Chapter 1

"What a brat!" Nikki Carter said, once she and her best friend, Amber Keane, had finally got Amber's ten-year-old brother Noah to bed, overriding his whiny protests that he had not yet finished his computer game. Ever since Mrs Keane had left for her weekly poker school, the boy had been nothing but trouble, complaining that his fish fingers tasted funny, insisting on commandeering the main television set, calling out for a glass of water as if the girls were his personal servants and then, as usual, refusing to go to bed at the appointed time.

"I really don't know how your mum puts up with it," Nikki continued. "I know she shouts at him and I once saw her slap him, but…it's not really what you might call discipline."

Amber shook her head. "I know that mum is every bit as fed up with Noah as we are. I sometimes think she's just too tired to bother."

"Well, if I was her I would try to summon up the energy to give the brat a real spanking when he disses her – which you tell me he does pretty much all the time."

The two 16-year-olds sighed in unison. Nikki resumed her stroking of Amber's hair with one hand and gentle stimulation of her right breast with the other. They were not what Nikki called full-time lesbians – Pete had been her boy-friend for two years now, while Amber, the prettier of the two, lacked a steady boy-friend but basked in the admiration and attention of many of her male classmates. But once a week, while baby-sitting Noah, they had Amber's bedroom to themselves and made full use of it to indulge in some gentle girl-on-girl action.

Nikki eventually broke the silence. "If your mum won't discipline him, how about us doing it on her behalf?"

Amber sat bolt upright. She felt a definite sexual frisson at the turn the conversation had just taken.

"Wow! Just what do you have in mind?"

"Well how about we go into his bedroom right now, strip the bedclothes off him, pull down his PJs and give him one hell of a spanking!"

"Oh Jeez, what a great idea. Why did we not think of it before?"

"Better late than never! Let's go!"

In nothing but their T-shirts and panties, the two giggling adolescents made their way along the landing to Noah's bedroom. Shushing each other, they crept into the room and on the silent count of three ripped off the boy's bedclothes and quickly had his PJ bottoms concertinaed about his ankles.

Now wide awake, the boy screamed "what are you DOING?" and tried to wriggle away from his assailants. The assailants were having none of that. Amber straddled the boy's back to hold him in place while Nikki started the punishment beating. With all the force she could muster she proceeded to smack his plump little bottom. He cried out with pain, and begged the girls to stop. But the girls had only just started.

"Oh God, Nikki, this is way hotter than I thought it would be. The more you smack him the damper I get you-know-where."

"I guess we'd be more comfortable continuing the brat's punishment in the nude, don't you agree?"

Amber did agree. She continued to hold her brother down while her friend made a rapid divestment of her two items of clothing. Once she was naked she took over holding the whining boy down while his sister stripped. Then the two naked girls stuffed their sodden panties into Noah's mouth – he had after all been making rather too much noise for comfort – and resumed his punishment beating, but this time with Nikki holding him in place while Amber submitted him to a stinging cascade of wicked blows on his ever-reddening backside.

And that was the situation when Mrs Keane walked into the room.

Chapter 2

Jenny Keane's weekly poker school usually lasted until dawn, but on this occasion one of the members was taken ill after an hour. Once the ambulance had departed, the players agreed that they really did not feel like carrying on.

Jenny usually attended these all-night sessions with her best friend, Sue Croft, but Sue had cried off with a heavy cold and Jenny had the unwelcome prospect of a one-hour-plus drive home on her own. Without Sue's high spirits to support her, she soon found herself prey to black thoughts. And as usual they all centred on Noah.

It was Noah's breach delivery that had nearly killed her. It was Noah's very presence in her life that had triggered such an acute case of post-natal depression that she twice attempted suicide. She even contrived to blame Noah for the loss of her husband, Jake, as it was just two weeks after Noah's arrival that Jake announced that he was gay and about to make a new life with his boy-friend. And ever since that day Noah had contrived to make her life a living hell. He bawled non-stop as a baby, whilst tears, sulks and temper tantrums were never far from the surface from infancy on.

He had been, and still was, a pretty little boy, with curly fair hair, cupid's-bow lips and grey soulful eyes. But it was the sort of prettiness that chiefly impressed elderly ladies when they went shopping. As far as she was concerned those looks shouted "sissy", and it had never been part of her game plan to rear a sissy. Moreover he was not very bright and seemed quite incapable of making friends. He was subject to occasional mild bullying at school but for the most part his classmates simply ignored him. What on earth had she done to deserve such an unrewarding child?

These and similar thoughts had their usual effect of triggering a great suffusion of unfocussed rage. Little did she know that a focus for that rage was about to reveal itself.

As she approached her front door after parking her car, she noticed that the light was still on in Noah's bedroom. It was several years since she had finally succeeded in getting the boy to sleep with the light off and her rage took another uptick at this evidence of his disobedience. Yet as she opened the door some sixth sense told her to make no noise and see whether there was some other explanation for the light.

There was. As she tip-toed up the staircase she heard the wholly unexpected but quite unmistakable sounds of a gagged child being severely spanked. Her rage immediately morphed into something different and quite unexpected. Anger was still there but so too was sadistic sexual arousal. Standing silently outside the boy's door, she found the whole experience unbelievably exciting, and started frigging herself. But she soon realised two things. First, she could not remain a spectator. And second, whatever the girls were doing to him was not enough – not nearly enough. An evil smile played on her features as she hatched a plan, which would start with a little fun at the expense of Amber and Nikki.

"What the hell do you girls think you're doing?" she bellowed. "How dare you gag and spank a defenceless little boy!"

Both 16-year olds immediately turned pale, backed away from the boy, made unsuccessful attempts to conceal their nakedness and, in Amber's case, began to cry.

"We're so sorry, Mrs Keane," Nikki said. "We should never have done what we did. It was just that Noah has been exceptionally difficult this evening."

Jenny smirked. "I'm not sure I should forgive you – spanking the boy when anyone with an ounce of common sense would realise that what the little prick really needs is….. a prolonged belting followed by a caning!"

Jenny almost laughed out loud at the change in the two girls' expressions, as fear and contrition gave way, first to bemusement, then to realisation and finally to unbridled, lustful excitement.

"Amber, there are still some of dad's old belts in the spare bedroom. Go and get them, plus four of his old ties. And Nikki, cover yourself up and go to the garden shed where you will find a stock of bamboo canes. Bring the longest ones you can find." Whilst the girls did their fetching and carrying, Jenny shucked off all her clothes, wondering just how far she could safely go in chastising her son who just lay on his bed whimpering unable to comprehend what was happening.

She realised she could go quite a long way. Today had been the last day of summer term. It would be six weeks before the start of the new school year – plenty of time for any wounds to heal. Deciding what other measures she and the girls could take to make the boy's life an abject misery, and how they could ensure they got away with it without Noah squealing, was something for another day.

The girls returned with their little arsenal. Against the background noise of Noah's muffled cries and appeals, they first stripped and then spread-eagled the child, face down, tied his arms and legs to the four corners of the bedstead, took up a belt apiece and proceeded to flog him without mercy.

The spanking had already rendered his buttocks a charming pink. The belting had more colourful effects. It was not long before the pink had given way to a glowing red, and not long after that before his screams gave way to more muted sobs. Jenny knew what that meant.

"Girls, I don't think his arse is feeling anything any more. So let's turn our attention to his legs and back. After the count of three…one, two, three, GO!" Any suggestion that Noah was all screamed out was quickly disproved.

After half-an-hour the whole back of his body from neck to ankles was a uniform purply-brown and his screams had once again given way to whimpering. Which meant just one thing – it was now time to raise some serious weals on the brat's backside. His tormentors discarded their belts and picked up 2-3 foot [60-90 cm] lengths of bamboo cane. That was when the torture really began.

Chapter 3

Three days had passed. With her parents' consent, Nikki had taken up residence in the Keane household for the duration of the summer holidays. Noah had been kept locked in his bedroom except for twice-daily supervised visits to the bathroom. By common consent there was to be no more belting or caning until his wounds had healed, but that was of little solace to Noah. It was Nikki's idea to make a reality of the old cliché, "rub salt into the wounds". So every evening, since his beating, had ended with large handfuls of dishwasher salt being rubbed cruelly into his cuts and weals – an agonising experience which required the boy to be re-tied and re-gagged as his screams of pain equalled anything that he had voiced on night one.

On night two Noah was introduced to Jenny's collection of dildos. Even the well-greased, petite four-incher [10 cm] they started with caused him considerable discomfort. The six-incher [15 cm] brought forth howls of pain, but they left it lodged inside him for 24 hours all the same. And finally, he was impaled on the ribbed eight-incher [20 cm], an experience which he did not relish one little bit.

"Give him a good fucking, girls," said Mrs Keane. "I'm going to see if Sue has got over her cold."

With Noah safe – if that is the right word – in the care of the two girls, Jenny set out to visit her best friend.

The two women had known each other since primary school. There were no secrets between them – at least there had not been until now. Jenny was naturally wary about telling Sue what had happened three nights previously. However, Sue was the broadest-minded, dirtiest-talking woman she knew and one who had made her own loathing of Noah abundantly clear over the years. Jenny decided it would be safe to let her into the secret. Not all the details, of course – the nudity, the caning, the salt. The general gist would be enough.

"I have something quite unbelievable to tell you, Susie," she said during a break in the conversation.

"Oh I doubt that, sweets. I could believe just about anything of you!"

Fortified by Marlborough Bay's finest Sauvignon Blanc, Jenny's resolve to edit her narrative melted away. She described exactly what had happened in Noah's bedroom and exactly how the women in his life had used dishwasher salt the very next day to remind him of his comprehensive thrashing, and how – even as they were speaking – the two girls were fucking Noah with a an outsized ribbed dildo. Sue's eyes widened to saucer-size as the narrative unfolded, but Jenny's intuition was correct – there was not a scintilla of reproach in her reaction. She only had one question, one which truly set Jenny back on her heels.

"Just one thing to ask, babes. Did thrashing him give the little tyke an erection? Normally reliable sources suggest that this is the usual reaction of small boys to being beaten or buggered."

Rather feebly, Jenny replied: "ah…I never looked".

"Well," said Sue, "you've set out on an interesting course. What happens next?"

"Um, well, more beatings when he's got over the first one, I guess."

"Oh sweetheart, you really are lacking in imagination. There are so many cool things you could be doing to the little fuckwad…bastinado, strappado, water torture, electric shocks – the list just goes on and on."

"Well put it this way, I'm up for anything that won't leave traces when he starts secondary school in six weeks' time."

"And you think you can rely on him to keep quiet when school starts, when kindly teachers report his moody behaviour and try to establish what is wrong with him, and when traces of old wounds are visible every time he has a shower?"

"Gosh, Susie, you're right. I don't think he'll grass on us for what's happened so far. But I guess we have to stop right now."

Through hooded eyes, Sue stared at Jenny, took two puffs of her cigarette and a substantial slurp of wine, and spoke the words that would set in train events previously beyond the imagination of either of them.

"Jennifer Keane, listen very carefully to what I am about to say. You are a part-time secretary at Noah's primary school. I work in the local authority social services department, child care section. Noah is between schools. Between the two of us we can access and amend databases that will destroy all evidence of the little prick's miserable existence. He is about to turn 11 and start a new school. He has no neighbours – you live at the end of a private drive two hundred yards from a public road. He has no friends. He has no relatives apart from you, Amber and a queer father whom he last saw when he was a couple of months old. In the unlikely event that you need to explain his absence to anyone, he's living with his dad or is at boarding school. You know what this means, don't you honeybunch?"

Jenny knew what it meant. Her wet cunt and dry mouth knew what it meant. But she needed to hear Sue say it.

"It means that we can do anything we like to Noah. Absolutely anything."

Chapter 4

While Jenny and Sue were talking through the practicalities of removing every trace of Noah's existence from the records, Amber had left her brother in the tender care of Nikki and was cycling the two miles that separated her home from that of her father, Jake, and his boyfriend, Jordan. Jenny had long made it clear that she wanted nothing to do with her "faggot ex", but raised no objections to Amber maintaining a relationship with him. However, it was not Jake who opened the door to her but his partner.

"Come on in out of the cold, little one. Your dad's been delayed in the office and won't be back till nine at the earliest."

Initially disappointed, because she cherished the limited quality time that she spent with her dad, she now had the consolation of spending some quality time with his handsome hunk of a boyfriend instead. And she was bursting to tell him about Noah. She knew that her dad resented any reference to his biological son, but Jordan had no such misgivings. What Amber did not know, but was shortly to find out, was that Jordan was not just gay. He was also a paedophile and sexual sadist who had fantasised about abusing Noah ever since he had heard about the toddler.

"So, tell me about the brat," Jordan said. "What's he been up to now?"

Could she trust him to keep a secret? Her instincts told her that she could.

"Jordan, you've got to promise not to tell dad what I'm about to tell you. I don't think he would approve."

Jordan's cock swelled instantly. This sounded good! Amber could not help but notice his erection. It looked truly huge, and offered further reassurance that he would indeed keep her secret.

"But of course," he replied. "I won't breathe a word of anything you tell me to Jake." What he did not tell her was that he would eventually be sharing Amber's secret with an entire on-line network of sadistic pedos.

Amber proceeded to tell Jordan exactly what had happened the previous Friday – Noah's appalling behaviour, the girls' decision to teach him a lesson, the spanking, and her mum's unexpected return. When she got on to describing how Jenny had raised the stakes by getting the girls to whip, cane and sodomise Noah, and how he had been kept locked in his bedroom ever since, Jordan was perilously close to cumming.

All his adult life, Jordan had desperately wanted to abuse a pre-teenager in the worst possible way, but so far had had to make do with jerking off over photos, videos and sadistic pedo fiction, of which he had a huge cache, and sharing his fantasies with like-minded chat room buddies. Jake was aware that his partner was attracted to young boys in a way that he wasn't, but had no idea of the depth or sadistic nature of those desires so tolerated the fact. He respected Jordan's privacy and so had no idea of what he got up to on-line.

"So what happens next?" Jordan asked.

"Well it's the summer holidays now so I guess we'll keep him locked up and see if we can find further ways to punish him while waiting for his backside to heal. Right now, I have to tell you, it's a mess!"

Huge vistas of possibilities were opening up for Jordan. But one plan had already hatched in his febrile mind,

"Will your mum be going to her poker school on Friday, do you suppose? And if so, how long will she be away for?"

Amber immediately appreciated the purpose of this enquiry. Her teen cunt tingled.

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure she will. She and Sue always leave at seven and are never back before four, usually later – except last week, of course."

"OK, little girl, this is what is going to happen. During Friday afternoon you will give the brat a succession of enemas, some very cold, some very hot, all substantial enough to distend his belly. Also, give him only a small drink for breakfast and nothing whatsoever after that. We achieve two objectives for the price of one. Number one, there will be no risk of his messing the place up with his shit and piss. Whether they want to or not, little boys generally void themselves involuntarily when they are told that they are about to be tortured. Number two, you girls should get some real pleasure from hearing him howl as you clean him out.

"Within seconds of your mum leaving for her game next Friday, I will ring your doorbell. You and your chum Nikki will let me in and between us we will take your cumdump of a brother on journeys the like of which he could not imagine. By the time I leave he will have been both royally fucked and royally fucked up. Can you go along with that?"

"Oh yeah!"

Chapter 5

Amber slept very little that night. With Nikki sleeping the sleep of the dead, Amber frigged herself to more orgasms than she could count, imagining all the things that Jordan might do to her little sissy brother. It was almost morning when she finally drifted off, and it was nearly 10 o'clock when her best friend gently tapped her on the cheek.

"Nikki? What time is it?"

"Your mum asked me to wake you. Said she had something very important to discuss with us. And her friend Susan is here too."

It had to be something to do with Noah, Amber assumed. It was probably bad news. Susan had probably talked mum out of keeping Noah prisoner. She got up, dressed quickly and followed Nikki downstairs.

They found Jenny and Susan sitting at the kitchen table, drinking orange juice and eating croissants. Susan spoke first.

"Just a thought, Sweetie, but don't you think it's a bit rude for the four of us to be talking about your son behind his back?

Jenny looked pensive for a moment and then replied. "Good thinking, Susie. Girls, go back upstairs to his room – here's the key – bring him down, tie him to a chair and gag him. After all, we don't want him interrupting us whilst we're planning what to do with him."

Sexual tension pervaded the room like electricity during a thunderstorm. Of one thing Amber was now certain – she could not have been more mistaken about the purpose of this impromptu meeting. She and Nikki scuttled, giggling, out of the room.

Minutes later, Noah was tied firmly to the chair by his father's ties and gagged with two pairs of his sister's and friend's dirty panties. Once these were in place, the assembled company no longer had to put up with his wailing.

"Girls," Jenny began, "Susan and I had a long chat last night about the situation we find ourselves in. We agreed that what has happened already would land us all in serious trouble if word got out. But provided none of us start talking out of turn, the only way word would get out would be if the brat reported what had happened to him. We could prevent this by keeping him under lock and key, but eventually the authorities would come looking for him – unless…"

The two women smiled at each other, still relishing the ingenuity of their plan and the impatient excitement of the two girls as they waited to find out what came after 'unless'.

"…unless we destroy all evidence that the little sissy ever existed. And the jobs that Susie and I do make us ideally placed to do that. No-one will come looking for the brat once we have altered all the relevant records. He will be ours to do what we like with for as long as we like. Does this make sense to you, girls? Are you happy to be taking part in what are already illegal and immoral acts and will become ever more so? Because if either of you have misgivings, then we have to call the whole production off."

"I'm up for it, mum!"

"Me too," said Nikki. "But just one thing. When you say 'to do what we like with', subject to what limits?"

Jenny started to reply, but Susan cut across her.

"In the final analysis there will be no limits….."

From the corner of the room emerged a sound that would have been a scream had it not had been filtered through two pairs of soiled panties.

"…but there will be rules. We have made an investment in this brat and we want to make sure we get a good return on our investment. This means disciplining ourselves to avoid – how shall I say? – degrading our investment too rapidly. What I suggest is this. We agree here and now a time-frame during which we will subject the little faggot to all the pain and humiliation we can think of. I would propose a timeframe of just over two years, from today till his 13^th birthday. We divide that two-year period up into three phases. In Phase One we avoid doing anything from which he cannot recover. In Phase Two we can do anything which does not actually threaten his life. And in Phase Three …well I don't think I need to say anything more about Phase Three. Over the days ahead I will draw up a schedule of all the things that each of us want to do to him under each of these three headings. So let your imaginations rip!"

Chapter 6

"God, this is so hot!" said Nikki, once the girls were back in Amber's bedroom. "Strip off, lover girl, I need to come!"

"It's much hotter than you realise," Amber said as she removed her T-shirt. She proceeded to give her girlfriend a detailed report of her meeting the previous night with Jordan. "He's promised he will let us watch while he fucks the brat, and he assured me that his cock is even longer and thicker than the largest of the dildos we have been using on him!"

"Oh Amber, I never dreamed when we decided to give him a spanking that within a week he would end up being fucked by a gay stud with a huge dick! Or that your mum's best friend would tell her that we should abuse the brat without limit. Susan is clearly a sick sadist – and I love her for it!"

"Question is," Amber said after a pause, "should we tell mum about Jordan? She's never met him, but clearly loathes him for seducing dad, so I wouldn't normally expect them to get along. But they have one important thing in common, don't they? They both want to subject the little cunt to the worst possible punishment and abuse."

Nikki thought for a moment. "What I suggest is this. You don't tell her or Susan – yet. We take pictures of Jordan fucking the brat on Friday and whatever else he gets upto with him. And then, on Saturday morning, we show her the pictures and see how she reacts. My guess is, getting a man – even a queer – to abuse the brat will outweigh any bad feelings she has towards him for stealing her husband. After all, without a man to fuck him he won't really be abused, will he?"

"Hmmm. I believe there are such things as strap-on dildos, you know, some of them even larger than Jordan's horse-cock, I would guess. But yes, you're right, a real man with a real cock – particularly an extra-large cock – will help to keep the party lively."

The party was to prove even livelier than Amber expected. But meanwhile…

Meanwhile the girls had Susan's three-phase abuse schedule to discuss.

Chapter 7

"You need to tell Jordan that he can't do anything life-threatening or permanently damaging to Noah – yet!" said Nikki, "subject to which he can of course torture him in any way he likes! As long as we get to see, naturally!"

"What about phases two and three?" asked Amber, speeding up her stimulation of her girlfriend's clit while she spoke. "Any ideas?"

"Oh yes!" Nikki replied, as her cuntal secretions drenched her girlfriend's hand. "Lots of ideas! After we all torture his pathetic little cock and balls for hours and hours, I want to be the one who gets to cut them off. By then of course they will be so burned, mangled and cut to shreds that he will probably thank me – I don't think! Your turn."

"I want to subject him to some of the good old-fashioned tortures you read about in history books! I want to break him on the rack – stretch his weedy little body until his backbone snaps. Your turn."

"This is so sexy! Knowing that we aren't just fantasising – we're actually talking about real things we can really do to a real boy. I want to put his eyes out!"

"We can do better than that, babes. We can deprive him of not just his eyes, but also his tongue, his lips, his voice box, his hearing and his four limbs, turning him into a blind, deaf, mute torso no longer able to annoy us with his whinging, no longer able to tell how we are going to torture him next, and no longer able to complain about what we have done to him. The day we do all that will be the happiest day of my life. Snuffing him – which I guess we will have to do eventually – will be an anti-climax by comparison. Oh Jesus, I'm cumming again – big time! Aaaaah!"

When Amber opened the front door shortly after seven on the following Friday, she found that Jordan was accompanied by two uninvited guests, both several inches taller than him, and he was by no means a short man, one dressed like Jordan in smart casual-wear and the other predominantly in leather and metal. All three were carrying holdalls with contents the girls could only guess at.

Chapter 8

Little 10-year-old Noah Keene sat huddled up on his bed, as far back and as close to the wall as he could get. He had heard the doorbell ring and could now make out some at least of the animated conversation that was taking place between his sister and the – one, two or was it three visitors? Amber sounded as if she was complaining about something. Phrases like "not what we agreed" and "how can I trust them" wafted upstairs, followed by distinctly unfriendly responses like "don't care what you think" and "not turning my back on the opportunity of a lifetime". Noah had no idea who these people were, but he was sure that it was him they were talking about and that the visitors were going to harm him.

The past week still struck Noah as an unreal nightmare from which he would surely wake up soon. Being spanked by Amber and Nikki was bad enough, but he had to admit to himself he had been a bit of a brat and perhaps deserved at least some of the punishment.

No, it was his mother's unexpected arrival, the few seconds of hope that she would put a stop to the spanking and then the awful realisation that she – his own mother – his mummy – was egging the girls on to make his ordeal even worse and was clearly deriving real pleasure from doing so – it was this that made him sob his heart out every day for the past week.

He had in fact hardly seen his mother after the punishment beating ended. Since then it was Amber and Nikki who provided him with his meagre meals, served humiliatingly in dogfood dishes with no cutlery – who had forced a succession of ever-larger dildos up his arse and taped them in place, and who had accompanied him twice a day to the bathroom. There they kept him under close surveillance even when he was pooping. It could hardly get more embarrassing than that.

There had been no further beatings and with his backside slowly healing the girls had clearly now decided that the salt treatment was getting ineffective. There was of course the discomfort of having a dildo forced up his arse and the occasional slap if he failed to obey the girls' commands promptly enough. He had not really grasped the true meaning of the conversation he had only half-listened to when he had been dragged down to the kitchen. He had even started to think that things were appearing to get a bit better which had raised his hopes that his punishment might be coming to an end. Then today's series of painful hot and cold enemas the girls had inflicted on him and now, the ominous male voices from downstairs convinced Noah, correctly, that they were in fact going to get very much worse, very soon.

Chapter 9

"So you must be Noah, "Jordan said, a smirk on his face. "What a pretty little girly-boy you are, just crying out to be severely punished and fucked. Well I and my two close associates here are ready to treat you exactly the way you deserve. My name is…well actually there is no need to tell you my name. If you have to address me – and I doubt that will be necessary – just call me master. I and my associates – whose names you really don't need to know, just call them Pinky (pointing to the smartly dressed one) and Perky (indicating the Goth) – anyway, I and my associates are friends of your dad's and he has told us what an appallingly badly-behaved child you are and has begged our assistance in punishing you so severely that you will never misbehave again – if indeed we let you live long enough to face that choice.

"But..but…" Noah stammered, "but I don't know my dad. I know nothing about him. How can he know…?

"You may know nothing about him," Jordan lied, "but rest assured he knows plenty about you. It's only because he and your mother don't get along that he isn't here to preside over your punishment himself. Anyway, we're wasting valuable torture time listening to your whining. Pinky, Perky – let's get this show on the road. String him up!"

The two girls watched goggle-eyed from the doorway as Perky opened a large leather bag and spread its contents on Noah's bed. The girls gasped and shuddered with arousal as dildos appeared far larger and more cruelly studded than anything they had used on the boy yet. There were several items totally unfamiliar to the girls but whose purposes would soon become apparent – nipple clamps, iron weights, blow-torches, butt plugs, O-rings, ball-gags, spiked collars, cattle prods and shiny metal objects which they would learn were called specula. Not to mention whips and chains…

Pinky took two lengths of chain, threw them over the bedroom door and affixed them to the external door handle. Perky dragged Noah to the door and told him to raise his hands as far as possible. The little boy, scared out of his mind, complied. Pinky next attached leather cuffs to the chains just above Noah's hand height and lifted him off the ground. Once the cuffs were in place around his wrists, only the tips of his toes touched the ground. Noah was now bawling with pain and fear – and the whipping hadn't even started yet!

First, there were the nipple clamps to attach. It took a while to manipulate Noah's tits until they protruded far enough for the clamps to be affixed and the first weights to be suspended from them. Noah's screams were unremitting.

"That's quite enough noise for one night," Jordan said. "Girls, pick a ball gag – the largest you think you can squeeze into his mouth if you force it as far open as it will go. Don't worry if you dislocate his jaw. No-one ever died from a dislocated jaw. Or if you think you've nearly forced it in but not quite, you have my permission to use the pair of pliers you will see on the bed to remove a few of his front teeth!"

It was a matter of mild disappointment to the girls that they managed to install the ball gag without too much mouth-stretching and with no recourse to dentistry.

Jordan addressed Noah. "Kiddo, I have good news and bad news for you. The good news is that well before the evening is over I will have removed the ball-gag. The bad news is that the only reason for doing so will be to allow my two associates and me to fuck your face until you can't breathe. You will just have to hope that none of us gets carried away to the point where we actually choke you to death. But if we do, it will have been in a good cause – us getting our rocks off and the world being rid of a pathetic sissy.

"Right girls, just one more task for you to perform before the whipping begins. You will find a number of cock rings on the bed. Pick the smallest one that will allow you to force the brat's cock and balls through it, but before doing so make him stiff. The best way to achieve this will be for one of you to masturbate him whilst the other fucks him with a decent-sized dildo. Also you'll see there are one-pound weights with hooks that can be be fixed to his cock-ring. You know that when they are a bit older than this brat, boys' balls descend. Well, we're going to use heavy weights to advance the process. Oh and last but not least, bring a mask for his eyes. We don't want to blind him whilst we whip him. Not yet anyway. Off you go!"

Ten minutes later the naked little boy was hanging by his wrists – nipple clamps, ball-gag, mask, cock-ring and weights firmly in place – sporting nearly three inches [7.5cm] of rock-hard, pre-pubescent cock whilst Perky prowled in front of him, an evil grin on his face and a vicious looking whip in his right hand. Its dildo-shaped wooden handle was six inches [15 cm] in length whilst each of the three leather strands was fully three feet [91 cm] long. It was going to make quite an impact, in every sense of the word, on the distressed 10-year-old, and the impact was clearly going to be felt first on his more vulnerable front where his face and genitals would be amongst the immediate objects of Perky's sadistic attention.

The evening's entertainment proper was about to begin.

Chapter 10

Hardened sadists though they now were, Amber and Nikki could scarcely believe what they were seeing. The caning they had administered just a week previously had been vicious enough – certainly much more so than the belting that had preceded it. Weals had been raised; blood had been spilt, screams had been muffled. But the whipping that Noah was now undergoing was clearly right off the pain scale by comparison.

Perky knew his business. After one blow he would wait up to 20 seconds before administering another. Spreading the punishment out like this had several benefits. The boy's anguish was increased by simply not knowing when and where the next blow would fall. And the risk of the boy fainting, or of his nerve endings becoming numb, was greatly reduced.

The girls were conflicted. The sight of their 10-year-old bête noire being flogged mercilessly, of blood flowing and skin flying, was exhilarating beyond belief and yet…

"Um, Perky," said Nicky, frigging herself as she spoke, "we've agreed that for the time being we are not going to do anything that would cause Noah lasting damage. Perhaps you should ease up just a little and steer clear of his face. I'm not sure those deep cuts on his cheeks will heal."

It was Jordan who answered. "Missie, I don't give a flying fuck what you think you agreed. I never agreed any restrictions on what we do to the cunt. If we decide we want to flog him to death, there is absolutely nothing you can do to stop us. But if it's any consolation I can assure you that we are having so much fun that we will certainly be keeping the cunt alive and fully responsive to our attentions for weeks to come yet. But his body will be a mess, no doubt about that."

Nicky and Amber looked at each other. Already the abuse regime proposed by Sue had broken down. Phases one and two had merged under the force of Perky's whip. Their expressions suggested that the girls were not entirely unhappy about this development. There was in any case absolutely nothing they could do to prevent it.

Perky resumed his whipping. To emphasise that he was in control, his first three strikes lashed the little boy's face.

Chapter 11

Only when Noah's body – back and front – was a bloody mess did the whipping stop.

"All right," said Jordan, "it's time to give the sissy the fucking of a lifetime. Clothes off, everyone. And that means you too, girlies.

Undressing in front of three men, two of them totally unknown to them until a few hours ago, is something that neither girl would normally have contemplated. But there was nothing remotely normal about the situation in which they currently found themselves. The girls stripped, exposing their damp cunts for all to see. Meanwhile the men had unchained Noah, placed him in a kneeling position on the bed and rechained him so that he could not move any of his limbs.

The naked girls found the sight unfolding in front of them unbelievably exciting, not least because all three men were sporting massive erect cocks that were surely never intended to be used on a little 10-year-old boy. But that is exactly how they were about to be used. It was as well that the boy had been well prepared for this part of his ordeal by having ever larger dildos forced up his arse. The men neither knew nor cared how much damage they were doing to the child as they fucked him, but they would have done a great deal more damage if he still had been an anal virgin.

An hour later, after each of the men had fucked Noah twice, they invited the girls to reacquaint him with the largest of the dildos. While the girls were having their fun forcing an outsize studded dildo all the way into the child's bowels and out again, over and over again, the men prepared to expose him to some serious pain. Pinky produced a culinary blow-torch, Perky equipped himself with a handful of pins of varying sizes and Jordan fished out three candles – one small enough to be shoved up the child's urethra, one of them large enough to require the use of major force to ram it into the boy's arsehole, and one of intermediate size to allow molten wax to be deposited on whatever part of the boy's anatomy took their fancy. Within minutes, the boy had been rechained on his back with his legs anchored to the headboard and his arse well exposed. Whereupon the burning and piercing began.

The studded dildo was replaced with the largest of the candles which was allowed to burn its way slowly towards the boy's buttocks. His cock – still amazingly erect after his whipping – and his balls were cased in molten wax before the final candle, very long and quite thin, was pushed down his urethra and into his bladder. Once fully inserted, this candle too was lit and burnt its way merrily towards Noah's cockhead. The men were now free to start heating the pins with the blow-torch and apply them liberally to the boy's face, nipples and genitals

The girls were aware that this evening's proceedings had got totally out of hand, but were powerless to intervene. Nor, frankly, did they really wish to. How much nicer to carry on listening to the brat's muffled screams as ever more imaginative uses were made of the heated needles. The girls actually came volubly when Pinky used a pair of pliers to pull Noah's tongue out to its maximum extent and Perky forced a red-hot needle all the way through it to hold it in place, protruding a couple of inches from his mouth and just begging to suffer further abuse, which of course was immediately forthcoming.

"OK guys," said Jordan eventually. "Time's up. His mum will be back soon and I'd rather not be around to welcome her."

"Aw, party-pooper!" moaned Pinky. "One quick fuck before we go?"

"All right," Jordan replied, "but be sure it is a quickie. I know you like showing you can keep going for an hour or more, but I want us all out of here in ten minutes."

That proved more than enough time for the three men to have one last fuck in the now blistered hole before unchaining Noah, packing up their stuff, blowing kisses at the girls, and leaving.

Chapter 12

Noah's assailants might have left the house but they had also left behind evidence of their evening's amusement. When Jenny Keane returned home from her poker school at four in the morning the first thing she did was to look in on Noah. She assumed that, as per the previous Friday, the girls would have been having a good time with him and Jenny was anxious to wallow in her son's degradation. She found him lying on his front, stark naked, with his hands tied to the bedpost and his backside criss-crossed with the cuts and weals of an extended torture session. The bamboo canes that had been put to such good use the previous week were still leaning against the wall and Jenny was tempted to add further colour to Noah's backside.

And then she saw something that made her blood chill. Coagulated around the entrance to his anus was a large quantity of blood, faeces and (this was the chilling bit) sperm. No great powers of detection were required to conclude that the girls had had male company. Regardless of the early hour she stormed into her daughter's bedroom and shouted at the girls, "What the hell happened? Who was here last night?" Still half asleep, Amber mumbled about how they had given Noah a good beating and put the bigger dildos to use."

"And just which of you two has grown a cock and balls in the last couple of days capable of pumping the brat full of sperm? Jesus, have you any idea just how reckless you have been? Who the hell did you allow in?"

Both girls were sobbing by now, as the sheer stupidity of involving Jordan and his two friends sank in. Amber faithfully reported her meeting with Jordan and both girls swore they had no idea he would be bringing along two accomplices. Gradually Jenny calmed down as she realised that, although the girls had indeed been reckless, the three men had an even greater incentive than she did to keep quiet about the night's proceedings. As her fear of discovery ebbed so other emotions took its place. The realisation that Noah had been grossly abused by three men as well as two girls added copiously to the sexual arousal she had experienced when she first saw Noah – naked, immobilised and comprehensively beaten. "We'll talk about this more in the morning," she said and retreated to her own bedroom, where she managed to give herself three orgasms.

When she woke up at 11 the first thing she did was to ring Sue, who took the news of the male incursion rather more calmly than Jenny had expected. "I think you are right," she said, "to assume that our secret is safe with these people. But our original plan for a nice leisurely two-year programme of pain and abuse – well that has already been scuppered by the rather over-enthusiastic behaviour of these gentlemen. I think we need to compress our two year plan into just one day and bring this whole affair to a speedy conclusion."

"You mean…?"

"I think you know what I mean. We'll spend next week kitting out your basement and then we'll have ourselves an orgy to end all orgies, the main feature being that whilst eight people will enter the basement next Friday evening only seven will leave it."

The enormity of what Sue had just said – the fact that what had previously been a theoretical possibility was now a probability – the fact that she would now be complicit in the sexual torture and murder of her own son – all caused a tsunami of emotions to wash over her.

"Oh God YES" she gasped.

Chapter 13

Two years later…

"Now are you sure you've got everything, Noah?" Jake Keane asked his 12-year-old son. "Say good-bye to Mrs Dyson and thank her for looking after you so well since…since…over the past two years."

"I've got all my stuff and I've said good-bye and thank-you. Can we just go now?"

They had a long drive ahead of them. Jake had realised that he could not bear to carry on living in the house he had shared with Jordan, and that his work did not need to be done in an urban environment at all, thanks to the miracles worked by Skype and Zoom. So he had escaped to the country in the hope that officialdom would allow him to exercise his paternal rights, even though for almost all of the past 12 years he had not featured in the boy's life at all. After much bureaucracy, officialdom had obliged and today he was allowed to retrieve his son from his foster-mother, not just for a weekend or bank holiday, but for good.

After some chit-chat about getting a pet, the boy immersed himself in his new iPhone, leaving Jake to his own thoughts, chief of which was how lucky he was, firstly, that his son was even alive and, secondly, that belatedly he was going to be a real father.

And it was all possible because his computer had crashed one Friday.

He had been about to prepare a document against the clock when disaster struck and his screen turned blue. However, he was aware that Jordan had not bothered to take his own laptop with him whilst allegedly visiting his parents, and Jake was pretty certain that he remembered the password.

Not only was he able to log on, but he found himself staring at his lover's in-box which was dominated by a series of messages from two individuals calling themselves Pinky and Perky. Natural suspicion about a lover who had erred on previous occasions led Jake to read some of these messages, and it did not take long before the full enormity of what Jake had been up to became apparent. He and these Pinky and Perky people had been engaged in the sexual abuse of a small boy and were now planning to abuse him again. There were lurid details of what they had done and even more lurid details of what they were about to do. It looked for all the world as if they were proposing to snuff the child.

And then one word jumped off the page. Amber. Sick with fear, Jake read on until it was clear that the victim was indeed his son and the torture was due to occur that very evening in the presence of his ex-wife and daughter.

He phoned the police. Forty minutes later they smashed down the door to Jake's former home, stormed into the basement and arrested all seven of the conspirators. What followed was a blur of hospital visits, court hearings, police interviews, social service visits, sessions with psychiatrists and counsellors, and interminable delays before the seven were actually tried, convicted and sentenced. And throughout all of that there was the slow process of bonding with a son whom he had last seen as a baby and the equally slow and far harder process of finding an appropriate new relationship with Amber. (With Jenny he had no desire for any relationship at all, and the same was of course true of Jordan.)

Noah snapped him out of his reverie.

"Dad," he asked, "can I ask you something, sort of personal?"

"Sure, son, whatever you like."

"Dad, do gay men like boys as well as men?"

Whew, Jake thought, I didn't see that one coming.

"If by 'like' you mean 'want to have sex with' then the answer is: some do but most don't – just like straight men."

"Dad, can I ask, are you one of the 'some' or one of the 'most'?

Jake knew that he had paused far too long before answering, and his son was bright enough to realise that his reply was at best a half-truth.

"I like boys, and I love one boy very much, but in a good way, and you know very well who that boy is, but I've never had sex with a boy."

"But Jordan was one of the 'some', right?"

"So it would seem," Jake grunted. He really didn't want to talk about Jordan to his son or anyone else.

Noah was silent for a while, then suddenly he blurted out: "Dad, I think I'm gay. And there's someone I love in what you called a bad way as well as a good way. I want to have sex with…oh God, I can't say it…I want to have sex with…."

Naively, Jake assumed that his son wanted to have sex with one of his school friends, or perhaps one of the hunkier games masters. "Take your time Noah. Whatever you say you know you'll always have my full support."

"I want to have sex with…I want to have sex with…MY OWN FATHER!"

Having said that, the boy burst into tears. Jordan, his heart beating 200 to the minute, pulled off into a lay-by and put his arm around the boy's shoulder. Luckily the boy's tears gave him time to decide how the hell to respond to this revelation.

"Noah," he said eventually, once the boy's sobs had died down, "listen to me. You have been through the worst ordeal imaginable. The psychiatrists frankly have no idea how it will have affected you, though everyone is impressed by how well your recovery is going. It is possible that, despite the terrible pain and fear you suffered, there was something about the experience – something about knowing that men lusted after you and wanted to have sex with you – which struck a more positive chord with you, and that at some level you are actually missing that sensation and would like to have it back. Does that make any sort of sense to you?"

Noah nodded.

"OK, son, that's the easy part. Now for the difficult part. As I said just now, I like boys but have never had sex with one. But ever since you re-entered my life I have found myself more and more attracted to you. Had we lived under the same roof for the past 12 years we would probably both have developed an immunity against incestuous feelings. That's why most paedophiles are attracted to other people's sons, not their own. But in our case that barrier of inhibition never got a chance to develop.

" I get real pleasure – let me be honest, real sexual pleasure – from our hugs and kisses and fondling. Pleasure, yes, but not ultimate satisfaction. Over the months I have come to appreciate that for ultimate satisfaction I need the best of both worlds. I need a son to love but I also need a lover to love. Until twenty minutes ago I thought I would have to settle for just one of the two. I had no intention of grooming you or seducing you. I had too much respect for you and was desperately anxious not to do anything that would inhibit your recovery. But now…oh Jesus, Noah, if having sex with me is what you really, really want, then I have to tell you that my sexual drive is too strong and my will-power too weak to deny you."

Whereupon he took his son's head in his hands and kissed him on the lips. When the boy reacted by opening his mouth wide, Jake's tongue accepted the invitation with alacrity. When the boy placed his hand tentatively on Jake' erect cock, Jake placed his hand rather more firmly on the boy's. When the boy unzipped his father's trousers – a difficult manoeuvre in the circumstances – Jake helped the boy to liberate his cock so that it was ready for sucking. And when the sucking had reached the stage where Jake knew that ejaculation was not too far away, he grabbed his son by the ears and forced his cock as far down the boy's throat as he could. And as he ejaculated he realised to his delight that his son was doing so too.

After delight came guilt. A better, more honourable Jake would have gently but firmly resisted his son's advances. A father's love for his son was surely a wonderful thing and did not require an additional sexual dimension. What he had just done constituted a serious criminal offence. And the reason it was an offence was because it was morally wrong. To take advantage of his son's fucked-up emotional state was about as despicable an act as he could imagine.

And yet.

Here was a boy on the cusp of boyhood and manhood, or at any rate adolescence, old enough to know what he wanted and with wants and needs that Jake could only guess at. The genii of Noah's wants and needs was now out of the bottle and nothing Jake could do or say now would put it back. He would make it clear to Noah that when, as would surely be the case at some stage, he no longer wanted a sexual relationship with his father, there would be no recriminations, no pleading to the boy to change his mind, just a philosophical acceptance of the fact that all good things come to an end.

Meanwhile, he was going to continue the drive home and once they arrived he would haul his pretty 12-year-old son into his bedroom and fuck him senseless.

The End