Chapter 1
My New Blog

My name is Robert. I am 14 years old and am in the 8th grade of a high school in a big German city. My grades are good but could be better. I could have better grades because I am smart, but most of this school stuff bores me out. I must admit I dreamed more about what could I do with my friends after school than paying attention in class. Sometimes I even skipped classes and why not? I had better things to do and mom didn't really care. But I like art and languages. I want to be a creative writer after my graduation. My language teachers say that I can write very well, my essays almost always get As. Karl thinks so too and he's why I'm writing this to you. I'll tell you later who he is. Only this for now: he wants you to participate in my and my family's life. Is it true that there are people out there who like to read such stories where boys are humiliated, beaten, and forced to perform sexual acts? Please don't do this! Please just leave me and my brother alone. Ok?

Karl will read what I write and says I must tell the truth about what I do and think but I'm not allowed to be rude to adults. Otherwise, I would have liked to call you perverts or cowards. But I can't say that. I have to welcome you and greet you politely. Karl says especially the real men among you. The ones with big dicks. Men who don't let anyone tell them what to masturbate to. Of course, it is also your right to jerk about me and my situation. What do I know, I'm just a little boy. You can also contact Karl. I'm sure he'll be happy to send you my photos. He says maybe I can soon meet one of you in person, but only experienced men 50+ (Please, I beg you do not get in touch with him, but if you really can't leave it: the email address is listed at the end).

I am not like other boys, although actually, I was quite an ordinary boy until recently. But my life is a lot different now. I would like to have my old life back, but I don't know how to get it. I have to protect my family. I used to hang out with my friends after school. Cruising around town a bit, skateboarding in the park near the mall, checking out the girls. Now I go straight home after school. At first, my friends asked me what was wrong with me and I mumbled some weak excuses like I had to do errands for my mom or now I belonged to a sports club. They don't ask any more. How quickly friendships can be lost.

I am now an outsider at school. Some even think I am gay. I'm not gay. I had a girlfriend. Jana, she is so pretty and smart. We even kissed after a concert. Then I had to break up with her. It hurt so much to look in her disappointed, confused eyes. Somehow I'm glad I can't contact her any more. It would be too hard to bear. I am only allowed to speak to adults and family now. I heard she had a new boyfriend so I suppose she got over me pretty fast.

Virtually every game and app has been deleted from my smartphone. I'm only allowed to keep a couple of apps so they can monitor me. Karl of course and recently my parents too. It has some stupid parental controls on it. Just about everything is blocked except a messenger. There are no longer any contacts on it except Karl, mom and my stepdad. It is password protected which I don't know so I can only answer calls from and make them to my contacts. When I take the bus home, I'm the only teenager who doesn't look at his smartphone. All I can do is look out of the boring window.

Nowadays the journey seems to take so long but I arrive home eventually, but instead of using my key, I ring the doorbell. My stepfather introduced this rule because I once surprised Mom and him in the living room while they were having sex. His name is Richard, but of course, I call him Dad, which he and Mom think is cute.

If no one answers the door, I have to wait 5 minutes. Only then am I allowed to enter our house. My 10-year-old brother Tobias doesn't even have a key. He is no longer allowed to go anywhere on his own anyway. Mom always picks him up from school, or Dad when Mom has drunk too much again. Or I have to pick him up. I like to do that, I like him and he is always happy when he sees me.

In the hallway are two wooden strips with childish designs, five hooks on each of them. The hook strips are much lower than the ones for the adults and guests, at our chest height, and both have our names written on them in colourful letters. Only socks, underwear and t-shirts are allowed to be worn inside the house. All other items of clothing must be hung up. So I take my clothes off right here in the hallway. Sandals first. I have no other footwear now, no matter what the weather is like. When I take them off, I always have to open the annoying strap all the way, just slipping out is not allowed. I put down the unliked crappy old-fashioned sandals neatly aligned with the floor tile. The school bag has to be put down here too, to prevent smuggling in "forbidden" objects. Since it's a warm summer day, I only have my shorts to put on the hook today. Mom puts the clothes out for me to wear here in the morning. Any discussion is futile and just gets me a punishment.

Everybody who visits us can read our names and see our stuff hanging there. Even the delivery guys can see them and think,."They must be well-behaved little boys living here." Of course, I do not know whether they really think that way, probably not. But having to disclose everything so openly makes me nervous. I am shy and want to draw as little attention to myself as possible.

No one seems to be home so I go upstairs with the necessary school stuff for homework in my hands.

My room is at first glance a normally furnished youth's room, but it has a special feature. I have no privacy up here either. That's because of the cameras. Not only the webcam on my laptop, which always has to be running. Two more cameras are on the ceiling, they can see into every part of the room. Richard has installed them all over the house. Even in the bathroom that I share with Tobias. I don't know if there are also cameras in my parents' bedroom or their bathroom because we're not allowed to go in there. Karl has access to the cameras, of course. He shows me some footage sometimes, and it is always in frighteningly good quality. Even worse, Karl apparently also publishes some of it. Karl showed me videos of Tobias in a secret darknet forum (if you're familiar with these sites you might know already "Soapy Tobi" "Best Moments from Tobias is looking at himself at the mirror" and "Tobi takes a dump compilation I-II."). He let me read some comments too. Really bad and rude comments.

Karl threatened me that if I don't behave, he'll make sure someone will kidnap my brother and then do those things for real. I don't think it's an empty threat. I certainly wouldn't put it past him.

I immediately go to my desk, open the messenger and write to him, like every day:

Sometimes he replies instantly, but not today. I check the shared folder for new files. Today the weekly schedule is in there and an mp4 file. I listen to it and hear Karl's voice talking to me.

I do my homework now. I used to 'forget' to do it, but in my new life I always do homework right after school and I do it neatly and thoroughly. When I'm done, I take the work and my assignment calendar from school and any tests I might have got back down to my stepdad Richard. If he's not there, I put them on the dining room table. He will check them, very strictly.

It started 3 months ago. Before then, Richard hadn't shown much interest in me. Until, on Karl's instructions, I had to 'voluntarily' bring him my assignments to check. The first few times he didn't take it very seriously, but he started to enjoy the fact, that I didn't object when he pointed out things that he thought were wrong. On the contrary, as Karl had ordered, I rewrote everything again making the changes he had said and presented it to him again. I could see how this boosted his ego and since then slowly more and more rules, regulations and punishments have been added by him.

I try to comply with them all to avoid being spanked, but every now and then Karl makes me provoke a punishment so that he has a reason to spank me with his belt. On such days, he and Mom usually have wild and loud sex. Overall, being strict parents has strengthened their relationship a lot. Before, mom was constantly changing partners. I am sure that was partly because of us kids. We usually didn't like mom's boyfriends because she was always less interested in us than when she didn't have one.

But Richard has been around for months now and they are still happy. He seems to like to be the head of the family without anyone challenging or competing with him. Mom is also glad she has finally found a boyfriend her boys will accept. Everyone is happy, except for me and Tobias of course. Why do I play along with Richard? You've guessed it – because of Karl. He has me by the balls. Why my little brother puts up with all this? Because of me. I am not proud of that.

Before Richard became my dad, we had had a lot of hard times. Mom couldn't control her drinking and made a serious mistake at work and was fired. The insurance didn't payout, the court case was lost, and so on. I didn't really understand everything at the time, but Mom really got into a lot of debt and we almost lost the house. Our neighbour Karl helped us out and paid all the debts. I don't know where he got all the money. Anyway, the house, the car, and everything in it now belongs to him. We are allowed to stay. He also offered to waive the interest if I helped him twice a week at his place. Mom agreed immediately and I didn't really mind either then.

Karl seems like a pleasant person if you don't know him too well. Everybody likes him. But I now know his other side as well. The first time it was pretty much ok. But soon he became pushy, felt me up everywhere and I was supposed to touch him too. Of course, I didn't like that and wanted to tell mom. But he told me what would happen to us if I didn't do what he said. We would have to leave the house, Richard would leave us. Mom would still be left with a mountain of debt, start drinking again, and the Youth Welfare Office would separate us and put us in a home. Karl would make sure that I and Tobias would experience hell there. I would be begging Karl to get me out of there even for a few hours. And then I would have to do what he says anyway.

But if I keep my mouth shut and become his little toy, nothing bad would happen and mom would be happy. Especially now that Richard is there, her new boyfriend. Everything would be fine as long as I did what he wanted.

Karl had been a friend of the family since we moved there a few years ago and came over often, he still visits regularly. He always had some old-fashioned views, especially about parenting, but Mom never took his suggestions seriously. In retrospect, however, he did subtly exert some influence. The embarrassing nudist vacation two years ago, for example. Mom would never have thought of it herself. And I know why he always had his camera with him and constantly offered to take pictures of our family. Mom was happy to get pictures for free. She probably still doesn't realise that Karl's main goal was to take pictures of us kids.

Anyway, Karl still makes plenty of 'parenting suggestions' nowadays. The difference between now and then is that Mom is grateful and listens to him. And with Richard, he's preaching to the choir. Especially because it works. We are now much more well-behaved and accept him as our father. So now I am not only Karl's little secret sex puppet, but also Daddy's dear obedient boy. My brother and I hate all his completely excessive rules, prohibitions, and regulations, but we abide by them. Mom also seems to be slowly taking a liking to raising us strictly.

We have to wear these old-fashioned kids' clothes now. Short trousers, cute t-shirts, sandals, knee socks, short dungarees, etc. We make total fools of ourselves at school, but our parents think that the 'cool' stuff you wear as a teenager today is a bad influence. They get away with it because I don't dare fight it, Karl wants it that way. I have to pretend to like every silly piece of clothing mom suggests to me. It has got worse over time because of that and I don't even own normal things any more, at least I don't see them any more. The same goes for TV consumption, the internet, and music. I have seen only strictly U-rated stuff for months now. As I said I don't complain because of Karl, and without me, Tobias is not strong enough to oppose them.

The really bad thing is, we are starting to get used to it. Children are hardwired to love their parents, that's what nature intended. No matter how badly they might treat us. I like it when dad praises me and I feel guilty when I do something forbidden. So I obey him more and more often voluntarily, even without Karl forcing me to do it. Just to please and be a good son. We hate most of the rules, but by now we can't imagine a normal life either.

I can hear Mom has just come home with Tobias and I go downstairs with the finished homework to greet her. My brother is already undressed and with his cartoon underpants down in front of Mom for the 'cleanliness check'. Tobias always pays close attention to keeping his underpants spotless now, ever since I showed him how. He shakes his willy off after peeing and cleaning it up with some toilet paper and especially wiping his bottom properly to avoid skid marks.

You'd be surprised how many 10-year-olds don't do that. Just a quick wipe is not enough. Especially not with Tobi, who has quite plump, fleshy butt cheeks that you have to push apart a bit to get to the 'source'. He isn't fat, but he still has that kind of sweet child's bottom that some of you love so much. Round and plump. Anyway, we brothers had a lot of embarrassing toilet time together until he learned it. Karl found the video recordings amusing, as he told me later. I am glad that my brother doesn't know about it. He has many admirers and his bathroom habits and toilet visits are extensively discussed in a separate thread somewhere in the darknet. There is probably something similar about me as well. I don't even want to think about it.

You can tell mom is taking his check very seriously and making it as embarrassing as possible for my poor brother. Tobias looks at me sadly and frustratedly because he knows that his check tomorrow will bring a completely different result. Karl told me that another "baby week" is coming up for Tobias. So I had to instruct my brother that he will have stains on his underpants tomorrow. We have a special corner upstairs at the very end of the hall where we can have such conversations unobserved. Not much persuasion is needed any more, the last three months have made Tobias even more submissive than me. I'm really sorry for him, but if I don't do it, it will be even worse for my brother. I just told him that he knows how much mom wants him to be a toddler again. Tobi can't be angry with me for long, he has no one else.

What does Tobi have to expect when mom discovers the dirty underpants?

• The last time it was a spanking from dad, every evening.
• Instead of cartoon underpants, which are perhaps just acceptable for 10-year-olds, he gets much more childish patterned potty training underpants, that is, underpants with soaker liners and a rustling waterproof layer is sewn in. With tight cuffs at the waist and legs. Mom takes pride in sewing these herself. The training underpants are changed only once during the punishment week. If he can keep them clean, everything is back to normal, otherwise, the treatment is extended by a week. Last time it lasted three weeks.
• He is no longer allowed to wash or go to the toilet by himself. Most of the time mom goes with him, sometimes dad. If both of them don't feel like it or don't have time, I have to take care of it.
• Bedtime is 8:30 pm instead of 9 pm (I have to go to bed at 10 pm by the way) and the sheet on his bed is replaced with a PVC sheet.

Hence the pleading look from Tobias. But I can't help him. If only my brother knew how many people he will bring joy to with the stained underpants. Mom loves being able to treat Tobias like a little kid again. Dad loves it because he can then punish the little one, who then becomes even more submissive to him. Karl is happy because he has come closer to his plan of making the 10-year-old permanently a will-less dependent toddler again. How do I know this? Karl told me. It amuses him that I can't do anything about it. The men in the fetish pedo forum will have a festive week, there is even a live stream that runs from 8 o'clock including his spanking, washing, toilet routine, and mom putting him to bed until the 10-year-old is finally asleep.

I have to report honestly here and Karl already knows so I have to tell you that I find it arousing too and always look forward to it, especially when I have the opportunity to wash my brother. Before you laugh at me and make gloating remarks: I'm not proud of it and would love to go back to my old life where I could direct my sexual needs towards girls again like before. Although I'm horny all the time, I hardly ever get to masturbate any more. A year ago I needed to jerk off at least three times a day to even get my head straight.

Now I'm not allowed to at home, I couldn't enjoy it anyway with all the cameras. In the early days of the new regime I did secretly go to the school bathroom when it became unbearable, but there I didn't have any peace and it's not the same. And Karl always seemed to guess and then I got punished. I don't really know if he knew but when he challenged me he seemed to be able to tell that I was lying when I denied it. So I haven't done it for ages honestly. I'm usually allowed to cum while being with Karl if he is satisfied with me. But that's just a 'ruined orgasm' or kiddiecum, as he calls it, which gives me short relief but feels disappointing and only makes me hornier afterwards. And he makes me look at pictures of little boys while doing it. Can anyone blame me for being so horny that I now find my little brother's body attractive? He is very sweet. And when he is sad and frustrated or even cries, the little one becomes even cuter.

Of course, I have to show off my white briefs too. These are made of very thin, semi-transparent fabric except for the area at the front. That means everyone can see my butt in them. After gym class at school, I try to change as quickly as possible. I'm the only one there with white briefs, everyone else wears boxers in dark colours.

I never have any issues with the yellow or brown traces, but sometimes my dick is leaking precum uncontrollably. Like any 14 year old, I have naughty thoughts all the time. Sometimes a sexual thought strikes me in the middle of a school lesson and I cum a bit in my underpants. So I always put some tissue in the front and take it out before mom checks me.

Mom, however, is apparently not as interested in my underwear as she is in my brother's. Karl thinks that she is scared to because I'm older. Therefore he says I have to keep signalling that I still need physical closeness with my parents. I now have to give mom and dad hugs and kisses more often. Always try to cuddle them. Smile when they touch me. It has worked to some extent, sometimes mom pats me on the butt now and dad is also less shy about touching me than he was in the early days.

I clean the kitchen, with Tobi helping me and then we sit with mom on the sofa and watch some TV. To be more precise, we sit on the carpet, since us kids aren't allowed to use chairs or sofas. But it's still nice. Almost a bit like in the old days.

Dad arrives, we run to greet him. The joy is only partly faked. Even though we want to hate him because he is so strict, in a way we love him anyway. We both never had a real father and despite everything we are happy to have one now.

Dad wants to go 'out into nature' on his bike and wants us to come along. Tobias and I don't feel like it, but we keep our mouths shut, put on our street clothes, and get our bikes out of the garage. Dad is wearing proper cycling clothes: Jersey, black cycling shorts, and sneakers. And he has a real mountain bike. We only have our old cheap kids' bikes, so we have to make quite an effort to keep up with Dad's pace. I make sure Tobias doesn't get left behind so we both get scolded for being too slow. But it's still a nice trip. It is sunny and our way leads along an idyllic river bank. We can even play a bit in a shallow spot in the river. Tobi is fooling around and I let myself get infected by him. Even dad joins in. Now we are glad that he brought us here. When we come back, mom has dinner ready and we sit down happily together.

Unfortunately, I forgot to clean the bikes afterwards, which is my responsibility. So I earned a punishment. Normally we have to be in our rooms at 8 pm. We are only allowed to watch TV on the weekends. Tobi goes to the bathroom at 8:40 pm, takes a shower, brushes his teeth. Then he puts on his pyjamas, comes downstairs again, and says good night. Hugs and kisses. Also for dad. He does this voluntarily now, although he had difficulties accepting daddy for a long time. Mom then usually takes him upstairs. I often see my parents switching the TV channel to the camera in the bathroom so they can check whether he washes properly. We have a timer in the bathroom that is set for 3 minutes. With it, we follow the rules when showering. 3 minutes of warm water, 3 minutes to soap up, and 3 minutes of cold water to rinse off. The cold water is particularly cold and unpleasant, but we don't cheat no more. Because you can see exactly how the temperature is set via the camera. When dad caught us once, there was only cold water for a whole week. Then a maximum of 3 minutes toilet time and 3 minutes brushing teeth.

Can you understand now why I'm no longer masturbating in the bathroom? It doesn't work in my bed either, the camera records immediately when something moves, even in the dark. I have "tested" it with Karl. He told me to jerk off in bed in the evening as inconspicuously as possible. He showed me the recording later and the 'activity' was clearly visible. He made clear to me that even if my parents did not notice a violation; he would spot it and punish me for it.

Exactly one hour later, I usually do the same ritual. But not today, at 8 p.m. I get the order to fetch the paddle, get a chair, pull down my underpants, and bend over it. My feet are fixed to the legs of the chair with Velcro tape and I have to hold on to the seat with my hands. Sometimes mom holds me.

I get 20 strokes with the paddle and 20 with his belt. I have to count aloud. Both are very painful, Dad does not hold back. He hits me on the thighs and butt with the paddle , but is careful with the belt so that I get weals on my butt only.

The really hard punishments always come on Fridays, so the marks can heal over the weekend. I have to thank him and promise not to forget my responsibilities again. Today the corner time is omitted and I must immediately make up for the mistake and clean the bikes and additionally all shoes. The mud has hardened by now, which makes the task more difficult. Dad keeps coming over to inspect my work and scolds me if I don't do it right or don't hurry. It takes two hours, then I'm done and he's finally satisfied. I apologise again and am sent to bed.

After every spanking my bottom has to be visible at home for two days, so no underpants, no pyjama bottoms, and no covers at night. Even though it's warm, it's hard for me to fall asleep when my butt hurts and I don't have a blanket. After all this, I still have a special task. I watch the 3 min video on my smartphone in bed. It shows mom and dad having sex in the living room. I don't want to watch it, but Karl will ask me for details. Three times I have to pause to get stiff again. I watch it twice and pay attention to the little things. It's hard to find a position to sleep. I can't do it on my back, my butt hurts. I'm not allowed to sleep on my belly, because this counts as possible masturbation. So it will have to be a side position. Which side should the camera see? I decided to give it my backside.

I bet you are satisfied now? No? No one feels sorry for me? I can already hear you saying,."This brat still thinks he's the greatest. He manipulates his mother and father and even watches them having sex. He thinks he alone saved the family. He drags his brother into it. He deserves a much stricter treatment that will finally bring him back down to earth. Where he belongs. At the bottom of the hierarchy and without any importance.
Go ahead and write comments like that. I'm just a boy that wants his old life back.

But in a way you guys are right. I used to be an arrogant little shit sometimes. Being at the bottom of the pecking order in school now has opened my eyes to how disrespectful I was before. I promise I will work on it. But does it really have to be so harsh?

Chapter 2
Karl

I have to serve Karl on Wednesdays and Saturdays. On Wednesdays directly after school until six in the evening. On Saturdays, I have to show up at 10 a.m. and stay as long as Karl wants.

Today's Wednesday, and unfortunately, school ends at 1:30. I go directly to his house, which is about 200 m away from ours in the same street.

I walk up the driveway, Karl's car is not there. It doesn't matter, I have to head to the back entrance, which is not visible from the neighbours. There is a small porch with a wooden floor. Not very well kept but tidy. A cheap white garden table with an ashtray on it. A bench and garden chair of the same type. And a wooden crate. I open the lid and put my school bag inside. Then I undress completely. Karl taught me how: Sandals first, they go in an extra bag. Then the jean shorts. The white briefs. The colourful, too short shirt with a dinosaur pattern. Finally the yellow knee socks with the red diamond pattern on top. Everything is folded neatly and put into the box. I close the lid and snap the padlock shut.

When I go home later, I will need Karl to open the crate for me. But now everything is locked away. Even my cell phone. What will I do if Karl doesn't come home at all today? Walk back to my house nude? Fortunately, that has never happened yet. I kneel upright in front of the door, hands behind my head, and wait for Karl. It's chilly here in the shadows behind the house and I have to stay in this position for as long as it takes Karl to let me in. Do I need to mention the camera overlooking the terrace?

I feel the goosebumps on my forearms, back and thighs, partly from the cold, partly from the excitement. I have no clock and no clue how long I will have to wait. To get at least some movement, I tense all my muscles occasionally.

After what feels like an eternity, I hear his car on the driveway, the slamming of the car door. Footsteps. Key in the front door lock. Footsteps again, this time inside the house. My heart beats faster. My dick twitches a bit. I would really like to be anywhere else, but my little dick gets hard. I feel so ashamed and embarrassed.

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Karl told me that I have not yet described my appearance and body properly. I apologise and will insert this right here and describe myself and my brother in detail. I am also not allowed to call my little penis dick or cock any more, but a pee-pee. Only adults have a cock, I apologise for my presumption.

I have been 14 years old for 8 months. I am only 150cm [4'1."] tall and weigh 37kg [81lb]. That makes me the smallest in the class. Whenever you see a group of young teenagers, there is almost always one who looks smaller and younger than everyone else but is actually the same age. That's roughly how you can imagine me. In my skater clique, they called me 'Baby-face'. Some of them also knew that my pee-pee was smaller than it should be. I always tried to avoid changing or showering in public, but now Karl insists I don't avoid showering with my classmates. Of course he doesn't have cameras in the showers at school so he couldn't actually check but he questions me about it and as I said he seems to know when I am lying. So although I don't like it I do it because his punishments are worse. Once he punished me when I had showered but usually he knew. No one has really teased me for it. But it's humiliating enough to know that you have the smallest dick in the class and that everyone else knows it too.

In my old life, my biggest worry was that my new girlfriend would think it was too small down there and would laugh at me. But Jana was a nice and sensitive girl and I am sure she would have been fine with it. But I will never know now.

The pee-pee is 5cm [."] long and only stretches to 9cm [3.."] long when erect. The foreskin that otherwise covers the entire pee-pee releases the glans when it does. Karl thinks that the little head looks cute because it protrudes so clearly mushroom-shaped and red. The upper 4 cm [1.5] of the skin is darker and redder than the rest. The scrotum is still as light as the rest of my skin, not like many other boys where it is already darker. From the tip of the foreskin goes a visible seam down to my scrotum and from there to my butt hole. The balls don't hang very low but are both visible and quite firm since I hardly ever get to masturbate.

I have a few dark blonde hairs around the base and that's it. No hair on my sack, butt hole, or underarms. Some guys in my class already have a real thick bush down there. Currently, my pubic hair is even shorter than usual because mom shaved me there 2 weeks ago as punishment for stains in my underpants. But to be honest, there was not much more before.

I am athletic and compactly built. I was already quite skinny but since I have to eat healthily (no sweets, no sugared drinks) I have even lost some weight instead of gaining it. My arms and legs are slim but strong. I am bow-legged my knees stick out noticeably and the thighs barely touch, even when I stand up straight and try to keep my knees together. Karl says it looks cute, like a clumsy colt.

Like most teenagers in these times I preferred long baggy trousers and wide sweatshirts to conceal my figure, but the damn new clothes I have to wear emphasise my awkward frame. The pelvis is narrow and compact, the butt small and firm. Karl can easily grasp and knead my buttocks, one in each hand . He shows me pictures of me sometimes, so I know this so well. My butt hole shows even when I bend over only slightly. The hole is slightly elongated and has a rosy colour, but recently it is often much more reddened, because I am regularly fucked by Karl. No dark discolouration of the skin around the hole, as is the case with older guys and men.

What can I say about my face? Grey-blue eyes, half-length dark blond hair. No acne, but fresh smooth skin. I tend to blush quickly, especially on the ears and cheeks. I think this is one of the things that gives me away when I try and lie to Karl. The cheeks have dimples and people always say I always have a cheeky grin on my face and my smile is very beautiful. The girls liked it for sure, men like you apparently too.

My brother Tobias is 10½ years old and blond. He is 135cm [4'."] tall and weighs about 30kg [66lb]. By the way, he has a different biological father to me. He is not as skinny and athletic as me, but more average build for his age. He not only has a cute face but is pretty as a model. Wonderful blue eyes, freckles on his cute nose, cuddly cheeks. A dear, open friendly expression on his face. I can understand why most people like him immediately and feel the need to cuddle and spoil him.

Unfortunately for him, many people, especially boys, seem to feel the need to tease him. That he is popular with lots of adults makes matters worse. And as I mentioned earlier, he also looks particularly cute when he's annoyed. He has told me that a group of 12/13-year-olds often bully him at school and that he is glad he is picked up right after school. The clothes that mom has been giving him lately have made him more of a victim at school. But as quickly as he gets annoyed, he is back in a good mood and enthusiastic again. He is a very good little brother and I am glad that I have him.

His body is just as cuddly as his face. Especially the round plump fleshy butt that sticks out seductively at the back and the nice curves on his thighs and calves. Unlike me, there is no gap between the thighs, and the butt hole is also not as easily seen as mine. He has to bend all the way forward and spread his legs wide to present his anus. He has silky smooth fair skin that is even a little lighter than mine. There are also freckles on his shoulders. He is quite flexible and agile, but he seem more childlike, even compared to other boys his age. Tobias pee-pee is almost as big as mine when flaccid, which annoys me a bit. It wiggles funnily over his little balls, which are still pretty tight and taut. When stiff, the pee-pee increases in size to about 7.5cm [."] and sticks up at a 45degree angle. It looks really cute. He's even more bashful than I am and doesn't like being seen naked at all.

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I hear Karl rummaging around the house, moving things back and forth. He knows that it annoys me when I am ignored out here. And when he always comments,."Can't you wait to see me?", it embarrasses me even more. I don't want to be here. Or do I? I'm not sure any more.

Then finally the porch door opens and he stands in front of me. Pointing wordlessly at his jeans; I know what I have to do. I open his jeans, pull them down a little, and already see the bulge in his grey underpants. There is a small wet spot where pre-juice has run out of his cock. I open my mouth wide and put it right over this spot. I massage his tool with my lips, lick the bulge with my tongue. I don't have to do much. The fabric is automatically moistened by my saliva and after a short time, I can taste it. Karl only showers on the days I go but after I have been there. And he doesn't change his underpants much either. Everything that has accumulated in the fabric in the last three days mixes up with my saliva. So I have the opportunity to taste and smell him while he takes his time smoking a cigarette. He is barefoot and wears a white tank top. He is in good shape, although he is probably over 50. You can see various tattoos. Probably he was once in prison, I don't know exactly. He certainly looks like it. When he visits our house, he seems like a friendly harmless neighbour, but when I come to his house, he looks like a dangerous man. Little children would instinctively change sides of the street if they saw him like that.

Karl puts my collar on me and then attaches a leash to it. It's a leather collar for dogs, there's a little name tag on it, 'Robby'.

I hate it when someone calls me Robby.

Then without a word, he goes back into the house. I dutifully follow him on all fours, very anxious not to let the leash tighten. That's the only way I'm allowed to move around here, on all fours, naked except for the collar. There is no doubt who is the boss here and who is the slave. In his living room, he pushes his crotch in my face again and says,."Get it out!"

I pull down his underpants and get to work. It's not just cock sucking, I'm making love to his privates. He's been training me for weeks and by now I'm excellent at pleasuring him with my mouth. I lick, kiss, and suck on the thick hairy balls. I smack my lips loudly and moan as he likes it. Lick the whole crotch, take up all the bitter sweat and swallow it down. Even if I get one of his thick pubic hair in my mouth, I have to swallow it.

He punished me severely once when I tried to get a hair out of my mouth with my fingers. So I got out of that habit. I am not allowed to use my hands at all. I massage the massive shaft with my lips, stick my tongue under the foreskin in front and play around there. As I taste his stale piss and whatever I pull a disgusted face. He sees it and laughs. All the while he makes demeaning comments. When he speaks, I have to maintain eye contact and respond.

"Well you little cocksucker, do you like that? Better than kissing girls eh?"

And all I can do is go."mhmm." And keep licking and kissing.

Then I take the whole cock in me as far as I can. I come almost to the end, my nose is already tickled by his thick pubic hair. He helps me and pulls me closer with the leash. I can't breathe and gag. He moans. Then slowly out again. Time to catch my breath. Then again to the end. Again and again. From the third time on, I remember my training and press my lips firmly on his cock when he pushes it in and out and putting my tongue to work. It must feel incredibly good for Karl. He moans like an animal. Then the time finally comes and he pumps his thick white cum into my face. The first load goes into my mouth, then onto my face and hair.

when he has finished shooting on my face I take his cock back into my mouth and suck up the rest until he goes limp again. He gets his cell phone and takes pictures. On his command 'show' I open my mouth. There is still all his cum in it. When he says 'swallow', I close my mouth, swallow it all and open it again, looking at him. He pets my head and says, "Good boy".

Karl once showed me such a photo, my face was a total mess. I'm sure it's like that today too. The skin on my face reddened from the effort and friction between his sweaty warm legs, drool running down my chin, the deep throating producing a lot of mucus. Dried tears and still fresh sperm. Hair is also rumpled and sticky from sweat and cum.

I have to pull his jeans back up and zip them up, then he leads me through his house. On the way, he only gives me a few hefty slaps on the butt. He must be in a good mood. In the kitchen, I'm supposed to make him his dinner and then clean up thoroughly there. Karl leaves me alone. I put the pan on the stove and start cooking. It's not difficult, he wants fried potatoes, bacon, and a fried egg as usual. But it has to be perfect, exactly the way he likes it. I also have to be careful not to let the fat spit on me. It really hurts especially when it goes on my pee-pee and balls.

In between, I drink a glass of tap water, which feels wonderful. I'm not allowed to wash my face or eat or drink anything but water. I arrange the food on the plate, fortunately, the fried egg is still intact. I work up an appetite, I haven't had anything since breakfast. Sometimes I just don't feel like going to school lunch any more, I prefer to avoid the crowd there. I grab a can of beer and bring him his lunch. At least I am allowed to walk normally this time. Again I hear, "good boy" from him. I smile proudly, which I don't have to, but I like it when he praises me.

Then I crawl back into the kitchen, where a lot of work is waiting for me. Dirty dishes are piled up in the sink, greasy splatters of tomato sauce and all sorts of clutter everywhere. Empty beer cans and other trash in every corner and the trash can is already overflowing. And I'm here twice a week. How can he mess up the kitchen in such a short time? Well, no problem for me, it's not the first time I've done this. In an hour everything will be spotless. Again this irrational pride and the need to feel useful. I should be hanging out with guys my age and having fun, not cleaning some old guy's apartment, butt naked. That's what my head says. My gut and a feeling even further down tell me this is just the place for me. It's hard to differentiate: Are these really my thoughts or have I already been brainwashed to the point where I like the treatment?

I hear a whistle from the bathroom. Now comes the most unpleasant and dreaded part of my duty. I drop everything and quickly crawl into the bathroom. Karl is already waiting, smiling. I flip up the toilet lid and once again pull his trousers and pants down to his ankles. He sits down on the seat and I kneel in front of him, my face between his feet buried in his underpants. It's so humiliating. I think that my parents know that I have sex with Karl, but I hope that these details remain secret. I hear him occasionally pissing in the bowl above me. Karl just takes his time, playing on his cell phone. This can take several minutes. All the time I have to breathe through the fabric, inhaling his smell.

Then he pulls my head up by the hair, reddening with shame and exertion, and just says,."Clean it!" I take his flaccid cock in my mouth and lick it. He moans and starts to push. I want to run away in disgust, but force myself to keep his cock in my mouth. I hear the sound of poop falling into the water. I even feel a splash of water on my chin, the foul smell slowly rising. With a moan one last squirt of piss lands into my mouth. I contort my face and he laughs again. He stands up and wipes his cock over my face. I wipe his ass. I may use three sheets of paper. After them I have to finish my tongue. It is disgusting, but I am motivated and thorough.

Sometimes he checks afterwards with paper, and if that is not clean, I have to do without the toilet paper altogether the next time. Therefore, I not only lick his hairy crack clean for minutes but also go as deep as possible into his hole with my tongue. Karl loves this and moans softly. I am very grateful to him that it only goes like this. It could be much worse. And please don't ask how he trained me for this "service". I don't want to think about it or write about it.

I think I'm done and take my head out of his butt. I look up at him questioningly. He just nods and I pull his jeans back up and fasten then. Then he leaves without a word. I flush and use the toilet brush to clean up. I crawl back into the kitchen, rinse my mouth out with water, and pick up where I left off. After a while, he comes in and watches me as I scrub the floor.

"I'm almost done Karl! "

He pats my butt, plays with it, gets a thumb in. I let him and even stick my butt out to him. . I am so horny and hungry for any sort of kind touch. I moan a little and smile at him. I know it pleases him if i act like his lover and things go a bit better for me when he is pleased with me. He knows how I feel so I am not fooling him but he is happy when I make an effort to pretend..

He says,."Come on, let's call it a day! You've been a good boy." He pulls open a drawer, takes out a candy bar, unwraps it, and pops it in my mouth.

"You've earned a reward."

"Thanks Karl!" I put on my dumb happy smile again. I know how ridiculous this is, and that he's probably just doing it so I taste good when he kisses me, but I have been told I have to get better at being grateful. I rarely get to eat sweets any more and I don't always get a reward from him. He must be in a really good mood today. He helps me up and kisses me. If someone had told me six months ago that I would kiss an older man (at 14 you think everyone over 30 is 'old'), I would have laughed at them. I find it disgusting but for some reason, and I really hate that, it still makes me horny. While I'm writing this, I realise for the first time that maybe it turns me on to be forced to do something like this and to be controlled by others. Anyway, I get a hard-on while we make out like young lovers.

He notices and whispers in my ear,."Shall we go to the bedroom?"

I look him into the eyes and nod. I wrap my hands around his neck and jump up on him, he grabs me under my butt and carries me into his bedroom. Karl is a good lover when he wants to be. Attentive and tender and resourceful. But he ignores my pee-pee, which longs to be touched. I do my best and kiss his neck and suck his nipples. I know he really likes that. He takes Vaseline from the night-stand and prepares my butt hole for his thick cock. He is very tender today and I am glad that it will be a slow fuck this time.

At other times he can be very different. Sometimes spit is the only lubricant and he pushes his cock brutally into my butt. My asshole hurts for hours afterwards. I don't get any say in it, I have to take what he gives me. Today it is romantic sex. In a way, it's worse. It's more humiliating because it feels like I want it too. Even if this nightmare eventually passes, can I ever sleep with a woman without thinking about my first sexual partner, an older man who fucked me?

Romantic or not, I still wear the collar even when he has taken the leash off. I hate that thing. I never get used to it and it is so tight that I never forget that I am the slave here.

He slowly pushes his cock in while I lie on my back. I am used to it, it doesn't hurt much when he is gentle. In – out – in – out. It claps lightly each time he gets in and our thighs touch. My pee-pee twitches every time from this movement.

If he would keep this rhythm I could get off from this alone. But he doesn't. Karl slows down, bends over, and kisses me. He holds my feet to his chest and moves them over his nipples. He tickles me while his cock is deep inside me. I wriggle wildly and involuntarily, squeezing my sphincter, which must give him infinitely good feelings. Out again – in – out – in. Karl has very good stamina for his age. He can endure these games for an hour and longer without losing the hardness or squirting.

But at some point, it ends and he cums for the second time today. This time in my butt. I'm almost insane with horniness now, but I know that I may not cum yet. Not in his bedroom. And if I do something wrong even now then maybe not at all.

We get up and I am allowed to wash briefly before I have to sit at his desk and do my homework. He opens the crate on the porch for this and gets my school bag out. He sits down on the porch and treats himself to a cigarette. I can hardly concentrate on the assignments. But Karl will check afterwards and will punish any mistakes. Karl hits even harder than my dad and a spanking from him is no fun. At some point, he sits down, gets me on his lap, and starts distracting me by stroking and tickling me all over my body. I'm glad when I'm finally done with the tasks.

"Do you want to come now, Robby? I have something nice for you today."

Mostly he shows me naked children and other such perverted things while he plays with my pee-pee. But today it's another recording from the surveillance cams in my home. It shows my brother. He had managed to stay clean for three days after his little 'accident' in his underwear but suddenly wet the bed the night before last. Mom therefore now also puts him in a nappy at night.

The video shows him lying naked on the bed waiting for mom to change him. He is visibly embarrassed and unhappy, he has a red head and especially a red butt. He got an extensive spanking from dad beforehand. Karl comments on the details. How cute it looks when he lifts his legs in the air when mom tells him to. How you can see everything now, the cute kiddie butt hole. The little willy. The red round butt. How mom smears him thoroughly with cream and how his nice skin shines even more now. How mommy sticks first one, then two creamy fingers in his butt and literally fucks him for a few seconds. How he doesn't like it and wriggles. How mom continues anyway.

Then he gets the thick nappy put on. Over it came transparent plastic pants, which must be buttoned awkwardly. Then a baby onesie, which is buttoned up at the crotch. Mom kisses him and he has to sleep on his plastic sheet with no covers. When the light goes off, one can see still everything because of the infrared. 'Baby' Tobias turns onto his stomach and rubs his crotch against the pad. The humping goes on for several minutes, then he turns on his side and falls asleep.

"He seems to like wearing nappies after all. Robert, I want you to ask your brother carefully about this. Whether he wet the bed on purpose and why. Report to me by tomorrow evening."

"Yes Karl, I'll do that."

He then rewinds to where Tobi just lifted his legs, presenting everything. He finally jerks me off until I cum in his hand. Of course, it's just a ruined orgasm because he stops rubbing just as I am going to shoot. But better that than nothing and I found the scene shown quite arousing. I know I shouldn't find my brother attractive, but I can't help myself. I just love this boy. I ejaculate very little, just a few transparent squirts, which I'm also embarrassed about. I lick his hand clean and thank him. He takes my collar off and I am allowed back on the porch. I put my clothes back on in reverse order and go home.

Chapter 3
Shopping With Dad

Today Dad is picking me up from school. He wants to buy me new sports clothes as he is going to start giving me extra sports training. We went to a paediatrician last week and she diagnosed me with developmental disabilities and ADHD. I will write more about that later. I am now taking tablets to help me grow. Maybe I will grow after all? We will see.

Karl recommended the doctor to my parents, first because of my brother and his bed-wetting. Yes, it kept happening after that first time. And he doesn't do it on purpose. We have talked about it. But he confessed that he did like wearing nappies. Tight clothes that restrict him in general. They had done a little climbing class at school once, since then he has dreamed of having to wear the tight climbing harness permanently and being tied up everywhere. He says it makes him feel so tingly good. He was ashamed when he told me this and I comforted him. Maybe somehow I can get our parents to treat him that way.

We enter a sporting goods store in a cheap mall in a shabby district, where I try on some athletic shorts and t-shirts. We don't use the booth, and I have to take off my shorts and shirt in the store and wait in just my briefs for Dad to bring the new clothes to try on. A young saleswoman asks if she can help, she is grinning a bit when she sees me like this. Anyway, none of the clothes are to Dad's taste. In his day, gym shorts were much shorter, he says. We go out of the mall into a side street nearby and enter a large second-hand store run by Vietnamese people. In the front of the store, there are various food items and other odds and ends; further back, a large area has used clothing.

Dad strides into the children's section. I have to try on stuff again. Cool hip clothes like in the sports store are not in evidence here and dad makes me try on some embarrassingly childish things. Some even fit me. When the owner, a friendly older man comes up to us, I'm just standing there in faded shorts, yellow with colourful patterns, as far as you can still tell. It is a very simple thin fabric. The shorts fit me only because the waistband at the top is already pretty worn out and stretched. I had just tried on a white T-shirt with silly horses on it. Dad asks if we could find sportswear somewhere.

The man looks at us, seemingly thinking about it, then his eyes flash "Come with me – I have sports clothes for your little son back in the warehouse."

He takes us, with a broad smile, through a steel door that leads to a stairwell and into another room with shelves full of countless boxes. There is also a mirror in a well-lit corner. He picks up a large cardboard box and sets it on a table.

"I think we have gym shorts in here somewhere. We won't be disturbed here, take your time to find what you want."

There are all kinds of clearly second-hand things in the box, including ballet clothes, tights, underwear, socks. Dad finds some very short gym shorts that he likes.

"Take off your clothes and try them on!" he orders.

I take off my shorts and reach for the gym shorts, but he says, "No take off everything! Some underpants and socks might fit you. We can't get things this cheap anywhere else. So take it all off, now!"

He asks the salesman for sandals in my shoe size. The older Asian man comes back with a new box just as I'm taking off my socks, which is my last piece of clothing. It's cold in this room and it's uncomfortable to stand in the nude on the dirty concrete floor. I shamefully cover my private parts with my hands. But it's not much use. Dad makes me try on loads of worn-out childish coloured underwear, so it is inevitable that the strange man sees my pee-pee anyway.

He just stands there, grinning and complimenting me. I don't quite know whether they are meant for me or whether he is praising his wares. Sometimes he tugs at an item I have on and discusses with my dad whether it fits, what material it is made of, and so on. In the process, he also fiddles with my bottom and my crotch. My pee-pee grows a bit in the process, which is the last thing I need right now. I've been getting hard at the slightest thing since I had my jerking off curtailed so drastically. Dad shows the salesman the two pairs of gym shorts he wants to buy. Plus a selection of underpants. I have to take everything off again and then try on different sandals and socks. I don't understand why I have to be naked while doing this. But the old Vietnamese man does not seem mind.

"Young man excited? No problem." He indicates my little pee-pee, which is now standing quite upright.

I'm so embarrassed, and my face is really flushed. The time drags on for what feels like an eternity until I have tried on all the sandals. Dad tells me to walk around in them, do some jumping jacks and walk up and down doing a duck walk, 9you know where you have to squat down so your bum is just of the ground and walk round like that). With the shoes on, I feel even more naked than before. With each pair I have to come up to Dad and the salesman and lift my foot so they can examine the soles. I feel more and more like a little boy and I have to admit that the clothes also kind of excite me, but I would never voluntarily walk around in them. Fortunately, the clothes are only for 'sports lessons' at home. In the end, we decide (well dad decided, I'm not asked) for a pair of sporty blue sandals, with small soccer balls printed on them in a pattern. I am surprised that they come in my size at all.

I am horrified when dad asks if I can wear the clothes right away, even though they are not paid for yet. My previous stuff disappears into his bag and I only get the new sandals, bright red knee socks with blue striped stripes on top, little kiddie white briefs with red cuffs and a childish pattern, the very short light blue gym shorts made of shiny elasticated fabric with 2 white stripes on the side and an almost matching blue and yellow striped 'sports top', which is actually just a normal child's vest. We go back into the actual store and pay. It's insanely cheap, and Dad generously rounds up the amount. I carry the big bag full of new or rather used stuff.

It was a strange feeling to walk down the street like that. I felt as if I was being watched by everyone. Actually, not many people took any notice of my outfit. But I felt even less like a free independent teenager, although I had already been used to wearing old-fashioned clothes in public. But this was much worse now. I stayed close to dad, seeking his protection. Without him, I would have been afraid to walk around like this in this area. Fortunately, I wasn't likely to bump into anyone who knew me here.

Dad takes me to one of the many small Arab barbershops that exist here. He tells me that I was now going to get a haircut that would suit me much better. I had always been really proud of my beautiful half-length hair. It is the last thing apart from my schoolbag left from my skateboarding days and it looks really good on me. Since I have been really disturbed by the shopping experience, I make the mistake of having a little tantrum here in the middle of the barbershop.

"No dad I don't want this, I don't want a haircut, you can't make me do this, please don't dad," and so on. There are no other customers in the store, just a middle-aged Arab man and a young man, who I think is his son or some relative. They just stand there with small smiles on their faces. In retrospect, I must have seemed like a defiant toddler with my tantrum, exactly the opposite look to what I wanted to portray. As Dad loudly rebukes me, I realise with a start that I've let myself get carried away. Lately, I've been having these mood swings more often, it's probably because of the hormones I'm getting. The doctor mentioned something like that was possible as a side effect.

Anyway, it leads to more strangers seeing my bare bottom, today. I get my pants pulled down and dad spanks me right there. Because of my pubic hair they must have guessed how old I really was, not an elementary school student, as my outfit and tantrum suggested, but in puberty. When I am finally allowed to pull up my shorts crying, I notice that three Arab boys, about 11-12 years old, had been watching me all the time through the big shop window. They are laughing and shouting something I don't understand. The younger employee goes outside and talks loudly in Arabic to the children, who then finally disappear.

I have to sit my now sore bum down in the barber's chair. Dad says something and shows the older man a photo and puts 30€ [$35] on the table, much more than a haircut costs here.

The man says, "No problem."

The older barber gets straight down to business with loud humming electric hair clippers and razors. I keep my eyes down not wanting to look in the mirror. I just see a lot of my hair falling on the floor. In the end, I finally pluck up the courage to look and I don't recognise myself. Before I was a normal teenager in childish clothes, now I look so much younger, more like 10 or 11 instead of 14. The sides are trimmed very short, thus my ears are exposed. They rather stick out, which I never liked but were previously hidden by my hair. On top, I got a bowl cut. This kind of style only appeals to parents, it looks well-behaved and not at all cool or the least bit sassy. When the barber holds the mirror behind me, I get another fright. From behind, I now look like a complete dork.

But Dad is delighted with it. He thanks the barber and we go to the mall again, him in a good mood, me trotting along with a sore bottom, sad and humiliated. He still has some things to do. He teases me every now and then with comments about how sweet I look now. He also tells me, that the shirt has to be always properly tucked into the shorts. But it keeps slipping out because it's not very long. I can't pull the gym shorts up more, because then the briefs become visible. He also orders me to make sure that the long socks don't slip down. So I am aware of my appearance all the time. I keep catching my reflection in the many shop windows we pass. I try to avoid looking at them.

There is an ice cream hut in the mall where I get a child's ice cream sundae as a 'reward' although he says I don't really deserve one because of my tantrum. But I can't enjoy it, I'm still too upset. In addition, there are lots of school children here at this time of day. I briefly panic because I think I recognise some of the boys from before, but fortunately, it's not them. Nevertheless, with every laugh I hear, I think it's about me. I did hear someone say 'faggot'. That I am sure was about me. Finally, we go back to Dad's car. I put the bags in the trunk and sit in the front, next to Dad, still visibly crestfallen.

Chapter 4
My Talk With Dad And A Letter

We drive in silence to a lonely parking lot in the woods, where we are undisturbed.

Then he asks me, "Hey, kid, what's going on? Are you not enjoying your afternoon with Daddy?"

"Why can't you just leave me alone?"

"Because you're my boy. I want to raise you. You've had to go without a father for too long. We have so much to catch up on. But to do that, I have to bring you back down to earth from your arrogant precocious ways first. I know how ridiculous the clothes and haircut look. But it works. You were such a good boy today, following me around like a puppy. No more of the cool skater boy you used to be. Today you were the obedient little boy and that's how I want you to be all the time. I'll be honest, it also pleases me to be able to control you. It's wonderful to know, that you do what I say and look like I want. And don't tell me you don't want to be daddy's good boy, too? You have been begging for it in the last few weeks. And don't blame it on Karl. I know he influences you. He does that to all of us. But we both know it goes beyond that. You want it now too, don't you Robert."

"Yes, Dad," I say meekly. It's even partly true and although it's embarrassing, it feels kind of liberating to admit it.

"I knew it. Just talking about it has given you a hard-on, right?"

I look down, although I don't really need to, and nod.

"Take your shorts off!"

I don't hesitate and as if in a trance, I lift my butt, take off the shiny gym shorts over my sandals and hand them to him. He takes them and puts them in the door rack by the driver's seat. He feels up my thighs. My coloured briefs have a noticeable bulge.

"See, I knew it. It turns you on when Dad is in charge. Did you know I can see your nipples through your cute new shirt? They're stiff, too, just because we're talking about who's in control here."

He reaches under my shirt through the wide armpit hole with his right hand and pinches my nipple. I squeal briefly from the sudden pain and turn away.

"Robert! I won't tolerate that kind of behaviour any more. When Daddy touches you, you are not to pull away. Understood? "

"Yes Daddy, I'm sorry but it hurt."

"That doesn't matter. Now turn to face me, pull up your vest, and ask me to pinch your nipples hard." So I kneel up in my seat pull up my shirt and recite the phrase in an anxious voice.

"Don't be such a wimp. You'll put up with a little pain for dear Daddy, won't you? You'll probably like it too."

Now his hands reach to my nipples and work on them, pinching, pulling, twisting. It hurts, but he makes me look in his face and I don't dare to even flinch. Despite the pain for some reason my pee-pee seems to like it, I feel a wet spot in my underpants. Finally, he lets go and pulls my shirt down again.

"Good boy." He turns me forward again and massages the back of my head, feeling the freshly shaved areas, plays a bit with my ears tugging them so they stick out even more. I let it happen, despite the little bits of pain, enjoying his attention. At the same time, I realise that today is probably my last chance to try and save some freedom, some of my old life. I gather all my courage.

"Say, dad, you are right in what you say. I would like to be your boy. You're very strict and I probably really need that. But I'm 14, not a kid any more. Can't you give me just a little bit of freedom? At least some choices? You would be still in control and I can live with that, but does it really have to be 100% control, wouldn't about 80% be enough? I had so much freedom before you came. Can't I have a little of that back? Please dad!"

"You know that's not possible, son. If I give you some freedom, you'll take advantage of that and betray me. In that 20% freedom you'll do everything I won't let you do in the rest of the time and then you'll love this life more than I want you to. It would be just the same as if I had no control at all. And that's not what you need. You're not ready to be free. You need control, and as long as you can satisfy your own selfish needs even a little bit, you'll never overcome them. For this to work between us, I need to make you small and dependent again. The only way to do that is if I have complete control over you. No more loopholes, excuses, and exceptions. No more possibility to cheat and manipulate me. No more secrets from dad. That's what you need. You may be 14, but deep down you're still 7 or even younger. I know you want it too, but it doesn't matter, I'm going to control you 100% anyway, whether you want it or not. But it would be easier for both of us if you help me and actively participate. Your dick is still hard. Show it to me!"

I pull down my briefs. My pee-pee is standing steeply upwards. The tip is wet. I got even hornier at his announcement. The thought of devoting myself fully to dad scares and horrifies me but for some weird reason excites my pee-pee.

"What a perverted little wanker you are. Getting horny when dad dominates you. But I'll break your nasty masturbating habit soon. Little boys don't touch themselves. But at this moment I will give you a one-time exception. Take your little dick in your hand and jerk it for me. That's it! Nice and slow! Feels good, doesn't it? And now tell me whether I should control you: 100% or 80% ."

"Oh, God! Please control me 100%. I'll do everything you say. You decide about everything." I just couldn't stop the words coming out.

"It's good that you accept it yourself. Now take your hand off your little willy and kiss me."

We kissed. I should fight him, hate him. But I was so horny and desperate it just felt right to obey.

"Now get out! Kids with hard-ons aren't allowed in my car! Do some push-ups to get yourself down. Hurry up!"

What I was sure he was going to let me cum if I said the right things. I didn't think I could lose my stiffy but the push-ups actually helped, after a few minutes I was limp again.

He gets out of the car and stands before me. "Look at me boy! I will give you a lesson now."

Out of the blue, he slaps my face very hard, right and left. I let out a shocked scream.

"Ouch! But dad why."

"Shut up. Hands by your side!"

I get another pair of full-blown slaps. The pain and humiliation pulses through my entire face. I start to cry a little.

"Listen to me, Robert! I will tell you why you deserved this. I spent my time with you, bought you new clothes, got you a new haircut, I even got you an ice cream. I didn't hear a single 'thank you, dad' from you all afternoon. Do you think you are entitled to this? Are you really such an ungrateful spoiled child? From now on you will respect me. Every time you talk back to me again or question my orders or do not say "thank yo." for every single thing you get, you will get slapped. I am sure you will learn fast. And every time you get slapped, you will apologise afterwards. So do you have anything to say Robert."

"I am sorry Dad! I didn't mean to be rude. Thank you for all the nice things you gave me today!"

"That's better. I understand that you are a bit upset now. That's ok. You are a kid and probably never experienced proper discipline before. But you will get used to it. It's ok if you hate me a bit for being so strict. But I can assure you that I love you, even when you fail and have to be corrected."

He kissed me on the forehead and I was allowed back in the car. But he opened the back door instead of letting me sit in the front.

"The following rules apply from now on when you ride in the car with me: Your place is in the back. The front seats are for adults and big boys only. You will take your shorts off before getting in. Don't just pull them down, take them off completely. If you have to take your shoes off to do so, do that first, then take your shorts off and put your shoes back on. Sit on your hands. Put your legs apart and pull your heels up. That's it. Only the tips of your toes touch the floor. You learned this from Karl, right? You do it at home almost all the time and I want you to do it in the car too. You don't get out of the car until I tell you to and open the door for you. You won't be able to get out on your own anyway because I have the child locks on. When you step out of the car, you will wait outside for my permission to put your shorts on. Oh, and you are absolutely quiet in my car. I don't want to hear a sound unless I ask you a question. Got it?"

"Yes, dad!"

"Let's go home. You will be responsible for teaching Tobias the new car rules. I expect him to follow them without being asked when I pick him up tomorrow."

Chapter 5
Tobi's Adventure

Tobias told me about this last night as we lay in my bed together and I enjoyed his story very much:

Tobi was picked up by dad today. He told him that he had a surprise for him. He climbed into his child's car seat in the back and they drove off. They had only been driving for a few minutes when Dad stopped the car.
"Did you forget something Tobias?"

"Oh, sorry dad!" Tobi hurried to pull down his shorts which was a difficult task, strapped in the child seat. After some fidgeting, he managed it though. Dad took the jean shorts and put them next to him on the passenger seat. These are Tobi's favourite shorts, at least among those that he is still allowed to wear. He looks great in them and they are also age-appropriate. Having to give them up didn't please him at all.

"You should have done that without being asked and before you got in the car! Didn't Robby teach you properly. I will be having a word with him later. As punishment, you will be riding naked now! Give me your t-shirt."

Tobias reacts promptly and quickly takes off his also beloved bright orange T-shirt with a funny shark motif on it. He hopes to appease Dad by obeying quickly. Tobias is very shy and even a bare upper body makes him nervous in public. The word naked made him even more afraid now. As dad takes the T-shirt he looks demandingly at Tobi's childish training pants.

Tobias begs,."Please don't dad! Everyone can see me here."

They were only a couple of minutes drive from the school in a busy place. Dad remains relentless,."Lift your butt! Now!"

Tobias obeys and Dad pulls his underpants roughly down. Because of the tight cuffs around his legs, the pants don't slide down much but rather turn inside out. His pee-pee is revealed and the inside of the training briefs, fortunately for him, clean.

"Hands by your side and shut up. We're moving on."

After a seemingly endless drive through the city, they arrive at the forest parking lot, I think it was the same one I told you about the other day. Tobi had to get out of the car and was told to take his underpants completely off. He was now standing there in just socks and sandals.

"What awaits you when you are disobedient?"

"A spanking?"

Dad went to the other side of the car and opened the door for Tobi. "Right. Get in here and sit on the other side! Turn toward the door, lie on your back, butt forward, and stretch your feet up towards the roof! "

He then pulled the boy towards him more, so that his butt was almost sticking out of the car.

When Tobias re-told me the story, he acted it out exactly like that on the bed, which was sweet. He trusts me completely but probably did not remember that we are constantly observed via the cameras. I thought it was a pity that he already had his nappies on, that prevented me from seeing his sexy butt

He then had to wait in that position for some time while dad was on the phone. He was afraid all the time that someone would come and see him like this. Then dad started spanking him with the belt, but was hindered by the car door, so he just pulled him out and laid him on his back on the forest floor and made him keep the same position and continued to belt him. Tobi said he didn't spank so hard, but it went on for a long time because he kept admonishing Tobi over and over again to stay still and keep his feet up correctly. The soles of his feet had to face up and his legs had to be wide apart. Finally, he was satisfied and allowed Tobi to stand up and dad hugged the little one.

"Well, shall we be friends again? Do you want to play an exciting game? If you lose, you have to stay naked, but every time you make it, you get a piece of clothing back. Ok? It's not that hard."

He took out a 0.33l [11fl oz US] water bottle from the trunk and gave it to Tobi.

"Drink it up! Good boy. Now you have to go and refill it for daddy. There is a brook in that direction. Don't worry it's not very far. You can't miss it. Remember: only clean water counts."

Tobi was scared, but then screwed up his courage and bravely ran off with the bottle. Dad was certainly amused how the 10-year-old ran crouched from tree to tree and behind bushes, being extremely careful not to be seen. Tobi told me that he was especially scared twice. Once at the brook, where the only place, to fill the bottle with clean water was right in the middle of the stream because the water at the side was all still and dirty. The only way to reach it was via shaky stones. Moreover, he could no longer hide there. He said he almost fell into the water several times, but he kept his balance, and squatted down naked on the slippery stones wearing only his sandals. He had a moment of panic when he almost lost the cap of the bottle in the rush. But it worked out and he made his way back.

The second really big moment of fear was when he didn't find the parking lot right away. He crouched down in the bushes to catch his breath. As he calmed down, he recognised a spot which he had passed earlier and went in the right direction, found dad, and proudly handed him the bottle. Again he had to drink the new cold water. He received his t-shirt and had to go again, still uncomfortably naked and aware that his butt and pee-pee were still visible. At least he now knew the way and what to do. On the way back he saw another car parked beside Dad's and he had to wait endless minutes hiding behind a tree until the people finally went. The last two times he was faster and then he had all his clothes back on and dad praised him, he was proud of himself. I think he had every right to be.

Dad even allowed him to keep his shorts on in the car for once. They drove to a neighbouring town, where someone was selling a used special needs child car seat. It had a sturdy harness belt, a bulky tray and a seat wedge between the legs, loops for the feet and upper arms. The seller was nice and helped them with the installation. Tobias was told to sit in it and the seat was adjusted to fit him.
On the way back dad asked him,."How do you like my surprise for you."

Tobias beamed with joy,."It's very nice! thank you, Daddy! But how."

"You are my son, I know that you like being tied up. Don't be embarrassed by it. And I bet you want it even tighter, am I right."

Tobias nodded sheepishly.

Dad parked the car and adjusted all the straps even tighter. The seat wedge was also moved inwards so that it now presses permanently against his crotch. Tobias can't move at all now. Only his forearms and his head a little bit and he can only look forward because of the big side panels. And now there is no way he can free himself.

"Do you want to pee."

"Yes, Daddy."

"You will have to hold it till we get home, ok? Show me that you are not a pisspants, boy!"

Tobi tells me how exciting it felt and how he had to pee so badly all the long long way back. He thought daddy didn't drive straight home. But he loved that extra pressure, which added to his feeling of confinement and helplessness in the child seat.

I'm happy for Tobi, apparently, my hint to dad had had an effect. Seems I am not the only weird kid in the family. What I don't like so much is that his old seat is now for me. I'm not thrilled with the idea of having to sit in a child seat again.

After they arrived home, dad even carried Tobi to the bathroom. He showed me how dad held him, one hand under his arms, the other on his crotch.

Tobi peed a little bit in his underwear, but dad didn't scold him but praised him for how good he had been holding it for so long. He let him piss finally while still holding him over the toilet bowl whilst pushing his little stiffy down. He had to show his dirty underwear mom who was not so pleased as dad was. Tobi tells me that he got a little plug in his ass as a punishment from mom.

I put my hand on his nappy and can feel this thing. My little brother whimpers when I wiggle it. We cuddle together some more and I whisper in his ear that he shouldn't be ashamed to pee in his nappy, even if I'm lying next to him.

When I wake up in the morning I notice that he has indeed done it. Just before mom comes to wake us up I knead his pee-pee through the thick front of his nappy, he enjoys it but I stop when he gets hard. I want him to be stiff when mom takes off his wet nappy. It made me horny just thinking how embarrassing this will be for him, maybe she will let me watch.

Chapter 6
Alexander

Hello to you all. Karl showed me some of your reactions to the new blog he set up for me. He said I needed to thank you for being so interested in my unimportant life. It seems especially my last two entries and the photo gallery were very well received by you. Most of you think that my dad has finally found the right way to raise me and that I am finally getting what I need and deserve. And that Karl is much too lenient with me. I would have totally disagreed with you a few weeks ago, but now I have to accept that you are right.

I don't deserve pity or leniency. I have been shown that I insulted you somewhat in my first post, and I have sure come to regret it. I have improved, but I still need to learn how to treat you, men, with respect. Your comments will help me to do that.

There is also some news to report: Last week daddy got cross with me because he said I hadn't taken any notice of the discussion he had with me in the car. He sent me to my room and I got scared about what was going to happen and was he going to perhaps leave and also what Karl would do if he did. So I sat down and wrote a letter to my parents trying to say what was in my head to try and make things better. It was all muddled because I was trying to say things so he didn't leave us and because I am all mixed up. I am horny all the time and it makes me think silly things. I left it on the table.

At first, I thought that dad did not read it or wasn't going to react to it. But now Dad has told me that he read my letter and was happy with it. He said Tobi and me should both expect a surprise already this weekend. The letter was supposed to remain private, but he has indicated that the letter will be published in the blog. Tobias now sleeps in my room while his room is being remodelled. We are not allowed to look in there before it is finished. I was going to sleep in my sleeping bag on the floor while my little brother used my bed, but he wanted me to join him and we cuddled together. Tobi thought it was great sharing. In my letter I had suggested to dad that we should share a room. I don't mind Tobi sharing my room cos I can be more intimate with him. I have always liked him but I have really developed a big crush on him lately. I hope dad will let him stay in my room so I can see Tobi naked more often.

There is also news about school. I have finally found a new friend. During the breaks, I usually just sit around on my own. Sometimes the other kids say something stupid about my haircut or my clothes, but mainly I'm just ignored. I think I even prefer the teasing, being excluded hurts the most. Of course I am still forbidden to talk to other children so the being ignored means I can easily keep that rule. So I hardly dare to open my mouth so I avoid my classmates and they mostly ignore me. What would I talk about with them anyway? I am not familiar with the tv shows they watch, I don't know what's hot on social media or what game everyone is playing right now.

Today I'm wearing particularly silly clothes: The blue sandals, colourful striped socks, light blue cloth shorts like you might see 9-year-olds wearing at the beach, and a plain yellow t-shirt. All from the second-hand store I told you about. They look used and cheap especially the shorts and the t-shirt. They say clothes make the man and it's true. I feel ridiculous and inferior in them. And I am beginning to identify myself with them. I know it sounds strange but I think I don't deserve any others. When I see my classmates with their sneakers and nice modern brand clothes, I don't envy them much any more. I'm not like them any more.

Part of me thinks I never was. Underneath I think I always felt inferior. I'm realising that more and more. Now I often feel it is wrong for me to sit in a room with the big boys. Sometimes I dream I should go back to elementary school with a strict teacher. Where you still have to stand up if you give an answer and have to raise your hand if you want to say something. Where you have to ask if you can go to the toilet. Where you play hide and seek during recess and not on your smartphone. Where Harry Potter is the coolest thing. The books, not the movies. What a difference clothes and haircuts can make. There are of course other things that have brought me to my new "little boy" self-image, but clothes are the biggest thing, especially at school and in public. Not only do they determine how you feel, but you are also seen differently because of them. For example, some teachers address their students as "Sie" from the age of 14 on. I am always addressed by them as "Du".

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For the English speakers among you: "Sie" is the formal form of address for adults in Germany. Informally and with friends and children, "Du" is used, whereas children always address unfamiliar adults and authority figures with "Sie". We also don't have a corresponding word for "sir" in German.

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So I'm sitting outside, alone on a bench, when a boy approaches me. He is in the grade below me, probably 13 years old. I don't know him but he knows me, which is another sign of how ignorant I used to be. I wouldn't have bothered with him three months ago because he has glasses and looks like a nerd in some ways. I'm ashamed of that attitude today.

"Hi Robert, how are you? You look cute in those clothes and the hairstyle suits you. Much better than before."

"Thank you very much. Well, my parents want it this way."

"Ok but it suits you. And I think your underpants are sweet too. I wish my younger nephews would wear that sort."

I look at him questioningly.

He chuckles a little.."You know, I can see them from here."

He puts his hands on my bare thighs and pushes them playfully further apart. If there were any doubts before, it's clear now that he is gay and has a crush on me. The part of me that still remembers the old life instinctively wants to get out of the situation with my old 'scram kid just leave me alone' attitude. But of course, I now I don't. I don't have the confidence any more. to talk that way and any way I am desperate for a friend around my age. I also can't resist his straightforward way of talking to me.

The fact that he could see my underpants through my wide trouser legs is because I sit on top of the backrest of the bench and not on the seat below. Apparently, I have still retained the odd habit from my old life. Teenagers think it's 'cool'" to sit like that. Especially in groups, it feels weird and way too well-behaved to sit normally on a bench. When he drew my attention to it with his remark, I guiltily got down and adopt a more appropriate sitting posture. Upright, not leaning but sitting a bit further forward, legs only a bit apart and lifting slightly. Hands-on my knees. This already feels a lot less cool, more like a little good boy. The situation is a bit awkward because the other boy doesn't move and is now standing even closer to me and my eyes are now level with his crotch. I have to look up now. He is taller than me and heavier anyway. Sport is probably not his favourite subject but he is not fat either. His friendly face makes him quite attractive.

"I'm Alexander, by the way. You can call me Alex."

"Nice to meet you, Alex. Don't take this the wrong way, I'd really like to hang out with you, but I'm not allowed to talk to anyone unless my dad knows them. I need his permission for any contact."

"Wow, your dad sounds strict."

"Yeah, he's weird like that, but I don't want to go behind his back either."

"He's really got a hold on you. You weren't that well-behaved before. But I kind of like you better this way."

I feel a tingle in my stomach. The praise feels good, but it's so belittling at the same time especially coming from a younger boy.

"Would it be a problem if you gave me your phone number so maybe he could call you sometime? Don't worry, he's quite nice actually."

He laughs,."Like you? Yeah sure. Give him my number." He writes his number on a bit of paper and hands it to me.."We better go back to class now. I'll see you later, Robert!"

"See you then Alex!" I feel ashamed because I have to ask permission first if I want to spend time and talk with someone. What must he think of me? But Alex didn't seem to have been bothered by it. I'm happy that I met him. I hope dad doesn't mind.

Chapter 7
Alexander's Project

It's Friday and I haven't cum in a week now. I wasn't even allowed at Karl's on Wednesday . He was dissatisfied with me for some reason and sent me home very frustrated. He did lots of stuff and I was so horny and I was expecting to have a big cum but he stopped before I even got to my spoiled orgasm and sent me home.

I told my parents about Alexander in the evening of the day he spoke to me. Dad was sceptical, but Mom was really pleased that I had a new friend but hoped he wouldn't be like those skater guys who she said had been such a bad influence on me. I assured them that Alexander was a nice boy and a good student. I begged Dad to give him a call and see for himself. He said he would think about it but until he decided I was not to spend time with him.

On Thursday I didn't see Alex anywhere and used the break to jerk off in the bathroom. But it didn't work. I somehow couldn't concentrate. After 10 minutes I gave up rubbing my pee-pee, I had to go back to class anyway. It was very frustrating because I really needed to cum especially after Karl had teased me so much and I had expected to be allowed.

Today I was determined to try again. I still didn't have an ok from dad and I hadn't seen Alex again anyway. I went to the toilets on the top floor, because it is quieter and cleaner there.

"Well, where are you going?", I hear Alexander call, as I was just about to open the door.

"Oh, hi, Alex, I didn't see you there. I, uh wanted to go to the bathroom."
Why do I feel caught already?

"Up here? You can't fool me. You were going to to play with yourself, right? I have a better place for it, come with me!"

He unlocks a door and pushes me inside. Proudly, and with a twinkle in his eye, he announces,"That's one advantage of being a 'nerd'.I'm in the physics club and have a key to the lab. Don't worry, there's no one here at this hour. The teacher goes home early on Fridays."

He locks the door again after us and pockets the key with a grin. The room is full of tables with various strange physics experiments on them. On the walls are posters with periodic tables or announcements for science competitions and so on. In one corner there is an empty table with a single chair in front of it. There is also a blackboard on the wall with lots of formulas drawn on it with chalk.

I look around shyly. I'm not a bad student, but I've never been much into science, more into languages and stuff. Alex sits down on the chair and waves me over. I immediately come running, the boy has me already fully in his grip, although he is younger than me. I wonder why I am so submissive to the nerdy boy, but it feels right somehow.

"Before you ask, yes, I did talk to your dad. We had a long phone conversation yesterday. He's actually very nice as you said. He told me a lot about you. You want to be a little boy again right? Daddy's little boy? How sweet. No wonder you always wear such childish things. Is that true, Robert?"

"Well, it is hard to explain, it's compl… "

Alex interrupts me:."So it is true! I could hardly believe it. Your father has agreed to us meeting. But he insists that I am in charge and that you have to do what I say. He will punish you if you don't obey me. You are welcome to call him now if you don't believe me." He holds out his phone to me.
"That won't be necessary, I believe you, that sounds just like my dad. But why are you playing along with this Alex? Can't we just be ordinary friends?"

"Well perhaps we could have been before, but it's a lot more fun this way. And you like it when I'm in charge, don't you?"

I shrug and look ashamed at the floor.

"Good, then that's settled. Too bad you have taken so long to realise it. I've had a crush on you for a year now and you never even noticed me. I bet you didn't even know who I was a few days ago. But now you can't ignore me any more. You don't have any other friends left. You're going to be my little lover boy."

"Well, Alex I'm not really gay. You're nice, but uhh.."

"But what? You do like men, your father told me. I always knew that. I've never bought your cool bad boy attitude. I can tell when someone is gay and you clearly are."

I want to disagree, but I don't know how. I hear a bell ringing, the break is over. I tell Alex that I have to leave now.

"No, you'll stay here. I'll tell you when we're done! Just skip your class, you never seemed to mind doing that before. Oh, that was before you had a strict dad, ha-ha. Well, hard luck for you. But if you're very good, maybe I can talk to your teacher and there won't be any consequences. There are advantages to being a teacher's pet. But I can also make sure you get into real trouble. So tell me, Robert, do you want to be sweet?"

"Yes, Alex I'll do what you say" Again I have all these mixed feelings. Partly I am saying it because I don't want him to get me into trouble but my horny pee-pee and funny feelings mean it.

"Fabulous! We will use the time for a little science project. I love that kind of stuff. You not so much? Anyway, I'll show you." He took a sponge and wiped the board clean.

"Ok we need a heading, ah I got it: 'Little Boy Robby'. Write that at the top of the board!"

I have to stretch a bit and stand on tiptoes to get to the top of the board with the white chalk. I can feel his eyes on my butt.

"Good: finely done. Underneath comes."

So I had to write

"We will write it in English, you know, everything in science is in English," he lectures me.

Alex is starting to get on my nerves with his long-winded smartassery. He treats me like a fool or a little kid.

He puts his cell phone on a tripod and takes pictures of me for his 'project'. I have to pose in front of the board and I don't like that my full name is on it. He makes me rotate and takes pictures of the front, from behind, from both sides, hands at my side, hands behind my head. A close-up of my face too.

"Fine, now strip naked. I want to see if you really have as small a dickie as I've heard."

How does he know that? What did Dad tell him about me? Or did he know it before? Is it the talk of the school. I undress without further grumbling, I had suspected that it would come to this. And of course, my pee-pee is stiff. I lay each piece of clothing neatly on the table. Alex laughs at me and comments that he doesn't believe I am already 14, I look more like his 11-year-old cousin down there. But he also praises me for my athletic body. Then I have to tell him what I call my cocklet, and when I say 'pee-pee' he laughs again and says it is very fitting.

"Show me how you jerk off! That's what you wanted to do all along anyway, right?"

I blush, embarrassed to do it in front of Alex who is still fully dressed but I take my pee-pee in my hand and start.

"Ha-ha it's so small you can only do it with 3 fingers, not your whole hand like a big boy. Ok, now we must continue with the photos. Exactly the positions as before. Only now without clothes."

I reluctantly pose again and Alex praises me,."Wow you have a sexy body! I like it that you are a bit skinny."

I am a bit flattered by that in a way, I don't get any nice comments in school lately.

He gets a tape measure and inspects my pee-pee. I have to write down the results:

Penis size: erect: length 8cm [."] girth 2.4cm [."]

(Look I'm sorry I know I lied earlier about the size of my pee-pee but doesn't everybody)

I also need the measurements when you are not aroused. Can you get rid of that boner for me."

"I'll try. Maybe if I jerk off?"

"That's not possible, your father said that you are not allowed to wank. But don't worry, we'll just do something else for now."

He gets a funny-looking scale from a corner and he tells me to stand on it; 39.62 kg [87lb] it shows. Then he measures my height with a folding rule; exactly 1.50m. [4'1."] I write them on the board too.

Then he leads me around the room and tells me long-winded facts about his stupid scientific experiments. It actually has the effect of making me lose my erection. It feels kind of funny being led around naked by a younger clothed boy without a sexual context for a while. I feel like a dumb child now and I strangely even sort of enjoy it. I feel free and without a care.

Alex also has access to the physics classroom, which of course I know, but is now empty. We fool around a bit and he imitates the teacher and he makes me stand naked on the teacher's desk, while he photographs me. Of course, it occurs to me now that there could be real trouble if one of the teachers sees the photos. But at that moment we are just friends having fun together, I realised how much I had really missed that since my life was changed. We go back to the first room with the blackboard. Alex measures me again and I complete the board with the flaccid measurements and then five other lines which he dictates so the board looks like this.

Having to write this on the board with chalk like a grade-schooler is humiliating enough, but the last line feels like a punch in the stomach. Does he really see me like that? Do I seem like that to everyone or is he just trying to annoy me? But just that I am seriously considering it hits me that there must be something to it. Alex takes more photos of me and the completed board.

I have to hold every single piece of clothing at chest height in front of the camera. I then have to assume various poses:

• Bent forward with fingers on toes
• The same only wide-legged and with buttocks pulled apart
• On feet and hands like a bridge
• On feet and knees like a dog
• Sitting on the floor with my legs flat and like a V with my hands behind my head
• On my back with my legs in the air
• Like a crab on hands and feet, but pushing my little pee-pee and balls up in the air.

I feel like a doll, a puppet. Alex starts to sweat and moan, rubbing the bulge in his trousers more and more often. When he finally has all the pictures he wants, I have to kneel between his legs.

"Do you want to see a real cock?"

Alex opens his trousers and takes his cock out of his boxers. It's really big, not quite as big as Karl's, but for a 13-year-old it's a doozy.

Fat hairy balls, thick black pubic hair, A slightly sideways curved long thick piston.

"Well do you like it? Say hello and kiss him!"

"Uhh Hello."

"Not like that you silly boy!"

Alex tells me how I should do this. Give his cock a handshake and say,."Hello 'Big cock', my name is Robby, I am just a little boy and am very pleased to meet you."

Then I have to kiss it. It's ridiculous, but Alex seems very satisfied.

"That was nice. Now jerk me off! " He picks up my T-shirt and puts it under his cock. I wank him with my right hand, with my left I play with his balls. I know what feels good. Karl has trained me well. Alex plays around with my pee-pee, which is already getting stiff again and fingers my butt with his other hand. It doesn't take long and Alex moans loudly and squirts lots of thick sticky semen into my hand and onto my t-shirt.

"Ohhh that felt so good, you are such a sexy little boy Robby."

I show him my hand and ask if I can wash it somewhere. He thinks about it for a moment and his eyes take on that naughty expression again.

"Lick it clean! "

I do, and Alex seems surprised and pleased at how easily he made me do it. It seems he doesn't know that I have been trained by Karl and has no idea what he could have done with me.

He wipes his cock clean and hands the sticky garment back to me.

"Was that necessary? If my dad sees this, he'll punish me," I whine.

"Well, you'll have to deal with that. There have to be some consequences for ignoring me for so long. You still have 15 minutes until your father picks you up, you can try to get it dry by then. Now get dressed, I have work to do. By the way, your dad invited me to come to your house on Monday, so I can get to know him and your family. Until then, have a nice weekend. I heard some surprises are waiting for you. Take care sweetie!"

Then he unlocks the door and pushes me out throwing my clothes out in the hall. I feel humiliated and used as I rush around collecting them up, but unfortunately still even more horny. But I have no time for that, l pull them on and hasten to the bathrooms and try to get the stains out of the shirt with water, soap, and paper towels. I wonder what Alex will do with my photos, they will probably serve him the whole weekend as material for his jerk-offs. So what? I'd rather him than all of you on the internet. I just hope he will wipe the damn board clean again. It would be unthinkable if someone else was to see it.

Chapter 8
Richard

This is Richard writing here. Robby has no access to his laptop any more. so it will be more difficult for him to write from now on. I will help him out this time and maybe clear things up a bit. You will read more of his reports soon but you can be assured he will have written them all nicely by hand. I will scan them in, convert them and edit or add to them as I see fit. Thank modern technology, not me. Speaking of which, both my sons will not use electronics or anything that I didn't have in my childhood. From now on they are going to be raised pretty old-school. Computers and the Internet will be like the moon to them. They will know they are there, but they won't be able to access them. Karl agrees with this and will never let them look at a computer screen again.

Robert already told you about this cute letter he wrote me. He tried to tell you that he had to write it, but I don't believe him. He did it because he wants to manipulate me again. The truth is, that the little pervert really wants all of it even though he is still denying it to himself and what kind of father would I be if I did not respond to my son's needs?

Of course i wont let him do anything inappropriate with his brother but it will be great fun to tease him about and with it. See for yourself:

Well you can see what a mixed up little boy he is and the way he is still trying to trick me into letting him perve even more on his little brother. He thinks he is so smart with the clever words he uses and his fancy ideas of being a writer some day. He has always hated working with his hands, I think he thinks only simpletons like me do that sort of work. He always looked down on me because of my work and I suspect he still does. I know he always tried to get out of helping me, making excuses or just going off. So despite his letter I have a feeling he still thinks he won't really have to do much work with me. Well he is going to have a very rude awakening about that. He will also find out that his mom and I are aware of his perversions and will make the meaning of the saying 'so near and yet so far' very clear to him.

You're probably wondering what my relationship with Karl is like? Well, I have known him for a long time now, much longer than I have known my wife and my stepsons. Yes, he was in prison at one time, and that's the place where I met him. I am not proud of this part of my life and will not say any more about it, except for one thing; Karl literally saved my life there. And he took care of me even after that. At some point, he told me about this nice family. It's not a coincidence that I started dating Nicole at the time she was having so much trouble. I wasn't interested in her kids in the beginning and was fine with letting Karl fuck my older stepson on a regular basis. I am not gay and had no interest in my stepsons sexually at all. I was and am still happy to fuck Nicole, their mother.

At least that's what I thought until recently. I have to admit that I have started to find my stepsons attractive in a sexual way. Or more correctly: it turns me on to dominate them. To mess with their lives, to see them suffer, to train them to be totally obedient. So why not use them for sexual release too from time to time? They should be pleased that their mother doesn't have to have sex when she doesn't want to. Nicole loves having sex with me, but I need it more often than she feels like it. Karl and I have agreed that from now on I will use the older one exclusively, and he would start training Tobias instead.

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So Friday I parked a bit away from Robert's school with his younger brother already in the back seat, safely secured. He is quiet as I expect him to be. Maybe he wants to get out too and greet his brother but it would be too much hassle and I let him sit. They will soon spend a lot of time together anyway.

I see Robert coming out of the school, on his own, of course. There are several kids there too but my son stands out, even if he is small. What catches the eye first are his clothes, the bright coloured t-shirt, and socks, the shorts, a little too tight and too short. What catches the eyes on a second look, if you have a sense for it, is his slim handsome body and beautiful face. Sure he looks a bit goofy with the clothes and the bowl cut, but he is a very sexy boy. No wonder this nerdy fag Alexander is crazy about him. I wonder whether anything happened today after I had given him my permission to interact with Robby yesterday.

In a few moments Robby will arrive by my car, take his shorts off and give them to me. Without a prompt. Not because he wants to, of course not. No one takes off his trousers voluntarily in a parking space right outside his school. Especially not a teenage boy who knows he could easily be seen by his schoolmates. No, he does it because he he has learnt to accept my rules now. Just the thought makes me horny and when he does it, I get rock hard. Good thing my trousers conceal such reactions. Before I let him in, I kiss him, a little bit more intensely than perhaps would be normal for a father-son kiss but like he has been trained by Karl he opens his mouth a little to let my tongue in.

As I buckle him in, I notice he has a little boner too. Poor thing. He can't cum any more. As some of you already suspected, that's because of his medication. He gets not only hormones to stop his body from going further into puberty although he thinks it is to help make him grow., but a cocktail of other drugs. They make him much more compliant, unable to get angry, at least not for long, and it's very hard to get an orgasm. He would have to rub his little cocklet for two hours straight just to get a painful cum out of it. The stuff is such a hit with strict Christian parents in the U.S. Because we have a medical diagnosis and expert testimony to back up our parenting methods the school would not dare contradict our wishes. However because of Robby's past behaviour they have been enthusiastic in supporting us as it is much easier for them having the new docile and compliant little boy and one less troublemaker to have to try and control.

Tobias gets a different drug, which shows other effects. He is very suggestible on it. Just mention to him he will piss his pants and chances are high he will do it subconsciously for real after a short while. He will get the puberty blocker too, but only after a year or so. I want him to grow his little pee-pee a bit more so it will be clearly bigger than his older brother's, it is pretty close already. Just for fun. Not their fun, mine of course.

This weekend I am going to introduce a new set of rules for them which I worked out in discussion with Nicole and Karl. So when we get home Nicole and I sit in the dining room chairs and Robert and Tobias have to stand before us. The first thing I tell them is they will spend the whole weekend naked. I insist both kids strip immediately and on the spot. They are reluctant but do it, knowing things will get worse if they don't obey. We tell them to not slouch and to stand at attention. I help Robby to get in the right position and Nicole does the same to Tobias.

"Straighten up, shoulders back, heels together and arms down at your sides. Good boy. This is the listening position. Whenever an adult or someone who is in charge talks to you, you get in this position and listen carefully. If you are doing something else at the time, put everything aside, get in position and listen unless it is impossible or too dangerous to interrupt immediately. If you are sitting, you may remain seated, but you will put everything aside, put your arms behind your back and make eye contact. You will learn to do it the proper way, very fast or you will regret it."

"Yes, dad."

"Very good. That brings me to the next thing: Since you want to be a little boy, from now on you will call us Mommy and Daddy. And we will call you Robby. That's your new name. You have to correct everyone if they don't call you that. Now tell me your name!"

"Robby, dad…daddy."

"That's right. Nicole, you wanted to say something about the boy's clothes."

"Yes Richard I do. First: why are your clothes lying around like that? You have to fold them neatly and put them away when you undress. We will practice it now. Get all your clothes back on! You have 30 seconds to do it, so don't dawdle, starting … now!"

She starts a timer on her phone.

Both boys looked confused at first but then Robby realised that he was expected to hurry and then Tobi hurried too. Both boys got dressed just in time, but their mom was not satisfied.

"That was quick, but I expect you to move faster in the future. Robby's t-shirt is not properly tucked into his shorts and Tobias has a sandal strap still open. Fix that right now!"

"Yes, Mommy!"

"Now Robby, since Tobias did it in the wrong order, I want you to undress him and explain to your brother how it's done the correct way."

"Uhm ok. Look, Tobi, the first thing you have to take off is your sandals."

There were some seconds of an awkward pause, then Tobias started to move.

"Stop, didn't you listen to me, Robby? You have to undress him. You are the older brother and responsible for Tobias. Now undress him and show him how you fold everything neatly. You have 2 minutes."

I must say I enjoyed the sight of the lanky teenager kneeling before his 10-year-old brother doing this embarrassing task. How cutely he fumbles with the buckles of the sandals. There will be a lot of bloody buckles opening and closing by the end of the day and every single one of them will be pointless. I bet every other boy in their school just slips off their sneakers and gets on with their day, most of them will not even bother to untie the laces. After taking both light brown sandals off, Robby continues with opening the button of the red shorts, while Tobi helps him by sucking in his belly. They begin to giggle and we let them but we remind them to hurry. Robby pulls the shorts down to the ankles and gets Tobi to step out of them. He folds them and puts them on the ground beside the sandals.

Next are the red, white and blue training briefs with sail ship patterns on them. They are very tight and Robby has a bit of a struggle having to push is hands inside the waistband before he can peel them down all the way. Tobi cooperates nicely by putting his hands on Robby's shoulders and raising his left and right foot so that his brother can take them off. It seems to me that the teenager takes his time on this part, he certainly doesn't look away from the now exposed pre-teen genitals in front of him. The fortunately clean kiddie underwear was folded and put on top of his shorts.

Robby tells his brother to get his hands up and pulls his blue and white striped t-shirt over his head, which he folds too, and puts on top of the shorts next to the underwear. Lastly, the bright red socks come off too and Robby put them neatly in the sandals.

"Very good boys! Do you remember the correct order, Tobi? Robby will dress you again now. Just ask him politely for what you think should be put on next. Go!"

"Robert, will you please put on my left sock."

"Please call me Robby."

"Oh sorry Robby, will you please put on my left sock now." And so it goes on, until he is dressed again.

Nicole is relentless and makes them do it twice more, both boys practising on their own. Finally, she is satisfied and the boys stand naked at attention as before with their clothes in a neat pile before them. There is one difference, Robby has a stiff dickie again.

I ask him."Why do you have an erection."

"I don't know daddy."

"Don't lie to me! We both know the reason. It will be easier for you if you are honest. Good little boys tell no lies to their families. I will ask you again now, what caused your arousal."

"It's because, well, when I had to, uhm …ok, I am aroused because I had to undress Tobias! Please, Tobias, don't get mad at me. I can't help it sometimes, but you are so damn beautiful!"

"Don't use swear words. If I hear you swear again, you will be punished. But I am proud of you for telling the truth. What do you think Tobias, are you mad at him."

"No Dad. It's ok Robby, I don't care. You are my big brother and I love you no matter what."

"That is very sweet of you! See Robby everything will be ok if you tell the truth."

"Yes Daddy I'm sorry daddy."

Tobias said:."Mommy, I have to go the bathroom now."

"No. It's good that you asked me but both of you will have ask properly from now on. You must ask nicely and tell me what you want to do there.
"May I go to the bathroom, please? I have to pee."

"No you need to do number ones."

"Yes, mommy."

"So ask me again!"

"May I go to the bathroom, please? I have to do number one."
"You will have to wait for now sweetie. But you can do something else for me. Take your clothes and toss them in the hamper outside the bathroom. Then come back immediately. Don't dare to go in the bathroom yet."
"Yes, Mom. Robby's stuff too."

"No, only yours."

Tobias starts to go, but I stop him:."Wait! Where are you going."

"Taking the clothes to the hamper as mom said."

"Next rule for you little kids: When you want to leave a room where an adult is present, you will have to always ask permission, and say where you are going!"

"May I please leave the room to put my clothes in the hamper."

"Yes, you may. Now go, and be back fast! Robby, you will fetch your schoolbag."

Robby turns to leave, but then he stops and asks me if he has permission to leave, which pleases me no end. The boys seem to be picking up the new rules fast. The boy as soon as I say yes is off running to get his bag as fast as he can. It amuses me to see his little dicklet, still a bit stiff, swinging as he moves.

"Take everything out of your bag and put it on the table."

This was the bag he has had for a year or so, a cool bag he used when he was a skateboarder. The last thing from those days.

I pick up his cellphone, his door key, and the change from his lunch money and put it in my pocket. He won't need money any more. I had also found his savings in his room, which I confiscated earlier.

"Now pick your clothes up except your shoes and put them in your schoolbag! Very good. Now put it outside in the trash bin."

"But why daddy."

"Don't ask me questions, just do what I say. Don't test me. Do you want to be punished. You are on very thin ice."

"I'm sorry Daddy. May I leave now to go to the trash bins."

I nod and he runs even faster than before because he has to go naked all the way down the driveway to the street since the waste collection is due tomorrow. But he is out of luck. Some delivery guy in his car sees him and honks and I see the boy start. I have to chuckle, especially when Robby comes back with his little pee-pee shrunken down to the size of a little pink shrimp.

Speaking of pink, Nicole has his new bag ready for him on the table. Tobias is back to standing at attention like the good little boy he is and trying not to fidget too much but he is clearly suffering, squeezing his chubby thighs and bottom.

"Robby we got a new bag for you. It is much more appropriate for you. What do you think." Nicole asks with a wicked grin on her face.

"But mom! I cant use this. It's for girls!"

I have to punish him for that of course and I will. But before I want the Non-German readers of this blog to know what a big thing school bags are here in Germany. You are not cool if you have the wrong one. The wrong brand. The wrong colours or patterns. They are expensive, so most parents can't just buy another one if a kid doesn't like it any more. So they go through a ridiculously long process of evaluating and choosing one. And it is repeated every 2 or 3 years or so because your kid will be teased or bullied if they have their first-grade bag still in 4th or 5th grade. And in 7th-8th grade at the latest, you must have a 'real' backpack.

Of course, they are still not real backpacks for adults. If a grown man wears them it would look juvenile. It depends on the region and school of course but the whole thing can be very harsh on a kid who has the wrong bag. I hope this explains why Robby reacts so strongly. It wasn't totally pink, more light green with pink accents. The cute unicorns on it were elementary school style and of course girlish.. These stupid modern society views hadn't changed anything. Kids know very well which colours are acceptable for boys and which for girls. And they would be able to tell from a distance that this was definitely not a teenager's 'real backpack but a little first grader's style bag.

I don't let his behaviour pass. I slap him in the face hard twice on each cheek.

"What did you just say."

Robby starts to cry a little, both from the horror of the new bag and what is happening and from the slaps. He starts to apologise. I have to remind him to get in the correct position.

He straightens up and apologises again, "I'm sorry mommy and daddy, thank you for this nice school bag."

"That's my boy! You may not like it but you have to learn to appreciate and be thankful for whatever you get. I will not have a spoilt, selfish, arrogant, son. If you ever complain again we will send you in a girl's dress to school. Now put your stuff in it. As punishment for talking back, you will wear it until bedtime."

Nicole helps him to adjust the straps tightly and fastens the click lock on the front that connects the shoulder straps. He looks so sweet, a naked crying teen boy with a first-grade school bag nicely fastened on his back. I will post some pics soon.

Now it's time to show the boys their new room, but not before I introduce the second standing position for them, I call this the 'waiting position'. Legs apart,feet wider than shoulders, hands behind the head, facing the nearest wall.

"Now go upstairs outside your new room and wait for us there."

They run away, not before asking for permission of course.

Nicole smiles at me and we have a good laugh when we are in our bedroom, out of earshot of the kids. She touches my cock through my trousers and asks me,."Do you like my kids. Do they turn you on."

I smile back.."Not as much as you of course."

I take the tv remote and switch the channel to the camera on the first floor landing where our kiddies are waiting for us in position, Robby still with his school bag on. Being small it sits up high on his back so his small little butt can be seen clearly. Then we make out. I feel her pussy and she is sopping wet there. We hadn't planned to do this, but our kids will just have to wait. Mummy and Daddy's needs are always going to come first from now on. By the time we are sated and have adjusted our clothes and join our kids again they must have been waiting for over half an hour but they haven't moved apart from Tobi's squirming had got more noticeable.

Chapter 9
The Room

It took me some time and money to renovate Tobias' old room. Robby clearly thought he and Tobias would share his room when he wrote that letter, never thinking he would lose his room as well as his privacy. The much larger nicer room that was Robby's before will be my new office, so I can move out of the narrow little den I have been using. Robby will help me with that. Not that I need an office that much, mostly I work in the new workshop I built behind the house adjoining the garage. I work from home now since I have this new business refurbishing old furniture from flea markets. I tell you this because I plan for Robby to be my apprentice. As I told you he never showed any interest before in my work, always making excuses to avoid helping but he will learn to work with his hands, and work hard. Robby has a very busy summer holiday ahead of him.

Both kids are still standing where they should be but it is clear that Tobi is in some real distress now. I unlock the door with a key card. The door is labelled 'Kids Room' with plastic letters in different colours. The electronic lock can only be operated from the outside but has a time-controlled lock too. I shove the kids in. They don't show much of a reaction, possibly they didn't expect anything nice anyway. But I can see they are looking a bit puzzled because there is not much to see in their new room.

The walls are painted light blue with childish nursery prints on them, the floor is no longer laminated wood, but a shiny light grey linoleum now. On the ceiling, the shaded pendant lamp had been removed, instead, several large LED panels had been installed, which emitted consistent artificial daylight throughout the room. The only window had no curtains any more, but was now frosted glass with cute kindergarten motifs engraved on it. A remote-controlled ventilation system was installed in the top part of the window. the window and heating controls could only be operated with a key. The light switch was now on the outside of the room.

Both kids have their own desk, which is just a wall-mounted 100cm x 60cm [4." x 2."] wooden board. In front of each one is a floor anchored wooden stool. At one end of the room was a children's play rug, on the other side, was a single cot. The stools, the play rug, and the cot were the only things in the room that touched the floor at all. Every other thing was placed on open shelves. Two rather big shelves contained some of the toys and books that belonged to Tobias before and some new stuff too. A small ledge above each desk contained some elementary school gear, a fountain pen for first graders, some coloured pencils, and such things. There were other large shelves near the cot, which mainly housed the baby equipment for Tobias.

On this side of the room, there was also a wall-mounted folding changing table.

Then there were the cameras, of course, two on the ceiling and four on the walls, one in each corner. Nothing would be private in this room, nothing could be hidden. That was all. The room was the opposite of cosy and had the charm of a children's hospital ward on a tight budget. Not unpleasant, but much too clean and tidy, to feel relaxed in.

Robby asks me, sounding very concerned,."Daddy, where is my laptop? I need it for, uhm, to get in touch with Karl sometimes."

"That won't be necessary any more. Did you really think I didn't know how you manipulate me all the time? I have read everything that was on the laptop. You were a naughty boy. Doing all that nasty stuff with Karl. But that's gonna end now. No more lying to Daddy. Don't worry, I've got the whole Karl thing under control. Your brother will take your place. You'll only go to Karl's once a week to clean his house, otherwise, you'll be Daddy's boy from now on."

"I'm sorry daddy. I didn't want to lie to you. Karl forced me to do it and I was afraid of having to go to a children's home. And please, Daddy, don't send Tobi there. You know how mean Karl can be!"

"I'm afraid that's a done deal. Anyway I know you are not really concerned about him just worried about missing out on doing all those perverted things you like doing with him. But Karl promised me not to be too hard on Tobias. Nothing too bad will happen to your little darling. Oh and you will continue writing that silly blog, but from now on you will write it by hand. I will read it and pass it on. From now on, you will be getting a lot of practice so you can write properly by hand."

"But daddy, I can write!"

With that, he caught another pair of slaps on his already red cheeks.

"When will you learn not to talk back? Take a seat at your desk, the one on the right. Take out your lined exercise book and your new fountain pen and write ten times 'I'm just a stupid boy who can't even write properly'. Get on with it, when you're done Tobias can go to the toilet."

When Robby hears this, he rushes over to his stool and begins to write without further hesitation. I tell Tobias to sit on his stool too, to make sure I have set the height correctly. The stools work just as I intended. They have no footrests just thin straight legs and were high enough so that the boys could not reach the floor with their feet, when sitting on the seat. They have to sit with their full weight on the wooden seat. This should be a good motivator, especially when their bottoms have been spanked, to get their homework done without dawdling. Robby finishes his task and hands me the workbook.

Nicole tells them to both fetch their new potties from the shelf and sit on them. They look a bit puzzled but surely they had noticed the potties, they were pretty much the first thing you see when you enter the room. They are teen-sized, custom-made, one is light blue and the other pink and they have their names on them. Since Tobi must have to piss really bad, he doesn't hesitate for long, then hastens to get his potty and sit on it. Robby is a bit more reluctant but eventually sits down too. She tells them to wait before they start, and I am amused that Tobi hasn't started yet anyway. It will probably be because he is very shy in such situations. She arranges them, Robby first, stretching their legs wide apart and their hands behind the head. What a hilarious sight. Two stark naked boys on their potties, much too old for this, ashamed, poked out knees. The older one still has his cute school bag on his back, matching the colour of his kiddie toilet.

"You can start now sweeties! Tobi, what's wrong? I thought you had to go number one urgently? Oh I see, you need your dummy, right."

She stuck a dummy in his mouth as if it was the most normal thing to do. And it did the trick, the 10-year-old baby starts to pee. I have to chuckle when I hear the loud noises Tobi's potty produces.

Nicole encourages Robby to take a piss too and he complies as she mentions that he might need a dummy too. Seconds later I also hear some piss noises from Robby's potty, what a good boy he is.

He also did not do too bad on his writing task, he only made three little mistakes and crossed out one word. I told him that was the proof that he did indeed need to learn how to write properly. He will have to do it again later and this time write it more neatly. I want to see all the arcs and loops of the letters properly done. I can't resist going behind him and opening the bag on his back, while he is still sitting on his potty, putting his workbook and pen in, and closing it again. It is a waste of time because they will have to unpacked again soon but for some reason it amuses me. Maybe I will have him carry around my stuff in it when we go to flea markets during the holidays. But for now, I tell him to go down to the entrance, put his new school bag there, and come back up with his school stuff. He will have to report to me in my study later when mom has given them their bath.

I take a nap on the couch in my study while she does that and Robby rewrites his lines. It is not very comfy, but this will change soon in my new office, I am just daydreaming about what I could do with that space. A man cave for me and my friends? A black leather seating arrangement with a big tv? A bar? Maybe even a table football game? Ok, maybe the room is not that big. But it will be my room in my house. Yeah, you heard that right, Karl will sign the house over to me soon. He has only a few conditions: first that I will marry Nicole and adopt the kids. He doesn't want any chance of the kids being free again. He joked he was no 'supporter of emancipation' , and that could happen if Nicole and I split up.

But I am not like Karl, who is easily bored and always looking for new opportunities. I don't want too much hassle, I want a simple, stable life, and the kids will make our life easier for many years, with minimal maintenance. Karl's second condition is that he wants the ass of the little blond angel Tobias exclusively for the next 6 months. He is working on another project already and will get a new family to play with soon. So I believe his influence on us will end then. Of course, he will always be welcome to come over whenever he wants to and maybe I can help him with his new project.

I wake up from my daydreams as I hear a knock on my door."Come in!"

My naked lanky teen son rushes in and stands at attention with his pink workbook in his hands.

We have colour coded almost everything our kids are allowed to use. From the toothbrushes to the diner bowls. Tobi's things are baby-blue, Robby's are pink.

I don't know what happened in the bathroom, but he looks pretty exhausted and is shaking a bit. I'll have to check the video later to see if it was the enemas he got or the red handprints on his legs and butt that had something to do with it. He also has dried tears on his face. I love to see him like that and make a resolution to make sure he has some of them as often as possible. I am also very pleased that he remembered my order to wear his bag until bedtime.

"Give me that! And get into the waiting position!"

I check what he wrote and I am more than satisfied with it. His handwriting looks more like a first graders now, the words written without taking the pen off in between, the loops had big spaces in them now, like in the 'e's and the 'l's.

And he has added his own lines

He had written 10 times:

"I want to be a good little boy who does what he is told."

"Who told you to write this."

"Nobody, I wrote it on my own, I hope that was not wrong."

"You should concentrate on doing what we told you and not add anything on your own volition. But I appreciate your attitude so I will allow you to do something extra if you feel like it, but only if all other tasks are fully done. And don't expect a reward any time. But making your dad happy will make your own life a lot easier."

I know he is still trying to manipulate me but he doesn't fool me. He doesn't realise the more he writes and says that sort of thing the more he will come to believe it. I step towards him and take his little dick in my hand. He is smooth now and the reddening skin around the area shows me that his mom had used depilatory cream on him. I rub his nub until he gets hard which in fact almost instantly.

"So you finally lost all those little pubic hairs? Was about time. You look even more like the 9-year-old you behave like."

"Yes, daddy."

"And little boys don't wank right? But you need to shoot your load really bad now correct."

"Yes please, daddy. Please let me cum!"

"We need to find a method to let you cum without touching your pee-pee. I think I have something for you. But first, we should get these wanker hands out of the way. Let's go into my workshop."

As we arrive there, I tell him to stand in a certain place. I lower a big iron hook from the ceiling above him, that I use to move heavy items around. I put some leather restraints on his wrists, which I borrowed from our bedroom, attach them to the hook and push the up button on the remote which forces his hands in the air. I stop when his feet can just touch the ground and only if he stays exactly where he is. If he moves only a bit in any direction, he will be forced on his tiptoes.

"Of all my tools, I have in here, one is missing. A tool that's made just for your condition. Don't go anywhere, I'll fetch it quickly."

I let him hang around like this for several minutes more than I needed to and then went back to him and show him a milking plug. A fat one, as he is certainly not a beginner. His medication prevents orgasms by manipulating his genitals, but it's still possible with prostate stimulation.

"Robby, tell me where this goes!"

"In my butt, daddy."

"Correct. Now raise your right knee high up so I can get it in for you!"

I grease the tool up and proceed to push it up his butt hole. He grunts a bit and sighs as it falls snugly into place. I push his leg back down. I show him his paddle.

"Now tell me where I should use this tool!"

"It goes on my butt too, daddy!"

"So here is the deal, since it's Friday and I have to paddle you anyway, why shouldn't we combine these tasks to save time? I will paddle you until you cum, but at least 30 times. You will not have to count this time. I don't want you to make too much noise, so open your mouth!"

I put some of my sweaty underwear I have been wearing all week for work into his mouth.

"You have permission to cum now little boy! Let's start."

I turn on his plug and loud vibrating noises fill the workshop, only interrupted by the clapping of the paddle.

I give him a bit of a hard time, changing patterns every few strokes so he can't concentrate on any naughty thoughts. My goal is that he will cum only by the actions taken with his butt.

After a while, I couldn't distinguish if his muffled moans come from pain or pleasure. And finally, after 42 hits with the paddle, he twitches and pulls his legs up, then spurts some clear cum on the floor. After a while, I switch off the plug and let him down. He falls to his knees, exhausted.

"Good boy! Would you like to give me my underwear back now? Think about what you have to say then." He nods and I pull the now slimy wet garment out of his mouth.

"Thank you daddy for letting me cum … and for spanking me."

I give him a bottle of water and he drinks greedily.

"More responsibilities come from being my obedient little boy, you must take care of daddy's needs too."

With that, I pull my trousers down and reveal my dick. Without a word he goes to work, doing what he learned from Karl. I tell him I don't want to cum now because I want to save my strength for his mother. I have the feeling that she is particularly randy today. He should just get familiar with my dick and my scents. After he licked around a bit I shove my cock halfway into his mouth and tell him to look at me.

"I love you, Robby!"

There is a muffled,."I love you too, daddy!".

I pull my cock out, not without regret, but there will be plenty of opportunities to use him later. I get a grip on his neck and smear his face with all the moistness around my dick and balls. He will smell like me for some time. I make him lick up the small drops of watery cum he spilt on the concrete floor until I am satisfied it is completely clean. The spoiled boy doesn't like it very much of course, but he will soon learn to keep my things tidy and spotless. .

"Are you hungry now boy."

"Yes Daddy."
"Then you should go back and see if your mother has dinner ready. You stay on all fours as you have already learned to do at Karl's."

There he goes crawling away. His girlie school bag was still on his back, his butt now a matching colour but a much darker shade, the plug obscenely visible between his buttocks.

When I arrive at the table, Nicole is already sitting with Tobias, or should I say mommy's boy, on her lap while Robby is patiently waiting beside my chair. There are only two chairs at the table. All others we took away. The kids will always have to sit on our laps. We will have to see if this is comfortable (for Nicole and I of course) in the long run, but for now, I find it exciting. I take Robby's bag off and tell him to put it away for now.

I let him sit on my right knee and pull him close to me. I show him his shaker bottle, guess what colour it is, which contains his meal. He gets a full meal replacement shake with anything he needs in it. You can get it anywhere online. Just mix some powder with water and be done. If he behaves very well, maybe he will have a flavoured one next time. I enjoy the home-made potato salad with sausages Nicole made for us adults. Robby looks longingly at every forkful as it goes past his nose into my mouth. And a much-deserved beer of course. Getting your sons disciplined is hard work after all. I remember when I first moved in he would ask me for a taste of my beer declaring he was old enough to have one. Now he is sitting uncomfortably on my knee, sipping from a kid's bottle.

Nicole has to help Tobi with his bottle because of the padded baby-mittens he wears now, which make his fingers unusable. He shifts uneasily back and forth, and Nicole has to keep reminding him to sit still. I ask her for the reason and she leans back, grabs his feet and holds them up. This reveals his very red backside, he yells as she jokingly pats his butt. We have to laugh as I do the same and show her that my lap-boy looks alike apart from the additional adornment he has in his butt.

"Did the boys give you trouble in the bathroom? I noticed you had to spank Robby too."

"Nothing I couldn't handle. Seems the boys don't like their enemas too much. And Tobi really dislikes having something shoved up his butt, not like Robby. I mixed up the nozzles and Tobi got the thicker one. But a 10-year-old should be able to take it like a big boy. We are going to work on this problem, right Tobi? He will get a plug each night to get him used to it. And perhaps I did rather overdo it a bit with the volume for him. I really thought 1,5L [50 fl oz US] was not that much.

And I was right; they could hold it, even if they needed some encouragement on their butts and legs not to be so fidgety. But I think I will use a larger quantity for Robby in future. He looked so funny with a tummy like a six month pregnant woman but I think it will be funnier if I go for the nine month look. And then he needed some extra reminders not to beg me when I told him I was going to remove his pathetic straggly pubes. I don't know what his problem is anyway. His little pee-pee looks so much better now, smooth as a baby. And you know how mean kids are. Tobias teased his brother about it so I had to spank him again. Apart from those minor incidents, everything went fine."

I really will have to look at the recording later. It seems likely I will need to talk to Nicole about some things. She mustn't punish Tobi for teasing his brother. He needs to be encouraged to do it to help Robby adapt to his little boy role. And also we need to ensure as much as possible that Robby doesn't get any pleasure from sharing a room with Tobias and certainly never is allowed to see his little brother naked again. I want to frustrate him as much as possible, so he realises his attempt to manipulate me has well and truly failed. It will really teach him a lesson; to be so close to his brother but see nothing. We mustn't tolerate his nasty teenage behaviour any more.

When we finally finished our meal, both boys seem relieved to finally be able to stand up again. It must be a boring experience watching their parents eat and not being allowed to contribute to the talk. Of course this continues after the meal especially not Tobi, who has his dummy in the mouth again. The boys have to clean up the table and the kitchen. Then I decide it's parent's time now, which means bedtime for the boys.

We take our sons by the hand to their room. Nicole insists that Robby uses his potty again while she proceeds to put Tobi into his night gear. The changing table is pulled down, Tobi has to hop up and take his trained position. He doesn't dare to make any trouble, but everyone knows how he dislikes having this audience. Robby and I watched fascinated as Nicole applies cream generously and thoroughly on his butt, his legs and the pre-teen genitals. I have a perfect view but Robby's is poor because of where I placed his potty and I keep moving in front of him to obscure it more

Tobi couldn't help but gets a boner which embarrasses him even more. He winced and whimpered a bit as Nicole not only worked her finger in his anus but inserts a new, bigger plug before she gets his nappy on. The plastic pants follow, then some thick spreader pants. Now she let Tobias down, who has trouble standing straight. He gets a custom-tailored toddler harness on top. She fastened the straps on the chest and on the hips, pulled it tightly, then loops another wide strap between his legs and back to the central connector on his back. She smiles at me with a 'now he is ready for bed look'.

I think this is my clue for opening the cot. Well, it looks like a cot at first glance but it is much more like an oversized incubator. There will not be much space for the kids. It is only 70cm [2'."] wide and 160cm [5'."] long. The thin white mattress had a rubber like waterproof texture and was 80cm [2'."] of the ground but only 40cm [1."] above it was the lid. On the four sides inside the wooden bars and on the top were durable plexiglass screens, so you can easily look in from above.

A bit like Snow White's coffin from the fairy tale. The lid could be opened along with the side panel that faces into the room. I let both kids climb in. Tobi needed some help of course. Then I closed the lid again and locked it shut. They just about had enough room to lie side by side on their backs but there was not much space between them or the side panels, but it was too narrow to stretch out their arms or sit up. Robby could just barely straighten his knees when he lay on his back. I had enough ventilation holes built-in, of course, but it would get warm in there after a while. I imagined in the morning it would be a very sweaty, smelly container especially if Tobi had used his nappy.

Don't judge me, it's what both kids wanted after all. Tobi likes it snug and Robby could cuddle with his sweet darling.

Nicole and I leave the room, switch the light off and head to our bedroom to do what horny parents do when the children can't disturb them any more because they are tucked up in their bed.

Chapter 10
Robby's First Project

On the Sunday of the new rules weekend, dad told me I would m something with him in his workshop. The weekend had been horrible and boring, so I got excited at the idea even though I didn't usually like the idea of doing woodwork. But my excitement didn't last for long.

First, I wasn't allowed to use any exciting stuff like the saw, the little crane I was hanging on before. or even a cordless screwdriver. I had only a workbench with dumb old tools with wooden handles. He just gave me a leather apron, as I was, of course naked, to provide me with a 'little protection', he said. But he told me I would get some proper work clothes soon.

The second reason I did not like it was the first 'project' dad assigned me. It was to disassemble both of my skateboards. I had to unscrew the axels, pull off the grip tape, and sand the boards on both sides. The fantastic motifs faded away. It hurt having to drill two big holes in one board and to saw off one end from both, making them unusable for skating. I had to cut out a paper R, stick it on the bottom of one of the sanded boards and spray it with pink paint. Then I removed the masking R and used blue paint on the exposed board. I had to varnish it with lacquer that I had mixed glitter in before. While it dried, Dad helped me measure and cut four wooden legs. I had to screw them to the other board, then sand, spraypaint it all pink and laquer the legs too. These had to dry too.

"Time for a break. What do you think, Robby? You have done great so far! Drink some water." Then he kissed me, forcing his tongue in deep, gripping my neck and back with his strong arms. I couldn't resist, and I partly enjoyed his loving attention after the way he had been bossing me around all weekend. He pulled down his working pants and pushed my face down.

"Now you can thank your daddy for teaching you all this helpful stuff. Make me happy, and you can have a Cola from the fridge afterwards. Take your time."

I was used to going to Karl on Sundays, and I must admit my day with Daddy had been a lot better than that despite the destruction of my skateboards. I hadn't been allowed to ride them for months, so while I felt sad they would never be used again and for what they had become, days at Karl were much worse, Dad had saved me from servicing Karl and thanking him with a blowjob seemed not that unreasonable in exchange. He even said he was satisfied with my work so far, and I should be proud of that.

Every boy likes to be praised by adults, and I am no different, especially as it rarely happens to me. Now I could show him that I was ready to be on his good side again. So I get to work giving his cock the treatment it wants. I lick his balls, tongue-wash his sweaty, hairy crotch. Then taking his cock in my mouth, slowly back and forth with my lips, giving as much pressure as possible while licking at his glans. I look up at him, and he moans and has a distant look of pure joy on his face. It works. I release the pressure of my lips a bit to slow it down. Letting the whole weight of his heavy cock rest on my tongue, playing with it. Loudly suck on his glans. Then kiss everywhere on his groin.

A bit silly, but it always worked great on Karl, who was the one who had taught me how to do things. I use my hands this time to grip the back of his thighs. So my mouth can kiss harder. So he can enjoy them. I mean it this time. I love my dad at this moment. I hate his rules and restrictions and sometimes even him, but right now, I want to be his good boy. I take both his balls in my mouth with a slight suction and look at him again, smiling.

He smiles back. "I love you too, son."

I feel pure warm pride in my stomach. My pee-pee is rock hard now. Now I want to show him what I am capable of too. How much I want to please him. I take his cock slowly in my mouth and suck it in. I learned that from Karl. It's a little easier with dad as he is not as long as Karl's but broader. I can feel his pubes on my nose and can lick the base of his dick. I slowly pull back, take a breath and go down again. I quicken my pace. Then I feel him cum. He pulls me towards him and pumps his load into me. I hold my breath and swallow. Ten seconds later, he releases me.
"Wow, that was excellent, boy! You deserved your reward."

He hands me a cola and grabs a beer for himself. I enjoy my cold drink but would rather decline the reward. I feel like a cheap whore now, giving a blowjob for a soft drink.

"Go fetch your paddle."

"What?" I didn't expect a punishment.

SLAP SLAP

"Do what I say, now."

"Yes, daddy." I go, crestfallen.

"Wait, did you forget something?"

Again he slaps my face hard.

SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP
"Sorry daddy, may I fetch my paddle now?
"You may. But hurry!"

I run and bring him the hated instrument.

"Thank you. I didn't want to paddle you. I just wanted to get some measurements."

"Oh!"

"Robby, you were a good boy today. Why should I punish you? It would help if you learned to obey me and not think for yourself. But we'll work on that together. It will be so much easier for you if you follow my rules. Now measure the widest point of the handle. Now get the diameter of the hole we drilled in the board. Good, we have to widen it a bit at the sides. Just watch me."

He locks the board into his machine and widens the hole into a slot.

"Now, let's try it again. Much better. Do you see now what we are building?"

"A stand for the paddle?"

"Right, isn't that a much better use for those stupid old boards?"

"Can I speak honestly, daddy?"

"You always should."

"I would have preferred to be able to ride them. I don't like to be paddled."

"Of course not; it wouldn't be a punishment then. But it helps you behave, son, which is much better for you in the long run. And every time you see it, you will be reminded that you chose the right path when you decided to be a good boy for me instead of being a useless skater."

"Yes, daddy, thank you, daddy."

Now, let's finish the stand."

I paint the other board baby blue, then screw it together. It looks totally gay with all the glitter, and I hate it.

"Now go to your room and write your blog. You are going to bed in an hour."

Chapter 11
Lunch At School

I was happy my naked weekend was over. Believe it or not, I was even happy to be in my sandals and shorts and childish colourful underwear now. Alexander told me to meet him at the first break. When I found him, he was with three of his friends. He introduced me to them. "Robby, this is Philip, from my class, say hello!"

"Hi!" I said casually, but Alex made it clear he was not satisfied with my attitude.

"I am sorry, please excuse him. He still has to learn proper manners. Now Robby, listen carefully. This is how you must respectfully greet my friends. 'Hello Philip, I am very pleased to meet you. I am Robby from 8th grade'."

"Hello, Philip, I am very pleased to meet you. I am Robby from 8th grade." I felt a bit stupid.

"Better, but now say it like you are very excited to meet a big boy. Shake hands, stand up properly, and maintain eye contact. Do it again!"

"Hello, Philipp, I am very pleased to meet you. I am Robby from 8th grade."

I try to be extra polite this time and sound excited. And I must admit that I do feel I have a better connection to this boy already for some reason. He has black hair, likes black clothing, has some pimples on his face, and wears braces. Details that I would have overlooked at first, for sure. And even if he acts annoyed, I can see his eyes get a sparkle. He enjoys being addressed with respect. Everyone does. I pay special attention to their reaction when I greet the other two boys, and both seem oddly delighted, too.

"Robby, this is Tom, also from my class."

This boy is a bit fat.

"Hello Tom, I am very pleased to meet you; I am Robby from 8th grade."

Toms's hands are sweaty. But I try not to show that I find it a little icky.

"Robby, this is Linus from 5th grade."

A redhead boy with lots of freckles, a small boy, even smaller than my brother.

"Hello Linus, I am very pleased to meet you; I am Robby from 8th grade."

He smiles cheekily as we shake hands.

"Well done, honey."

Alex kisses me openly and pats my butt. Does everybody assume that we are a couple now? I am not very happy with that thought. I had always tried so hard not to be considered gay. Those times are entirely gone now.

They are talking about their boring physics stuff, and I try to make some comments to be polite and to feel included. After my third attempt, Alexander scolds me, "Robby, I like that you are interested in our topics, and you are welcome to listen, but you shouldn't interrupt when big boys are talking. If I have any interest in knowing about your little boy's opinion, I will ask you."

I frown, "But I am a big boy too!"

"Robby, just look at you. Who is the one in shorts here? Do I have to show my friends what's underneath them?"

"No, Alex, I am sorry."I hurriedly backpedal, wanting to avoid my secret being discovered by these younger boys, one of whom is three years younger.

"I want to see it!" Linus urged, grinning widely again, which I was beginning to dislike.

Of course, Alex saw it was another opportunity for him to show them how much he was in charge of me.

"Little boys should always accept the wishes of older boys, shouldn't they, Robby? Now tell Linus how happy you will be to show him what he wants."

I take a deep breath: "I would gladly show you what is underneath my shorts, Linus."

They take me to an unobserved place around the corner of the building. Alex opens my shorts and pulls them down as if I couldn't do it for myself. They all laugh at my cartoon briefs. Only Philip seems to be uneasy about this situation. Then the briefs are lowered by Alex too.

"He certainly looks like a little boy, indeed! Even if I am younger and smaller, my dick is already bigger," said the 11-year-old Linus, excited.

"Then show us so we can compare," Alex suggests.

The petite redhead hesitated for a second, then proceeded to open the fly of his trousers. He was confident of winning this competition, and he did, by far.

"Who is the little boy among us, Robby?" Alex asks.

"I am," I say meekly, just wanting him to pull my undies and shorts up in case someone else came round the corner.

"Where are your manners, Robby? Answer in a complete sentence, loud and clear. And then apologise for being a silly little boy and promise not to interrupt big boy talk again!"

"I am the little boy. And you are big boys. I am sorry for being a silly little boy. I will never interrupt you again."

The other boys went back to their classes now; the break was nearly over, leaving me with Alexander.

When they were gone, he said, "Good boy Robby, keep up this excellent behaviour, and I won't have to give your dad a bad report today. You know he will punish you if I tell him you misbehaved. Now get dressed and go to your class, sweety. I'll see you at lunch!"

Dad hadn't given me any lunch money, but now I had to go to the cafeteria anyway. Alex beckons me over to his table, where he is sitting with the same three boys. I walked over and went to sit down.

"Robby, you are not allowed to be with us this time. We are talking about big boy stuff. Just wait over there. But pay attention. If I snap my fingers, you come back here immediately.

I stand lonely and hungry by the wall watching all the boys eating their lunches. Everyone here could tell for sure now that I was just Alex's pet now. So I get some strange looks, but no one bothers me.

Then Alex snaps his fingers. I hurry to the table. Alex points at Tom.

Great, now I am their butler too

"What do you need, Tom?"

"Bring me a bag of gummies from the vending machine!" he orders, giving me some coins from his sweaty hand. I rush off to get them.

"Please, here your gummies, Tom."

"Thank you!"

There is an awkward pause, and Alex just looks at me, so I move back to my place against the wall.

I can see them scraping all their leftovers onto one plate and mashing them up. Little Linus even spits in it. Then the three others depart, leaving their trays on the table for me to clear up. Once Alex is sitting on his own, he snaps his fingers again.

"The boys were worried that you hadn't eaten, so left you some scraps from their meals. Be a good boy and eat it all up!"

It was terrible, mostly salad, vegetables, one potato and pieces of stringy chewy meat that every other kid in the lunchroom would have thrown away, mixed with a lumpy sauce and, of course, Linus's special ingredient. But Alexander insists that I eat everything and lick the bowl clean. He fondles my legs under the table while I am doing my best to force the gross gunge down, then takes my hand to his crotch, and I have to massage his erection for a bit.

He whispers, "Can you feel my fat cock? I will fuck your skinny little boy ass with it soon at your place!"

Chapter 12
Naked Houseboy

Hello, guys out there! I hope you are still reading my blog. It is such tedious work now because I have to handwrite it. I asked daddy if I could write less because it takes much longer than typing, but he insisted I do at least two pages every day. He makes me write out any spelling or other mistakes ten times even if I have crossed them out or changed them, so I have to write slowly and carefully. Before, I could just correct things, and no one knew. So although what I have to tell you is embarrassing, I would hate it more if no one was even reading my hard work.

I told you about the new rules for Tobi and me and our new room. Sleeping in the cot is worse than I expected. I miss a pillow or a cover. I woke up after the first night very sweaty. My skin clung to the sticky rubber mattress, so every move was noisy and annoying. I didn't want to wake up my brother, who was sleeping soundly. How cute he looked sucking his dummy. His left leg was positioned over my crotch because of his spreader pants which stretched his legs out. There was a little wet spot on the shiny white material where I had leaked a drop of precum on it. As I wiped it with my hands, I couldn't resist feeling up his cuddly upper thighs. So smooth. I got hard. I didn't want to wake up my brother and risk another punishment by touching my pee-pee. The cameras record all night, and daddy can see what we do. I got punished for touching my pee pee that first weekend. So I stopped it and moved carefully onto my side. To distract me, I raised my head, supported it with my hand and looked above Tobias through the plexiglass and the bars around our new room.

It had only been a week, but I contemplated all the things I couldn't do in my room anymore. Listen to my music or idle on my bed reading a book or comic. I even missed browsing the few websites Karl had still allowed on my laptop. And I missed simple things like going to the bathroom or getting a drink or a snack from the kitchen. Then I see the pink and blue potties on the shelf. It is so embarrassing having to sit on them. I had hoped that it was only going to be that weekend. But it turned out we will have to use them all the time. And I have to empty and clean them both. Once in the morning and again in the evening, mom unlocks the bathroom to let us wash and brush our teeth. The enemas are a daily occurrence now too. And the morning gymnastics in the backyard. We both have to do many more chores now. Tobi gets his tasks from mom, and dad orders me around all day. I do the laundry and have to clean the garage, the workshop and everything in the yard while my brother does kitchen work, vacuuming, dusting and so on. Both mom and dad seem obsessed that we clean our 'kiddie stuff', as they call it, separate from theirs.

Tobias can't use the dishwasher for our bowls and bottles and cutlery; he has to wash and dry them by hand and put them away in the cabinet under the sink out of sight. The same applies to the laundry. I wash the adult clothing in the washing machine, put it in the dryer and fold it all neatly., I have to wash our clothes by hand in a big bowl and hang them on the clothesline in the garden. It's nearly just Tobi's clothes now. His bedwetting training underpants takes forever to get dry.

I have always looked forward to mealtimes as I was always hungry, but they suck now even though I am even hungrier. I have to sit on dad's lap like a toddler, which is humiliating, especially naked. I can often feel his cock get hard. He scolds me and slaps my legs if I don't sit completely still. I can't wait to be allowed to wear clothes again. And what is worse is we get very little food at all, much less than mum used to give us. Some porridge in the morning that has a strange taste, steamed vegetables at lunch and the tasteless shakes at dinner. Yesterday, Dad gave me a tiny piece of his steak and a single teaspoon of his dessert. I was very thankful for it as it was the first nice food I had had all week. We used to have meat and desserts every day before.

It's even worse for Tobi sitting on mom's lap and getting fed by her. He has mittens over his hands so he can't feed himself. He runs around in his baby onesies and the harness all day. Because it's 'parents time' after 6 pm, we are locked in our room then and have to drink our dinner shakes there. Tobi also gets specially secured when he is sitting at his desk.

We have 'Homework Time' after each school day and from midday-2 pm on all school-free days. I assume my parents are taking a nap then. But we kids have to sit at our desks. Tobias gets his ankles attached to his stool with 15cm [6"] chains, so he can't move his legs around much. His wrists are secured with 30cm [12"] chains to the wall in front of him. If he drops a pen or anything else, he needs my help to pick it up. And to make sure he sits upright, the reins of his harness are tied to a hook in the ceiling above him. Tobias is always physically restricted in some way now, but he kind of likes it, strange.

It's a pity that last weekend's 'no clothing rule' no longer applies to my brother. It would have been nice to see him run around with a bare butt. And so, I am the only one naked now. I feel so vulnerable and uncomfortable doing everything naked all the time except when I go to school. We both have to keep the bloody dummies in at homework time, which means we can't talk. We wouldn't have dared to speak because they could see and hear us all the time. I even enjoy going to school more, where I am not monitored so closely. It sucks!

+++++

Richard

Nice to see the boys adapting to their new life! I never thought it would be so easy. Better for Robby that he refrains from masturbating. Good boy. I would have punished him even more severely if he had done it again. Maybe I will give him a second milking day next week if he continues to behave. He is so much more obedient since being kept on edge. After his exercises, I gave him a spanking for soiling his brother's clothes with his precum. I didn't tell him the reason, and because he asked me why I gave him ten more and said to him that he already knew. He is still probably wondering what I punished him for. There were other things for him to feel guilty about, perhaps that he sniffed his brother's clothes like a pervert. That was one of the things he left out. But I made a copy of that lovely little scene and uploaded it in the free section of his blog. But consider premium for the actual good content. Want to watch a night in the cot, or watch Robby getting spanked, or Tobi being changed? It's all in there in HD quality.

And this is just the start; I intend to stop them from using the bathroom altogether. I reckon they are lucky to be allowed to sleep inside. I plan to use the bathroom on the upper floor for myself. I need one anyway for my office. When I got Robby to do his exercises on the concrete space between the house and my workshop, I got the idea.

Why couldn't the kids, I thought, do their business there? I could put up some boards at each end, making a 2m x 4m [6½x13'] area. Maybe partly roofed to keep their stuff dry if it should rain. There is a cold water supply already on the side of the house. All it needs is a drain. A framed hole in the floor with a lid connected to the sewage should be enough. Robby could do it following my instructions. Then they would have an outside kiddie place too. It could house their potties, a washing bowl including the enema kit, toothbrush, towels, and clothing. They could even have a sandbox with toys too. So it would not be too dull.

The lawn and the patio with the jacuzzi would be a parents-only area. Kids could only enter when mowing the lawn or cleaning the deck. Ok, I don't own a jacuzzi yet. But Karl told me that the premium area of Robby's blog and Tobi's Website with added pictures are a hit on the darknet. He's already got enough crypto money from it to pay off Nicole's debt, although we will not tell her. So I will be getting a share of the income from now on, and the Jacuzzi need not remain a dream. I see myself with Nicole in it drinking champagne while the fenced-in kids play in their sandpit, hoping they don't get spanked in the evening.

I have decided not to wait until the school holidays to set Robby to work. I will take him to the paediatrician at the beginning of next week. She will sign him off school for the last few weeks of the summer term.

Chapter 13
Alexander's Visit

Alexander and dad get along splendidly now. I thought daddy didn't like him on the first visit, but mum did, but they have been like two mates ever since. Today on the way home, they talk about school and other stuff while Tobias and I sit tightly buckled in our kiddie seats and, of course have to be quiet unless asked a question which neither of them did. Alex is very amused about the 'no pants in the car' rule, which of course, does not apply to him because he was a big boy, even though he's a year younger than me. As he got in the car, Tobi's shorts lay on the passenger seat. I know my brother. He is timid and unhappy about this stranger having his shorts in his hands and talking with dad about his bedwetter issues. I had taken my shorts off and handed them to Alex before he had let me get in the car.

Dad and Alex stand chatting while we little boys fumble with the buckles of our sandals to get them off, followed by the cleanliness check from mom. When she finishes, she surprises me by letting me keep my briefs on. She dresses Tobias in his baby clothes. Alex came up with dad as he took us up to our room. Alex is so enthusiastic and congratulates daddy on all the changes.

"Wow, you have done a great job getting the boys under control, Mr Merwald. I knew Robby before you, and I can't tell you the difference it has made to him. He is so sweet now. Too bad he is not in my class. I could make sure he doesn't do anything dumb."

"You can call me Richard, Alexander. And I appreciate that you keep an eye on him at school. Robby can't be trusted to be by himself. Would you like some cake downstairs? I want to talk to you. Boys? Do your homework now."

Dad puts the harness on Tobi and tells me to restrain his arms and legs to his desk. Then they leave us alone. I have no clue what they would talk about or if they are watching us. All I can do is sit on this uncomfortable stool and do homework.

"I don't like him," says my brother as I get his wrists and ankles secured. I want to say something positive about Alexander to him, but I can't. I realise now that I can't honestly say I like Alex. But it strangely turns me on being at his mercy.

Alex came back after about an hour, although there is no clock in our room and looked very pleased with himself. He carries some stuff with him.

"Stay seated, Robby! Have you finished your homework? Good boy! Now write 30 lines for me.

"I am a little boy who wears shorts and sandals and has to be respectful and polite to older kids and adults."

He pulls my briefs down and fixes them on my big toes, making me stretch my feet to keep them in place.

"If you lose them, you will have to start over. Your pee-pee is very happy I am here, isn't it darling?"

"Yes, Alexander."

"In the meantime, I will get to know your brother a little better."

He stands behind Tobi now, who can't move much. He caresses his tummy and asks him: What's your name, sweety, and how old are you?"

"I am Tobias, and I'm ten. Please leave me alone!"

"Don't be a spoilsport. I just want to play with you. Are you ticklish?"

Alex tickles his sides, Tobias squirms, "I don't want to play."

"You have to. It seems like you can't escape. And I want to know if your special underwear does what it claims to do. Did you ever piss your pants?"

"No, I don't need the underwear. It only happens at night, sometimes."

"O really, I am a curious boy. Let's find out what happens if you do piss them now. Do it for me."

"Please no, mom will punish me!"

"I will punish you if you don't. I am your new babysitter. Richard is even going to pay me. See this paddle? I would love to try it out on your cute ass first!"

Then he proceeds to tickle him relentlessly for several minutes. Tobi squirms on his stool, wiggles with his bound legs, whining.

"Just let go. Then it's over. Piss your pants for me, Tobias! Maybe I should go for your petite feet?"

He pulls Tobi's socks off and scratches his fingernails along the soles. The 10-year-old struggles wildly against his bounds.

I can hardly concentrate on my writing task and keep my ankles wide, so I don't lose the bloody briefs from my feet. I feel for my brother, but seeing him wriggling is so hot. I am not able to sit still either.

Alex does not let up. After a minute of getting his tender white soles relentlessly scratched, Tobias suddenly spasms, sliding around uncontrolled in his seat.

"Hhhhaaaahh, nghaaahh, huuuhh, nnnnhhh, hahhhhh ……… please stop! I pissed my pants! I did it. Please leave me alone now."

"Good boy. You liked me playing with you so much that you had a cute little kiddie orgasm for me. Now let's get you free. I have to take some measurements of you too. Just as a reference. Did your brother tell you about our little project?"

"No." Tobi is crying now.

A few moments later, he was naked. The soggy underwear lay in his potty. They had done a good job. Nothing had leaked.

Alex measured his height, weight, and pee-pee stats (not stiff ones because the boy had just had a dry orgasm). Also, the circumference of the chest, waist, hip and thighs. Then he shows Tobias the photos he took of me, which is embarrassing for me. Tobias has to take up the same poses as I did, and Alex takes pictures of him too, which is even more embarrassing for Tobi.

I was allowed to get up now for a pic of us both.

"Tobias, little sweety, get your underwear back on and report to your mother! And don't be a sneak and blame it on me. Look at this Facebook site. Do you recognise this boy?"

"Yeah, he is mean to me at school."

"I could send him some of the photos, but I won't because I assume we are friends now. Do you want to be my friend?"

"Yes, Alexander."

"Great, buddy. Friends don't snitch. Go to mommy now and ask her for new undies."

Toby pulls his pissed underwear back on with tears on his face.

"May I go now to mommy?"

"Of course, see you soon!"

"You liked that a lot, didn't you, Robby?" he accused me, grabbing my very hard pee-pee and waggling it about.

"Sort of, Alex," I admit guiltily.

"Too bad you are not allowed to cum. But are you in the mood to give me a blowjob?"

I know I can't decline anyway, so I say, "Why not?"

When I have his cock in my mouth, he tells me, "Your daddy doesn't want me to fuck you yet. But this feels amazing, too. Oh God, Robby."

He didn't last long. At least there was something I had in my control.

After he measured my body stats, again, he had to go.

"Get those lines done! I will call your dad and ask him if you did. See you later, Honey!"

Chapter 14
Like Old Times

Alexander has shot his cum on my shirt again after we did more measurements in the science lab. I can wash the cum out of my shirt but it's still wet. I try to hide the marks by tucking them in my shorts but the wet stain is still visible, even if I pull the shorts right up, showing my briefs. Dad will not be happy about them. But as I walk out the school door, I see Mom's car, not Dad's. She and Tobias are already waiting for me. I am so happy it is not Dad and hugs them both. Mom immediately notices my wet T-shirt and scolds me a bit. But then she says that it's not so bad, she has a change of clothes with her. She opens the trunk, and inside are some of my favourite clothes from the past: the faded wide jeans with the holes in the knees and the trendy rips, the black T-shirt with the fiery red graffiti print. Plus my favourite sneakers and grey brand sports socks. I don't care if someone sees me; I quickly change into the almost forgotten clothes.

"Well, my big boy, you look good! Fancy a little trip into town? Like we used to? Just the three of us? Oh, wait, something is missing…."

She puts the red baseball cap on me, and I make the famous dab dance move that every 10year old loves so much. Tobi laughs and gives me a high five.

"Come on, get in the car, here we go."

I even get to sit in the front. During the ride, she tells me that she has had a serious argument with dad and he had left town for a while, but we were going to have an excellent time together, just the three of us. I didn't know what to make of it. How come I get to wear these clothes again? Why was mum so different, like her old self but better. Who cares? I am just going to enjoy it. Oh, it feels good, unusual, but so so good. I realise this is what I have been wanting. Never mind what Karl and Richard made me say and write, I wanted to be a skateboarding teenager with attitude.

Mom asks if we are hungry, which we brothers enthusiastically affirm, and she heads to our favourite fast-food restaurant. Wearing real shoes for the first time in weeks feels so good. Safer and more sure-footed than with the rickety sandals. The long pants and very long shirt feel good too. No one can see my skinny legs and boyish hips anymore. I always felt so stared at and watched in short, cheap, childish clothes. The food and the sweet soft drink improve my mood even more. We drive to a skate park, and I can use my old skateboard that mom brought. She even encourages me.

"Come on, Robert, show me if you can still do it!"

Skateboarding doesn't feel quite as cool with your mom sitting on a bench watching you, but even that fades into the background after a few seconds on the board. How could I forget this feeling? It's beautiful. I even still have the tricks down pretty well. Tobias wants to try it too, and I show my little brother how it's done. It feels so good as I hold his hand on his first try. He picks it up quickly, and I am happy to see him having so much fun. A buddy from earlier recognises me, and we chat casually. Just normal, like two teenagers. As I sit back down on the bench with Mom and watch Tobi in amusement as he tries, though mostly in vain, to do a simple trick, I have to think of the stupid letter I wrote to Dad. Maybe it can be undone? Maybe Dad and Mom will separate, and Karl have to go to jail? If Karl was gone, then things could go back to how they used to be?

Tobias skates past in just his undies now. He looks so good in them.

He calls me, "Robert! Look at me!"

He tries a jump and falls but is giggling. I lie down over him and tickle his sides.

"Hihihi, not my underwear Robert!" he chortles.

I have the overwhelming urge to pull down his underwear now and show his fleshy white ass to the world, maybe fuck him right here in public. But as I move to get on top of him, someone hits me on the head. What the hell?

I wake up naked and sweating, the pain in my forehead reminds me of what just happened, and I am still angry. But there is no one to blame. I hit my head on the bloody top of the cot as I tried to get up. It was all just a bloody dream. I feel a claustrophobic panic attack rising and flailing wildly with my arms and legs. It's no use. The plexiglass cage proves to be immovable and restricts my movements without emotion of its own. After a few moments of panic and anger, I give up and lay down, panting and agitated.

I would so love to get up and move around, get some fresh cool air, dry myself off with a nice fluffy towel, but I can't. I am trapped in this plastic prison and just have to lay here in the sticky, smelly, humid air.

Tobi, woken up by my movements from his own dreams, get his arms around me and calms me down. We cuddle a bit, then he kisses me and falls asleep again. I feel a bit better but am still disappointed that it was just a dream. How happy I had been for those few moments when I thought I had escaped from my nightmare new life. But the touching of Tobias reminds me of another problem. I have a raging boner. Should I try to jerk off? It could be hours until we are let out of the cot.

There is no clock in our room, and my watch has been taken away as unsuitable for a little boy. By the dim light through the window, I guess it must be very early in the morning. Maybe if I jerk off, I could get some sleep afterwards. I would be punished for sure, but I just can't lay here for hours. So I move my hand and jerk away, just like in the old days. But every time I start getting in tune with some naughty pictures in my mind, some other image overlays it: I see my dad with a disappointed face saying, "Naughty boy, what are you doing there?"

I have to mentally shove this picture away to be able to continue with rubbing my dick to get my load to shoot. But after 30 minutes of ferocious wanking I just had to give up. My pee-pee hurts, and I am still horny and frustrated. I don't know what is wrong with me. It used to be so easy. I used to shoot almost too quickly until I learnt to slow down and stop for a few seconds to make it last. I turn on my side and feel defeated. I will just have to lay here and wait like a good boy.

I must have fallen asleep again because mum wakes me up. I feel sleepy and disoriented as I stand in waiting position while mom frees Tobi from his night gear. She makes me face the other wall, so I cannot watch them. We are yanked into the bathroom and endure a cold water shower. I am fully awake now. She rubs Tobi dry with a towel, but I am sent as I am to see dad in his study, dripping wet. On my way down to him, careful not to slip, I feel guilty and afraid of what will await me there.

Dad makes me stand there for several minutes while he looks at the monitor before him.

"Now, Robby, it seems you did some naughty things last night. What do you have to say?"

"Yes, daddy, I am sorry."

"What did you do?"

"I, Uhm, touched my pee-pee."

"Not just touched it. You wanked it for at least half an hour. What kind of pervert are you? I emptied your balls just the evening before. Should I be worried that you are going to rape your little brother next time?"

"No, daddy, I would never do that," I swear, although the memory of the dream where I was just about to do that before I woke up comes back to me, and I am sure I look guilty.

"If I ever see these movements again when you should be asleep, I will restrain you. Maybe you have too much energy left at bedtime, my fault. In future, I will make sure you will be very tired by the time you go to bed. Now tell me, what should I do with you?"

"You will have to punish me, daddy."

"You see this ruler? It will give your balls a lesson. But you have to beg for it."

He told me what I had to say. I am very scared now because I know this is going to be very painful. I am already really regretting playing with my pee-pee, especially as I had just made myself hornier.

But I pull myself together, kiss the ruler and beg, "Please, may I have my balls smacked?"

Dad doesn't make me wait for long and give my balls a juicy hit with the ruler. I can hear the sound it makes on my still wet balls, but a second later, I am in agony.

"Why are your wanking hands on your tiny dick again? Put them on top of your head, now!"

I do it very reluctantly, but I would much rather try to rub away the pain. When I realise dad is waiting for me to say something, I remember my line

"Thank you for giving my balls a lesson, but I need another one."

"Get these legs wider apart now and don't move this time! Here it comes."

The dumb ruler kisses my balls again. I manage to stand somewhat still, but my hands go down in a reflex, but I get them up again before they reach my genitals.

"Good boy, what should you be saying?"

"Thank you for giving my balls a lesson, but I need another one."

SMACK!

"Aaargh, Thank you for giving my balls a lesson, but I need another one."

SMACK

"Please, Daddy, no more! Thank you for giving my balls a lesson, but I need another one."

"Hold still. You certainly do. Six more to go!

SMACK

"Oh nnnngh, thank you, daddy for giving my balls a lesson, but I need another one."

I nearly faint and have trouble standing. Dad tells me to squat down and present my hands. He fastens some light blue nylon cuffs on my wrists and connects them with a short chain behind my back. Then he puts a similar collar on me and connects my bound wrists to it. My hands are now uncomfortable high on my back.

"Now that we have your naughty hand out of the way, what do you think? Are you ready for your next five ball lessons, or do you need a break?"

"Please, daddy, I need a break. I can't take any more of this. Please, I will be good."

"Ok, Robby since I love you, I will give you a chance to do better in future; I will waive the last five hits. But if you fail to obey me today in the slightest, I will give you the full ten ball-swats right on the spot. How does that sound?"

"Yes, daddy it sounds good. I will be a very good boy for you today!" Of course, it sounds horrible to me, but I couldn't take five more at that moment, and perhaps I can be a good boy today. I am going to really try.

"Fine, but it comes at a cost. You will have to take one more swat now. Beg for it, Robby, ask me to give you a really good one as a reminder to behave."

"Please, daddy, smack my balls really hard this time. I need it to be good for you."

SMACK

"Ouch!" I lose balance and fall over. My collar tightens painfully as I struggle desperately to get up again with my hands up my back.

Back in my squatting position again, I say, "Thank you, daddy for giving me a lesson on my balls."

Dad duckwalks me by my ear into the hallway and lets me kneel in the corner.

"No breakfast for you today! You will think about changing your habits instead!"

"Yes, daddy."

I can see mom and Tobi are already at the table. Dad comes back with a tea towel with something in it.

"You said you would be daddy's obedient boy today? Would you be kind and do something for me?"

I nod eagerly trying to convince him I meant it and to save my little balls which are throbbing away between my spread legs.

You just have to look after my boiled egg for me. Open your mouth wide! Good boy! Remember to keep quiet and hold still until I come back to get my egg."

He pushed it between my teeth and I close my mouth as far as I can without damaging the egg. But within seconds I realise that it's still hot. I let out a muffled scream and try to move the egg in my mouth a bit, trying to let the egg not touch anything in my mouth except the tongue, where it lies in a saliva bath, which protects me somehow from the heat.

Dad wraps the tea towel around my head which blocks my sight and hinders my breathing.

So I have to kneel there, unable to see anything, switching my attention from the pain in my balls, keeping in position and holding the egg in my open mouth behind the cotton mask. I was coping for a while, not sure if the egg was cooling down or I was just adapting to the pain. I even heard my parents talk now and then although only the odd word or to. But all of a sudden, I hear a loud whistle. Dad must have used his whistle standing directly behind me. I jumped and then it happens. I crush the egg in reflex. Crack!

I begin to panic because I realise I have failed my task. I start to cry sure I am going to get my balls destroyed for letting Dad down. As dad lifts the towel from my head I must have looked really sorry to him. He pats my head, "Don't worry son, I know that you were trying to obey me, so I will not punish you for this. Give me the egg!"

I stretch my mouth wide open so he can stick his fingers in and pull the egg from my mouth, peel it and put the shell pieces back in my mouth. He squats beside me and begins to eat the egg.

"How nice of you to provide me with salt too." He swipes the egg under my eyes and licks it.

"Wait for me!" He comes back a few moments later with another egg. "Open wide boy. I need my proteins after I fucked your mother all night long."

This one is bloody hot too, but the shell pieces in my mouth protect me a bit more. The towel is replaced and I start to sweat and it makes my body wet again. It had only dried a short while before. A very unpleasant feeling. After what seems to be an eternity, dad frees my head again from the annoying towel. He takes the undamaged egg from my mouth and I feel relieved and maybe even a little proud. Again he puts the egg-shell in my mouth and I have to eat it, while he eats his boiled egg. I am very thankful when dad finally gives me my bottle with water in it to drink.

He unfastened the chains connecting my cuffs and collar, but I have to wear them for the rest of the day.

"Now it's time for morning sport, Robby!"

I always used to really enjoy sports, but they're not fun if you are hungry and without clothes. And dad doesn't let me slack at all. I think he made me do all the jumping exercises like burpees, jumping jacks and all that stuff on purpose because they made my aching balls swing around painfully. He forces me to duckwalk around the house including the stairs. He walks directly behind me and smacks me with his belt if I slow down. I lose my balance on the stairs and reach for the railing. Dad punishes me instantly by slapping my face hard. He yanks me down by the ears. I have to apologise for touching the rails and this time I have to climb them while carrying my horrible girlie school bag full of water bottles.

When I have completed the circuit I have to repeat it first bunny hopping, then crawling and finally crab walking. All the time carrying my heavy bag. He makes me work continually work for more than an hour. I am totally exhausted at the end, panting and sweating. Dad allows me a short break under another cold shower. Then he fastens me, still dripping wet, in my 'unattended rest position' as he calls it, to make sure I am not able to do something stupid when I am in the adult area of the house. He just snaps the cuffs together behind my back and puts a short chain from my collar to a hook on the wall he has installed in every room. The chain prevents me from standing upright or sitting or kneeling on the floor. All I can do is crouch facing the wall. I feel like a dog. But dad is right, it prevents me from doing anything wrong.

Although I feel knackered after my exercising I soon start to hate my break so I am almost pleased when he comes and releases me. He has a job for me which is to help him clear out my former room. It's hard for me having to empty the room that I decorated myself and made very much my own over the last few years. I have to put anything valuable in cardboard boxes, well what dad considers valuable, so most of my stuff lands right in the trash bags. I help dad to disassemble all my furniture including my bed. He tells me that I wouldn't need any of it for a long time anyway. To emphasise his point, he makes me saw through the legs of the bed before I move everything to his workshop.

As my room is empty now, dad chains me for another break and leaves the room. I just had to wait like that, naked and exhausted, staring at one of my self-painted walls. I start to cry a little because I realise now that my room is no longer my room, it belongs to dad now. I belong to dad now too.

He comes back with painting equipment and starts to mask the walls to protect the floor. I don't even get untied at first. I just crouch there and watch him apart from when he is behind me. I certainly don't dare to say anything.

Only when he has done the whole room does he untie me and teach me to paint the wall with the new dark green colour. Even though I painted the walls before he is very insistent I do it his way. I am still angry with dad for taking over my room but it is not too bad and I enjoy it in a way. It is certainly better than being chained to the wall and when dad teaches me anything, he is patient and kind, sometimes he even compliments me if I do it right. It is 4 pm when we are done painting the room. He watches me as I take my third shower again to get rid of the paint on my skin.

Then I and Tobias are allowed some free time in our room.

Chapter 15
A Visit To The Doctor

Richard

Robby didn't like it at all when I told him that he had a doctor's appointment today but of course, he got dressed in what I told him. He looks very neat today. Shiny black formal T-Bar sandals with white ankle socks, formal white shorts with a narrow black belt, an ironed white shirt with blue, red and yellow cars on it. All the buttons are done up, of course. A tight little white jockstrap underneath.

Nothing that he had worn before. So he would be conscious all day of the feel of new, unfamiliar clothing. Unfamiliar, inconvenient clothing he didn't like. I teased him a bit about the girly look of the shoes and how translucent the shorts were and how they showed the straps of his little jockstrap.

But it has to be. You cant show up like a slob to be the leading doctor in her field in Germany. Celebrities and important people come to her. So I dressed up a bit as well. A nice suit with a tie. Not my style, but it's nice to feel like a gentleman once in a while. I must think of what I will wear at my upcoming wedding soon, but that will have to wait for now.

The medical practice is not always the well-kept secret insider place we were going to, only on Wednesdays. She sees troubled kids on the autistic spectrum on all other days. Wednesday is for her special cases only. Dr Wolf looks unremarkable, a tiny woman in her mid-forties. But she had been at Harvard, worked for an intelligence service, for the US juvenile detention system and as an adviser for private boot camps for kids in China. It costs a fortune to get your children treated by her as a special case and an introduction from someone she knows. Luckily we have Karl as a friend.

For the special cases she only considers the wishes of the parents. The kids just have to obey. A humiliating lesson both of my boys had painfully learnt on their first visit.

The practice premises are a bit pimped up on Wednesdays. I get offered a drink, and at the counter are trays with lovely snacks and bowls of sweets. No patient gets any of the sweets, of course. As I drank a glass of champagne and checked him in, a strict nurse told Robby to strip down to his white jockstrap and led him to one of the playpens against the opposite wall of the waiting area. He had to kneel there facing the wall and drink from a sipping bottle. The last time he got a very painful spanking right in the waiting room, so he fears and obeys the nurses now. She put earphones on his head with music or whatever they play patients. He couldn't see and hear anything except the wall in front of him and what ever noise was coming through the headphones. He learnt last time if he turned his head he got a hard spanking. So he didn't see the girl kneeling in the playpen next to him. She looked a bit familiar, and I get into a conversation with her mother.

It turns out the girl is a big social media star. I had seen her as I looked through Robby's laptop. This girl was on his favourites list. It had all been her mother's idea from the beginning. She managed the girl, but the ungrateful brat, now as a teenager, wanted to quit her career. She had had enough of the endless dancing lessons, beauty treatments, diets and just wanted to ride her horses now. Mommy told me how ridiculous that was, after all the time, effort and money she had invested in her daughter there was no way she was going to let it all go to waste because her daughter wanted to take it easy. She told me openly that she also worked as a dominatrix and left her daughter to do the housework. Not quite the glamourous life I had imagined a U-tube influencer would have. She was here to get her in line and for a treatment that would keep her innocent early teenage look that was so successful.

I wonder what Robby would think about his crush now. What a shame he would miss seeing her.

As we were talking new clients entered the office. Three Arab men in traditional sheikh outfits with an angelic-looking 12-year-old boy. The boy only had a towel around his waist. The men sat down, and the nurses hurried to serve them drinks and snacks. The doctor told me afterwards that these people were so rich they did not consider any rules applied to them. Apparently, it was now the height of fashion to keep a blond white slave in their circles. And this was a very rare occasion he was outside of his owner's home. So the boy stayed with them instead of kneeling in a pen. He quickly lost his towel and stood naked next to his owner, the oldest of the trio. The boy was breathtakingly beautiful, had flawless hairless white skin except for a very red spanked bottom. He wore a very small chastity device on his preteen dick and was chained to his owner by a handcuff. He looked very sad, which made me incredibly horny.

Robby was getting his preliminary check-up right here in the waiting room by now. The nurses took his weight and height, looked with a flashlight into his eyes, checked his heart rate and blood pressure. They took a blood and urine sample, a urethra swab and a prostate check. He did terrifically and behaved, but I could see that all of the samples and probes were painful or embarrassing for him, some both. But he caught the attention of the youngest Arab man.

"Hey boy, come over!"

Robby looks anxiously towards me, and I just nodded to him. Better not to get upset with these people or them with you. Robby was checked out again now. The young Arab went through his hair, looked into his mouth, probed his muscles, fingered his privates and butthole. Then the man put his tongue in my son's mouth, and French kissed him. Then he sent him back into the playpen. I could learn from these people. They certainly knew how slaves should be treated.

The girl came next. She wasn't cooperative and acted a bit bitchy, but the nurses did not put up with this behaviour, so I got to enjoy seeing her slim ass getting mercilessly spanked. Her long hair with dreadlock strands swung around, and the budding tits wobbled nicely. Her genitals must be shaved. She had to have some pubes by now. She also had white skin, so the Arabs checked her out too. She got bitch slapped when she resisted the three men fondling her. The blond boy stood calmly by his owner, looking down. If he got aroused by this scene or not, he couldn't get the slightest bit stiff.

Then the middle-aged man approached the girl's mother. He looked embarrassed as he probably would have preferred to negotiate with a man. But we all could hear that he wanted to buy the girl. Her mother would get €1½ million [$1.7million] instantly transferred and help with all the paperwork. She would marry a nice older man and live with him in one of the emirates. The woman hesitated. She wasn't interested in selling her daughter but was afraid to confront this ultra-rich man too forcefully. The 13-year-old ran to her mom and pleaded with her.

"No, mommy, please don't let them take me! I will do anything you want, I take my medicine, and I promise you to be a good girl." She dropped to her knees and crawled under her mother's skirt and tried to lick her pussy right there. What a slut. Mom pushed her away and slapped her.

"Well, I will keep you, but I want you to get at least 20,000 new followers in the next month."

"I will do it, I promise. I will work really hard. Please, mom!"

The woman talked very politely to the man but declined his offer. But she took his business card and let her girl see her do it.

I wonder if he might be interested in Tobias. He is younger and better looking than Robby, so maybe I could get a million for him? I got rock hard thinking about Tobias getting lost in some filthily wealthy family in a desert home.

At that moment a whole family came out of the doctor's office. Mrs Wolf said goodbye to them and called the sheikhs to go in next.

Of course, they wouldn't have to wait. I wasn't angry about it. I was being thoroughly entertained here and was happy to wait a bit longer. I just accepted another glass of champagne and some canapes as the girl was taken back to her playpen next to Robby's who was back sucking on the sippy bottle, staring at the wall with his headphones on

The father of the family I thought looked strangely familiar. The mother of the influencer girl whispered to me: "That's …, the soccer player with his model wife and his two sons."

Oh, wow, now I recognise him. His sons are very differently clothed, a cheerful black 12-year-old in his football kit and his white brother of the same age, dressed as a baby. A thick nappy, a onesie with the branding of dad's soccer club on it. A dummy in his mouth and a collar with a label that said 'Loser'". His hands were bound to the ridiculous baby harness and stuck in mittens. This boy didn't look so cheerful, of course.

"He hadn't met the high expectations of his dad to become a top soccer player, so they punished him for it and adopted a more natural talent instead," my informant explained to me.

The father, who always looks so kind on TV, settled their bill, cool and calm as if he was paying his gas bill or something while his son was strapping his stepbrother into the oversized stroller before helping himself to some sweets from the desk.

I understand why the children of celebrities always look so well raised.

Eventually, it was Robby's turn. He looks a bit disoriented. Dr Wolf told me that was normal.

"The kids are listening to white noise and some subliminal 'encouragement' messages. They can make them a bit dozy. Robby's blood values look good, but I am worried I can't see any progress in his growth. Let me take a closer look. Hop on the table, Robby!"

Robby lies with his back on the gynaecologist chair, and his ankles are buckled in the stirrups, stretching his legs wide and up into the air. She feels his testicles.

"Ok, still not good. Did you let him masturbate much?"

"No, I prevented him as much as I can as you said."

"Great, keep it that way. Robby, I told you before, if you touch your underdeveloped penis too much, your body thinks it doesn't need to grow anymore. But there are other places to stimulate. I'll show you where."

The female doctor got two ice cubes from a small fridge and played with the flat nipples of my petite 14-year-old.

"The nipples of a young boy are very shy. You have to train them regularly to become more prominent and useable. Feels good already, Robby? No, take your hands away. The growth hormones will only be produced when someone else is stimulating you."

What bullshit, haha. But Robby can't look that up for himself on the Internet anymore.

She let me take over working on his tits. I did this with him before in my car, and it was fun. He squirms and whines.

"Let me restrain his hands for now. No worry Robby, you will get used to it in no time. Mr Merwald, you should do this nipple workout daily for a while for at least 10minutes at a time. And work hard on it. Otherwise, it will not work. See, how his penis reacts to it. An even better method to get his hormones flowing is prostate stimulation. The nurses told me that the prostate of your boy is way too small for his age. I have a particular device that can do the trick."

I have to smile as I see it's a regular penis-shaped vibrator with a bit of a bend in it.

She lubricates it a little bit and shoves it into the anus of my boy. Robby moans as she gets it on.

"Look, Mr Merwald. This has to be done daily too, at least 15 minutes. And always set it on the highest setting. You can combine both stimulations. It requires some skill. You can switch between both nipples. You will see he will get his first orgasm soon. He will be much more sensitive after. But don't slow down then and do not stop until he reaches a second one. There it comes. Good boy. Don't be embarrassed. We are here to help you."

"Ouch, it hurts, please stop!" the boy begged, with some tears leaking from his eyes.

But we don't stop until he reaches a second orgasm without ever touching his dick. Even after we stop stimulating him, he just lays there twitching.

"See he already misses your touch. Go ahead and kiss him. A good daddy kiss will do wonders now for bonding with him. You can massage his limp penis a bit now if you want. Fine, Robby, you did great. Stand up and let me talk to your dad for a moment. Go see the nurse who will give you your hormone shot.

"Did you see how little semen he produces now? The hormones are beginning to work as intended. If things go well, he will soon be having only dry orgasms. But you wanted to talk about other medication?"

"Yes, Dr Wolf. I saw the blond boy with the chastity device in the waiting room. He looked so sad. I liked that. My boy has too much of a happy nature for my taste. I suspect it is due to the medication?"

"Yes, the boy with no name as we call him here. They just call him 'slave' in their language. He is adorable. Unfortunately, he doesn't visit us very often. But Robby could take the same medication if you want. We can stop the present medication right now, and after a few days, he can start the new one. But be aware that will make him very sensitive, physically and emotionally. And he will be able to get genital orgasms again. Very often. Sometimes even from just too-tight clothes. He won't get much satisfaction from them but still some even though the chemicals are still blocked. The boy you saw got his chastity cage for that very reason. I can provide you with one if you want. We produce tailored ones for our clients, but you can have a small standard device for a start while his custom one is manufactured. By the way: as long as you are giving him the tit treatment, avoid giving him too tight synthetic tops.

"I would highly recommend a daily cuddling hour with him. You can watch TV during it if it bores you. This will bond him much closer to you. It's best if you combine it with giving him a daily spanking, too, until he cries. That will help a lot. You have to closely monitor him for the first few weeks and make sure he is doing everything the way you want him to. It will end in disaster if in this emotionally unstable state he is allowed to decide things for himself. After a while, it sinks in that he will not be free ever again and he will enter the beautiful, sad stage you witnessed in the other boy."

"Sounds excellent because I was going to ask you to give me a doctor's note so I can take him out of school for a while?"

"Sure no problem. I think you better come back again next week. We can start the new medication and pick up his new tailored cage. We should check his brother then too, so bring him both."

Chapter 16
Shopping with Robby

Richard

Robby was very docile when we left the office. He had made a little fuss after his shot about being dressed in his nice clothes by a young, attractive female nurse. The nurse didn't stand for that, stripped him again, including the jockstrap. He was getting a severe spanking from her in front of the waiting room audience when I came out. She asked if I was in a rush to get away but I told her to take her time I was happy to wait as she was taking care of my son so well. He was already crying loudly by now, promising the nurse that he would let her dress him now without struggling. But she continued to punish his buttocks and thighs stretching his legs apart and slapping the insides of both legs almost down to this knees. When she was finally satisfied with his punishment he had to apologise to all people in the waiting room. He looked so young, wriggling and shaking with his thin red legs and little shrivelled pee-pee. It was only after he had said his sobbing sorries over and over again she dressed him in his clothes and brought him over to me

I took him by his hand, and he accepted it like a good boy. On his other arm was a colourful plaster, where they had taken his blood sample and in the hand he held a very transparent white plastic bag with his new vibrator and chastity cage in it.

I took him for a nice long walk through the city. He struggled with the uncomfortable sandals but didn't say anything as I dragged him along. Very satisfactory. I stopped at a street cafe and enjoyed a nice latte macchiato and a piece of cake. He stood next to me and got nothing, of course. I still had his shake in my bag, and I didn't want to spoil the kid. I fondled his nice skinny but now very red and sore thighs and could understand now Alexander's request to let him lose some more weight, until he was just on the verge of being malnourished. He is so much easier to handle now. I asked him if he wanted the crumbs. He got excited, so I licked my fingers and pressed them into the few fragments and he licked them clean. I then wiped a finger over the smear of the cream that had been left which he also dutifully cleaned. I think it is a good idea to give little reminders to Robby of the taste of good things at times. I took him to the cafe toilet and while I washed my hands, he locked himself in the stall to drink his shake. I told him he couldn't do it openly because the restaurant staff don't like it when outside food is brought in.

Now I felt in the mood for a good foot massage. There was a beauty parlour nearby. There were mostly women there, but why can't a man enjoy a good pedicure too? In the meantime, Robby got his own beauty treatment. I smiled as I heard his cute high-pitched cries as he got his ears pierced. The hormone therapy has already influenced his voice too. I gave the nice ladies the lovely ear studs Alex had bought him. Big pink crystal ones. They were made from cheap glass, but Robby doesn't have to know that. He will write a Thank You letter to Alex for the lovely present.

He got new blond streaks in his hair too.

"I don't like it, Daddy. It looks so gay."

"Yes, you look gay! But I like it. And I have no problem with you being a little cocksucker. Times have changed. Boys like you are being accepted now."

I take out my cellphone and take pictures of his outfit and face. And post it in our group and also send them to Alex.

Bing! Moments later, I got an answer from Alex.

"Oh! Alex thinks you look fabulous!"

"Really?" He tries to look at the screen.

SLAP!

I had to remind him of the 'no screen' rule. It must be hard for him not to have access to the Internet anymore. Knowing that there is all this information about him, but he will never know exactly what or with whom I share it, let alone be able to participate. Although he has to still do most of the work he no longer has any control. My son is manipulating no one anymore.

"Now get my shoes and help your daddy put them back on. We have to do one more thing today!"

Another walk through the city. We stop for a while watching some boys his age doing their stupid skating tricks in the pedestrian street, jumping over obstacles, down some stairs and sliding along the rails of the stairs. He looks very sad, and I ask him which boy he finds most attractive and why. Which clothes did he like on the boys? And then I suggested he should show them a picture and ask them what they thought of the paddle stand he had built from his skateboards. Robby got very nervous. But I didn't really have time for such nonsense, so after he was begging me not to make him and was almost in tears again I pulled him away.

We ended up eventually at the same second-hand shop we bought his sports clothes from a couple weeks ago. The owner was pleased to see us again. When I told him what we needed today, he led us back to his warehouse behind the shop. I told Robby to strip. Then he had to try on lots of thick knee-length socks. I chose the two most scratchy woollen ones. This would be enough for the summer because he will wear each pair for at least six weeks without washing. The friendly Vietnamese man then brought us a selection of work pants. I choose some bright red dungarees. I adjusted the braces tightly so they really pulled on his crotch when standing. I made Robby crouch down, and I saw from his grimaced face that these dungarees were going to be perfect for him. They were used and had some indefinable stains on them. But the material was firm and coarse and would last a very long time however rough the use they got. He would never wash them. they were only work clothes. I would get Nicole to shorten the legs, so he would show off all his thighs.

Next, I explained I was looking for working sweaters. I was not satisfied with the first selection and asked the salesman for more worn-out ones. He chuckled and got some from a dumpster bin with clothes he had decided he would never sell. They were too big for the boy but had the shabby, filthy appearance I was looking for. Well, I supposed he could roll up the sleeves. He would wear them under the dungarees and not wash them very often if at all. The last things he got were some sturdy work shoes.

I let Robby strip the clothes off and put them away in bags. Then I allowed him to pull his jockstrap on.

"That's good, Robby, now we have a proper work outfit for you when you help me in the workshop. I have to do some errands on my own now. Let us meet at my car in one hour. Do you remember where I parked? You will keep the friendly man company in the meantime. He has said he will give us all the clothes for free, so be very nice to him. I told him that you are a cocksucker and that he could spank you if you don't behave. You will also need some clothes to wear when you make your way back. I am sure he will find something nice for you. Don't make such a pouty face. You will see your daddy again in one or two hours."

Then I left them alone. It couldn't hurt the boy to learn some socialising skills.

I spent nearly two hours doing my shopping. I took the opportunity to go and have a look for my wedding suit. I went to a lot of shops and tried on any number of suits. I didn't make a final decision but did get a better idea of what I wanted., I went back to my car and dropped off my few purchases. I had half expected to see the boy waiting for me but assumed the storekeeper was taking full advantage of my generosity. There was an Italian restaurant nearby, and I thought after my efforts I deserved a treat so ordered a giant pizza and a beer. I sat at a window table overlooking where I had parked my car and waited for my son to arrive. It didn't take long. I was not even halfway through the pizza as the boy rushed up to my car. I could see from that distance that he was panting and sweating hard. He must have run the whole way back with the two heavy bags? He seemed to be relieved that he was there before me. Perhaps he had been scared that he would be in trouble if he kept me waiting or even that I might have gone home without him. But now he had to wait there for me, not knowing for how long. My car was the only one in the street, and he could not hide from the people in the crowded street. Why should he want to hide anyway? He looked sweet in the new outfit the Vietnamese man had put him in. I considered inviting the man to the messenger group. Robby was a ballet boy with a tight white leotard, black dancing shorts, and ballet slippers. Nothing else. I decided I would take a picture of him when I had finished my meal and send it to Alexander and Karl. I am sure they will love it. But I was in no rush so I took my time and finished my excellent pizza and even had a second beer.

When I had paid I approached the car and noted that Robby was still holding the bags in his hands. Maybe I should give him a small reward for not putting them down in the dirt. He remembered to take off the tight black shorts after putting the bags in the trunk. I can see that he is no longer wearing any underwear anymore, only the transparent leotard. And I could see he had got another spanking. I could even see new red hand imprints on his previously reddened legs. I will certainly have to contact the owner again now for sure. I sent Robby to pay the parking fee at the ticket vending machine about 150 m [500'] away. Very amusing seeing him fumbling with the coins, visibly embarrassed about his outfit. I didn't give him enough change the first time, so he came back with a red face apologising that he could not pay our ticket. I gave him some more change and he went back to the machine attracting quite a lot of attention and some comments from a couple of teenagers. He was bright red and so relieved when he successfully paid for the parking and could finally enter the car. I assume he will not be complaining about staying home for a while.

Chapter 17
New Rules

I have some good and some bad news. The good news is that I get the chance to see my brother naked again since I am responsible for taking his nappy off in the morning. Don't worry guys, I know you'd rather hear about bad things happening to me. You think I don't deserve to have good things because they spoil me and divert me from my way to being a good boy. You should consider two things: First, it's pathetic that the highlight of the week of a 14 old boy is changing the nappy of his brother. My life should be more exciting. But I am not ready to have a life like other boys my age. Dad says that I have to learn some basic lessons before that I missed out on in my old life without a dad. And secondly, there are some caveats to my enjoyment. I will tell you more soon.

The bad news is that I am not going to school for the rest of this term and will work for my dad. Although I told you about the first project and said I had even enjoyed it a bit and how things at school with Alexander had got worse but I didn't want to be a full-time woodworker. Dad has been much stricter and makes me work really hard. There have been no more Colas or any other rewards for good work. Just lots of the use of my paddle and other punishments. I have to wear those horrible scratchy dirty old work clothes we got from the Vietnamese man whom I had to thank like a real boy whore. Even though I gave him a great blowjob he still spanked me really hard and long so I was worried dad would have gone home and left me in those stupid ballet clothes the man gave me to wear. And I still have to do school work which Alexander sets for me. Apparently, I will be going back to school after the summer holidays. That's eight weeks and I suspect they will not be any fun for me.

Dad has set up a schedule and rules for this period.

Our cot unlocks at 5 am with loud music, and we have to get out immediately. I don't like to get up so early. I am not a morning person. I mustn't touch the floor with my feet but slip directly in my 'house sandals'. Very chunky ones that make annoying clattering noises with every step. I have to buckle them closed, using the hole in the strap dad has marked. So they are nice and tight as he likes them. Once I got up, doing some stretching before I put the sandals on. He of course saw it on the video and so I had to wear them the next night in the cot too.

The sandals without socks and the jockstrap are the only clothes I am allowed at home now during the day.

I take off my only sleepwear, a short childish pyjama top that doesn't even reach down to my belly button and has no sleeves and put it in the cot and close the lid shut. I would rather let the cot air and dry out for an hour so that it would be not so smelly and sticky in the evening. Since Tobi is only allowed to use his potty once in the morning now, our cot stinks after his piss-soggy nap. I avoid taking farts in there because they seem to linger forever. The last time the lid was not closed at 5:02 am, the annoying music for toddlers had started at 4:30 am the following day and mum made us put our used potties in there all day so it was terrible when we went to bed that evening. Airing the cot wouldn't even really help that much anyway because our entire room always smells of piss and baby oil now. We cant open the window by ourselves and dad says too much ventilation is unhealthy. He dislikes open windows and doors in general so the whole house is kind of sticky. It's worse in his workshop. It has a very strong smell of all that wood, solvents and paint and of course him. But daddy knows best. A mantra that I can't get out of my head lately.

I used to piss after getting up in my old life. Now I have to hold it in. We can only use the potties if an adult is watching us, which will not happen before 7 am when mom wakes up.

After I close the lid, I fold down the changing table and help my brother out of his nightgear. I unlock the harness to help him out of his romper and the spreader pants and lock the top part of the harness back on. I let him hop on the table and fasten him to the wall so he can't get up by himself anymore. His hands are still in his mittens and I secure them with Velcro ankle straps over his head. He likes it that way. Once I asked him if I should leave off the restraints and he shook his head. That's the way we communicate most of the time now. I do the talking and he nods or shakes his head. He has his dummy in his mouth most of the time now and that means no talking. During 'learning time', I have to put in my dummy too, so we can't distract each other by talking.

I miss Tobi's silly chattering now, even if it was annoying sometimes.

But I like to restrain him too. And now we come to the disadvantages that dampen my enjoyment a lot. I wear a cage for my pee-pee now most of the day and every night. It feels bizarre. As if someone has a firm grip on my privates all the time. But other than that I can feel nothing as if my genitals have been replaced with a piece of plastic. It hurts a bit when my pee-pee tries to get stiff. But the frustrating helpless feeling is worse than just not being allowed to masturbate. I learned to even like always being horny to an extent, but not being able to get stiff denies me that joy too. It certainly is easier for me now to keep with the no masturbation rule. It was getting so bad I had thought about asking dad to restrain me at night as well to stop me from touching my pee-pee and getting punished but there is no need now.

I have to use rough cleaning gloves for the next steps, which makes them less enjoyable for both of us. His knees are bent and his sweet feet stand wide apart on the edge of the changing table. I massage his nappy a bit through the transparent light blue plastic pants.

"Are you wet again little Tobi? Did you do your pee in your nappies like a baby? I bet you have a stiffy right now, am I right Tobias?" I tease him.

He blushes and nods a bit.

"Such a naughty baby boy! You really need your nappy. Now push your fat baby butt in the air, as much as you can. A little bit more. I know you can do it. Good baby."

He gets even redder now, I assume partly from the extra effort. He pushes on his tiptoes to get his waist even higher for me. It is not necessary, of course. But I like the beautiful strain on his legs. I feel the muscles for a while. it would be much better without the gloves, but still. I pull the plastic pants slowly down to his knees and let Tobi raise one leg after another to take them off. He must hold his position on a single foot for a while and I do not allow him to slack. He is obedient because he doesn't want to risk his little reward. Now I unfasten the nappy, fold it and put it to the side. I have to wait to throw the nappies away and clean the plastic pants until mom had checked them.

My brother's little pee-pee stretches boldly towards me. I get jealous because he is the same size as me already and he can still have boners, while I am painfully denied a stiffie all the time like right at this moment. I push him down and raise one delicate ankle after the other over his head into the same restraints as his wrists already are.

He is so flexible. His boner points to his navel now and his butt is presenting itself obscenely to me. Too bad I can't play with his asshole, I would really like to fingerfuck him as mom does. A thick buttplug prevents me from entering. I play with it for a minute, pushing it in and out.

Tobias whines, but he remains rock hard. He better start to like it because this ass is begging to be fucked and I know Karl. I clean him with wet wipes and pay special attention to the tip of his pee-pee, being not too gentle. I like seeing him squirm. His privates get a layer of creme on them now. I would like to edge him for half an hour but we don't have much time. Many chores lay ahead of us. So I give him a quick rub to a dry orgasm and let him free He hugs me. I take his mittens off now. The only time of day Tobias runs around naked and without restriction except for the dummy, is in the morning.

We do our morning exercises and cleaning duties for the next two hours.

The whole time the kiddie radio station with the annoying happy sing-along songs is playing around the house from 5 until 7:30 am when mom turns it off finally. I have begun to appreciate the oldies that are played without end in dad's workshop.

When mom arrives, Tobi has to make her a coffee first, only after she is done with it, she lets us sit on the potties in our room. I have to go really bad now but this routine marks possibly the lowest point in my day.

We have to beg like this, "Mommy, may I please use my potty now? I have to do number one and number two."

Mom makes Tobi bend over and pulls his plug out. The plug lands in his blue plastic potty. Then we may sit on them. But only after endless nagging and correcting our posture by her and when she considers we are truly begging to be allowed to go does she give us permission to start pissing. Pissing only. I can see Tobi getting nervous because he has to shit really bad now. It's his only opportunity of the day. Sometimes we get enemas before bedtime but not always. So we have to ask her nicely again if we could start to make number two now. She makes demeaning comments about little boys needing potty training and stuff.

"I am done now, mommy. May I get up now?" Mom takes hold of my cage with two fingers and taps the plastic cage against the front of the potty. Very humiliating if this produces piss drops again.

"Now you are done. Now start wiping." I waddle with the jockstrap around my ankles to the shelf across the room to get the package of wet wipes and using them. I did ask once if they could be nearer the potty but dad said little boys didn't decide where things went in their room and then the package disappeared for two days. I show each of them to mom until she is satisfied it is clean. Then I go to Tobi and clean his butt too.

Mum dresses Tobi now while I have to take both potties, his plug and his plastic pants from last night out of the room and down outside. Dad made me build a sort of drain toilet in the space between the house and his workshop and make a lid for it. It was a horrible job as I had to connect it to the sewer pipe which really stunk and was filthy. Scrambling around down there made my work clothes smell much much worse. I can still smell it now when I am wearing them. There was already a tap on the outside of the house there so after I empty the potties I have to wash everything.

By the time I am done, the family are already having their breakfast. I have to show mom the clean potties and the plug. If they are not clean enough, I have to eat from the potty. This happened a couple of times before, so I clean them very carefully now. I have to present her the cleaned up plug too and prove that it's clean by licking it.

Tobias when he isn't going to school is always fully dressed in his toddler gear at breakfast. Bedwetter underpants, plastic pants. A blue baby onesie with teddy bears that mom tailored for him which is buttoned up over the crotch. Then red tights come over it and are pulled up over the hips. The harness comes next to hold everything tightly together. He wears childish sandals and baby mittens. He has nylon cuffs on his ankles and wrists. The ankles are joined together with a 30cm [12"] chain so he can't run. Often mom connects his ankles to the harness, so he can't even walk. She makes a lot of fun of him forcing the 10-year-old to crawl around after her.

I don't know what they do all day because I am busy in the workshop. After breakfast, I go to the side entrance of the house, put my work clothes on and wait for dad to let me into the workshop. I try to avoid touching the floor with my bare feet when I change from sandals into kneesocks and boots. I don't want to sleep in my dirty boots next time. I take the waiting position, of course. Hands behind head, feet wide, looking at the wall. Sometimes I have to wait an hour or so until dad is finally ready to work. But the self-made paddle that stands right beside me reminds me to behave. I hate myself for turning two perfectly fine skateboards in this faggy looking stand. He even made me paint the paddle itself. One side says: 'Naughty little skater boy' and the other 'Robby loves daddy'. With a big red heart.

Richard

I love having Robby in my workshop. He isn't much help yet, but he is bright and learns fast. And it's nice to have some company that does not contradict me, or make a mess in my workshop. With just some slaps as reminders, he has learnt by now to keep his workplace clean and tidy and to keep my space clean too. He knows the things he is not allowed to touch not to get in my way and to do things exactly the way I tell him. He is learning not to be in a bad mood, not to pout or sulk. He doesn't complain anymore even when doing the most menial tasks like sorting the screws, or oiling and cleaning the massive amount of hinges I own. At 2 pm we have a break. As it is summer I usually sit with a cold beer on the sunny terrace and Robby is a good boy taking off his poor dad's boots and socks and massaging my steamy feet for a while. I make sure he gets plenty of good sniffs of them too. The doctor told me how important my body odour is for bonding with my son. I give him a new pyjama top to wear in the cot after I have used it for a couple of days to rub my sweat off before I shower, especially between the legs.

Then he either can stay outside and do yard work still wearing the work clothes I got him for free or he can give me a nice blowjob which means we go inside and he can change into his house clothes. I let him decide if he wants more work or wants to give his daddy pleasure.. He is always sweating heavily by now and apart from the first day I gave him the choice he always chooses to do the blowjob. After he has satisfied me properly and thanked me for I send him to his room to do his 'learning time'. Alexander is so kind and helpfully provides both my sons with loads of study and homework. Mostly science subjects, to Robby's dislike. Alexander loved the handwritten thank-you-letter he got about his ear studs. I made Robby write in detail how much he loved them, how he hoped they made him look good enough for him. How much more mature and smarter Alexander is and how happy he is to have him as a boyfriend.

This inspired me to make him write more love letters. I always rejected his first drafts because they were not romantic, sentimental and gay enough. I will give you an example:

He decorated it with red hearts and rainbows. Sweet. I will let him have his little love affair with a boy his own age for a while. He should be grateful for as long as I let it last. It will be very much an exception.

I talked with Karl and agreed with him that it would be a waste of the skills he learned to not use them. I know I give him the sex he really needs but why not share him. Some guys have already registered for a real live meeting with him but if there are others of you make sure you send in your details. Karl is starting to go through the applications at the moment. We have agreed that the men we want for Robby have to be experienced, so he can learn from them. So please no one under the age of 50. You could be a lot older too as long as you are still sexually active. We don't want any to be too attractive so Robby can learn to appreciate the character more than looks. And we need a commitment that you will not spoil him too much at yourr meeting.

So if you fit the bill, please connect with Karl. To provide Robby with the wisdom of many different lifestyles and cultures, men with lower incomes will get a big discount. We can provide a variety of outfits for Robby, just tell us what you would like some days in advance. You get a whole day with him, morning to evening. You could take him to the opera, go fishing, let him clean your home or just stay in bed with him all day, it's your choice. The money he earns will be used for his college fund. No, I was kidding. Robby will not attend college, of course. He is too much of a little smartass already.

After 'Parent Time' we now let the kids out of their room for a bit and do some cuddling time before putting them to bed as the doctor recommended. I was a bit sceptical at first, but I really enjoy it now. Nicole and I sit on the couch in our underwear. Cuddle time works best with as much skin to skin contact as possible apparently. Robby sits on my lap facing me. He clings to me like a baby monkey, arms around my neck, legs around my waist. He is not allowed to let go. It is working very well. I feel a better connection already. I like to feel him up, lick his ears his nose, kissing him from time to time. He does the same, and I let him lick my neck, my nipples and my armpits. I want him to inhale as much of my body odour as possible. I want to do this right, so I don't shower after work.

I use in-ear headphones, so I can enjoy a movie or TV without having to care if the content is suitable for the kids. During commercial breaks, I work on his nipples or stimulate his ass with the vibrator. So cute when getting his tender nipples pinched he squeaks like a pig. And embarrassing him by forcing multiple orgasms despite his dickie-cage is fun. He leaks a lot of precum during our session and I feed it back to him. If I have to piss, I just stand up and use a beer glass. I am aware that he drank Karl's piss before, so why not mine? I let him decide if he wants my piss. If he is a good boy and drinks at least half a glass, then I take his cage off during cuddling time and he can rub his dick on me. He made a disgusted face and declined the first time. But the very next day he asked me if he may have some of my piss. Such a pervert!

Nicole has fun with Tobias too. She is training him to be her pussylicker. She also feeds him baby food with a spoon but smears most of it all over his face, which annoys Tobi a lot.

Karl is going to start his training next week. I bet Tobias will happily go back to mom after those sessions.

At 9 pm is bedtime for the kids. But I know they won't go to sleep yet so we leave the light on and let them hear the kiddie radio station for an hour.

Chapter 18
Yardwork

After another uncomfortable night in the cot, mom finally came into the room at 8:30 am. We were both absolutely desperate by then to use our potties and luckily she drank her coffee quite quickly and didn't make us wait as long as usual. Certainly, our begging was very real right from the start. I was sent to take a cold shower while she dressed Tobias. Being a Sunday he was not happy with her choice of clothing. Kiddie sandals, cartoon underwear, transparent blue tights and a striped vest. I kind of like it because it shows off his fat butt well but I would much rather see him running around naked. Hopefully, I will get a chance for this one day again. I was not allowed any clothes and had to go and do my cleaning duties.

Today Tobi had done a lot so I could see his turds floating in the blue potty. I always go very carefully so as not to spill any. I did spill a splash of piss once and mom went mad and rubbed my nose on the ground. The next day she came down with me and made me stand over the drain and she poured both potties over me. She then made me clean the mess up with my hands and then wash everything before finally attaching the hose to the tap out there and sprayed me down, telling me I better not make a mess in her house again with our waste. I hate to think what she would do if I spill one of Tobi's turds.

I have to confess in the old days I used to quite enjoy going to the toilet, dawdling with my smartphone. Those days are clearly over now. Now everything about it is horrible. No privacy and having to deal with all mine and Tobi's mess.

When I have finished cleaning everything dad is still not up so mum decides we should do some more exercises while she goes back to bed.

It turns out the morning exercise we had to follow are just three 15min clips from the internet, compiled together and played on loop on the TV in the living room. Made for stupid kindergarteners to animate them to move their lazy, spoiled asses.

The first one is about a 'jungle adventure' including jumping over 'obstacles', swimming across a river, 'escaping the crocodiles' where we have to make 'swimming' moves on the floor, sneaking up on some animals on all fours, including imitating some wild animals, elephants stomping, birds swinging with the wings… you get the idea.

The next one is about silly dance moves that might be 'cool' to 5-year-olds. The last one is the worst, with lots of animals in a 'farm" scenario combined with stupid songs. Mom hadn't said anything about singing along, fortunately, but I will probably hear these earworms all day now. The animals we have to imitate are frogs, ducks, cats, dogs ( they lay on their backs getting their belly rubbed for some reason), horses, bees, rabbits, earthworms and goldfishes, every one with his own noise, yes even the last two. We imitate the noises because it's more fun this way; we are still kids, after all. This series repeats three times before mom comes and tells us to help with breakfast.

Dad has also appeared, smirking mischievously, with our bowls in his hands.

'I made you some fruit loops since it's Sunday. A bit of variety can't hurt boys, can it?"

'Thanks, dad."

But my excitement was curbed when I started to eat it. The cereal tasted weird.

I tell dad that, and he laughs, "I added some piss in it. Isn't it funny? You are eating daddy's special fruit loops. Better appreciate it; it's all you are going to get until dinner Robby."

"But dad!" I get slapped on the ears for that.

"Just eat your breakfast, don't worry about it too much; I am sure it won't taste that bad if you keep chewing. Don't make such a fuss look Tobias has started munching it; it cant be so bad."

And he was right; after a while, the sweetness of the colourful cereals did partially mask the bitter aftertaste. I even got a second serving of loops, which tasted much better because they were not soaked in the liquid.

"And do I hear an apology from you?" asked dad when we all were done eating.

I say what I know he wants to hear: "I am sorry, daddy, your special fruit loops were delicious. Thank you, daddy."

"You're welcome. Now hurry up, and clear the table. After you are done, both of you will wait outside for me for a little boy fun activity. Put these briefs on Robby before you leave the house."

We do as he says and then go outside. The sun is shining outside; it will be a hot day. It's nice to get some fresh air. But before I got too relaxed, I remember to take the waiting position. Facing the wall, legs spread, hands behind the head. I give Tobi a hint to copy me. My life is so different now. His weeks of training me are working. No more idling around outdoors; I have a purpose now. I am here because Dad wants me to be here. I can't do anything on my own, not even look around. I would feel sad, but all I can think of is not making daddy mad at me. Remembering all his rules, guessing what he will want us to do next. Being ready for the moment, he comes out of the door. I hate myself for thinking about such things.

He arrives eventually and tells us casually to follow him to the garage. He opens the door, get two buckets out of it and closes it again. I risk a look and see they contain coloured chalk.

"Do you see the paving stones going from here down the drive? I want you to colour it all. Show your creative talent. Kids do this all the time, so I guess you will have fun. Everything has to be fully painted. I don't want to see any grey stone after you are done. And to make it more challenging, every adjacent stone has to be a different colour. You can use the hose to cool yourself down, but don't make the stones wet or the chalk won't stay on them. Have fun, boys!

I know this is going to take us hours! I would much rather go biking, go swimming or skating, of course. Seconds later, we were both on our knees, rubbing the chalk on the stones. We make good progress at first, and we do have a bit of fun. Tobias is chattering away saying silly things, and we laugh as we see our coloured hands and knees, his tights and my bare knees, of course. We spray ourselves with the water hose.

But after an hour, it has got really dull. Only a quarter is done by now. It gets hotter, and the chalk sticks are getting shorter and shorter, making it more and more challenging. And we have made some mistakes by now. But what lowered the mood the most was that we were getting closer to the street, and there were more people walking along the road. Not really crowded because it's just a side street, but still. We both don't want to be seen like this. We are both too old for this activity. Tobias looks ridiculous in his tights, especially in summer, and all I have are some skimpy briefs. And we have realised by now that our task forces us to present our butts to the street. The driveway goes down a slope, so it would be uncomfortable to do it the other way around.

A passerby asked for directions. I am unsure if we are being watched, so I follow the listening rule. I immediately put away my chalks, hurry down to the sidewalk and stand at attention. When I have answered all their questions, and they had gone, I went back to work.

As we reached the halfway point, Karl arrived.

"Hello, Boys! You having fun?"

We both get up and go and greet him. He kisses me, and I open my mouth for him like a good boy. He gropes me, and I fear that someone will sees us, but he doesn't give a shit. He tells me to get back to work and I immediately follow his order. He has trained me well. He starts to fondle my brother now and kisses him, but he squeals and fights back. Karl seems amused and gets the 10-year-old under control very quickly. Just a firm grip on his arms, and Tobias is defeated.

"Ouch, please, Uncle Karl, let go; it hurts."

"Will you stop resisting me now?"

"Yes, please don't hurt me; I will be good."

Then the man pushes his tongue into the kid's mouth. I can see Tobi doesn't like it at all. He now won't be unable to undo that his first real kiss will not be a nice shy kiss with a cute girl; no, his first kiss in his life came from a man in his mid fifties. Karl has both his hands now in the tights front and back, groping his private places. Tobi squirms but doesn't fight back anymore. Karl puts him down and comes over to me and pulls up my underwear which gives me a nasty wedgie. I know if I didn't have my cage on I would have a raging boner but as it is all I have is a pain as it tries to stand up. He tells me to keep them like that until I am done colouring the driveway because my cheeks need some sun.

He picks Tobi up like a ripe strawberry and goes into our house. Or his house, to be correct. As they get inside, the last thing I can hear before the door shuts is: "You have 10 seconds to get all your clothes off, fuckboy."

Oh yeah, that's what he is going to be. His ass is begging for a good fuck. I wish I could do it instead of Karl. But I couldn't anyway because of my small pee-pee being all locked up, so I hope he gets it good from the fat cock I know Karl has.

Hold on! What the hell I am thinking? I had to get my thoughts under control. My ltrapped little pee-pee is making its excitement obvious in these briefs. There is a big dark spot in the front where my precum leaks like crazy. A good shower from the hose would help thatbut just as I was going to do it I hear the familiar voice of Mrs Gruenwald calling me. She is the old lady from next door. I can't ignore her, so I walk fast towards her and stand at attention:

"Hello Mrs Gruenwald, how can I help you?" My pee-pee has shrunk inside its prison by now from the sudden encounter. Looking at her helped too. But I do not want to be disrespectful as she is a very nice old lady.

"Robert, I need a hand to get my trash bins back in the yard. Would you please be so kind, young man?" I don't correct her with my name; she would probably have forgotten anyway within the hour.

"Of course, I will. Nice weather today, isn't it?"

"Too hot for me; I wish I could run around half-naked like you."

I almost laugh as I imagined this, but at the same time, I become even more aware of my skimpy clothing especially the way they are pulled between my cheeks exposing all my cheeks. I hoped she wouldn't notice it too much. Now I feel very underdressed as I roll her bins back to her house. I had to go three times, as we Germans are recycling and trash separation fanatics. She is very thankful and gave me a 20€ bill. I tried to decline, but she insists. We are just standing there, and I knew I had a lot still to do to get dad's task done. I wonder if I should ask her for permission to go. Did the rule only count at home? I decide to play it safe.

"Well if that is all you need, Mrs Gruenwald, may I go back now?"

"Of course, I don't wish to hold you up."

I wish her a nice day and turn to go back to the chalking.

"Nice ass, young man, God, I wish I were young again."

I blush and hurry back, the money still awkwardly in my hand as I have no pockets.

I put the money in one of the buckets. I had no choice. I will give it to dad. I can't hide it anywhere, and I have no use for it since I never spend any time unattended.

So I get back on my knees again and rub the bloody chalk on the paving stones.

Half an hour later, I hear some kids giggling on the pavement. Oh, please, no!

"Hey Boy, what you are doing there?"

I can't ignore them anymore. I get up and stand at attention before them.

"I just, Uhm, was helping my little brother paint the driveway."

Having to stand like this doesn't help a person to be confident in any conversation. So I feel inferior even to these kids, two boys whom I guess are nine or so and an older girl, who I put at no more than 12, as I don't see any sign of breasts. You probably find it ironic that I evaluate a girl on her physical development while having a pee-pee of a 9-year-old myself. I see that now as I write it down, but I have to report my thoughts and feelings honestly. The girl is obviously in charge.

She asks me, "Oh really, I can't see anyone else but you here. And why are you dressed like this? Do you have no decency? Do you know that I can see everything? How old are you?"

I blush. Both because of my stained briefs, my little lump and my bare cheeks and because I hate this question. It always leads to embarrassment

"I am 14"

"Really? You look more like 10"

An awkward pause. Even though I wish it, they don't go anywhere.

"Uhm, may I continue now with my colouring now?"

"Sure, go ahead, weird boy."

I get back in my kneeling position rubbing chalk on the drive, trying to ignore the kids still staring at my bare butt. I hear them laughing, and the shutter click of a smartphone.

"Hey, boy!"

Oh crap! Time to get up and take the bloody 'listening position' again.

"Yes?"

"Do you mind if we take your picture?"

"You have already taken one. And it would be nice if you would delete it, please?"

"So you do have a bit of decency? If you didn't want us to see your butt, why are you wearing your underwear like that? I will keep that picture. You should have thought about that before you showed your butt off to us. I asked you because I wanted a selfie with you. You are cute."

I let her take it as I know dad would say I had to. Maybe she would go away afterwards.

"Fine, you can go back to your painting now."

"Thanks"

Seconds after I get down again. I hear them whispering and giggling.

"Hey, you cute boy! What's your name?"

There it goes again. The boys begin to laugh aloud as they see me having to stand up again.

"My name is Robby."

"Fine, Robby, you can go back now to doing your little kid stuff! Have a nice day."

They finally left. I hear her asking one of the boys if he would still do such kiddie stuff. He answered that he hadn't done such a thing since he was 5. And he would never go outside in his underwear.

I am not so sure, young boy. I bet that girl could make you do it.

I have nearly reached the road as a pizza delivery boy comes to our house. On his way back to his tiny car, he stops by me."Hey mate!"

I stand up again.

"Hey."

"You better get inside, get some pizza! You look like you need some food."

He couldn't know that there would be no pizza for the kids in this house, of course.

"Thank you; I will go in in a moment"

"If you want to grow some muscles, you have to eat more. Look!"

He shows me his biceps and well-defined torso.

"I've been going to the gym for four years. You should start as soon as you you are twelve or so. By the way, everyone can see your cum in your underwear. That's how I knew you must be older than you look. Maybe you should get dressed when you go inside."

Oh no, not again. I blush.

"Hey, don't worry about it happening, It happens a lot to me, both girls and boys. It seems to be up to me. I am just unresistible." he joked.

I like him, and that gives me an idea.

"Did they give you a tip?"

"Nope, they paid online"

I took the 20€ I got from my neighbour and gave it to him.

"Now you got a tip."

"Thank you, that's really nice of you. I have to go now. See you, Kid!"

He will be sure that I got a crush on him, but I'd rather give it to him and not to dad.

Sorry Daddy, when you read this, don't be mad at me.

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Richard

To clear things up for you, dear readers. There are some things I have censored so far, but not that much. You can be sure that I punish him severely for this disloyalty and any other failures, but he will never be able to connect the punishment with the crime. I want him to report honestly and have even punished him a few times when he didn't say what he felt. I told him those times why he was getting punished so now he clearly thinks he might as well get things off his chest. So much easier now to prevent him from manipulating me when he doesn't get any feedback.

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Finally, I am done. I clean myself with the hose, particularly the briefs but it does make them more see through and ring the doorbell. I have to stand for several minutes in the waiting position. My knees hurt. Then dad comes out with a beer in his hand.

He looks satisfied with my work, but then he asks sternly, "Why are you wet? Did you wash? I wanted to make some nice funny pictures of you with the chalk colours all over you, and now you've spoiled it. You know you are not allowed to wash?"

"I forgot; I am so sorry, daddy. I thought it would be better if I got clean before going back inside."

"Why did you assume you would be going inside? Daddy still needs you to do some work outside. You have to stop making decisions for yourself. All you have to do is follow the rules and do what I say. I will think for you. You have earned a bedtime spanking. Don't forget to remind me when you go to bed. It's ten hits as a minimum, plus 2 for every mistake with the colouring, that's 12 and 10 because you washed without permission. That's 32 with the paddle so far. You will have a very red bottom tomorrow in the workshop so you will have to be on your best behaviour at work tomorrow."

"Yes, daddy, I will remind you. May I please go to the toilet? I have to go number one."

"Just hold it for a while. First, you need to clean our shoes."

He tossed me three pairs of shoes and some rags. Then, before he closed the door said to me, "Don't take too long and make sure the boots from Karl get an excellent polish. And stay where you are; you are not allowed to use the hose again."

There I was again on my knees. The rags were made from my old favourite skater t-shirts, cut up. It feels so humiliating to know that I will never wear them again.

I have to use my spit as a moisturiser. I spend time cleaning the soles, too, to be certain. Dad's shoes smell very intense, and I cannot resist putting my nose in them for a little while. It was awful but somehow thrilling. Karl's boots take the most time and most of my spit. I am dried out now and thirsty. But the shoes are eventually shining like new. I hit the doorbell with a sense of pride. Dad takes the shoes in.

"Nice Job, Robby. Now let us go into my workshop. I need you to get me off quick? I can't stand it in there anymore; watching Karl fiddling with naked Tobias all the time. It makes me so horny."

He gets his dick out, and I know what to do. I can imagine what you want to ask now. Which cock do I like more? Karl's or Dad's? I don't like cocks, especially not in my mouth. I can't decline it, of course. But if I had to select which one feels better, I would say, Dad's. His tool is not as long as Karl's but thicker and softer. Karl's cock gets as hard as steel; that's why it had hurt my bumhole so much. Poor Tobias, he will sure hate to get fucked by him. Dad does not trim his pubic bush like Karl. He has very long hairs which tickle my nose every time I bounce on his cock.

It takes only a minute before he cums. I swallow everything and lick him clean, as I used to do for Karl.

"You are an excellent cocksucker, Robby. I hope we will be able to spend more time on your next blowjob. Do you still have to piss?"

"Yes, daddy, please."

"All right, since you have mainly been a very good boy today, I will let you fetch your potty. Come back with it as quickly as possible. You have one minute! You don't want to earn more paddle spanks do you."

"May I go now to fetch my potty, daddy?"

"Give me your briefs first. Now scoot!"

I run. Sixty seconds is just enough time for me to get a glimpse into the living room on my way back. My heart beats faster as I see Tobi still naked on Karl's lap who is sitting on the couch.

Karl and Mom were chatting casually while Tobi was licking the neck of the man who was only wearing his jeans now. The fleshy bottom of the 10-year-old was getting a thorough massage.

I save this picture mentally for my next wanking session. Someday I hope. Dad can't keep me from doing this forever.

Dad makes me put my potty on the driveway. I want to get this over as quickly as possible, but dad makes sure he gets his 'funny photos'. He takes his time before I finally can do my business and get off.

I empty my potty in the toilet drain and wash it off. I am glad to be out of sight from the pavement again and just glad that girl didn't come past when I was sitting on my potty. What she would have thought about me being totally naked or if she saw my pee-pee prison I hate to think. Dad tells me to clean out the trash bins and hands me some more of my former t-shirts, which have also been turned into rags now. He tells me I can use the hose for cleaning the bins but he warned me to do nothing silly. He would check the recordings of the surveillance camera later.

It seems like an easy job at first, as I hose the bins down, but to get the sticky grime off the bottom I have to lay them on their side, crawl naked into the fucking containers and scratch it off with the rags. Dad didn't give me any detergent, just cold water. Mrs Gruenwald would surely give me an even better tip if I would do this to her bins, too, I said to myself sarcastically. The camera couldn't see in the container, but even it was free I decided I wouldn't have risked having a wank here. But you see how desperate I am to even be fantasising about this as an option.

I used to dream about a nice date with Jana, going to the lake, having ice cream, but that was a different life. Now she has a new boyfriend and all I can dream of is wanking in a trash bin.

I am still in the bin when I see Karl going home, taking Tobi with him. My brother is wearing clothes again, the same as before, plus a thick nappy underneath the tights and the harness. Karl has him on a leash connected to the back of the harness.

After half an hour of hard scrubbing and getting filthy, I was done with the bins and pushed the doorbell, hoping to be allowed inside this time.

Chapter 19
Piggy

Wednesday I was at Karl's place again. I had been there the week before but I didn't see Tobias and hardly Karl. I just had to do the clearing up and then was sent home without getting any pleasure. I didn't even have to service Karl. So Tobias had been there for eleven days Karl takes him and picks him up from school. I have really missed him. I have a little more space in the cot but I feel even more isolated now. I miss the mornings when I could play with my brother and tease him a bit. The cot has stunk less of piss this week but it is still not good. I begged my parents to be allowed to clean it, but they only allow me once a week to polish the plexiglass. I assume their only worry is that the plexiglass keeps as transparent as possible for the cameras.

The complete loss of privacy here is terrible. I know there are strange people on the internet checking me out at night. Seeing me there struggling with the sticky hard mattress trying to find some position to be able to get some sleep. And all I wear is that silly pyjama top that hides nothing. And it stinks. I get a new one every four days and although I always wash the old one very carefully the smell is always there when I put it on.

Greetings to all the men out there who are entertained by seeing me suffer at night. Dad said that I mustn't be so selfish and I need to prioritise other people's gratification. And he is right of course. But It feels so embarrassing having to lie there, sticking to the rubber mattress, as good as naked, with everything on display including my stupid pee-pee cage.

I know my parents miss Tobias too, especially mom. I overheard a conversation between her and dad about her concerns that my younger brother hadn't been home for days now. Karl apparently hadn't told them much and she was saying they needed to get Tobi home but dad said it wasn't a good time to confront Karl and they should wait a bit longer. So mom instructed me to check up on Tobias when I clean Karl's house. I don't know how she thinks I will do that if Karl keeps him away but I said I would. She took me in her car to his house and let me out. Her reason was I was only in my sandals, and colourful socks and briefs but I think it was just an excuse to give her a reason to go close because she isn't allowed on Karl's property. I leave her sitting in the car looking at the house and go to the back door and wait there on my knees as I have so often done before.

As I walk round to the back I noticed there was a large pit dug in what used to be the lawn. It was 60cm [24inches] deep with a small fence around it. Then I saw two enamel buckets attached low on the wall of the house. One contained pellets mixed with what looked like kitchen scraps. It smelled like our organic waste bin, which I have to clean out every week. The other bucket contained a liquid, which I assumed was water.

I am waiting, stripped naked, for over half an hour, then Karl comes out also totally naked holding a beer in his hand. He ignores me at first and proceeds to piss noisily in what I thought was the water bucket. He turns to me and shakes the last piss drops on my face.

"Ah, I needed that. Had to piss so badly. What do you want here, Robby? Did you miss me? Oh, right you want to tidy up my place? Sure if that's what you want. You are doing a lot of cleaning lately, aren't you? Seems like it's your new hobby. Get your underwear and put it in your mouth. I don't wanna hear a thing from you as long as you are here. Just do your thing and don't get in my way. No walking, only crawling. I am sure you remember the rules. And while you are here make me some food. I will need it in an hour or so. And now please excuse me, I am busy fucking the lovely tight asshole of your brother. God what a bum he has, so much better than your scrawny one."

With that, he just disappeared into his bedroom and left me alone with the mess his house had become since my last visit. I could hardly believe that such a shambles could have been created in only seven days. But Karl is right. I have had a lot of practice at it now and tidy up very efficiently. As I work I can hear them having sex through the bedroom door but can't believe the words my brother is saying.

Tobias, "I have been thinking of your fat cock in school all day, Uncle Karl. Would you please fuck me again? I need to feel you in my little boy butt so bad."

Karl " You are my dirty little piglet aren't you? Show me how much you want it my piggy!"

I can hear Tobias doing pig noises and then fucking sounds. What is going on here? I feel my pee-pee straining against the cage. The image of Tobias getting fucked drives me crazy. I would love to get a glimpse of it, but I can't see anything. Then I crawl into the kitchen to prepare his meal.

Shortly after I have finished cooking everything and put it on a plate, they come out of the bedroom and Karl calls me into the bathroom.

I have to witness a familiar scene. But this time it's not me but my 10-year-old brother kneeling before Karl who is sitting on the toilet taking a shit. He looks really bizarre. He is wearing pink plastic socks thick pink leather mittens and leather cuffs on his wrists and his ankles. The cuffs are all connected together with short chains, so he couldn't stand up or put his hands up. He has big rubber pig ears on his head like from a bloody Halloween costume. He is also wearing a collar, which says 'Piggy' and a leash. A chain runs from the back of the collar, over his head and was connected to his nostrils by a two-pronged hook. This pulled his pug nose upwards and deformed the cute face into a ridiculous animal-like expression. A curly pigtail comes out of his butthole.

I feel a bit sad for my brother as I see him humiliated like that but it makes me horny as hell too. His beautiful bubble butt and legs are completely white, no signs that Tobi has got a spanking recently. I can see him blush and he gives me a quick sad look as I crawl into the bathroom on all fours. He doesn't like he is enjoying it at all. But a short tug on the leash and Tobi focuses on Karl again, making pig noises now and then. The man on the toilet pushes the head of the boy in the bowl between his legs and pisses on the back of his head. I can hear him shit in the bowl too. That's so gross! Tobi's hair has gone too, with only a little cheeky cute patch on the forehead left, parted by the chain going to his nostrils.

Karl looks at me with a look that says I can do whatever I want with your brother and you can't do anything about it.

I can't even say anything and must be looking ridiculous too with my cheeks bulged out from my briefs still in there.

Tobi lifts his piss dripping head up and smiles.

"Well piggy, do you want to lick my old smelly butthole now?"

My brother wiggles his pigtail excitedly and pushes his tongue out.

"That's my little dirty piglet, can't get enough of buttholes can you?"

The man stands up and turns around and without any other prompt Tobi works his face between Karl's cheeks. Karl doesn't help him at all and Tobi struggles with his restrained limbs to get high enough. Then I hear his noisy lapping. I cringe. I share my brother's shame and humiliation now and go red too. My caged pee-pee twitches back and forth, I can't help it. It's so hot! How did he train my brother so completely in such a short time?

I can remember doing that horrible thing too, but Karl had to enforce it with many spankings before I was able to give him such an enthusiastic rim job like that. And I don't see any toilet paper in the bathroom at all.

Karl must have seen my excitement, as he smiles at me.

"Turn around Robby, and push your skinny butt up. Piggy, lick your brother's butthole too. I know you like hairy asses more, but unfortunately, your teen brother is a bit underdeveloped."

I take a deep breath as I hear the clanking noises of the chains as my brother approaches me.

I feel his little tongue between my buttcheeks now, wetting and tickling it. But nothing could have prepared me for the awesome feeling as he sticks his tongue right in my asshole, fucking and sucking it. Muffled cries of enjoyment escape out of my stuffed mouth. Karl only lets it last for 20 seconds or so but it felt like heaven. Precum drips from my cage now. Karl tells Tobi to suck on my cage. He pulls my locked package back between my legs. I can feel a tiny bit of Tobi's tongue as he sucks the precum out of it. I never hated that bloody plastic thing more than now. How can I look my brother in the eyes ever again after we do such perverted things together? I cringe from humiliation, shame and sexual excitement as I have a frustrated cum in my cage, leaving some more slimy drops for my brother to slurp up. But Karl didn't have time for that.

"Enough now dirty piggy, get out now, it's feeding time! Robby you perverted little toilet cleaner, do the job you love so much and then join us outside."

I hurry to get the toilet shining again, a task that had clearly been completely neglected since the last time I was here.

It took ages but as I crawled out, curious what Karl might be up to I saw them walking around the fenced pit. Karl was still naked, casually carrying the plate on which I had put his food which he was just finishing. Karl was also watering the pit with a garden hose. It was even muddier now and there were pools of water. And as if it was completely normal a preteen boy obscenely dressed as a pig was crawling behind him, the food bucket hanging around his neck. Karl ordered Tobi into the pit who didn't hesitate and got straight in.

"Piggy, show your brother how you take a shit."

My younger brother, still with the bucket around his neck, crouches in a corner of the pit and does his business, getting red in the face again.

"Good job, piggy!" Karl pets his shaved head and puts some sawdust over his turds. "Now bury your shit in the ground, we don't want your sty to smell bad."

Tobi digs it in with his hands until the soil looks like before.

Karl unfastened the food bucket and throws its contents into the mud. But before Tobi was allowed to start to eat, Karl unlocked his chains and made him exercise in the mud until the boy was totally covered in mud and panting heavily from the effort.

I feel so bad for my brother now as I see him struggling in the dirt, but I can't look away. Now he is allowed to eat. Tobi doesn't use his hands, just tries to get some 'clean' food out of the mess. He makes piggy noises now again and Karl looks very satisfied with him.

"Time to get dressed and go home now Robby, your brother has a lot of homework today and I am sure wants to get fucked later too. Am I right, Piggy?" Tobi nods.

Karl goes back into the house taking his plate and before I do as ordered I crawl up to the fence where Tobi is and whisper to him, "I love you, Tobi, I hope you can come home soon, we all miss you very much. Just hold on, ok?"

Then I try to give him a kiss through the fence, nothing sexual, just a brotherly kiss. I see some tears dropping from his sad-looking eyes now. Then I go and put my undies, socks and sandals on and stand in the driveway waiting for mom to pick me up, not sure what to tell her about this.

Karl

Hello subscribers! I see that Tobias' new dirty pics are very popular among you. Thank you again for the nice comments and support. I read some questions about the events. Is Tobi a permanently chained piglet now? Although some of you guys certainly find the idea enticing, most wish him to be a baby again. Well, I don't want to become a farmer. Certainly not. The whole thing was a complete mess, my garden is a stinky mud pit now. I had to close my windows at the end because of the gnats. It will take me some time to get my yard back in a respectable condition. Robby will help me, of course.

We have made a very useful obedient work and cleaning slave out of him. I appreciated how Richard made him do some shitty work in his yard, building a sewer and everyone seems to have liked the pictures where he is getting his work clothes even more filthy. I would also rather see him doing that kind of work than as an apprentice in Richard's workshop. He is born to do the dirty work no one else will. I have set up a poll in our forum on what kind of career the pervert cocksucking boy should pursue when he leaves school at 16. Maybe this will change his dad's mind. He could make enough money out of the skinny boy to be able to employ an experienced helper. You guys can still give your vote for:

• Toilet cleaner
• Stable worker
• Garbage collector
• Other. Type in your suggestion.

But we were talking about cute Tobias, weren't we? The piggy idea started from a funny comment regarding some of the photos showing his nice fleshy bubble butt. Someone called it ham and made fake pics of him in a sty with little piglets. I got a message soon after from a very influential person in the agricultural industry. He offered me a huge sum of money if we could get it done for real. I am a businessman and I couldn't turn down that sort of money. I have bills to pay and have some new interesting projects planned that are going to be expensive to start.

It was a challenge to get him trained so fast. I had planned on taking things slower, but sometimes you have no choice. Also, one requirement of the customer was to preserve Tobi's creamy white skin which meant I could not spank him. So I used a shock collar. It was an extremely traumatic first week for the preteen boy. Not only was he away from his family for the first time in his life he got shocked whenever he did the slightest thing wrong. Hesitating to perform a command? Shock. Not giving enough effort to please me? Shock. Not looking happy enough? Shock. It worked wonders. The pain is much more intense than a beating could be. Tobi was soon doing everything he could to avoid them.

I only took his collar off when I fucked him and at night when he slept in a cage. So he started to look forward to those activities. It was so cute seeing him almost relax as I opened the cage for him after a training day. He eagerly got in. The cage is so narrow he can't even straighten out in it. He will find his cot at home to be very comfortable in the future. He was less keen to get out of his cage. It really fucked him up not to be able to stretch out even after he crawled out as I put his short chains on right away. Then I sat on my bed and his first duty was to consume my morning piss. He had to learn very fast to not spill a drop.

After hours of obedience training, he begs me to fuck him, just to get a break. I fuck him three times a day, twice during the day and once in the evening. I would really like to do it more often, but I am not a young man anymore. I never came in his mouth. I reserved it all for his ass. Fucking his prime ass is a gift from heaven. It's so worth all the hassle and risk I put into this project. Tobias didn't like it at first but he has got used to it. He even gets a cute stiffie now. And after the event with the pigs, he will never complain about it anymore. He will be a very humble and grateful boy when he goes back home.

I started to train him as a piglet from the beginning. I showed him videos of pigs and he had to imitate them until he was very good at it. The snorts, the squeaks, the way they moved. He ate his pig slop very eagerly and drank the stale water from the bucket I piss in sometimes like he was very thirsty. He hated it of course but he hated the shock from his collar much more. The fear of it will be ingrained in his brain for a long time. He will automatically obey everyone just in case.

Then, after Robby visited us, a farmer, a friend of the customer brought the piglets. Piggy, as I called the boy now, had to care for them and spend the afternoon outside with them in the mud. Playing with them, eating with them from the same trough. He soon smelt like a piglet. That didn't stop the pig farmer from fucking piggy sometimes. I am a generous host, but I must admit that I got a bit jealous about having to share that delicious ass. When they delivered the boar, Piggy got freaked out a bit. He even tried to run away. He did not get far, the chains force him to move on all fours. I dragged him back to the mud pit and the boar took over and showed him who was boss now. Piggy tried to befriend the big scary animal like he did with the piglets but got knocked over in the dirt a lot. He also didn't manage to get much food from the trough while the boar was there.

In the evening, the influential politician who had requested this all came over with some friends. I arranged a barbecue beside the pit. Piggy had to entertain the guests. He did his pig noises, played around, wiggling his ass. He stayed still when a guest pissed on him. By the end, there was a nice big piss puddle he had to roll around in because we all drank a lot of alcohol. We invented some fun games like fetching a little ball with his mouth. Often the ball landed near the annoyed boar and piggy had to fight for it.

As a finale, we let the boar fuck him. The pig farmer had to restrict the animal's penis a bit, so he would not cause too much damage to the preteen asshole. Piggy should certainly have been grateful that I had stretched his tight hole with my fat cock so much before. But it must be traumatic for the boy getting bred by this huge scary animal. The politician loved seeing him scared and in pain as he used his mouth at the same time, then Piggy had to service the other guest with his mouth too. It is beyond me why they didn't fuck the boy themselves instead of letting a pig do it. Some people have strange tastes.

That was it. My guests left shortly after and all the pigs were picked up the next morning by the farmer.

I hosed down the boy and gave him a nice warm bath tonight. I tell him how I had had an argument with these guys because they wanted to keep him forever as a piggy. I told Tobi how I had risked a lot of trouble to save him from that. Tobias is in love with me now as we cuddle on my bed. He promises to be a good boy to me and I assure him I will not let them harm him anymore. But if he lets me down and doesn't do as I say, I would reconsider. He was so happy when he crawled into his cage this evening.

Chapter 20
At The Grocery Store

Things have gotten worse for me. I told mom a bit about Tobias, leaving out the most awful details but she seems to blame me for it. She said I should be there instead of him. She even told me that the whole situation was my fault because I was not man enough to protect my family, just a wimpy coward. That really hurt me because I already feel guilty about it.

While Tobi is away I have to do all the chores now and mom makes degrading comments all the time, about my caged little pee-pee, my clothes, being gay and how I deserve all this.

Mom takes me with her to the grocery store now too. She gives me the most ridiculous clothing to wear when we go. Very flashy colourful t-shirts or vests that are two sizes too small, different coloured socks and pink transparent sandals, very cheap looking worn-out thin shorts.

She dresses up for so she looks very smart and well off, while I look like a little gay boy straight from a run-down orphanage. I have to push the shopping trolley of course and run around getting items from the other aisles.

She loves to show me up and embarrasses me in front of other people there. Scolding me for being dumb and clumsy. She rearranges my clothes, tucking my T-shirt into my undies. She takes her time doing this pulling my shorts down to my ankles, of course. She loves to do this when other kids are around. Because the freaking T-shirts are so short, they have to be tucked back in very often. Mom cleans my face with her finger or hankie, spitting on them and then rubbing my face. I remember one especially embarrassing occasion at the checkout, a long queue of people behind us. Mom scolds me for some minor thing and I had to take a chocolate bar out of the cart and take it back, swapping it for a carrot instead. I knew what mom wanted so I got the thickest carrot I could find as I knew she would send me back if she thought it was too thin. I was so ashamed when I got back having made my way through the waiting people, the fat carrot in my hand. I had the feeling everyone knew what it was there for. And indeed, mom made me insert it in my butthole as soon as we got in the car. That was after she spanked me right in the parking lot. The green leaves stuck out of my butt until dinner time when I had to pull it out and eat it. That was all I got for dinner that day.

Mommy has taken over cuddle time too. It feels so wrong sucking at my mom's tits. And while I sit on her hugging and licking, she fucks me with a strapon dildo until I cum a few drops in my pee-pee cage. It feels so humiliating and frustrating, much worse than even with Richard. They never let me out of the cage anymore and I get a spanking at bedtime every day now. I really hope things get better when Tobias is back. It is scary and depressing how much mom despises me. Even working in Dad's workshop is a relief now for me.

Alexander comes to visit and stays often overnight. At first, he slept in my old room. Dad had put a nice bed and a desk with a brand new gaming computer in it. But now he has Dad's old office as his very own guest room for when he babysits us kids.

He loves sitting at the nice big desk and correcting my homework. He does it in a very belittling manner like a very strict teacher. I have to thank him and nearly all the time I have to go back to my own bloody desk like a first grader rewriting everything he marks as wrong. My desk is now decorated with photographs of him in tacky romantic frames. I have to sit there all the time staring at his handsome face and his nice manly body. The pictures are good, but they make me feel even dumber and weaker in comparison. We have sex in his bed. It feels so comfortable. He gets fresh linen every time he sleeps here which I have had to wash and iron. I had forgotten the relaxed feeling of a real bed and I hate my own narrow cot with the sticky hard rubber mattress even more now.

Alexander gets in a romantic mood and acts very gay when we have sex. Tender long kisses and gentle fucks. I do enjoy being so close to his magnificent body. But it is frustrating that he never wants my cage off although he has a key for it. He said he prefers me this way. Stiffies are for big boys only. In the evenings he plays his stupid online games and describes everything about them while I kneel under the desk and suck his fat cock. I don't want to know anything about them as I am not allowed to play or even watch them nowadays. But I have to listen. Sometimes Alex asks questions about what he has said and if I am wrong he slaps my face. He learned that from my dad and loves doing it. He often 'forgets' to put me to bed and when mom comes in she gives me a very hard spanking for staying up past my bedtime, then drags me by the ears to my cot.

Alexander just casually says, "Good night sweety, pleasant dreams!" then returns to playing his games for half the night.

Mom switches the kiddy radio station on high volume and leaves the light on, so it's very difficult to fall asleep. Alex told me he always shuts it off when he finally goes to bed. Until then he needs the lights on because he wants to watch me, after all, he has to take the job of babysitter seriously. I know he watches every move I make on a second monitor on his desk.

I really want to go back to school now to at least get out of the house for a few hours. But I am worried about how Alexander will treat me in front of other boys but at least I won't have to be with him all the time.

Richard

I love how Nicole has taken on more responsibility in raising her eldest son now, after spoiling him for so many years. Robby's behaviour has improved a lot. He is docile and is now so grateful for any little thing he gets. And my life is a lot easier now too. I don't have to punish him so often anymore, he just does what I say. I am now his favourite parent who is nicer to him and we have started to develop a good connection now. When he massages my feet, gives me a blowjob or even drinks my piss, he does it almost fondly, I think he kind of loves me now.

That cannot be said of his relationship with Alexander. He absolutely hates him, I can see it in his eyes. He really regrets asking for permission to speak to him all those weeks ago. But I have made it clear he must not say or write a single bad word about him. On the contrary, he has to express his love and admiration to his nerdy lover every day. I make him tell me about every detail of their sex life which embarrass him very much. Very amusing and a good lesson for him not to engage with people of his own age in the future. He will even hate school soon when he goes back. He doesn't know it yet but he will have to deal with Alex every day as they are going to be in the same class and Alex will be in charge of him at school as well. I bet he will be begging me to let him work for me then. Until I let him Robby will have no choice but to make Alex very happy, and that won't be for a long time. Robbie made a very sad face when I told him Alex was going to be present in our house very often from now on and was going to get his own room. He better not dare give Alexander any of this attitude or he will be an even sorrier little boy.

Nicole was not happy about Tobi going to Karl's especially as she didn't even see him for all that time. However, she did like all of the money I gave her. I told her we also had enough to pay for the luxurious wedding we had been planning. And when we saw the footage on the TV in the living room she had to admit she did find him very funny as a piggy.

Nicole has always wanted a family pet and did ask me whether I thought Tobi would make a good puppy. Well after his experience as a pig in the mud, I am sure little Tobi would accept playing our part-time puppy dog gladly if he thought the alternative was going off with the pig farmer. However, I know that Nicole is mad at Robby because she blames him for Tobi's fate. So I ask her why not make Robby our pet dog. That would teach him not to think that he is better than his brother. Nicole thinks that is an even better idea and is very excited about it and says she plans to train him by herself. We had really hot sex after discussing it. I had to fuck her three times. Because I love my son and I know how jealous he becomes when I fuck his mother and not him, I saved Robby a very well-filled condom as a souvenir.

Chapter 21
Cum For Breakfast

I already wrote to you guys about how much I hate meal times. They have got worse too. At breakfast, dad provided me with a 'dessert' after I had finished my porridge that contains his piss now. It all had started at 'cuddle time' when dad offered me his piss in exchange for letting my pee-pee out of the cage for a while. Now, mom is in charge of the cuddle time and she never lets it out. But I have to still drink Dad's piss anyway. It's disgusting, but I do it because I want to sit on his lap and not on Mom's. So I eat that horrible breakfast to please my dad. After I finished this morning, Dad said cheerfully:

"Look, Robby, I have a nice treat for you! You seemed a bit sad that you couldn't give me a blowjob in my workshop yesterday. But son, you have to understand that I can't have sex with you every day. So I got you a souvenir from fucking your mother. A nice condom filled with my sperm."

He picked the disgusting thing up with a fork and held it in front of my face. The liquid inside looks slimy and yellowish.

"Open up, boy!"

"Oh god, please, no daddy!"

He ignores my backtalk, fortunately.

"Don't be such a baby, Robby. I know you will like it. Ok, it is not fresh anymore,but I put it in the fridge for you. Now be a good boy and open your mouth, or you will not eat at all for three days!"

I obeyed, and he put it in.

"I tied a knot in it so it did not run out. You will have to loosen the knot in your mouth or bite it off to get to the good stuff. But just enjoy the taste of your mom's vagina for a start. Or did I pull it out of your ass Nicole? I can't remember."

"Richard! You shouldn't talk like that before the children," Mom says with clearly feigned disapproval.

I nearly puke. I want to get rid of the rubber condom in my mouth as soon as possible. The taste and the feel of the rubber are awful, but the knowledge of where it came from and what it contains was worse. I overcome my disgust and start to bite on it. I don't want daddy to get mad at me.

My parents just chuckle and enjoy their meal.

They both can tell precisely by the look on my face when I finally bit a hole in the thin rubber and Dad's cum flooded over my tastebuds. I have tasted Karl's, Dad's and Alex's cum before, but stale cold cum out of a condom is terrible.

"Don't dare to spit it out. When you open your mouth again, there better be a totally clean condom in it. You can keep it until we finish eating. I know you want to thank me for the nice treat, but you shouldn't talk with your full mouth, so be quiet. Don't be sad. You will get more of it soon."

He took my right hand and pulled it behind me and put it in his underwear.

"Take a good feel of my balls. They are big and full, aren't they? Just imagine how much daddy cum they produce. Nothing will go to waste anymore, Robby. You will have the honour of consuming every single drop of it. It will become your favourite taste.

Talking of it, your boyfriend has left a present for you. Do you feel like unwrapping it?"

I don't feel like it. I feel sick with the condom in my mouth. But I do it anyway. When I see what is inside the box, I struggle not to vomit. He has gifted me with a big jar full of condoms. Daddy and he had obviously arranged this new torture. I remember the damn letter I had to send Alex. A little note is stuck to the jar.

Dad mocks me that I couldn't complain anymore about having no sweets because I have my own special sweets now.

So while other kids have real sweets to chew on when doing their homework I have condoms I do wonder which of them are not his but from other boys that I don't even know. I can't get used to it, it is a horrible snack.

And of course, I had to write Alexander a thank you letter.

Chapter 22
Dog life

Richard

My eldest son Robby had hoped that his mom would be kinder to him when Tobias was back home but she certainly hasn't been. Although she was very angry about Karl keeping Tobi for all that time and took it out on Robby his return has not changed her attitude to him. In fact, she is sterner with them both but particularly with Robby. She likes being the tough parent now. Both boys only crawl around our house now, Tobi as her baby and Robby as her puppy. It is the sweetest thing and I love it. Nicole wants to have sex with me daily and Robby is desperate to please me now, trying to get on my good side. I just have to mention his mother and he does everything I want.

He did it before too, of course, but it is much more satisfying if he does it willingly. One day I mentioned casually to him how good it felt to get a rim job and how unfortunate it was that Nicole wouldn't do such a thing. The next day he asked me seductively while he massaged my feet and gave them a tongue bath after work if I wanted my ass licked too. He has become such a bitch lately. I try hard not to be manipulated by him anymore, but this time he nearly got me. I slapped him for his slutty behaviour, but I let him do it. He opened my pants and serviced my sweaty asshole right there on the terrace. I got so horny that I fed him my rock hard cock too. It was so good that I have made it a rule now: he has to offer an asslick before giving someone a blowjob. I am sure that Alexander will love it.

Robby did a very good job of building the outside area for the kids. Inside he has made a very small solid hut around the shithole. It has a concrete floor, raw walls and no windows, but a light and a camera. There are no proper air vents so it smells a bit, but that's ok, I don't have to use this toilet anyway.

Robby

Tobias is back! I missed him so much and I am really glad he doesn't have to stay with Karl any longer. But my relationship with my mom isn't getting any better. I have to be her pet as a punishment. I am not allowed to walk anymore, just go on all fours like a dog. Similar to how I have to be at Karl's but this is more extreme and goes on all the time.

Mom also changes Tobi's nappy by herself now. My brother and I have to do our morning business outside now. I will tell you about our new morning rituals. After we get up, we do our morning cleaning duties but on all fours, no standing up. I just wear the chunky sandals and jockstrap, Tobi still in nappies and baby clothing. I am allowed to remove his mittens and the spreaders pants though. We have to be finished by 7:30 am and back waiting on all fours in our room for mom. When she enters, I have to crawl over and kiss her feet. Then I collect the leash from the wall with my mouth and bring it to her. She tethers me out on the landing to the hook on the wall, while Tobi is changed by her. Then mom leads us downstairs to the new outside area that I had to build. I hate it here even more than in our bedroom. The now naked Tobi crawls on Mom's right side and I have to follow her on the leash. My collar has got bells on it and stays permanently on me now. I get punished every time she thinks I look at naked Tobi. To be honest: I really want to. I am so horny that It costs me a lot of willpower not to look at my brother's naked butt crawling before me.

The only way we are now allowed to enter and leave the house is through the dog flap that dad put in the kitchen door. I turn my face to the wall when Tobi is getting his bubble butt through it. I looked at it one time and it was so cute. Mum went mad and really beat me so I don't dare look anymore. We sit on our potties outside. Mom cleans Tobi herself now but I still have to empty the potties and clean Tobi's buttplug. I eat from a dog bowl now under the table. When mom wants to punish me for 'perving on Tobi', I have to spend the night in the same cage that Tobi slept in at Karl's.

They have it in their bedroom. The bloody thing is so narrow that I hardly get any sleep in it. All I can do is look through the bars at my parents having sex and then sleeping soundly in their comfortable bed. Since the floor of the dog cage is just hard metal bars, I need to shift my position a bit every few minutes but I have to do it slowly so as to not wake up my parents with the bell. Suddenly my sticky cot seems so enticing. It's so much better than this.

The only times I still feel like a human is when I am with dad. He is has been kinder to me lately and praises me when I am doing well at work. I try to please him as much as I can to keep him in good mood. The sexual things I have to do are gross but I am ashamed to admit that it turns me on more often now. Even when I lick my dad's stinky feet, my caged pee-pee twitches and sometimes I cum in it too. I have to announce it every time. "I have a kiddie cum, daddy!"

Or even worse "I have a kiddie cum, mommy!" when sitting bottomless in the backseat of her car with a damn vegetable in my asshole. I tend to involuntary twitch around a bit so I can't hide my orgasms which they find amusing. This occurs multiple times a day but the orgasms are embarrassing and not satisfying. I stay horny all the time. I cum when I get a spanking and even when I get my enema.

Chapter 23
Banished Outside

Richard

The next entry will be the last one from Robby for a while. His bitchy behaviour was getting worse and Nicole is fed up with it. To cool him down and to separate him from us, he is not allowed inside the house for the next 2 weeks. He is locked in the little 1,5m x1,5m toilet shed from 6 pm to 8 pm. He gets his food in his bowl on the floor twice a day. I make sure it contains a lot of my piss and cum.

I take him out for a walk in the woods every day. It's the highlight of his day. I let him 'fetch a stick' and train him to do tricks like 'play dead' or 'sit and beg'. When I have had enough we lay on the ground and he sucks my dick. What a nice Dad-son bonding time. He blames his harsh punishment on his mom so he still loves me. The new medication makes him sad very often and I must admit it makes me hard when he cries in my car when his walkies are over.

The rest of the day he is on a 2m [6'6"] leash on the concrete of the kiddie outside area. He knows to keep on all fours. His cage just fits in the little shed he built and he has to get in it when the lights go out at 9 pm and out of it at 5 am. Please subscribe to the premium area of his blog to see inside the shed. You can't see it on the live stream, but it smells pretty bad in Robby's new toilet home, believe me.

I hope Nicole will pardon him after the two weeks because I want Robby back in my workshop and I am even starting to feel a bit sorry for him too.

Robby

The evening bath times are always humiliating, but today it got really worse.

I will tell you what my mom did to me in the bathroom today. Not an easy task for me but I have to tell you anyway.

I could smell that Mommy was drunk as she took us to our bathroom. She was stark naked and had the dark look in her eyes I hoped I would never see again.

"What do we have here? The little gay slut boy perves again on his 10year old brother. But your luck has run out today! Mommy is gong to take care of your nasty behaviour. Move your skinny ass and face the wall now! Wait there until I'm done with Tobias."

My knees hurt after a while on the hard tiles but I didn't dare to move. If mom is in this mood you better not cross her. I could hear them under the shower and could only guess what they are up to. Mommy whispered something and Tobi giggles, then only the sound of running water, some strange washing sounds and my brother's moans. The water stops and I hear them step behind me.

"Ok perve now go in the shower. No, keep your head down look at the ground and stay on your knees where you belong and face the wall. Tobias, get in the enema position, good boy! I will be with you in a moment."

She turned on the water, ice-cold as usual, and let it soak into me for a minute. She poured some shampoo in my hair. An unwelcome reminder that my former nice hair was cut in this ridiculous bowl shape now. She is right behind me and I can feel her legs around my body and her tits on my neck. I don't want to see or feel mommy without clothes. It scares me. I feel her fumbling with my pee-pee cage freeing my shrivelled privates. It feels strange to get hard after my pee-pee has been cramped in the damp plastic for such a long time. Mom applies some creme around the area.

"You don't deserve pubic hair with this micro dick. We should get rid of it what do you think, slut boy?"

"No mommy I don't deserve it," I agree pathetically.

"Stay as you are, while I give your brother his enema."

I could only listen to the noises again. Tobi's 'uugh' as the enema nozzle was pushed in, his moans and giggling, after mom spanks him playfully. Mom is right, all I wanted was to watch them now, not only watch, I wanted to push the thick nozzle into that plump butt of Tobi.

The bloody cold water was turned on again before I could get too aroused. My last bit of teenage pride, the sparse hair around my pee-pee, washed down the drain.

Mom put a blindfold on me and shoves the anal shower head roughly in my butthole. As my tummy is painfully filled with water to Mom's satisfaction, she calls Tobi to join us in the shower stall. I feel Tobi parking his butt right beside mine as it is very narrow inside the stall. She got a stool for herself, sitting beehind and above us.

"Now what a cute sight, my two sons on all fours getting their bowels cleaned out." I felt her feet pushing against my face.

"Lick it slut boy. Yeah, that's it. You should see yourself licking mommy's feet, you dumb faced slutty dog boy. Tobias, you can release yourself now! After you have shat everything out, get out of the stall and stand at attention."

Tobi pressed the shitty water out of him noisily. Somehow the drain must be blocked because I felt the unpleasant cold and now I knew dirty wetness rising up my hands, feet and knees. Mom let me add my waste to the dirty puddle in the shower basin.

"Tobi, do you have to piss? Yeah? Piss right on your pervert brother!"

"But mom!"

"Do you want to join him? Do it now or you will do your number two in your nappy for a week!"

"Ok, mom. On his body?"

"Everywhere. If you hit his face you will get a reward."

The next thing I felt was a warm stream of piss on my skin. Both mom and Tobi were laughing at me now.

"Be a good little slaveboy and piss in your nice shitty pool. If you don't start to piss in 30 seconds you will be in pain."

It was very embarrassing but I really had to piss now being wet and on all fours in cold water all this time.

"Right perve! Now get your tiny excuse of a dick down in the piss water. I want your toddler balls touching the floor."

I tried to twist my knees outwards and sat in a W shape like a little kid on the ground, but mom wasn't satisfied and pushed down on my shoulders until my butt was pressed firmly down in the piss and shit water-filled shower basin.

Mom now steps on the leash connected to my collar, so my face is slowly forced into the dirty water too.

"How does it feel slut boy? Now you are exactly where you belong in our family. On the bottom sitting in your own waste. Better get used to it. Now hold still mommy also has to pee now."

I could hardly breathe as I felt a thick warm stream again right in my hair. Oh god, why does mom hate me so much? She was never nice when she drank, but now I fear her even more than I ever feared Karl.

When she finally finished she made me lick her feet clean. She told me that I better accept my new role as a family slave now and be a very good and obedient slutboy for dad. That was the only way I was going to get along with her as Richard was much more important to her than me. There was no way out for me.

"Now sit like a pig in your piss puddle until I tell you you can get out. Think about your well deserved low place. Then clean off the bathroom, write your blog and report to dad. He will explain to you the punishment for being such a creepy slutty slave boy."

I write these lines for you guys sitting at my desk, sucking on a filled condom from Alexander, fearing what sort of punishment is awaiting me. I hope this amuses you. Are you satisfied now? I was a happy free boy before and now I am just a slave. Mom hates me. Dad uses me as a working slave and abuses me. I have no friends, no fun, no privacy. Surely this can't be right? Please have some mercy and stop following the blog. Or write in the comments that I should be treated better, like a human person. I beg you. I promise I will never be arrogant or a jerk again. I will be good. But this nightmare has to end.

To Be Continued