," Mark whispered into the thirteen-year-old's ear.

"He's cute. And he's nice. Don't you think so?"

Mark had to admit that the boy, probably sixteen years old and probably the son of the boat's owner was indeed a handsome lad.

After a quick reset, and time for Mark to get the camera ready, Steven, alone on the platform now, was ready to go up again. He flashed Mark a big smile and waved into the camera.

"Hi, mom!" he said as the boat started moving.

Mark watched as the boy slowly lifted off the platform and sailed up into the air. A rather wicked thought entered Mark's head that this would not be the last time the boy would find himself suspended in a harness above the ground. He zoomed in with the camera, focusing first on the boy's adorable bare feet, which were presently wiggling in the open air. Up the lad's long trim shapely hairless legs, past the boy's incredibly short and incredibly tight swimtrunks, along the length of the boy's lean torso and resting at last on his bright smiling face.

Steven went up two more times, once on his own and then again with Mark. At the end of the morning they were both happy and relaxed and ready for more adventures.

Lunch back in town was next, at the pizza place right on the boardwalk. Steven always thought it was so cool being able to eat his favorite food and watch the ocean at the same time.

"So, um, what now?" the boy asked as they left the restaurant and ambled along the crowded boardwalk.

"Follow me, slave, and you'll find out," Mark said, placing a firm grip around the boy's right arm.

Mark's tight grip was a quiet sign that it was time to get back into their roles, at least as much as they could when out in public.

"From now on," Mark continued as Steven walked along a step or two ahead of him, "when we're out in public together, you should always be walking half-a-step behind me, and always on my right."

"Um, okay."

"The master leads and his slave follows. So that means right now you're on the wrong side of me and too far ahead. Get into position, slave. Right now."

"Yes, master."

Steven quickly dropped back a step and switched sides.

"Why do I have to be on your right side, sir?" he asked inquisitively.

"Because I'm right handed, of course. If I need to smack that little butt to keep you in line, or grab hold of your collar for some reason, I'm not doing it with my left hand."

"Oh. Okay. That makes sense."

"One more thing. Take off your sandals. You can put them on again when we go into places that require them. Since we're at the beach, that's not many. Slaves should be barefoot as much as possible. I'm going to start keeping you that way from now on."

Steven stopped, bent down, and took off his sandals. "What do I do with them now?" he asked.

"You carry them. Here," Mark bent down and took off his shoes as well. "Your master likes to go barefoot too. You get to carry our shoes. That's a good job for a slave boy, don't you think?"

"Sir, yes, sir," the boy replied, taking his master's shoes and feeling that sudden erotic surge of submission and humiliation. His cock swelled a bit inside its little cage.

"Come along now. We're expected."

"Where?"

"Does a good slave question his master, boy?"

"He does sometimes, I guess," Steven replied with a giggle.

"I'm going to have to shove a big gag into that smart little mouth of yours tonight," Mark said, reaching back and tousling the boy's light brown hair, which was getting lighter in color each day thanks to the bleaching efforts of the sun.

"Promise?" Steven wisecracked, trying to see just how far he could push things.

"Promise."

Mark turned down a side street. Steven dutifully followed half-a-step behind. They stopped in front of an old beach house that had been converted to retail. The sign in the window made Steven's heart skip a beat.

"Body piercing and Tattooing," the boy read aloud in his soft unbroken voice. "Cool. Can I get a new earring?" He fingered the tiny silver loops already in his ears.

"We're not here to get your ears pierced, Steven," Mark said as he took the boy by the wrist and pulled him toward the front entrance.

"Well, um, what… what then?"

"I'm having your nipples pierced today. You're going to get a nice silver ring in each of them, to match the ones in your ears."

"No way!" the boy said with thirteen-year-old disbelief and excitement. He'd seen a few guys and even teens on the beach with rings in their nipples, but he never imagined he could have them too.

"Well, if you really don't want to," Mark said, pretending to turn around.

"That's not what I meant when I said 'no way'," Steven explained.

Mark laughed. "Yeah, I sort of knew that. I've learned to speak 'teenager' pretty well these last few days."

"Old man." Steven jibbed and stuck out his tongue.

"Little boy," Mark gave it right back to him. "Now get in there and let's get you pierced."

Mark went to the door and waited there. Steven shot him a puzzled look. Mark explained the latest lesson. "The slave opens the door and holds it for his master. He does not enter until his master is inside."

Steven quickly snapped to attention and obeyed. As he was about to enter behind his uncle, the boy hesitated at the doorstep. Mark turned back, fearing the boy was getting cold feet and ready to console him and tell him really didn't need to go through with it if he didn't want to.

But that was not what was on Steven's mind.

"What's my mom gonna say? I mean, she's gonna see me without a shirt on sooner or later. I'm on the swim team."

"I've already told her all about it."

Steven's eyes nearly popped out of his head.

"She's somehow under the impression that it's your idea. And that you're using your own money to do it. That you bet your best friend Jase you could talk your uncle into letting you do it, and you did. She didn't like it very much, but she agreed. I reminded her how you've already got your ears pierced. So why not?"

"Do I really have to pay for it myself? I don't have much money left. And I didn't bring my wallet. There's no pockets in these shorts."

"No, cutie. That's just the cover story for your mom. This is my gift to you."

"Cool."

"I'd love to pierce other parts of you too, but that will have to wait until you're legal."

"What other parts… oh… oh! You mean like my…"

"Yes, that."

Steven imagined how it would look and feel to have his cock pierced. The horny teen actually shivered at the thought.

"Hey, Mark, what's up?" the man at the counter greeted them with a smile. At a quick glance he appeared to be Mark's age. He was big and burly and dressed in jeans and a t-shirt. His ears had multiple piercings and he wore a small nose-ring as well. He was a handsome guy, Steven thought, but rather intimidating with his size and all that jewelry.

"Hi, Devon. Thanks for working us in. This is my nephew Steven. Steve, this is Devon. We've been friends since we were both your age."

Devon stood up, turning out to be even bigger and taller on his feet. He towered over the five-foot tall boy and held out a huge hand. Steven did his best to appear brave and grown up and gave the man the strongest handshake he could manage.

"Pleased to meet you, young man," Devon replied in a friendly manner that belied his intimidating appearance. And yet there was something in his tone of voice, in the way he was looking at him that made Steven feel very naked and very small and very young. And somehow he just understood the unspoken truth. 'This guy knows about me! He knows everything,' Steven thought to himself. He looked over at Mark with fear in his eyes. Fear that his deepest darkest secrets had somehow been laid open.

"Does he…?" the boy barely whispered.

"Yes, Steven, he does. Devon is my dearest friend, and he's known all about you for years. I just didn't think it was good for you to meet when you were little. But things are different this summer, aren't they?"

"Yes, sir."

"I figured it was time you started meeting some of my friends."

"Yes, sir."

"You can call me master here. In fact I think you should."

Steven smiled nervously. "Yes, master." It was the first time he'd addressed Mark that way openly in front of another man.

"So what are we going to do with this little cutie today?" Devon asked as he gave the boy's slim athletic frame a long slow study with his piercing gray eyes. Once again Steven felt utterly naked under this man's gaze. Even though he was wearing his swimtrunks, he instinctively covered his caged genitals with his hands.

"I want to have his nipples pierced."

"Easy enough," Devon replied. "Do you want to pick his new rings out together or let him do it himself?"

Steven looked up at his master hopefully. It would be so cool and so grown up to be able to choose them on his own.

"I think he should pick the ones he likes best," Mark answered.

"Makes it more special that way," Devon agreed. He made a half-turn and called into the back of the store. "Timothy. Come out here, please. We've got customers."

The dark curtain that separated the front room from the piercing and tattooing rooms parted and Steven saw Timothy Beyers for the first time. The boy appeared to be his own age, but was actually a bit shorter and smaller in build, something Steven, used to being the runt among all his thirteen-year-old friends, found rather appealing. The boy had long black hair, with streaks of purple and green dye running through it, and the same haunting and piercing gray eyes as Devon. His skin was deeply tanned, as befitted a year-round resident of the shore. His face was gentle and friendly with a small slightly upturned nose, soft pink lips, and ears that seemed just a bit too big for his head. He wore braces which flashed when he smiled, which was often and endearing to all who saw it. He was thin and lean as most fit and active young teen boys are, but where Steven was muscular, one could easily describe this boy as skinny. He wore a pair of cut-off jeans revealing sun-bronzed sinewy legs that were clearly used for skateboarding and surfing. His shirt was black, with the logo of a thrash metal band Steven had vaguely heard of.

The boys' eyes met, and a lifelong friendship, and more, was sealed in that fateful moment.

"Hi Tim," Mark said, greeting the boy.

"Hi, Mister Carson," Timothy replied, turning his eyes away from Steven and smiling at the man he'd known all his life. The sound of the boy's voice indicated that, like Steven, he was just entering puberty.

"This is my nephew Steven," Mark explained.

"And that's my son Timothy," Devon said to Steven, taking care of the formal introductions.

The two boys exchanged a shy smile. Thirteen-year-olds do not shake hands with each other.

"Hey," Timothy said to Steven.

"Hey," Steven said to Timothy.

"Well I can see these two are going to be best friends," Mark said to Devon.

"Clearly."

The two men laughed. The two boys stood awkwardly. Timothy wondering why exactly he'd been called away from his x-box, Steven wondering exactly what was going to happen to him here and how much it was likely to hurt.

"Tim," Devon began, "Steven is here to have his nipples pierced."

Timothy stared at the other boy for a moment, clearly impressed. "Really? Wow! Cool!"

"He needs to pick out his rings. Why don't you show him what we have to choose from."

"Sure, sir, dad… um, yeah, over here," he stammered, "we've got all kinds of nice rings. What'cha looking for?"

"Well, my master says they should be silver colored…" Steven realized he'd just called Uncle Mark his master in front of this boy no older than he was. 'Oh shit!' he thought to himself. He looked back nervously at his uncle, but he and Devon were already talking to each other. He tried to backpedal, hoping that maybe Timothy hadn't heard what he'd just said. "I mean, I mean my uncle…"

"Hey, it's cool, man," Timothy replied. "I think I know what kind of boy you are. That's cool with me."

"What 'kind' of boy am I?" Steven asked rather sharply, not sure he liked talking about this with another kid, though his throbbing cock certainly seemed to have other ideas.

"Well, um, you're a slave, right?"

"Yeah." No point denying it, when everyone here seemed to already know it.

"And that's cool. I see lots of guys in here like you, they come in with their masters. Your uncle's your master, right?"

"Right. You said you see lots of boys? Like me?"

"Well, most of them are older. They aren't my age like you are, that's what makes this even cooler! Here's all our stuff, take a look."

Together Steven and Timothy peered down into a glass case with all sorts of nipple rings, rods, bells and other odd piercings.

"You want rings, right?"

"Silver ones," Steven replied. "Goes with my ears."

"Yeah, I like those a lot. You look hot!"

Did another boy just tell him he looked hot? Yes. Yes he did. Steven giggled and smiled. "Thanks. I like your rings too."

Timothy had rings in both ears, and his left one actually had a series of six of them, some rings, some studs, all in different metals. The boy had a little ring in his right eyebrow too. Steven stared at it for a moment.

"I only wear this one when I'm at home or down here in the shop. Dad doesn't like me wearing it to school or out in public and stuff."

"I like it."

"Wanna get one?"

"Maybe next time. You, um, got any other piercings?"

Timothy smiled and without an ounce of shyness or modesty pulled his t-shirt over his head and cast it aside. The boy was skinny, no doubts there, but not in an unattractive or underfed sort of way. He had a bit of definition to his chest, and his slender abdomen was trim and tight with well-defined musculature beneath his hairless bronzed skin. Only Timothy's hairless armpits gave away his true skin color, a pale pearlescent white. His little dime-sized nipples were pierced with thick golden rings, which made them jut out away from his body a bit. He had a piercing in his navel as well.

"Whoa, dude, you got one in your belly button!"

"Yeah. That one hurt like hell!"

"Who did it?"

"My dad. Who else?"

"He pierces you?"

"All the time." Timothy's gray eyes went all sly and secretive. "I, um, I got one in my dick too."

"You're lying."

"No. I do. Really! Wanna see it?"

Steven decided that he very much wanted to see Timothy's penis, pierced or not, but the thought of what might happen if the grown ups caught them was too much to risk. "No," he said, but Timothy easily read the true answer in Steven's eyes.

"Well, maybe some other time. It ain't going anywhere that's for sure."

The boys returned their attention to the case and picked out a modest little pair of rings. Timothy unlocked the case and handed them to his new friend. Steven was surprised how much they weighed.

"They're heavy."

"Stainless steel, dude," Timothy replied. "Look just like silver but you can get them wet all you want and stuff, so they never have to come out. Cool huh?" The boy had an ease and maturity that seemed incongruous with his small stature, high voice and young age. Steven just somehow got the feeling that this kid had seen and done a lot of things that he himself had yet to experience. There was something indefinably dangerous and attractive about a boy like this, so different from all his friends back home. Steven couldn't help but stare at him.

"How old are ya, man?" Steven found the courage to ask. "I just turned thirteen a few weeks ago."

Timothy rolled his eyes and seemed to be momentarily embarrassed. "I'm fourteen," he said. "Yeah, I know… I'm little. Dad says he didn't really start growing 'til he was like sixteen, so I guess I got time, but it totally sucks. Hell, I can still get into the movies at the kid's price."

"That's actually pretty cool, dude!"

"No it is not!"

"Hey, man, I'm kind of a shrimp too, so I know how it feels."

"Yeah. Yeah, it stinks sometimes."

"Sure does." Steven admired the new rings once again and together they made their way back to the front of the shop.

"I see you've got a cock-cage on him," Devon said as the two men talked quietly out of the boys' hearing.

"Put it on him his first day here."

"How's he doing?"

"It's driving him crazy, but I really think he loves it. And as far as the other stuff, well, he's just a natural. And fearless. There's nothing that kid won't try."

"We'll have to get them together."

Mark smiled. "I don't know if Steven is ready to see Timothy in his master outfit. Hell, it still gives me the creeps sometimes."

Devon smiled. "He's not quite as reckless as he was the last time the three of us played around. He's learned to control himself. I made sure of that."

"I'm sure you did. Lets see how they get along, then we can decide. It would be nice if Steven had a boy his own age he could hang out with for the rest of the summer. I'm hogging all of his time and that's not really fair to him."

"And Tim really doesn't have many close friends. Everyone thinks he's a little weird."

"He's a great kid. People just can't see it."

"Tim won't let them," Devon said. "I don't know why."

"Here they come…"

The sounds of the two boys laughing and talking soon filled the front room. Steven immediately rushed over to Mark and produced the rings he'd selected.

"I like these. Tim said they're made of steel. Feel how heavy they are."

Mark took the little rings from Steven's palms. They were heavy. Wearing them would keep Steven further aroused and keenly aware of his sexual enslavement.

"Ready to have them done?" Mark asked.

"Yep. I mean, yes, sir!"

"Alright then. Get your shirt off so Devon can get a look at you."

Timothy had not bothered to put his shirt back on, and somehow that made it easier for Steven to remove his in front of them. Timothy now stared at Steven in the same way Steven had stared at him. A little whistle of admiration escaped his lips.

"Got a great little body on him, doesn't he, son?" Devon asked.

"Yes, sir, he does, sir."

Steven blushed and muttered his thanks for the compliment. Devon examined the boy's nipples and declared them to be absolutely perfect for piercing.

"May I see the rings?" he asked.

Mark handed them over.

"These might be a bit thick for him. His nipples are small. Cute but small. Just like Timmy's."

It was the first time Steven had heard the diminutive version of Tim's name, and he wondered if Tim hated it as much as he hated 'Stevie'.

"Boys, go back and get another pair, same weight, bigger diameter, smaller thickness."

Steven and Timothy nodded together and went back to the display case. Steven deferred to Timothy's knowledge on the subject of piercings and let him make the final choice.

"Those will be fine," Devon said when the shirtless boys returned.

The four of them went through the curtain and into the nearest piercing room. Steven sat back on the soft chair and darted his eyes nervously from face to face. Mark smiled at him lovingly. Devon's face was one of calm reassurance and professionalism. Timothy's expression was bright and cheerful. "It's gonna hurt at first," the boy said, "way more than having your ears done, but once the rings are in, it'll all be good."

"I'm not scared," Steven said, mostly to convince himself.

Mark stepped closer and silently took Steven's left hand into his own. For a moment Steven thought about telling his uncle he didn't need to be held. He didn't want to look like a baby in front of Timothy, his newfound friend, but then he felt Timothy's hand entwine with his own and he smiled at both of them.

"I'm ready."

Devon cleaned the skin around the boy's left nipple with a sanitary wipe. He pinched Steven's tiny little nipple and applied a small clamp to hold it in position. Devon retrieved the piercing gun from the table and held it over the boy's captive nipple.

"This is going to hurt," he warned. "Do you want something to bite down on?"

He looked first at Uncle Mark then at Timothy. Man and boy both nodded their heads slowly, indicating he should take the offer.

"Yes, sir, please."

Devon gave Mark a questioning glance. "Should we?"

"He's used to it. I don't see why not."

"Get him something to bite down on, Timothy," Devon ordered his son. "Something good."

Timothy was a bright boy and needed no further hint. He hurried off to another room that only select customers ever saw. When he came back, there was a rubber ball-gag in his hands.

Steven's eyes widened and he squirmed in his chair.

"Sit still, slave," Mark commanded.

Steven immediately complied. Timothy presented the ball-gag to Mark.

"You can gag him, if you like," Mark replied. As long as the boy offered it to him first, he did not mind.

Timothy grinned and shot Steven a dark knowing look. In that instant, Steven's heart skipped and his stomach churned.

'I think I know what kind of boy you are.'

Those were Timothy's words to him just a few minutes earlier. Now Steven was getting his first glimpse as to what kind of boy Timothy was. It made sense, did it not? Steven had always loved being tied up and naked and made helpless at the hands of others. Shouldn't his opposite be out there somewhere, a boy who loved doing the tying, who would love having Steven naked and helpless at his feet. Steven's eyes flashed with fear and arousal as the ball-gag was inserted into his mouth.

"You will not call that boy master," Mark told him, pointing to Timothy, "but from now on you will call him sir."

Steven nodded that he understood and smiled at Timothy through his gag. He then smiled at Mark too, just as Devon set the piercing gun and closed it down on the thirteen-year-old's nipple. The boy saw a flash of white before his eyes and screamed into the ball-gag. Mark and Timothy were still holding his hands when he stopped thrashing in the chair. There was more pain as Devon worked the ring through the new opening and screwed the clasp closed. He turned the ring a full 360 degrees to make sure there was no adhesion.

"One down, one to go. As soon as they're both in we'll give you some pain reliever, and maybe a lolipop, since you've been a good boy."

Steven laughed in spite of the searing pain. That distraction, was, of course, Devon's cue to pinch, clamp and pierce Steven's right nipple. Steven was more prepared for it this time. He hissed, and his body tensed, and he let out a high-pitched whimper but he did not scream. He blinked the tears out of his eyes and looked down at his chest to see that his nipples were now adorned with two thin silvery steel rings. He could feel the weight of them. It was very arousing.

Devon first applied another round of antiseptic, then he rubbed the newly pierced skin with analgesic cream. Steven sighed in relief almost instantly as the sharp burning faded to a dull but manageable ache.

"You'll be sore for a day or so, and your nipples will be a bit tender, but other than that, we're all done. You'll need to apply this cream every few hours to keep everything clean until they've healed completely. You should rotate the rings at least twice a day too, to make sure they don't get stuck."

Steven nodded that he understood. Then he rested his head back on the chair. His breathing was returning to normal. He was worn out and exhausted but he felt so proud of himself for getting through this. He felt small hands working the ball-gag loose behind his head and opened his eyes to see Timothy smiling at him.

"You did great, Steven. You hardly made any noise at all on that second one. I screamed like a girl when I got mine."

Steven walked gingerly behind his uncle as they made their way back to the car. Being at the beach meant that he really had no compelling reason to wear a shirt, and he was thankful to be barechested at the moment. His nipples were hurting. Not badly or terribly, but enough to make him feel a bit light-headed. Everything in fact seemed to be bit foggy. He remembered saying goodbye to Devon and Timothy and promising his new friend they'd hang out together whenever Uncle Mark allowed it. Other than that, nothing was particularly clear.

The boy practically collapsed into the passenger seat when they finally made it to the car. He obediently but rather mindlessly held out his hands and Mark cuffed them for the ride home.

He stripped out of his clothes once they got there and stood naked in the living room with trembling legs that could barely hold him up. Mark locked the leather slave collar around the boy's neck but decided that for tonight that would be the extent of his bondage. Clearly the day's events had taken all of his boyish endurance and the piercing had been far more difficult for him than he'd let on.

"Why don't you just lie down here on the sofa and get some rest. I'll fix dinner for us a little later, ok?"

"Ok, sir," Steven said as he stretched his nude five-foot frame across the soft leather sofa. Mark turned on the fans and a refreshing sea breeze blew over the boy's bare skin. He sighed and closed his eyes.

"You were so brave today. I'm really proud of you."

"Thanks," the boy sighed with a tired yawn. "Devon's a cool guy."

"And Timothy?"

"Yeah. I like him. I think I like him a lot."

"I thought you might."

"Why didn't you… why… its like you were hiding him from me or something…"

"There's certain things about Timothy you weren't ready to deal with last year. You might not be ready this year either, but I guess we're going to find out."

"Huh? I don't… oh… oh the gag thing. Yeah that was weird. He just did it didn't he? Like he was a master or something… I'm tired."

"Get some rest. I'll wake you up for dinner. Wanna watch TV?"

"What's on?"

"Spongebob?"

"That'll work. Thanks for taking me parasailing. That was totally wicked."

"We definitely have to do that again."

"Yeah…" Steven drifted off to sleep to the sounds of cartoons in the background. Mark watched him for just a moment and ran his hand gently over the boy's bare thigh.

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