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A Boy in Trouble

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A Boy in Trouble

Part 5

'Roadmap' of Part 5

5a

It seemed to take most of the night to drive to where the exchange was going to take place. I hadn't been told much, only that I should try to get some sleep as it would be a very long drive. While I didn't particularly enjoy my time in the boot of the old banged up sedan, I hadn't put up too much fuss over having to get in there in the first place.

A slave knows his place. He'll do what he can to please his betters and especially his master without ever expecting or demanding anything in return.

That was what D had explained to me after he told me I should never use the word no to any order given to me. That's why I hadn't said no when they told me I was going to be in the boot until the time they'd let me out. It really wasn't too uncomfortable, there was plenty of space for me to stretch out if I wanted to and T had put plenty of blankets on the floor of the boot to make it nicer for me.

I only wish I could turn on the light. The only light in here is when D or T brakes and the brake light lits up.

I had found the boot light by letting my fingertips search the ceiling of the boot. Well, at least I had found the fixture for it. Okay, I had found the half that remained of the fixture. The glass part of it was gone, as was the bulb.

I yawned, it was well past any normal kid's bedtime. While I drifted off to sleep I once again repeated the process of entering the address for the secret site. I could see the tablet in front of me, saw how my two index fingers tapped the different letters and numbers, how I switched between the three different types of input screens as I entered the address. I fell asleep halfway through the second imaginary process.

***

When I woke, the car had stopped and so had the engine. I think it was the missing sound from the engine that caused me to wake up. I strained my ears and tried to pick up any sounds from outside the car. There were none, but I could hear the somewhat muffled conversation between D and T from where they were sitting in the cabin of the car.

"Are you sure this is the place?"

"Positive. We just got here a little early. We've been waiting for ten minutes, but it's only a couple of minutes later than what we agreed. Let's wait for a little while more, he may still show up."

"Or, you could start the car and we can go back. I still don't like this."

"T, we've been through this before. Yes, it's risky for every one of us, if Søren makes a mistake but you need to have faith. Søren is a smart kid, he'll be able to work things out."

"That's the exact same thing you said about Cho. And we never heard from him again."

"Don't talk so loud, Søren may be able to hear us. But, yes…"

I'm not the first? I thought I was! How many other kids before me have failed and what happened to them?

I heard the sound of another vehicle pulling up next to us. The engine wasn't shut off and I could both hear and feel when D and T got out of the sedan.

"Do you have him?" I heard a female voice ask from the outside.

"Yes. But… Uh, we were expecting someone else."

"Well, I'm all you get. I have the money. 18,500 Gold right? It's in the back. This one has better be worth it, the gold probably weighs more than he does."

"I'm sure your, I'm sorry, I don't know your relations to Søren's new owner?"

"I work for him. That's all you need to know and all I'm going to tell you."

"Right, well Søren is a clever boy, and while I can't say he's been fully broken in yet, I'm sure your employer will appreciate having him as a slave."

"Again, that isn't any of your concern after the transaction. You'll never hear from me, the boy, nor my employer again. You'll find the account on the site has been removed. My employer only wanted the boys he has procured and will not be on the market again for a long time to come. Let me see the boy then you can have the gold. Quickly now, the sun is about to rise and I don't want to be seen around here."

"He's in the trunk."

"Pop it open for me, then have him sit up."

When the boot lid opened above me I sat up without needing to be told. I was instantly blinded by the light from a powerful flashlight.

"Boy, come out from there, but if you know what's good for you, you'll keep your hands on the car," the female said.

She put a single padded leather cuff on my right wrist and made sure it sat tight but not too tight to hurt me. A short chain was locked to the cuff and she led me by it to the back of the van she had arrived in. D and T had already moved the bags of gold out of the van and were busy weighing them.

"You'll find all of the gold is there. It has been a pleasure doing business with you. Do not try to follow me when I leave, I have people watching you. It would be such a shame having to kill you, now you've handed over such a lovely young boy," she said and made me enter the van before padlocking the chain to a fairly sturdy looking eyelet sitting low on the side of the van.

The doors shut and I was once again surrounded by complete and utter darkness.

Less than a minute later I was driven to a place, still noone had bothered to tell me where was.

***

When I was let out, I was inside a garage. The brick work was of very high quality but I didn't really notice it at first when I quickly had a look around while I followed the lady. She was thin and half a head or so taller than me. Her hair was black, straight and hung down to her shoulders. She wore a very business-like suit with a skirt and a tight jacket and her high heels clicked against the tiled floor while she walked in front of me.

She hadn't said a word to me at all, had only used gestures to tell me what to do. That changed when the door to the garage shut behind her. We were now inside a house, or that is what I thought anyway, since the room we had entered was warmer than the garage had been.

"Right, boy. Søren is it?" She asked.

"Yes, miss."

"Call me Vanessa. You're now the property of Mr Abd. You're never to call him that, you will address him as Father. The two other boys he has purchased are now your brothers. Your younger brother is Chico and your older brother is Francis. Mr Abd will treat you like you're his son. Well, somewhat at least. He will do things to you family members normally wouldn't do to each other. Other than that he will treat you exactly like you're his son."

She told me that while she removed the cuff from my wrist.

"If you behave yourself, you'll live a very pleasant life. However, Mr Abd is a very strict man and he expects you to always do your best, whether it is working hard, learning or whatever else he or I tell you to do. If you don't, you will learn I have a very creative mind when it comes to punishments. Mr Abd and I will be demanding, but we know you're only ten and won't tell you to do something that is clearly impossible for you.

"While inside your bedroom with the door shut, you can either wear your pyjamas or stay naked. That's up to you but when you're anywhere else in the house, you will be wearing your pyjamas. I'll have some made for you when I've taken your measurements, for now, you will wear this," she said and held up a quite small looking footed onesie.

"It'll probably be a bit tight in places, but Mr Abd doesn't want to see you streaking around his house naked. If you go outside to play, you will put on a pair of wellies and if the weather requires it, a coat. If you are told to go outside to work, you'll be told what to wear by the gardener. Do you understand so far, Søren?"

"Yes, Vanessa," I said.

This slave thing doesn't seem to be so bad, if I just do what Mr Abd, uh, Father says. I don't want to call him Father, I have one already, though I don't know where the hell he is!

"Tell me what I have just told you. In your own words," she told me.

"Well, when going outside, I need to remember to put on a pair of wellies first, and a coat if it's cold. Inside the house I have to always wear pyjamas, unless I'm in my room. I have to do what Mr… Father and you tell me and always be a good boy."

"Very good, Søren. Let's see, when you're inside, outside too for that matter, you will need to be careful. There are valuable and fragile things both inside and outside. Even the flooring is antique and that's why you need to wear the footed onesies. The floors are polished hardwood and we don't want to have it dirtied by your bare feet. Hmm, bedtime… That's 20:30, that means you'll be in your bed by 20:30 at the latest, not necessarily sleeping, but in bed, teeth brushed and everything taken care of.

"You're not to get out of bed until awakened the next morning. Which you will be at 06:00. If you're found outside your bed, measures will be taken to prevent it from happening again, but I'm sure that won't be necessary with you. Chico, well, now he's a different story, but you're old enough to understand. Oh, if Mr Abd asks for you to keep him company at night, you'll disregard your bedtime. I doubt he will, not for an entire night, he knows a young boy needs his sleep to grow up to be a healthy man."

I wanted to ask several questions, like for how long I was going to be Mr Abd's slave son, and what would happen to me when I at some point in time would turn into the healthy man Vanessa had mentioned. I kept quiet however, since D had instilled in my mind that slaves weren't to speak unless spoken to. While I hadn't practiced being a slave, D had at least explained some of what would be expected of me.

I won't stay here for long anyway. Mr Abd surely isn't an officer in the LAoV [Liberal Army of Vengeance], he's just a sad and lonely man with far too much money and he thinks he can use them to buy himself a family. Family isn't bought, it's something you are.

I was still going to act my part, I'd be one of the sons he so clearly wanted, but only for as long as it took someone from LAoV to visit the house. At that time, I'd do my best to make him take me with him.

***

The onesie Vanessa handed me had green and blue bunnies on it. Like all over and I nearly forgot my promise to myself of always doing as I was told. I hesitated for a while before putting it on. The onesie was indeed too small, but since it was made out of stretchy fleece fabric I managed to get it worked up over my shoulders after putting my arms into the long sleeves. I suppose the sleeves were really meant to end up at my wrists, but they were a good 5 or 6 cm [~2"] too short. Same with the legs, but since it was footed, they just stretched to fit.

It's really digging into my bum crack though. And my private parts aren't exactly private anymore. They weren't so obvious when I was all naked!

I had to rearrange my bits as the seam in the crotch of the onesie had forced my nuts quite far apart and that didn't feel nice at all. I tried to tug the onesie into place, but it was stretched as far as it would go.

I'll just have to unzip it and reach my hand inside. It won't take but a second. The zipper is right under my chin, there, now I just have to tug it down.

"Ow!" I cried out in pain.

"No fiddling with your clothing outside your bedroom, Søren! Actually, no fiddling with anything, including your body. That includes scratching, picking your nose and whatever else a naughty boy may think of doing. You can do all of that in your bedroom or in the connecting bathroom."

You could've just said so, you didn't need to slap my bum so hard. Oh boy, this is going to be much harder than I thought.

I could instantly feel several places on my body that itched, seemingly more so, after I had been told I couldn't scratch them! And my nuts were still divided by the seam in the tight onesie.

"I'll show you to your room now. I'll let you sleep for a couple of hours, you must be tired from the journey here. At lunch, I'll introduce you to your brothers and tonight, you'll meet your father."

He will never be my father!

Vanessa guided me through the house after she had stepped into a pair of home slippers. Everywhere I looked it was like a display of money. Old-looking tapestries hung from the high ceiling covering most of the walls and the part of the walls, that weren't covered with the carpet-like paintings, were covered with wooden panels. The furniture could have come straight out of a children's fairy-tale castle, most of it old and heavy. Certainly not something I imagined would be very child-friendly.

"When you're not in your room, you're not to sit on any furniture. You're to remain standing unless Mr Abd or I tell you otherwise. The only exceptions to this rule are in the kitchen, dining hall and the study hall. There you have your own designated chairs. I'll show you which ones are yours later."

We walked through a long corridor with a narrow carpet in the exact middle of the corridor. The carpet was about a meter [~3 feet] wide and on both sides of it was hardwood flooring. Vanessa told me I couldn't walk on the carpet, I was to always walk on the right hand side of it whenever I walked through the corridor. She led me to the very end of the corridor then made a turn into a much shorter corridor and finally opened a door.

"This is your bedroom. Well, it isn't yours alone, you're sharing it with your brothers. They sleep in the beds here and that one over there is yours. I made it for you today, from now on, it'll be your responsibility to change the sheets every week. You'll make sure your bed is always made to look exactly like this, whenever you leave it."

The bed looked like a very comfortable junior bed to me. But, it wasn't what I noticed first, the design of the bedding looked like it was for a baby boy rather than a tween like me. The same green and blue bunnies as the onesie I was wearing were all over the bedding. There was something not quite ordinary about the bed too, something I couldn't pinpoint at first.

It wasn't until Vanessa walked to the bed and pulled on the side of it that I saw the frame was a bit wider than it needed to be. The railing she pulled up was made of fairly thick bars, which went from horizontal to vertical when she pivoted the railing up into position. The top of the railing was about 25 centimetres [~10 "] above the mattress.

"This is to keep you from falling out of your bed when you sleep. Now, I know you're a big boy and you probably won't fall out of bed, but the railings have a different purpose too. If you leave your bed without permission, then you'll be confined to your bed by the railings, there's one on all four sides of the bed. There's a top for it as well, it's under the bed now, but it is quite simple to put on and lock in place."

I gasped as I realized how little room there'd be available for me inside the cage the railings and top would create.

That bed is not at all comfortable!

"That's of course only to keep you in your bed at night. If I'll ever need to restrain you, then you'll find the bed has a lot of different possibilities for that. Please, do not break any of the rules, you won't enjoy it much if you do. For now, get in your bed and I'll tuck you in. I'll come fetch you when it's time for lunch."

She really meant what she said about tucking me in as she tucked the blankets so tightly around me I almost couldn't get my arms free after she had left me alone in the dark bedroom. She had tucked me in while I was lying flat on my back and I just couldn't sleep in that position. Besides, the onesie felt like it was doing everything in its power to work itself deeper into my bum hole.

After I had wriggled for a while I finally managed to get free from the constricting blankets and unzipped the onesie to my waist. I literally sighed when I pushed it off my shoulders and wriggled just a little more to get the onesie out of my crack and away from my nuts. With that accomplished I turned onto my side and tried to fall asleep.

***

I hadn't quite fallen asleep when Vanessa returned and told me to get up, so I could have lunch with her and my brothers. I wondered where they had been and what they had been doing that entire morning since I hadn't seen or heard them at all.

I wonder if they're dressed like me or like they were in that picture I saw of them on the slave trading forum. Well, the older one, what did Vanessa say his name was? Frank? No, Francis. Well, he was naked in the picture. He must be wearing something else now. And his brother, that's Chico. I wonder where they're from with names like that.

My new brothers were in the kitchen when I entered it along with Vanessa. They looked curiously at me, Chico, the younger one, more so than Francis. None of us said anything though, I suppose they were just as afraid as me of what Vanessa might do if we broke the silence. They were wearing the same kind of onesie pyjamas as I was, though theirs were in different colours and didn't look to be nearly as tight as mine. Sure, I could see the lump their privates made in front, but it wasn't as obvious as mine.

Theirs are just a lump, I can't tell their worm from their eggs. Not like they're able to with mine.

I had once again not been lucky with my onesie, this time my nuts were at least on the same side of the seam in the crotch, but my worm was stuck on the other side. Chico looked cute in his onesie, I guess he looked pretty much like any boy his age would on a weekend still wearing his pyjamas though it was nearly noon. Francis, who was older than me, only gave me a brief look and turned to watch the oven, like he had been doing when I walked into the kitchen with Vanessa.

He wasn't as cute as his brother, though I bet my mum would've thought he looked cute. The onesie made him look younger than his real age and if Chico hadn't been kneeling right next to him, maybe you would've mistaken him for an eight year-old instead of the nearly fourteen year-old he really was.

"While your brothers are making sure the grilled cheese sandwiches won't burn, you will set the table, Søren." Vanessa said.

I nodded and immediately my right bum cheek felt like it was on fire.

"When you're given an order, boy, you will respond verbally," she said in a harsh voice while I did my best to rub away the pain from her slap.

"Yes, Vanessa. Sorry."

"Don't be sorry, learn and make sure you won't make the same mistake twice. And stop touching your rear at once!"

I started nodding to show her I understood and quickly realized I was about to make the same mistake again.

"Yes, Vanessa," I quickly said.

It was my first time in the kitchen and if it hadn't been for the see-through overhead cupboards, I would've spent a lot longer locating dishes and glasses for us all. The knives and forks were harder to locate, but I knew they had to be hiding in one of the drawers below the table top. That's where everyone keeps them, well, everyone I have ever visited anyway.

"Two mistakes, Søren. You've put the forks and knives on the wrong sides of the dishes. The forks always go on the left hand side. And you put glasses on the table for you and your brothers. Carefully put them back where you took them and find three plastic mugs instead. That's two points now, we'll deal with these, as well as any other points you may collect from now on, at bedtime."

"Yes, Vanessa."

Francis switched off the oven and stacked the hot sandwiches onto a large plate held by Chico. The little boy carefully walked from the oven to the table and on his tiptoes he put the plate onto the table.

"Wash your hands boys, then we can eat."

"Yes, Vanessa," all three of us said almost at the same time.

***

Lunch was a fairly quiet affair, Francis kept looking down at his plate while he ate. Chico was more energetic, he couldn't keep his legs still and he kept looking at first Vanessa, then me. Still, he kept quiet, which is probably more than I could've done when I was his age. I could tell he wanted to talk to me, but Vanessa's presence kept him from doing so. He kept kicking his lower legs back and forth, something Vanessa clearly didn't like.

"Stop kicking your legs, Chico. One point for you."

The little boy looked ready to cry but immediately did as he was told.

"Another point for not saying yes, when you're given an order."

Chico sobbed, which earned him another point. By then he had three and I had two, and I still didn't know what these points meant. Based on Chico's behaviour it wasn't something nice.

Not nice at all. He's crying, I can see his tears though he isn't making any sounds.

We finished lunch by us kids doing the dishes and cleaning the oven as well as the table and the floor. Basically, we were cleaning every single part of the kitchen that we could have dirtied by our brief lunch in there. We spent more time cleaning than we had spent eating.

***

We were told to go swim in the large outdoors pool when we had finished cleaning the kitchen. I wasn't a very good swimmer, but at least I was better than Chico who dog-paddled in the shallow end of the pool. Francis wasn't much better than his little brother, still he and I had to swim full laps in the 25 metres [~80 feet] long pool. Vanessa didn't tell us why, only told us to get started and not to stop swimming until she said so.

"Søren, you can clearly swim faster than you have so far. One point," I heard her say after fifteen minutes of swimming.

She had been teaching Chico how to crawl, like she had told Francis and me to do. She was right too, I could swim a little faster. I had been swimming alongside Francis and while he was older than me, he sure didn't know how to swim well. I swam 22 laps, about 7 more than Francis, before Vanessa finally let us know we were done.

I used to enjoy swimming pools and had been nearly impossible to drag out of the water previously, especially on a warm sunny day, but right then I couldn't get out of the pool soon enough. I was dead tired and almost didn't look at the other boys' equipment, though it was so easy to check them out since we were all standing naked at the side of the pool. Oh, yes, Vanessa had made us get undressed and jump into the pool without a stitch of clothing on our bodies.

"Now boys, rinse off here, a quick wipe down and then you'll go directly to your bathroom and take a proper shower to get rid of the smell of chlorine. You have 20 minutes to report to the study hall," she told us.

I was about to enter the house the same way we had gotten out to the pool when Vanessa stopped me.

"Not that way, Søren! Follow the footpath around the house and enter your bedroom through the patio doors. You're not streaking naked throughout the house. Another point for you."

That's four now. I have to ask Francis what these points are all about. I know they're probably to do with some kind of punishment, but what kind?

***

The bathroom was quite big fortunately, as we all had to shower, towel off and get dressed in less than 15 minutes. At least we were alone and I finally had a chance to talk to the boys who were now my brothers.

"What's with the points?" I asked Francis.

"We got 5 spanks per point last night by Vanessa. She's the strict one, our father is nicer."

"Did he do anything with you?"

"You mean sex and stuff?"

"Yes?," I nodded as I tried to lather my back.

"Let me wash your back. You can wash mine after when I wash Chico's," he said but wouldn't look me in the eye when he continued on, "No, nothing yet. But, I think it'll only be a matter of time. He cuddled with us after dinner last night. Then kissed us goodnight and Vanessa took us to our bedroom."

"And she punished you?"

"Uh-huh. And other stuff," Chico said.

"Hush, Chico. You know she told us not to say anything to Søren."

"I don't care. She's going to hit me again anyway. She made us put water in our bums and then poop it out in the toilet after. She's mean!"

"It could be worse, Chico. Much worse," Francis said.

That made Chico shut up and me too for that matter. We were quickly running out of time and I didn't want to find out what Vanessa would do if we were to get to the study hall late.

Whatever study hall is anyway.

***

Study hall wasn't a hall, it was just a bare room with a desk for each of us kids. Vanessa had me sit at the middle desk and then she left.

"Are we supposed to just sit here?" I asked Francis who shook his head and put a finger up in front of his lips.

Don't speak is what that means. But, Vanessa has left, she closed the door after her and we're sitting here alone. There can't possibly be anyone who can hear us talk.

"Good afternoon, kids," I heard a voice say.

I quickly turned my face to see whom the voice belonged to.

"I see we have a new student attending. State your designation or perhaps your name, if your master assigned you one," a floating hologram said.

The flickering hologram was of an old guy, I could see the wrinkles on his face and though his receding hair was kind of bluish in colour, I somehow knew it was really white. He seemed to be looking right at me, but it still took a gentle nudge from Francis before I quietly told him my name.

"You have to speak up. The microphone didn't pick up what you said and I can't read lips," the old man told me.

"My name's Søren." I said again, louder this time.

"Søren? Ahh yes, there you are. Okay, class. We'll continue where we left off yesterday. Who can tell me…"

***

While we were only the three of us in that small room, the class we were part of had many more pupils. A lot of them only had numbers or really degrading names while a few like us had proper names. I think we were probably 35 if not more pupils to the one teacher but I've never been in any class that was as organised as this one. The teacher taught by talking and demonstrating things, then asked one of us a question to see if she or he had understood. The pupil answered it or tried to, while the rest of us remained silent.

It was thoroughly boring and had it been like that at my old school, the pupils would've started talking quietly amongst themselves. But, there had been no points given for speaking out of turn or not being able to answer the teacher's control questions, not back then. Here, points were handed out as readily as if they had been cookies given to you by your granny.

He is old enough to be a grandfather, but he isn't nice at all. Or maybe he thinks the points are for something else. No, he said something about my master, when he asked me my name. He knows for sure, we're not just regular kids.

I couldn't see the faces or hear the voices from the other slaves in our class, could only hear the teacher and the two boys sitting in the same room as me. It made it a lot harder to know if I had understood what the teacher wanted me to learn when I couldn't hear the replies to his control questions. All I heard was when he said yes to a correct response or when he said it was incorrect and gave the kid a number of points. I ended up with two more points added to my total, I would've gotten more points if the class had been any longer I'm sure.

Do I have four or five points now? Maybe even six? That's 30 spanks and we haven't even had dinner yet!

***

Dinner was next on our agenda, though we had to prepare it ourselves with guidance from Vanessa. She told each of us what to do and when we didn't do it to her satisfaction, we were given a point and told to do it again. I had cooked a little with my mum when I was younger, but not a whole lot since my father (my real one) had said cooking was for women. It had been fun then, but in my new father's kitchen, Vanessa acted like a head chef, loudly barking out orders, not at all like my mum who had shown me what I had to do, then gently told me if I did something wrong and showed me how to do it properly.

"If dinner isn't ready in ten minutes, I'll give all of you an extra 5 points. Søren, pour the sauce Chico made over the meatballs now. If you wait any longer they'll be too dry to eat. Francis, how's the flatbread coming along? Do not allow it to burn. Chico, set the table, quickly now. Mr Abd is due home any second now. When he is ready for dinner, dinner had better be ready for him," she bossed us around.

"Yes, Vanessa," we all said and worked even harder.

My face was wet from sweat when we had everything ready, but we managed it just in time for us to hang the aprons and wash our hands and face before dinner.

***

"Hello, Søren! Come over here, let me have a good look at you. Don't be shy now," Mr Abd, my father said cheerily when I entered the dining room after the two brothers.

I approached him slowly, even though he smiled at me and held out his arms. When I got close enough, he put his hands on my shoulders and held me at an arm's length. I avoided looking into his scrutinizing eyes while he held me. To my great wonder he pulled me closer after just a moment, he hugged me tight and placed a kiss on top of my head.

Mr Abd, I'll keep addressing him like that from now on, as he wasn't my father, he'd never be my father, even if I was forced to call him father when I talked to him, told us to be seated so we could eat. While I'm not sure if we were still forbidden to say a word unless spoken to at the table, we boy slaves kept mostly quiet during the meal. We only responded to Mr Abd's questions about how our day had been, if we had learned anything from study hall, and if we liked it here with him now. I didn't dare say anything negative and neither did Francis or Chico.

"That's good, boys. I hope you'll all, in time of course, think of this as your family. Most of the days will be like this, though on the weekends, we'll do more things together," Mr Abd said and continued eating.

When he was about finished, he asked Vanessa if we had been behaving ourselves.

"They've been trying, Mr Abd. Søren still needs to find his feet as does Chico. Francis seems to be adjusting much better, though he too will be going to bed in a bit of pain, I'm afraid," Vanessa explained.

"Hmm, well, I'll leave all of that in your hands, you're capable of dealing with those things yourself. That's why I hired you in the first place."

"Oh, yes, Mr Abd. I'll soon have all three of them behaving exactly like you want them to. Proper young boys obeying their father and his rules."

"Don't be too lenient with them, I remember my own childhood. At times a boy needs a sound smacking to correct his behaviour. Even Chico isn't too young for that."

"Don't worry, I'm not going easy on them. Tonight I will…"

"Oh, spare me the dreadful details. It's a good thing the children's bedroom is so far from my personal space in the house. I'm happy I have you to educate the boys, to give them a proper upbringing. A set of achievable goals and a firm hand is all it takes."

"Yes, Mr Abd. I'm well aware of your goals for the boys, and I'll make sure they'll get there as quickly as possible."

"Good. Now, boys, I think it's time for you to get ready for bed. I've had a long day at work and need to relax."

Francis and Chico got out of their chairs and went to stand in front of the man. He picked up Chico and sat him on his lap.

"You be a good boy, Chico, and do exactly what Vanessa tells you to, okay sport?"

"Yes, father," Chico said quietly.

"That's a good boy. Now kiss me goodnight."

I watched as Mr Abd kissed Chico in a way I doubt many fathers would kiss their young son. It wasn't just a quick peck on his cheek or lips, but a deep and long open-mouthed kiss. Chico didn't object, but I couldn't tell whether it was because he liked the kiss or because he was afraid of the consequences if he were to object the non-fatherly attention he received. Mr Abd put Chico back on the floor and summoned me.

Apparently he does this by age. Oh, well, I have to do my part. Remember what D said? "Make your new owner as happy as he can be, but not too happy." It was something close to that anyway.

I walked to Mr Abd and let him pick me up so I sat sideways on his lap. I tilted my head upwards on my own and let my mouth fall open just a little, so he could push his warm tongue past my lips. I felt his moustache tickle my upper lip when our mouths connected and tasted the sour flavour of the red wine he had been drinking while having dinner. I didn't kiss him back, only let him do what he wanted and longed for when he'd finish.

He didn't do anything but kiss me, he didn't let his hands roam around my body and I thought it weird that my worm started reacting to the kiss. It may just have been due to the tightness of my onesie, or maybe it was the heat from his lap that made my worm perk up, but I found myself with a small, but most prominent erection when he finally sat me back onto the floor again. I don't think anyone but myself noticed it, but it didn't make me any less confused about my feelings towards what Mr Abd had just done.

When he had finished kissing Francis goodnight, we walked in a line to our bedroom, us kids on the bare hardwood floor, Vanessa on the long carpet.

***

"Boys, jammies off and up on your beds. Søren, watch how Francis and Chico lie on their beds when they have undressed, that's how I want you to lie as well."

The onesie was quick to shed out of and I got up on my bed and looked over at Francis to see what he was doing. He was lying on top of his bed on his knees and elbows. I got into the same position.

"No, your feet needs to hang over the side, exactly like your brothers," Vanessa told me.

I shuffled back a little until my toes were facing the carpeted flooring of our bedroom.

"Excellent. Though I explained this to your brothers last night, obviously you weren't here to hear it. The position you're in now, is the punishment position. Every night when you've been told goodnight by Mr Abd, you'll go to your bedroom, undress and assume the punishment position. Once your punishment is over, you're to go to the bathroom and clean your body. For the first couple of nights I will observe and guide you, but after that, I expect you to do it all on your own. After you've finished, you will go to bed and stay there until the next morning when I wake you.

"You may only leave your bed during the night, in case you have to urinate or you've gotten sick. If I am to discover you've been out of bed without a good reason for it, after I've said goodnight, I will make sure you can't leave your bed again after a thorough punishment. We already went over that part before lunch, right Søren?."

"Yes, Vanessa."

She patted my upturned bum and moved to the center of our room.

"Right, boys. Now, your points for today. You first, Chico."

"I was given five points today, Vanessa," the little boy whined.

"That's correct, you have been naughty five times. Francis, your points?"

"I was given four points today, Vanessa," Francis said.

He almost sounded cool, if it wasn't for the slight tremble in his voice when he said her name. Oh, crap! Were we supposed to keep count of the points ourselves? I wasn't told! I've no idea of how many times I got one. I got two in class at once, then when we were swimming and one during lunch when I got the forks and knives wrong. Or was it two?

"Søren, your points?" I heard Vanessa ask, she sounded a bit annoyed. Like it was the second time she asked.

Oh shit! It's either five or six. It can't be seven. Maybe it's better to tell her I don't know for sure? But then she'll just punish me for not knowing. I have to say something.

"I was given seven points today, Vanessa," I heard myself say.

Why did I say seven? It was either five or six, not seven.

"You were given six points, Søren. But with the point for getting the total wrong, it does make seven in all. If you don't get it right tomorrow, it'll be an extra two points. Now, tonight's punishment. Last night we did spankings, so let's make it something else tonight. That way it won't be something you boys get used to. Last night it was your bums that were smacked, tonight, I think it'll be your wriggly feet. Yes, that's it. One point equals one slap with the leather paddle across both soles of your feet.

"Søren, get the paddle from the drawer over there, you're the one closest to it. Then you will punish Chico for his naughtiness today."

I heard the small gasp from Chico when Vanessa said it would be me who'd punish him.

"Yes, Vanessa," I said and went to the drawer she had pointed out. The contents made me cringe, but I took the only thing in there that could be a paddle and quickly shut the drawer again. The paddle was made of black leather, with a fairly long handle and an even longer rectangular section about 8x30 centimetres [~3x12"] in size. The section that was made to hurt the one being paddled was about 1 centimetre [~0.4"] thick.

Suddenly I wasn't feeling so comfortable about having to strike the small tender soles of Chico's feet with the paddle.

Maybe if it had been smaller, I wouldn't have any second thoughts, but this? No, I must remember I'm a slave. I have to do what I'm told even when I don't like it.

"Good boy, Søren. Now, make sure you'll hit both feet at once when you swing that paddle. I want you to use as much force as you can, do not hold back or I will have you start over and double your amount of points," Vanessa told me when I had placed myself next to Chico.

I could see his bum cheeks quiver and knew it would be best to just get it over with.

"Yes, Vanessa."

Not knowing how bad something's going to hurt is almost worse than actually being hurt.

The paddle struck home onto Chico's feet which a loud smacking sound and immediately Chico shrieked. I had never been hit by anything on the soles of my feet and I guess I had no idea it would hurt so much as it apparently did. I almost couldn't bring myself to continue but happened to look over at Francis. The older boy nodded curtly, telling me silently to go on. Chico's shrieks got louder but fortunately for both him and me, he only had five points.

It took me less than 30 seconds to administer the five smacks with the paddle, after which I was only too happy to hand Francis the paddle and lie on my bed. Vanessa told him to smack me five times with the paddle and then Chico was to give me the last two. When my punishment was over, my feet felt like I had walked on burning coals since neither of the two brothers had held back at all. Even the coldness of the tiled bathroom floor didn't do much to stop the burning sensation.

God of mercy, please don't make her decide on that punishment again any time soon.

All three of us were whimpering when we, under Vanessa's overseeing, set about cleaning out our bodies. It entailed, like Chico had told me, rinsing out our bums with a mix of water, oils and salt. Vanessa explained how much of each I had to put inside a bag and how to use a plastic spoon to stir the mixture until the salt crystals had disintegrated and mixed with the water and oil.

"The oils make your poop mushier, the salts help your insides to not dry out and get irritated, and the water will make you want to go. Whether or not you feel like you have to now. Mr Abd wants your little boy bodies smelling nice and clean both inside and out. Now, Søren, attach the hose to the bag and stick the tube in your bum."

"All of it?" I couldn't help but ask.

"You questioning my orders is something I can hear we need to address, promptly. Francis, hang your bag up and go fetch a whip from the drawer. The riding crop, it has a small flap at the end. You'll know which one I mean when you see it. Don't dawdle now."

"Yes, Vanessa," Francis said and walked faster than I would've thought him able to.

Maybe she didn't hit him as hard as he hit me. Well, he was only hit four times, maybe that's why he can walk so fast.

He returned much too quickly holding a short black whip in his hand. It did have a flap at the end like Vanessa had said it did.

"Søren, face away from me and spread your legs as wide as you can without falling. Hands at your hips, back straight," she told me.

I did like she told me to and didn't have to wait long until I heard the short whistle sound of the whip moving briskly through the air. I didn't hear the crack sound it must have made when it connected with my small nuts, the pain from the impact was so unbearable it drowned out everything else.

I think I screamed or at least gasped or moaned from the pain, but I don't know for sure. All I can say is I found myself clutching my poor nuts in my hands lying on the cold tiles. I was curled up in the foetal position and wept when I finally was able to concentrate on something other than the pain that shot out in waves from my middle section.

"Let this be a lesson to you Søren. Get up and stick the tube about 10 centimetres [~4"] into your bum. Of course you're not to put all of it in there, you silly boy."

I had to force myself to let go of my nuts and uncurl my body. The pain still shot out in waves when I carefully pushed what I thought to be the right length of the flexible tube into my bum hole. It was only about one centimetre [~0.4"] in girth and the rubbery hose entered my bum almost effortlessly.

"Good boy, now pump the ball a couple of times until you can feel the end of the nozzle swell up inside of you. It'll keep the tube and everything else inside of you until you're allowed to sit on the toilet… Let me see if you pumped it enough, Søren."

Vanessa pumped the ball twice, making the already fairly large balloon or whatever it was inside of me grow even bigger, then tugged at the hose. I could feel the balloon compress a little when it was pulled closer to my bum hole but it was clearly too large to be able to exit my body. I probably could have gotten it out, though it would have been painful and not without a lot of straining on my part.

"That seems okay to me. Slide the valve open, then lie on your left side with your right leg bent a little. You'll stay there until all of the solution has entered your body and allowed to sit on the toilet and you will not say one word about how bad you think it feels. I've tried it myself and it really isn't bad at all."

I looked up at the bag full of the watery stuff that was going to cleanse my insides and wondered if she was right about having so much fluid enter your body at once wouldn't be so bad. The bag had to have at least 1.5 litres [~1.5 quarts] of water in it, but it didn't rush into my body all at once. The hose only allowed a very small flow of the solution to enter my bum and I could tell it would be a rather long time I'd have to lay on the floor before the bag would be empty. Vanessa confirmed my suspicion when she told us she'd leave us.

"I'll be back in about fifteen minutes. You can talk quietly to each other while I'm gone, but you will stop talking immediately upon my return. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Vanessa."

***

"Why did you have to hit me so hard?" Chico asked me.

The smaller boy lay on his front, clutching a large pillow in his hands. His bum was the highest point of his body as he lay on his knees and chest and I could see the red tube with the rubber ball going into it. The enema bag hooked up to the tube was the same size as mine and Francis', but he only had about a litre [~2 quarts] of fluid to consume. I suppose it was because he was so much smaller than me and his brother.

"If he hadn't, Vanessa would've made him do it all over again and then make me punish him a lot more. You heard her, she's a real bitch!" Francis told his little brother.

"I don't like it here," Chico whined.

"It isn't so bad here," I said, "That man, our father, he seems fairly nice. All we gotta do is try our best not to get any points. I am sorry she made me hit you, Chico."

"I hope she'll tell me to really punish you some day, Søren. Then I'll get back at you!" The little boy threatened.

It was all I could do not to laugh, being beaten by Chico wasn't exactly something I feared. The pain in my nuts and the increased pressure in my bum kept me from downright laughing though. My feet were still smarting as well and all I really wanted was to go to bed and sleep.

In my dreams, I'm not a slave or a spy. I'm just a boy playing with my friends and doing normal boy things.

"Why are you smiling, Søren? I mean it! I'm gonna kick your arse," Chico had turned a little to look at me.

"Give him a break, Chico. He'll suck on your winky if you ask him nicely, I'm sure."

"Really? You'd do that for me?"

"Only if you don't whine to me after I punish you, if I have to do it again. You can be angry at Vanessa for making me do it, but not at me for doing it," I said.

"Cool. Francis won't suck me. He says it's gay to suck, but not to be sucked. Are you gay, Søren?"

"No, eh… I don't know. I don't think it makes you gay if you suck or let someone put their winky in your bum. I think you'd have to love a boy or a man a lot to be gay."

I guess that gave him something to think about, or maybe it was the fluid going into his bum that distracted him. Chico fell silent anyway. I really wanted to ask Francis a lot of questions, but the fluid running into me had stopped being just a minor nuisance to me by that time.

My insides gurgled when the fluid found its way further into me and I tried to see just how much remained in the bag. My vantage point down there on the floor wasn't the best and the bag wasn't transparent. All I could do was lie there and try to relax as more of the fluid went inside my body and made my bowels gurgle again.

The bathroom we were in was impressively large. There was two of everything in there, two sinks, though they were placed in the same counter, and two very low, small toilets, like the ones in the youngest boy's restroom at my old school. The toilets in this bathroom were placed very close to each other without privacy dividers or anything like that between them. There were two showerheads in the bathing section of the bathroom easily seen from where I was since there were no shower curtains.

Well, we're slaves. I guess slaves don't need privacy when they're going to the bathroom.

The absurdity of worrying about privacy when going to the loo or bathing didn't strike me while I lay there on the tiled floor, fully naked with a tube stuck up my bum hole along with two other boys in the same circumstances as myself.

***

I had lain there for more than a few minutes and tried to drum up the courage needed to just get up, sit on the toilet and somehow figure out how to remove the tube from my bum so I could expel the water, before Vanessa returned. She checked the bags and told Chico to disconnect the tube from his bag and sit on the toilet.

"When he has finished, you can sit on the toilets, Søren and Francis," she said.

It took a very long time before Chico finally moved off his toilet.

"You can unplug yourselves now and sit on the toilet. I'll come back when you can get up. Søren, you'll find a release valve just above the squeeze ball, push it and the air will come out and you can pull the tube right out. Let the tube hang into the toilet and do not let go of it."

She left Francis and I moaning as the fluid spurted into the toilets. Some of the fluids inside me came out as soon as the balloon deflated, and most of it rushed out when I pushed down the first time. Still, it took most of the twenty minutes Vanessa was gone to get rid of most of the water in my bowels. When she told us we should put the tubes into one of the sinks and get in under the showerheads, I still felt like I had water stuck inside of me, but it wouldn't come out, no matter how much I bore down.

After the shower, we brushed our teeth, left the enema kits soaking in the sink and were tucked in by Vanessa. Again, she made it almost impossible to free myself from the bedding she had tucked right in under my body. Vanessa turned out the lights and the room turned pitch black.

Don't be afraid, you're not alone. There are no monsters hiding under the bed. All is fine. You're in a nice bed, close your eyes and go to sleep.

I heard my rational inner voice tell me all that and while it probably was the truth, I didn't trust it. Not fully. Being afraid of the dark was a silly thing I guess. With all the things I had been through, a monster made up by my fantasy would probably have been so much nicer to me.

***

I woke only minutes later, or so it seemed, when Vanessa shook me and wouldn't stop until I had ceased mumbling my dissatisfaction in my sleep and woke up.

"Mr Abd wants you to join him in his bed tonight, Søren. Get up and put your jammies on. Quietly now, do not wake your brothers," she told me in a hushed voice.

My mind was still mostly asleep when I did as she told me. The room temperature seemed much colder than it had been, though it might've just been because I had been fast asleep under the warm covers in my bed, and I hurried into the onesie. It was every bit as tight as I remembered it to be when I followed Vanessa through the now dark and eerily quiet house. We entered a part of the house, I hadn't been to before, with a soft carpet that covered the entire floor of the corridor, not just the center of it.

"Go to the very last door, straight ahead of you. When Mr Abd sends you away, I'll be right here to take you back to your bed. Quickly now, don't keep your father waiting," she sent me off with a small pat to my bum.

I walked to the door and timidly knocked on it. I couldn't quite understand why Mr Abd wanted to see me so late in the night.

Well, it's no later than 10, but I've been sleeping for an hour and all I want is to go back to sleep.

My eyes felt like they had sand in them and my eye lids seemed to have sticky glue on them making it difficult to reopen my eyes when I blinked. I was happy I didn't have any hair on my head as I knew it would have been all tussled up from sleeping.

"The door is unlocked, Søren," I heard Mr Abd's voice say from the other side of the door.

***

Mr Abd was lying on his bed when I entered what turned out to be his master bedroom. Well, when I say bed, it doesn't give the piece of furniture the full amount of credit it rightfully deserves. It dominated the large bedroom with its four massive tall posts and the canopy high above it. It almost looked like a house or possible a large tent and I stopped dead in my tracks when I saw it.

"Come, my son. It's only a bed. Lie next to me, there's plenty of room for two."

There's room for a lot more than two in that bed.

Mr Abd's invitation entailed a lot more than simply lying next to him, it was only for the first five or so minutes we lay there next to each other. Mr Abd was still kind when he tied me to the end of his large bed. Even the rope he used felt nice, though he made sure the knots were tight and out of reach of my fingers. He started by tying a piece of rope between my ankles that allowed me to spread them about 15 cm [~6"] apart. Immediately, however, he tied each of my ankles to their own bedpost and eliminated all slack in the rope between them. My hands were quickly tied to my ankles, so I was forced to kneel right there on the edge of his bed.

Hasn't he forgotten something? I'm still wearing that stupid pajamas and there's no way for him to take it off of me now.

I could feel his hands roam all over my fleece-covered body. Not one part was left untouched, though he spent most of his time caressing my upturned bum and the bits between my legs. Even in my uncomfortable position, with my wrists and ankles tied so tightly it prevented the blood circulating to them, my worm got hard. I could feel it throb while Mr Abd skilfully kept teasing it with his fingers. I couldn't help but moan from what he was doing to me. I did it quietly, afraid to anger the man whom I was supposed to call father.

"Oh yes, you're a randy boy. I knew from the second I saw the pictures in your profile you'd be full of lust. So young and yet so randy! I thought Francis would turn out to be the horny one, but compared to you, he's cold like a stone. He may be a teen and has a bigger prick, but he didn't get hard last night. Damn, your prick feels like it's about to poke a hole in your jammies."

I didn't pay much attention to his words, though I heard them and stored them for later. At the time, his fingers were talking too and my worm liked what they were saying. He was right, I could tell my worm was about as hard as it ever had been before in my young life. In spite of being tied and unable to protect myself, or maybe that was exactly what triggered my worm's hardness, I felt so turned on I didn't know what to do, say or think.

Mr Abd kept caressing my worm through the fleece and several times I thought I'd orgasm from what he did, but every time I figured I'd moan out in ecstasy, he simply backed off and caressed my bum cheeks until all the good feelings had left my worm. Only to start caressing it again. The coldness I had felt in my body in my shared bedroom was gone, I felt like overheating in the warm fleece onesie. During one of the times when he caressed my bottom I could feel how the sweat made my armpits moist. When he touched my worm yet again, I forgot all about the sweat though.

***

I think he had brought me close to orgasm ten or fifteen times when he stopped.

"I love playing with your little prick, Søren, it makes me very happy to see a young boy enjoy petting so much. So happy, I need to do something for myself now."

I pouted in silence when I felt his hands abandon my body for the first time in an hour. I felt like he had cheated me, it was like he had given me the best toy in the world and told me I could only sit and watch it. I wanted so much to beg for him to touch my worm again and for longer this time so I could get off. The feelings I was experiencing were too confusing, I felt like crying and laughing at the same time.

I don't care what you have to do, man, just touch me again! Please!

When he obeyed my silent wish, he didn't touch me where I wanted, instead of my worm I could feel him pushing a finger against my bum hole. The onesie was still there of course, but that didn't stop his finger, he just kept pushing and I could feel the fleece being pushed into my hole. It too made me moan, but this time from pain, not joy.

"Fuck, I never thought the seam of this old onesie would be so resilient. Sooner or later it'll have to give. Hopefully sooner," Mr Abd mused.

He pushed harder and it only moved more of the dry cloth into me. The friction made it feel like my small opening was on fire and I gasped out from pain. That didn't stop him, on the contrary it seemed to make him more intent on poking a hole in the seat of my onesie.

"Please, father," I begged, unable to keep silent anymore.

"I know, Søren. I want it too. Just a little more, it feels like it'll tear any second now."

It'll be my hole that tears!

"Aieeee! It burns!"

"Yes! Scream for me, scream for your father, son," Mr Abd said passionately and he pushed even harder.

The seam finally teared and his finger moved all the way into my burning hole. I'm sure my opening was fully lined by the fleece of my onesie when he quickly replaced his finger with his dick. The added friction of the onesie must have been more than he could handle as he soon grunted very loudly and I felt his sperm shoot into my bum. The whole ordeal left my body ravaged and I still hadn't been allowed to orgasm myself.

Mr Abd just untied me and told me to go back to bed after he had caught his breath. I had made it all the way into bed before I carefully tugged at the onesie to pull it out of my bum. Vanessa had told me to go straight to sleep, but I was worried about the sperm in my body and didn't want to have an accident so I snuck into the bathroom and plugged my bum hole with some toilet paper.

***

My visit to the bathroom went unnoticed, at least I never got punished for it, and I was able to poop out the small ball of tissue the next morning. The day went by quickly, as we boys were kept busy all of the time right from waking until we once again found ourselves in the bedroom, awaiting our punishment. Though I had done my outmost best to keep from getting any points, I hadn't been able to avoid them completely. Chico had gotten three in class alone, the small boy didn't have much of a chance. He simply wasn't used to going to school and the subjects had been boring even to me.

"Tonight, you'll be slapped in your face twice per point you've accumulated during the day. Søren, you got the total right today, five points. Keep it up and by the end of the week you won't need to be punished at all. Francis, sixteen points. I don't know what has been on your mind today, but it surely wasn't on your duties. And finally, Chico, three points. Well done, little man. Once your school work improves, you may have days without punishments ahead of you. But, for now, Søren will slap you six times."

I did as Vanessa told me to. I slapped his face six times, though he wasn't too cooperative after the first one. She had to threaten him with the double amount of slaps before he finally lifted his chin and bared his cheeks again. Francis really beat the crap out of my cheeks and I was soon openly crying just as much as Chico. We all cursed Vanessa as soon as we were left alone with the tubes up our bums, slowly being filled with the trickling enema fluid.

"What the fuck were you thinking, Francis? You can't let her win like that," I said after we had all agreed on Vanessa being the meanest bitch alive.

"Father will be asking for Chico tonight. He'll fuck him just like he did us. Don't you get it?" He said vehemently.

"Surely he wouldn't. Chico is only six and small for his age," I tried to reason with Francis.

He can't fuck him. It would ruin him for life.

"I'll stay awake. If the bitch comes and tries to wake my little bro, I'll kill her," Francis said.

"I'll help you. Chico is kind of my little bro too."

***

Vanessa did come later that night, after she had tucked all of us in. However, she woke me, not Chico. Yes, I had fallen asleep, even after I had said I'd stay awake to defend Chico. I had tried to stay awake, but the cosiness of the bed had lulled me to sleep.

"Søren, Mr Abd wants you to come to him again tonight. You must have made quite an impression on him last night," she said.

I was happy he hadn't chosen Chico, but a bit upset he hadn't asked for Francis. In all fairness, it was the older boy's turn, if not Chico's.

As if anything for a slave is fair. But at least he won't be pushing all of my onesie up my butt tonight!

I had been given four new onesies that afternoon, all of them had childish toddler designs on them, but at least they fit my body perfectly. After all the measurements Vanessa had taken of my body, that wasn't really surprising. Neither was the detachable seat in the onesies surprising. Maybe the person who had designed the onesies had wanted to make it easier for the person wearing the onesie to go to the toilet, or perhaps potty bearing in mind the print, but it also made it simple for Mr Abd to gain access to the no longer so private parts of my body.

He proved it that same night. He tied me up exactly like the previous night and went about with his incessant keeping me right on the edge of a powerful kiddy climax that he just wouldn't allow me to have. He never thought it necessary to explain why he did that, but he had done the same to Francis. Well, he had tried to anyway. Francis just wasn't interested and had to endure so much more pain while Mr Abd had fucked him.

However, like the previous night Mr Abd kept caressing my worm, nuts and bum through the fabric of my onesie. He nearly drove me mad before he finally unzipped the seat of it and started fingering my still sore bum hole. My hisses of pain slowly turned into gasps and then moans of appreciation, and that's when he quickly forced his dick fully inside of me and fucked me at a maddening pace. Again he came much too soon for me to get anything out of it other than a sorer bum hole and a pair of extremely unsatisfied nuts.

***

When he for the third night in a row sent for me, and I hadn't been able to orgasm, I ended up taking matters into my own hands after returning to my own bed. I don't know if Vanessa had been waiting for me to do just that, but almost as soon as I had started wanking, she opened the door and turned on the lights.

"Søren! That is not for you to touch like that," she said, extremely angry.

I blushed at her words. I felt shameful, yet also quite cross. It was my body. What I did to it wasn't anyone's business, certainly not something as harmless as a bit of wanking. My worm would still throb just as much as it had when Mr Abd teased it whether or not I'd drive out the pent up feelings afterwards. Still, I was lost for words and Vanessa hadn't exactly said something that required an answer.

"Come here, you dirty boy."

"Yes, Vanessa," I said dejectedly.

We didn't have long to walk, only into a room across the corridor. Here, she told me to remove my onesie.

"You're not the first dirty boy we've had around here, Søren and you probably won't be the last one either. Don't worry though, I know how to sort it."

She brought out a contraption that sort of looked like a mesh sieve with a very strange handle and leather belts. I swear, that's what it looked like to me at first, when she showed it to me. She held it with the open end facing up, like she was ready to pour a pot of boiled vegetables into it and let the water drain from them. Well, it would have to be a very small pot since the sieve really wasn't all that large.

"Let's check this for size. Spread your legs out a little and don't you dare move a muscle."

She placed the sieve so it covered my worm and my nuts.

"Hold it there and don't do anything else."

She quickly attached one end of a leather belt to the sieve and pulled it all the way around my back, just above my bum and attached the other end of it to the sieve. The leather belts that hung from the sieve between my legs were pulled back and up around my hip and attached to the mesh cup in front. [A fairly rough draft of this very real and cruel chastity belt fitted to a boy can be sent by email if requested. It was invented circa 1890.]

"How does that feel?" Vanessa asked me.

"The belts are a bit tight, Vanessa."

"They're meant to be. How are your naughty bits, anything being pinched?"

"No, Vanessa. But it feels weird."

"You'll soon get used to it. Sit on the floor, then lie down. I want to make sure it doesn't shift at all, in any position you might get in. That looks okay, get on your knees and push your forehead right into the floor. Like when you're praying. Oh, you wouldn't know how. Just do as I said."

I did and received two resounding slaps to my upturned bottom. When I was back on my feet again, Vanessa put two small padlocks on the belt. Apart from cutting through the leather straps, I wouldn't be able to touch my worm or my nuts again without someone unlocking the padlocks. The chastity belt wasn't squeezing anything like I had told Vanessa and as such it wasn't really uncomfortable to wear. It was hardly noticeable when I put on the onesie, if anything it just made my little bulge somewhat more prominent.

"You'll be happy to learn this, Søren. The belt is fully waterproof, which means you can wear it for swimming and when you're bathing. You can even pee with it on, though I'd advise you to sit and lean forwards when you do so. I'll undo one of the locks at night so you can clean your naughty penis, but I'll monitor you while you do. It'll only be for a few seconds, enough to soap it up and clean it off, nothing more."

I looked at her, not knowing what to say, which earned me another swat at my rear end that wasn't covered by the belt. She asked me if I wasn't going to thank her for helping me with my problem.

"Thank you, Vanessa," I said without feeling thankful at all.

When I was back in my bed, I could feel my worm when it tried to stand up inside its tight confinements. I snuck my hand inside my onesie, but no matter what I did, I just couldn't get to my worm. I could feel the heat coming from it through the mesh, but that was it. My worm was off limits and that was just how it was going to be for then. I finally fell asleep while my worm still struggled against its bounds.

***

"Did you hurt your winky?" Chico asked me the next morning.

"No. I was wanking and Vanessa caught me."

"Oh," Chico said and continued to pee while standing. The small boy was so lucky and he didn't have the slightest clue.

"What's wanking?" He wanted to know when his stream cut off.

"It's when you pull on your winky," Francis told him.

"Is that a bad thing?"

"Well, Vanessa thinks so."

I didn't bother to try to explain Chico my point of view on wanking. At the age of ten, I figured most boys did it, but it was something private and something you'd never ever admit to doing. However, these two boys were my brothers, though we weren't related. We just happened to have been purchased by the same rich man who had his own perverted views on how fathers should interact with their sons. I couldn't keep secrets from them, much as they didn't keep any from me. Well, I've no way of being 100% certain of that, but that was what my guts told me.

My mentioning Vanessa's name caused the vile woman to appear, like I had rubbed an oil lamp and summoned a demon. It seemed to me she never left the house since she was the first one I saw in the mornings and the last one I saw in the evenings. While the days went on, it got more and more apparent that I was Mr Abd's favourite son. He tormented me five nights in a row, exactly like the two times I already described, with the sole difference of Vanessa liberating me from the chastity belt just before I entered his bedroom.

As soon as I stepped back into the corridor, she put me right back into the blasted chastity belt, fully ignoring the state of my poor penis. Somehow, she managed to get it bent down on top of my nuts without ever touching it with her fingers and quickly had me strapped into the device once again.

***

It wasn't until the weekend, Sunday I think it was, when I managed to eavesdrop on a conversation between Mr Abd and Vanessa. I was dusting in one of the many rooms of the house when they stopped close to the open door in the corridor.

"Mr Abd, I'm not interested in what goes on in your bedroom at night, but you need to give Søren a couple of nights off. His anus is looking terribly bruised and if you keep asking for him, he'll end up with haemorrhoids that may take weeks to heal. Please ask for Francis tonight and tomorrow night."

"Is it really this bad? I haven't paid much attention to his hole when I've stuffed it full."

"Yes, Mr Abd. It is."

I heard Mr Abd sigh.

"Alright, bring Francis tonight then. Chico isn't of much use yet, not that way. It'll be a couple of years at least but he'll replace Søren by then. Francis is already too old for my taste, but I had to buy the both of them, their mother refused to separate them. She probably knew Francis would never sell on his own, or at least not for very much, given his age and lack of training. In a couple of months, I'll put Francis on the market again, but on another site. Alone. If he won't sell, I'll send him off to the mines. Maybe he'll prove himself useful there."

"Not the mines, Mr Abd?"

"Yes. You know I can't simply release him, he'd probably try anything he could to free Chico. No, either he'll sell to another master or he'll die working in the mines. Until then, I'll use him while Søren heals. But I won't be as lenient with him as I have been with Søren. Don't bother me with warnings regarding the state of Francis' arse hole. He means very little to me. About Chico, I think it's about time we…"

Even though I strained my ears to pick up more of the conversation, Mr Abd and Vanessa had resumed walking and I just couldn't hear what it was Mr Abd thought they should do to Chico. And I wasn't sure what to do with my newfound information regarding Francis. It seemed like Mr Abd had already made up his mind about getting rid of him, one way or another. Either way, the brothers were about to be split up, probably permanently.

Tell Francis what you heard, though he may get upset.

Don't tell him. It'll only get him all worked up for nothing.

[Or you can go back to the previous choice]

Please make a decision. Do not scroll beyond this point.

5b

I had to focus hard to finish my assigned task of dusting the many surfaces in the almost endless amount of rooms in the large house. Most of them seemed to be used very little, yet I had to spend another two hours cleaning them. While I didn't want to get any penalty points for whatever reasons Vanessa could think up, I also wanted to go to the kitchen where I knew Francis was working on our lunch. Since Mr Abd was home that day, lunch was quite a lot more than just the usual grilled cheese sandwiches and it was Francis' job to prepare it.

Good thing the bitch didn't tell me to cook. I'd probably burn the meat or chop off all of my fingers.

I could've gotten to the kitchen much faster than I did if Vanessa didn't insist on carefully checking my work. I got off with only one point for not wiping off the top edge of a big ass flat-screen TV hanging on the wall in one of the rooms. Her having to use a stepladder to see the dust up there wasn't a valid reason for me not to wipe it down, she told me.

"The handle on the duster is extendible. All you have to do is to twist it. Do I have to show you everything, Søren? I know you're smarter than this, so you've just earned yourself another point. Don't give me that look, consider yourself lucky I didn't make it two or three."

She snatched the duster from my hand and suddenly the shaft on the duster was 2 metres [~6.5 feet] long, if not more. If I hadn't been preoccupied with trying to think up a way to break the bad news to Francis without angering him, I might've felt somewhat stupid. I had spent so much time climbing up on chairs and small tables in order to reach the high shelves and whatnot only to get back on the floor and move the chair again. And all I had to do was to rotate the handle of the duster and I could've easily reached even the highest of places while standing on the floor.

***

I didn't get a chance to talk to Francis until much later that day, actually right at the end of the day. Vanessa had just left us alone in the bathroom after making sure we had put the enema tubes into our bottoms and the fluids were dribbling into us. I didn't much like to discuss the news with Francis when Chico could hear me, but I just couldn't wait any longer. Mr Abd would summon Francis that night and if our owner kept to his schedule, it would only be about an hour after Vanessa had tucked us in.

"Father is going to have Vanessa pick you for the night, Francis," I said while keeping my voice low.

"Oh great!" He said with irony shining through his voice.

"You need to make it look like you like what he's doing to you."

"How? I don't know what makes me sicker, his cold fingers on my prick trying to make it hard or the way he fucks my arse. It bloody hurts!"

"I know. But you have to pretend. Especially tonight!"

"Why?"

"Cuz, if you don't, he'll sell you or send you to some place that sounds like hell on earth."

I tried to explain it without making it sound too bad because I could see Chico was listening to every word we said.

"So? This is hell on earth. I'd love it if me and Chico were to be sold to someone else. It could only be better than this."

I sighed in desperation.

"He'll only sell you! Not Chico."

"What? He can't do that," Chico whined.

"No, he can't. I saw what it said on the sales contract, we can't be split up, ever," Francis said with determination in his voice.

"Do you think he gives a horse's arse about what the contract says? I heard him talk to Vanessa and he said he'd sell you alone in a couple of months. And if nobody wants to buy you, he'll send you to the mines. Vanessa tried to talk him out of sending you to the mines, and she made it sound like it was a very bad place. He said he didn't care, that maybe you'd be more useful there."

"You think he'll change his mind if I pretend to like what he does to me in his bed?"

"I don't know, but it's like the only thing you can do."

"I'd rather take a knife from the kitchen and stab him!"

"Like that would do any of us any good. And you seem to forget all the knives are attached to the wall with wires."

"Not the smaller ones, like the one you used for cutting tomatoes. I could take that."

"Forget it, Vanessa always checks the drawers and makes sure they're locked. Even the steak knives are locked in. You have to make him think you love it when he rapes you. At least get a boner when he fiddles with your prick first. I don't think he really cares if we like it or not when he sticks it in us after."

"I don't think I can get hard from him touching me. It's sick!"

"It always got hard when you made me touch you," Chico butted in.

"That's different!"

"Pretend it's me touching you. You gotta do it, I don't want to lose you too!"

"Stop crying, Chico. You'll never lose me. I won't allow it."

***

To my astonishment, Vanessa didn't rouse Francis when she turned up later that night. She woke me and Chico and told us both to follow her to Mr Abd's bedroom. Francis didn't even stir when she quickly turned his bed into a cage by lifting the sides up and installed the roof on it. I guess she didn't want to risk him waking up and try to interfere with what Mr Abd was going to do to me and his younger brother.

I was puzzled as to why he had asked for me since Vanessa had warned him about my bum hole being too bruised for him to stick his prick into without causing a lot more damage to it. To be honest, my bum didn't feel so bad, though it had hurt when I went to the toilet after the enema. I suddenly remembered how Mr Abd had said something about Chico, that it was time for him. But, I hadn't been able to hear what it was time for. I hoped Mr Abd wasn't going to rape the small boy, like he had done with me and Francis.

Chico isn't ready for something like that. His bum is much too small, the tube he put into it is so much thinner than mine.

Mr Abd was waiting for us in his bedroom, naked and ready for whatever it was he had planned. His dick looked massive as it stood out from his body. It wasn't the biggest I had seen, but it sure wasn't small either. The hoodless head glistened in the light coming from the bedside lamps.

"Søren, sit on the floor over there and keep quiet. Chico, I want you to lie on the bed on your hands and knees. I want to show you what it is I do to your older brothers, so you'll know what to do. This is what I expect from my sons when they join me at night, you open the door and immediately go to lie on the bed without being told or saying anything. Move back some, your feet should be just off the bed."

I sat watching while Mr Abd tied up Chico like he had tied me to the bed. The little boy seemed more tired than afraid when Mr Abd quickly tied the ropes from the two bedposts to his ankles. He only whined when his wrists none too gently were forced back and tied tightly to his ankles. Like I had done the first time, he tried to tug his arms free so he could lift his head up from the mattress and soon found out he couldn't move them at all. The position he was in left him utterly defenceless.

The sight of the small boy lying there with his bum so obscenely on display, though it was still covered by his onesie, made my worm tingle. A brief fantasy played out in my mind and even though I was ashamed by it, it made me terribly horny too. It was just too easy to imagine myself walking over to the upturned bum and unzip the seat of the onesie and do anything I wanted to the bared boy's bum, worm and nuts. I could make him feel nice or make him hurt, whatever I felt like and he'd be unable to do anything to stop me.

I was wondering what his little bum hole would feel like around my worm, if it would be tight and warm, and just how long it would take for me to get off if I fucked him.

Well, his bum is too high up in the air for me to do that. Unless…

"Søren! Make yourself useful, stand behind your little brother and use your tongue on him. I want to see every part of him covered in your spit. You will lick his balls and prick but mostly his little butthole. Do not make him cum or I'll flog the skin right off your back. However, you are to make him hard, make him moan and cry out like you do when I play with you."

I approached the odd couple, the six year-old tied up on the bed and the 50ish years old naked man standing close to him. It didn't take long before I found myself standing really close to Chico, so close I could easily reach out and undo the U shaped zipper at the back of his onesie. It kept the seat close to his bum, it hugged him so tightly I could see the outline of his butt crack underneath it. It looked like two halves of a honeydew melon were hiding under the stretched fleece, though it sure didn't feel like it when I cupped both of them with my hands.

Chico jumped when he felt my touch and it was only then I remembered I had spent 10 minutes hand spanking him for his 4 points that day.

"Sorry," I said and quickly adjusted my grip to a mere touch.

Just as quickly I received a decisive and piercing slap to my own butt.

"Ow!"

"I told you to play with him, not talk. No more words from now on, just get to it," Mr Abd said angrily.

I nodded even while I was still rubbing my bum, trying to rub out some of the reignited pain from it. It too had been punished severely only two hours or so earlier, it had taken Francis the better part of fifteen minutes to wipe off my points for the day.

Chico didn't jump as much when he felt my hands on his bum again, but this time I made sure to keep my touches light as I quickly unzipped him. The zip went from halfway down his left thigh, up across his lower back and halfway down his right thigh and once undone a large part of his onesie fell open. His usually light brown butt cheeks looked back at me as I took them in. They were more pink now, the result of his bare-bottomed spank.

Not needing any further encouragement from Mr Abd, I bent closer to Chico and kissed his left buttock, like I was kissing it better, though I made sure to leave much more spittle on it than I would have if that had been the case. I bypassed the cleft and kissed the other cheek in the same fashion. I went back and forth a couple of times, not really feeling courageous enough to kiss him there, you know, on his little star.

Though I knew it had to be at least somewhat clean, it had been more than an hour since we had showered and I had farted at least twice since then. If Chico was anything like me, he would've likely done the same. The cabbage stew we had for dinner that night had really gotten my insides to generate a ton of gas.

He had two bowls of it. Surely he has farted. Maybe he has one stored inside right now and will let it rip right when I kiss him there.

Mr Abd didn't care, or more likely he didn't know what my concerns were, since he simply pushed my face right into his bum crack when I moved my head to kiss Chico's other cheek. My lips were already puckered up, the end of my tongue peeking out through them, when my face was mashed into the little sweaty bum crack.

"Lick him well, I said, and right on his butthole. This is his butthole, if you didn't know," Mr Abd told me while he kept up the pressure on the back of my head.

I held my breath for as long as I could but it wasn't long enough as Mr Abd kept pushing at my head. I had to breathe and my nose was only centimetres away from Chico's smelly bum hole. I gasped when I quickly breathed out then in. Chico's little bum didn't smell like nasty farts, it smelled like soap and something different. It was slightly intoxicating when I took another and longer breath of air.

On my own, I moved my head a bit further down and poked the tip of my nose against his little sphincter and took another deep breath in through my nose.

"Glad to see you enjoying the smell, Søren, but I told you to lick! it," Mr Abd said angrily and swatted my bum again.

I stuck my tongue out and the end of it made contact with Chico small boy nuts. The texture of his little pouch was so soft and I could feel every little wrinkle in it while I slowly tilted my head backwards and traced the velvet-soft skin between his legs all the way up to his bum hole. It too was wrinkled, virginal, had probably never been pierced by anything other than the narrow enema tube, a rectal thermometer and possibly one of his own fingers.

And now, by the tip of my tongue.

I was repulsed from the very idea. But, when I got started, it was hard to believe the pliant little muscle I was teasing with my tongue was capable of expelling nasty stuff like poop and to be perfectly honest, I wasn't really thinking about that while I attacked it with my firmed up tongue. Chico wasn't moaning in ecstasy from the feeling, no he was giggling fiercely as he tried to move away from what I was doing to his backside. Of course, tied up like he was, he couldn't move much, only from side to side and I just moved with him while I kept my lips firmly locked against his bum hole.

When he kept wriggling, I took his bum in my hands and held him tight so I didn't have to move my head about as much. I had licked him for several minutes when his giggling slowly ceased and was replaced by very low moaning. He stopped trying to move his bum away from my mouth and instead strained to push it backwards and closer to me. I moved my left hand off his bum and carefully stuck it in between his legs and fondled his boy dick and nuts all at the same time. The floppy little thing soon firmed up and all 4 or 5 centimetres [~2"] of it pointed directly at the mattress below the boy.

His hood was kind of tight and some of it still stuck to the head inside of it when I gently rolled it down the short and incredibly hard stalk. His moaning intensified while I played with his little boner.

Mr Abd swatted my bum again and told me to lick around Chico's hole and hold onto his little nuts, gently but firm.

"Let him ease off, then you go back to licking his hole and playing with his little prick again," he told me.

Chico didn't seem to be too bothered when I did that, at least not the first couple of times. The taste of his hole and the power I held over his little body, to allow him to climb the hill but not ever reach the top and roll down on the other side of it, made me feel strangely excited. I was so into it and thought I'd be able to make myself orgasm without even touching myself, when Mr Abd gasped loudly behind me.

"Oh shit, I can't take any more of this. It's too much. Damned it, I just have to," I heard him say then felt his hands when he quickly unzipped the seat of my onesie.

"A quick one won't harm you. Fuck, I hope I won't regret this later, but I have to stick my prick into someone and if it can't be the little one, it'll have to be you, Søren. Don't move your head from that butt. Keep licking it no matter what happens."

He spread my bum cheeks, spat at my hole and almost immediately I felt his dick head poking hard at my bum hole. He didn't give me time to try to relax my hole, just crammed his dick really hard inside. I licked harder at Chico's hole and tried to ignore the pain in my bum. It helped somewhat having something else to focus on, but it still hurt so much I had to gasp from the pain while Mr Abd persistently stabbed his large dick into my body.

When I felt the head breach fully through my opening, I knew the worst part was over. My hole was still trying to adapt to the girth of his dick but I knew it wouldn't have to widen any more to accept the rest of him inside of me. Mr Abd kept pushing at my lower back to get me into the position he wanted and I kept resisting him. I simply couldn't bend any further or arch my back any more than I already was or I'd be unable to keep licking Chico's bum hole.

He cursed loudly and with a firm grip around my hips he lifted me right off the floor and slammed his dick home inside me. Then, still holding me up, he started to really pump his hips and every time he pumped into me, he sent me closer to the bed and Chico. I was pushed right on top of the small boy, my belly resting on his back and Mr Abd went into overdrive and made both of us boys squeal from the intensity of his fucking.

I think Chico was overwhelmed by my weight and the ropes holding him tied to the bedposts must have really hurt his ankles when Mr Abd took full advantage of the better angle to my bum hole. His thrusts increased in length and I could feel his dick slipping out of me before it was driven right back in to the hilt. Though it couldn't have been for so long, it felt like I had been on top of Chico, holding onto his frail shoulders for dear life for hours when Mr Abd finally grunted out in his usual way and came violently deep inside of me.

As per usual, he seemed to quickly lose all interest in us boys after his orgasm and told me to untie Chico and for us to return to our bedroom. The knots were tricky and my fingers not too steady but somehow I managed to get the small boy freed and we hurried out of the room without looking back.

Neither of us said a word and we avoided eye contact when Vanessa led us through the house after she had quickly put me into the chastity belt. She told Chico to go straight to bed and took me into the bathroom.

"Put this in your bum," she told me and handed me the dreaded tube for my enema bag.

I couldn't believe she wanted to fill my bum with water after what Mr Abd had done to it. All I really wanted was to bury my face into my pillow while I cried out my pain, but she clearly meant business as she just turned me around and unzipped enough of my onesie to put the tube into my bum herself.

"This isn't to make you poop, it's a mix of painkillers and ointment to help you recover. I told him to leave you alone for just two nights! Well, since he couldn't do that, he'll now have to wait a week for your bum to heal."

"Is it bad?" I asked her, kind of already knowing the answer but hoping for the best.

"Well, at least he didn't rip your sphincter, but yes, you have a couple of quite painful days ahead of you. Other than study hall, you're confined to your bed. Okay, all the fluid has gone inside of your bum now. A little ointment directly on your sphincter and we're done. I don't want you to touch your bum hole, you'll only make it worse. If you do touch it, even in your sleep, I'll put you in a diaper and lock the zippers in your onesie. Am I clear?"

"Yes, Vanessa."

She told me to go to bed and fortunately she didn't tuck me in but instead removed the top and sides from Francis' bed.

"Did he fuck him?" I heard Francis ask after Vanessa had turned off the light and left us to sleep.

"No."

"He made Søren lick my bum!"

"Go to sleep, Chico. It's way too late for you to be awake."

Francis was right, it was much too late, not only for Chico but also me to not be sleeping. The stuff Vanessa had put into my bum made it feel much better, at least it didn't hurt enough to keep me awake for long.

***

I have to say I didn't much enjoy being forced to stay in my bed all day long. Apart from short trips to the bathroom I wasn't allowed to get out of bed at all. Chico brought me my breakfast, but the oatmeal porridge was almost cold and tasted bland at best. He couldn't stay for long either, had been told to return with the bowl and spoon as soon as I had finished eating.

My bum hole was itchy and the stuff Vanessa had put into and all around it the night before had made a mess of my sheet. Still, I didn't scratch it. Not too much anyway. I tried to go back to sleep and managed to sleep for about an hour before I woke again, this time fully awake. My young boy body wanted to move, not just lay on a boring bed. I didn't have anything to entertain myself with either, there were no toys, nor a computer or TV in our bedroom.

There's not even a book to read.

All there was were our three beds and a large chest of three drawers. The bottom drawer contained nine onesies, three for each of us, plus the one we were currently wearing. The two other drawers contained chains, handcuffs made from steel and some from leather, and a whole range of stuff to torture people with. I only had a brief look, didn't want to look too closely since I knew the stuff was meant for hurting me and my brothers.

I was curious, though, and found myself returning to the drawers again after only a short moment of sitting idly on my bed. I was tracing the outline of a leather spatula with rivets along the seams, when I heard the door open.

"So, you're drawn to the toy chest. It's okay, Søren, no need to be afraid," Vanessa tried to calm me while she approached me.

"But, you'll make me use this on Chico."

"Yes, if he misbehaves. And Francis will use it on you, if you misbehave. It isn't done simply because I like watching boys hurt other boys. While I do enjoy it, it's really to make you better slaves. Now, put it back and come with me. I have to check your bum."

I put the spatula back in the drawer and slid it shut. I hoped the drawer would somehow get stuck, so the things inside it would never again see the light of day.

That's too much to hope for probably.

I was no stranger to corporal punishments, had pretty much been subjected to them since birth, but that didn't mean I was in favour of them. Certainly not when I had to punish someone else for something they hadn't done to me.

Vanessa had gone into the bathroom and I went to her, turned my back and bent over when she told me to. She quickly unzipped the seat in my onesie and told me to spread open my cheeks.

"Keep them spread like that. Push out a little when you feel me push in."

I wondered what she meant, but couldn't see anything she was doing back there. I didn't want to be punished so I kept my butt cheeks spread open as far as I could with my hands.

Vanessa put something cold right on my bum hole and only a few seconds later I could feel something being pushed up against it. Whatever it was, Vanessa wanted it to go inside, and bloody quickly too based on the amount of force she used.

"Oow," I whined when the unknown object started entering my hole.

"Oh, shush now, boy. It's no bigger than what Mr Abd has forced inside of you, I'm sure."

While that may have been the truth, Mr Abd's dick had at least been warm, not awfully cold and a lot softer than whatever it was she pushed inside.

"There, now it's all the way inside. Time to expand it a little so I can have a good look."

Immediately I could feel my hole being forced wider, it felt like the cold thing she had put into me grew larger in size, slowly yes, but not slow enough to not hurt me. Soon it felt as if my hole was gaping open, much further than it had ever before. Vanessa let go of the object, but it stayed wedged inside of me and kept my hole spread out.

"A bit of light and I'll be able to tell if there are any fissures that will need my attention."

She spent a long while studying my hole and from time to time she slowly rotated the thing that kept my hole open for her.

"Boy, you sure have seen plenty of action haven't you? Oh yes, for sure you're no stranger to being fucked."

I blushed in shame from her teasing me.

"Well, that's why Mr Abd purchased you, I guess. We're in luck too, no need for stitches, but I can see two small fissures that needs to be treated. If I let them be, they'll just tear right up again," Vanessa said and then rotated the thing she had put in my bum, "Ah. You've got a small haemorrhoid too. Well, I can treat that the same way as the fissures. I'll just cut it right out and a bit of heat will close it up nicely. Once you've recovered, your hole will be good as new and shouldn't hurt you as much after Mr Abd has finished with it."

She turned away from me and soon I could smell something being heated before she once again was right back behind me.

"OW!" I yelled out in pain.

"Don't scream, boy. It was only an injection. No worse than getting a flu shot. It's a bit of tranquilizer, not too much to make you fall asleep, since I still need you to keep those buttocks spread, but enough to make what I need to do hurt you less. I can't have you jumping up and down in pain when I put a sharp scissors deep into your bum. I just might cut off more than absolutely necessary."

She made me wait for a long time but I couldn't relax at all. I was forbidden from moving while waiting for the tranquilizer to work.

"Can you feel this?"

"Yes, Vanessa."

"Does it hurt?"

"No, Vanessa."

"Good, I've just pinched the haemorrhoid tight. Aand… Snip, it's no longer attached to you. That wasn't too bad, was it?"

"It hurt!"

"Well, you didn't scream this time, so it couldn't have been that bad. You should thank me, though. I've just spared you from experiencing a lot of pain after Mr Abd has fucked your little butt. It'll make you ready to be fucked much sooner afterwards too. So both of you will be very happy."

"Thank you, Vanessa."

"Oh, it's my pleasure. We're not done yet though. I have to stop the bleeding now."

"I'm bleeding?"

"Yes. But not to worry, it's just a tiny little bit. You won't bleed out from this, but I need to have you ready within days so I have to burn it shut."

The smell of burnt flesh was bad, but knowing that it came from within my body made it even worse. Thankfully, it didn't take Vanessa too long to stop the bleeding that came from where the haemorrhoid had been and the two small fissures in my sphincter. She let me see the instruments she had used after she had finished. The thing she had put into my bum hole first was something she called a speculum. I was quite astonished when she made it open as wide as it had been inside my poor little bum hole.

Well, it sure can get a lot bigger than I ever thought was possible.

The scissors blades were tiny and sat on long handles. I didn't like seeing the blood on the blades, but at least I was no longer bleeding. According to Vanessa, anyway. I had no way of being certain and just had to trust the woman. The tip of the cauterizer started glowing when she turned it on and was far too hot for my finger tip. She made me move it extremely slowly towards my finger so I wouldn't burn myself on it, but I never managed to get it closer than 1 cm to the tip of my finger.

"Right, back to bed, now. There's a slight chance the wounds in your bum will open, even with all the burning I did to them," Vanessa told me after she had pushed a gloved finger all the way into my bum hole and covered it in a fresh layer of petroleum jelly mixed with healing agents.

***

While my bum healed, I had to stay in bed. For the first two days I wasn't even allowed to go to the study hall. I tried to pass the time by repeatedly logging on to the secret site, only in my mind of course, as I still hadn't found any computers or tablets to use. I just wanted to be ready for whenever I'd come across something of importance to D. That hadn't happened yet, so far I had only been treated like a slave and I doubted neither D nor T would be interested in learning how that progressed.

On day two, I couldn't stand another minute being cooped up in the boring bedroom. The novelty of rehearsing how to log on to the site had also worn out long before I finally snuck out. I wasn't looking for trouble just made my way carefully to the study hall. Something as boring as listening to the old teacher would be far better than having absolutely nothing to do. I didn't quite make it all the way to the class room, though.

"You're supposed to be in your bed, Søren."

I sighed.

"Yes, Vanessa."

How come she always knows where I am? There aren't any cameras in the house. I've already checked and I haven't found any.

"I should give you a lot of points for being out of bed," she said, "but I won't. I'll deal with your punishment myself, right now. Go back to your bed, Søren."

"Yes, Vanessa."

I walked the short distance quite slowly. Vanessa didn't hurry me along, just matched her pace to the slow one of mine.

"Søren, if you won't obey my orders, from this very moment, I will punish Chico for it. I'll double, triple and even quadruple his points whenever you disobey me. Then I will force you to carry out the punishment and explain to him why he is being punished."

"Please, Vanessa. It isn't Chico's fault."

"No, but if you don't care about what happens to you, maybe you'll care for your younger brother. He's such a sweetie, isn't he? A right little darling who looks up to you."

"How do you know that?"

"I have my ways, Søren. Don't ask again as I simply won't tell you. I know he's probably your last friend in the world right now. And you're his. What would it do to him, if I turned you against him? You're Mr Abd's favourite toy right now and as such I can't harm you too much. Not bodily anyway. I'm sure you have a lot to think of now and you can do so while I warm your buttocks for you. Go get the slipper from the drawer."

"Yes, Vanessa," I said dejectedly.

In a way it was better to lie on Vanessa's lap and be slippered by her. At least I wasn't all alone for the duration of it and she kept me company for a very long time. When she finally deemed my bum cheeks warm enough, she made me lie on my back on my bed and strapped me spread-eagle to it.

"Well, I think you'll stay in bed now. Your bum needs time to heal and it means you can't move too much around while it does. Maybe tomorrow it'll be okay for you to walk around again, but until then, you'll stay in bed."

"Vanessa?" I asked when she finished talking.

"Yes?"

"I have to pee."

"Well isn't that just a pity. Hold it in, boy."

"Please. I can't, Vanessa."

She sighed, then went into the bathroom. She returned wearing surgical gloves.

"I won't let you out of bed, but I don't want you to wet your bed either. If you had been younger, like Chico's age, I would have just put you in a diaper. You're a bit too old for that, though. Instead, I'll put a catheter in your penis. It'll take care of the problem."

She unlocked the two padlocks on the belt and slid the darned thing off my body. I could see my dick, but couldn't touch it. Not that I wanted to, anyway, not right then. She made short progress of inserting the catheter into my dick and didn't stop pushing it into my body until it reached something that made me moan from pain.

"Just another few centimetres [~1"] to go. That's your prostate," Vanessa explained.

She ignored my wail and just pushed harder on the catheter. Finally I could see dribbles of pee come out of the end of the plastic tube. She taped the catheter in place on my limp dick and let the end hang over the edge of my bed. I could hear the drips when they fell into the pail she had put on the floor.

"Chico will empty that for you."

***

Eventually my bum hole healed and I was let out of confinement again. It didn't surprise me at all when Mr Abd asked for me via Vanessa. Nor did it surprise me that I wasn't allowed to cum, not even once, throughout the 85 minutes he kept me tied up to the end of his large bed. Neither did it surprise me when I one day woke up to find Francis gone from our room.

The abrupt departure made me sad, but my sadness was nothing compared to what Chico felt. He was devastated when Vanessa simply told us Francis had been sold and would never return. She wouldn't tell Chico to whom his brother had been sold, she only said it was highly unlikely the two of them would ever meet again.

I heard him quietly cry that evening when Vanessa came for me. And he was still crying when I returned after Mr Abd had finished with me.

Go comfort him. He's only a little boy and he has just lost his older brother.

Ignore him as best as you can. You need to focus on the mission!

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Mr Abd has already made up his mind about Francis. If I tell him now, he'll only get too upset about it and there's really nothing Francis or I can do to stop it from happening.

Fortunately, I had another 90 minutes of dusting to do before I had to face Francis again. He and Chico had kitchen duty, something I was kind of happy not having to do. Though it had been kind of fun to prepare dinner with my mum, it was anything but fun at Mr Abd's house. Vanessa always kept a very close eye on everything we did while in the kitchen and she'd raise hell if even the smallest thing wasn't done to her liking. I could still vividly remember how she had berated me for getting the knives and forks mixed up on the table.

I got a point for that. And one more for putting glass jars on the table for us kids. No, dusting is better, even if this stupid duster is too short for me to reach the top shelves.

I didn't particularly like having to dust but it meant I had time to think.

"Søren, what are you doing standing on that chair?"

I almost fell from it in shock of hearing Vanessa's question. I looked down and saw her standing right next to me. She had snuck inside the room I was in.

"Sor…" I started to apologize, but stopped myself.

I had said I was sorry before and Vanessa had told me not to be sorry. Instead I tried to explain my actions.

"I had to use the chair to reach the high places. The duster isn't long enough and I'm too short. I've been very careful," I said and kept my voice calm and under control.

"Get down from it."

She inspected the seat of the chair while I stood next to it. I kept my head bowed, but my eyes tracked her every movement while she painstakingly slow made sure I hadn't damaged the stupid, heavy and old chair by climbing up on top of it. I awaited the punishment for what I had done, I knew there'd be one. It was only a matter of how many points I'd get this time.

"Well, at least you haven't scratched the varnish. You have made it look dull in places which means I will have to polish it. All because you didn't use your head and learn how to make proper use of a tool. Give me that duster!"

She snatched it from my hand before I had a chance to hand it to her.

"All you had to do is this; Twist the handle and you can extend the length of the shaft. Twist it back and it locks. The head of the duster can be bent into shape too. Søren, you told me you had dusted before, that you knew how to do it."

"Yes, Vanessa," I said.

I had said so, since I had dusted. I had however done it using a cloth, not a duster.

"So you lied to me. 5 points for being dishonest and another 5 for getting onto the furniture after being told not to."

I got another two points for not dusting the top of a widescreen TV and the very top shelf of a tall bookcase she had to use a stepladder to check.

"Twelve points already. It isn't even noon yet, Søren. If you are to get more points today, your punishment will keep you awake all night."

"Yes, Vanessa," I said knowing it wouldn't do me any good to object to the unfair punishment.

"Wash up and go to your brothers in the kitchen. Lunch is almost ready."

Chico and Francis had everything ready when I joined them in the kitchen. All we had to do was take the plates of food into the dining hall and put them on the table.

***

Since it was Sunday, there was no school after lunch. After we had cleared the table and cleaned everything off, we were given a rare one and a half hour of free time. I went outside to the garden, after putting on my wellies. I hadn't seen much of the large garden which turned out to be more like a small park rather than just a garden. I knew where the large swimming pool was and went in a direction that wouldn't take me close to it. I don't know exactly what I was looking for in the park-like garden, mostly I think I went outside simply to be alone for a while.

The garden looked pristine, more than just well-kept, and dreadfully boring to my ten year-old eyes. I followed a pathway, made from flat stones that were so carefully set in place it looked as if the entire pathway was made out of one very long stone. I followed the path until it ended at a pavilion. I scarcely paid the white open-walled building any attention, just walked onto the grass next to it and kept walking in the same direction until I again faced something blocking my path.

This time it wasn't a man-made construction, though the trimmed hedge looked more like it was made from plastic rather than nature. I followed it, looked for an opening that would allow me to move further away from the mansion. When I found it, I had to crawl to get through it and found myself facing a tall wall, one I knew I'd never manage to get past. There was razor wire on top of it and if that wasn't enough to keep people from climbing over it, the small yellow triangular signs with a lightning on them warned me about the wires being electrified.

The well-kept hedge planted right next to the wall made sure Mr Abd didn't have to look at the wall.

Maybe he doesn't like how it looks.

To my boyish eyes I found the wall a lot better than the hedge. The wall was rugged and looked massive, sturdy, and masculine. The small space between wall and hedge was no more than a half a metre [~20"] wide at the very bottom and the branches from the hedge made it difficult to stand up. It was gloomy in there too, but the dirt was soft and quite nice to sit on as I found out after having crawled a short distance from the hole in the hedge.

"Who's there?" I cried out when I heard someone at the hole in the hedge.

"It's only me. What're you doing?"

"I just wanted to be alone for a bit," I told Chico, who by then was busy climbing towards me.

"Oh. Fran said the same and told me to get lost. Do you want me to get lost too?"

Francis will soon find himself all alone. But I can't tell Chico that.

"No, I meant I wanted to be a long way from Vanessa. Not you."

The small boy smiled at me and sat down.

"Is this your secret hiding place?" he asked.

"I dunno. I only just found it."

"It could be our secret place."

"Would you like that?"

"Yep."

"Okay. Then it's our secret place."

Chico smiled even bigger at my words. We sat in silence for a time, I think I even dozed off for a while too.

"So, what do you do in a secret place?"

Chico's voice brought me back to reality.

"Dunno, nothing I guess."

"That's boring."

I heard him start unzipping his onesie.

"What are you doing?" I asked, suddenly alarmed.

"I want to play."

"Chico! Vanessa will punish you for it."

"She isn't here to see. She'll never know unless you tell her."

"Zip it back up. You know we can't get naked unless we're told to. Or in our room."

"Nope. You told me you'd suck on my winky if I asked you."

I had said so before Vanessa had put me in the bloody belt that prevented me from touching myself. I didn't know what she'd do to me if I was to touch Chico, let alone suck him off, and I wasn't too keen to find out either. I already had 12 freaking points for the day, more than I had ever accumulated before. Francis' 16 points was still the all-time record and I didn't want to change that, not ever.

Still, Chico had fished his little boy dick out of the large opening in his onesie and sat playing with it not one meter [~3 feet] away from me. It was already hard and it couldn't take me long to suck him off to what would probably be his first ever orgasm. The sight of the horny little boy playing with his dick made my own throb within its cage. I desperately wanted to play with my dick too. The period of time I had spent at Mr Abd's house was the longest I had gone without a climax ever since I had first discovered what it felt like.

"Suck it? Please?" Chico begged.

Suck him off. You're all alone and no one will be any the wiser if you do.

You can't suck him. You're both slaves and not allowed to do that.

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"Shhh, Chico. It's going to be okay. Francis never liked it here anyway," I whispered and got into Chico's bed.

It was only a small bed, his was shorter than mine and just as narrow. It mattered not, soon I had Chico clinging to me and I decided to move us both to my bed. It wasn't as hard as you may think. Francis' bed had been moved out from our bedroom and mine had been moved to where his had been. Right next to Chico's.

I kissed the little boy on his cheek. It was only a brotherly kiss with no sexual undertones at all.

"I miss him so much!" Chico wailed.

"Shhh, keep your voice down. I think Vanessa is monitoring our room."

"Why do you think that?"

"Come with me to the bathroom, but don't make any noise at all. Pretend you've fallen asleep."

"We are not to leave our beds at night."

"We can, but only if we have to pee. Come on, I don't want to risk Vanessa hearing us whispering."

I was tired, but Chico was upset and I kind of liked the little fellow. I wanted to talk to him and it was too important to wait. If I was right, I had to make sure Chico would never say anything incriminating to me while we were in our bedroom. I only spoke again when we were in the bathroom with the door shut.

"Vanessa told me she had her ways of knowing everything that happens in the house. And I think she's right. But, I just thought of something today. She never acted on me telling you and Francis about him being sold. When I told you, we were in the bathroom, remember?"

"Yes, and so what? He's gone now and left me behind."

"You still have me. You're not all alone. But I think there are bugs, microphones, in our bedroom or maybe in our pajamas, I don't know. If so, we can only talk like this when we're here in the bathroom and naked. Well, almost naked."

While Chico was indeed naked, I still wore one thing. It wasn't clothing, but the belt I was wearing was kind of hard to ignore and covered up everything that made me a boy. The cup covering my boy parts was made of mesh, thin and tinned steel wire woven together to make an impenetrable barrier between my fingers and my dick. I could see my dick through the mesh, if the light was just right, but I simply couldn't touch it.

"What's it like?" Chico asked when he saw me studying the belt.

"It sucks! Don't touch your winky when Vanessa or father can see you. Act like you don't even know you have one. If it gets hard, just ignore it completely."

"Why? It's my winky!"

"No. It's father's winky. He owns us. All of us. And he doesn't want us to fiddle with ourselves. If you touch it, Vanessa will put a belt on you too."

"Don't you miss touching yours?"

"Duh. Yes I do. But I can't. I keep hoping Vanessa will forget to put the belt back on me when I come out of father's bedroom. It's the first thing she does though."

"What happens in his bedroom?"

"You know! You've been there with me once."

"Does it hurt?"

"Well… Some of it hurts. I don't think he does it on purpose. He's not like Vanessa."

"She's a bitch!"

"Don't ever say that when she can hear you. But you're right, she is a bitch."

I had Chico pee while I sat and peed too. We went back to sleep without flushing so we'd be able to tell Vanessa why we had left our beds during the night.

***

Vanessa never found out we had been out of our beds, Chico's reluctance to do anything she told him to made sure of that. She had to slap him hard two times to get him out of bed. I wanted to stop her, but I knew I'd be her next target if I did anything. So I didn't. Yes, go ahead, call me chicken or hypocrite, I don't care. Chico knew he had to do everything the vile woman demanded of him and getting up in the morning to get dressed couldn't be such a big deal. Eventually he did just that but not without a reddening handprint on both of his cheeks.

At least she didn't give him any points.

"Søren, since Francis is no longer here, you will be responsible for cooking from now on," she informed me.

"Yes, Vanessa. But, I don't know how."

"You best learn quickly then. Every household slave should know how to cook."

That's why I soon found myself in the kitchen, alone. I had to make oatmeal porridge, the only thing me and my brothers had for breakfast no matter which day of the week it was. Unfortunately, I had never made it before and I hadn't been able to watch Francis cook it either. Not all the way from start to finish anyway.

He used a pot and nothing more than oats and water. But how much of each?

Let's just say my first attempt wasn't very successful. While it tasted pretty much the same as when Francis had made it, it felt like eating glue. Chico ate about a quarter of his portion then pushed the bowl away.

"You haven't finished eating, Chico."

"I can't eat anymore, Vanessa," he whined.

"Two points for not finishing your breakfast. Five points for you, Søren, for not preparing a decent breakfast for you and your brother."

It's not fair! I don't know how to cook and I told you!

"Another five points for pulling that face at me, Søren."

Shit!

"Yes, Vanessa."

***

Lunch was easier to prepare, all I had to do was put a couple of slices of tomato on a piece of toast, sprinkle it with cheese and slap another piece of toast on top of it. I made six of these and put them in the oven, then carefully watched over them while they slowly baked. I knew if I was to get them burnt, Vanessa would add more points to the 10 I had gotten at breakfast and the other 3 I had received for letting water drip onto the floor while cleaning windows.

After lunch was over and Chico and I had finished cleaning up, we were told to run laps around the mansion.

"No dawdling now, this is exercising and not sight-seeing. You have 180 seconds to get around the building and back here," Vanessa explained while she lounged on a sunbed.

180 seconds. That's 3 minutes. That shouldn't be too hard to do. The world's fastest sprinter ran 100 metres in less than 10 seconds.

I figured there was about 500 metres [⅓ mile] around the mansion. In my logic it meant we had a surplus of more than two minutes to cover the distance.

"Get to it, the clock is ticking!"

I set off in a trot with Chico next to me. I tried to run fast enough for us to make the trip around the mansion within 3 minutes. Just fast enough for us to get around without spending too much energy on it. The sun was shining from a clear blue sky and the 1 o'clock heat was quite fierce. It wasn't made any colder by us having to run in wellies and our rather thick fleece onesies. Still we made it around the mansion with time to spare.

"That wasn't so bad, was it boys?"

"No, Vanessa," I said.

"Good. Run another lap. Now that you've warmed up and gotten your muscles loosened up, you should be able to do it in 2 minutes and 45 seconds."

***

She didn't tell us how much time we spent running the first lap.

I only made the realization when we had gotten onto the other side of the mansion. I suppose we at least hadn't spent any longer than three minutes since Vanessa hadn't yelled at us. Still, I figured it was better to run just a tiny bit faster than the first lap.

"Slow down, Søren."

"You need to keep up, Chico. We have to run faster. We're almost there."

Chico looked to be out of breath already. Still, he managed to trot alongside me for the rest of the lap. When we made it back to the patio where Vanessa was lounging, she scarcely looked up at us and only made a gesture to have us run around the mansion again.

I wonder how long she's going to have us run like this. It's much harder to run than it was to swim and even that was tiring too.

"Again, boys. This time, you have 2 minutes and 30 seconds."

Vanessa had turned to lie on her front, tanning in the sun naked.

She has a lovely bum. But if I told her so, she'd probably spank mine blue and yellow for even looking at it.

I had to focus on running, Vanessa had decreased the time we had to complete the lap and I no longer thought it safe to simply trot along. I grabbed Chico by the hand and forced him to run faster next to me.

"Let go!" He whined.

"No. She gave us less time to do the same distance," I explained, a bit winded.

"So?"

"It means we have to run faster."

***

Vanessa kept us running until she had reduced the time to two minutes flat. Three more laps of running later, as quickly as little Chico's legs had been able to carry him, she told us to slow right down to a walk for another lap around the mansion.

When we had finally made it back again, I thought our daily exercise to be over. I was almost cheering, albeit silently as I was much too winded to talk, when we stood in front of the naked woman.

"Chico, go cool down under the showerhead at the pool," she said, then looked up at me, "While your younger brother is done, you're not. You're four years older than him, and you're taller, you can do four laps at 1 minute and 45 seconds before you're done."

I was about ready to cry when Vanessa told me to go back to running and much faster than we had been so far. My earlier thoughts about being able to run the distance at less than a minute had been way off too. I had been slowly counting while we had run the last lap, the one before we were told to walk. Though I knew my counting hadn't been as accurate as a clock, I had still been able to count more than 120 seconds.

Much more. We probably spent closer to three minutes.

She only pointed to her wristwatch and I got on with it. I ran the last four laps without stopping at all, determined to not letting her break my willpower. She got darned near to doing so afterwards however.

"Chico, come over here. It's time to reveal the results."

Vanessa waited for the naked young boy to step out from the spray of the cool water and stand next to me. He looked somewhat refreshed while I on the other hand was about done for.

"Neither of you would be able to win any trophies if you were to compete. Apart from the first few laps, and the one you walked, you sagged behind the clock on all of them. You did a total of ten laps together. Five of them you failed to make it on time. I'm very disappointed in you. Three points for each lap you spent too long running. That's 15 points for you both. Søren, you did four laps by yourself. You failed all of those, even worse than those you ran with Chico. Five points for each of them, so 20 more for you. Go take a shower, then report to study hall. You have about 20 minutes."

***

I was fuming from anger when I walked with Chico to our bedroom. We took the outside route since he was naked and I was sweating so much I'd probably be dripping all the way through the house if I had went inside. The running had added 35 points to my total, with the 10 I had gotten at breakfast and the three I had gotten while cleaning windows I was up to 48. There was still study hall to go, a guaranteed way of getting even more points since it was simply too boring for me to stay focused for any length of time. And then dinner, something I knew would end up with me getting a ton of points, too.

Chico will have his work cut out for him tonight.

I momentarily considered asking Chico not to make faces at the dinner table and just eat the bloody food, no matter how badly it would taste, but realized it wouldn't matter if he did or not. Dinner was where all four of us, Chico, me, Vanessa and Mr Abd, would sit and eat together. My only consolation was Vanessa would oversee the preparation of the food. She wouldn't allow me to make any mistakes that in turn would end up with Mr Abd not enjoying his dinner.

If she did, father would be cross with her. Now, that would only give her another excuse to beat the living daylights out of me and Chico.

It was at that time I thought about running away for the first time after being sold to Mr Abd. Almost immediately I rejected the idea. I didn't know where I was or where to go if I somehow managed to get off the property owned by Mr Abd. If I ran, I'd be on my own again, worse off than before. At least this time, I knew if I did my job, I had friends who'd help me. Well, I hoped they would.

"FUCK" I swore so loudly I think I scared Chico. The small boy jumped at my outburst and looked at me. He only relaxed when I began shampooing his hair for him.

How could I be so fucking stupid? D and T never said anything about rescuing me after my mission is over.

The two seemingly so kind men had probably known right from the start that this would be a one-way street for me. That once I had agreed to become a slave, for the better of their organisation and saving the world and all the other stuff they had somehow convinced me would happen, would mean I'd forever be a slave. I was much more likely to die while still a slave than ever getting to see my family again.

"Wash my bum?"

Chico's quiet request brought me out of my train of thoughts and back to reality. I wasn't dead yet, and if I had anything to say, I wasn't going to spend the rest of my life being a slave. At least not a miserable slave. I still had at least one person who liked me and depended on me.

"Okay. But not for too long. We have to get to study hall in like 10 minutes."

I wanted to bring pleasure to the little boy again, only this time I wanted to wank his little flaccid dick until it would throb in ecstasy. I wanted to push one or two of my fingers deep into his little tight bottom and massage him there while the fingers on my other hand massaged his stiff boy spear. I didn't do any of it, I knew Mr Abd wanted to be the one who decided whether or not Chico would ever learn what his winky was really for.

Likely he'll never want him to know what an orgasm is. But, that's his decision. Not mine.

So I simply washed Chico. Yes, the little boy was very clean after I had finished with him but he hadn't gotten anywhere near an orgasm. Heck, he hadn't even gotten much of a stiffy. We just didn't have the time for him to get an orgasm anyway.

***

We made it to study hall just in time. Like everywhere else, the chair Francis had sat on was gone from the room. The two remaining chairs had been rearranged and if you didn't know, you wouldn't have been able to tell there had once been three chairs in the room.

It's like everything was set up for only two slaves, not three. Even the place my bed had been in the bedroom seemed out of place. Like it was only temporary.

I tried to concentrate on the teacher when he appeared in front of us. Well, it was only a flickering hologram, but it was no more than two metres [~6.5 feet] away from us. His voice came from a speaker on the wall and the audio was a bit out of sync. What he taught was simple stuff, like addition and subtraction, stuff I had already learned at school. It seemed like only the bare necessities for how to understand instructions given by our betters, which would be anyone we met who was not a slave.

Since it was so simple, I really should have had no problems during class, but my mind kept wandering and I ended up gazing at the hologram. I didn't see the details of the teacher, it depicted, only the hue of bluish white light floating in the air in front of my desk. The voice from the speaker gradually turned into noise, until it was nothing more than part of the environment.

It's like Mr Abd always knew he only wanted two slaves. He only bought Francis because he was like part of a package. As soon as he could, he just got rid of him. Will he get rid of me if I don't do what he wants? Will he ever want to part with me if I make him happy? I wish I had someone to ask. All I have is Chico and he's just way too little to understand.

"Søren!"

I heard my name being said at the same time as I felt a finger poke into my side.

"Thirteen, Sir," I blurted out quickly having no clue whatsoever what I had been asked.

The flickering hologram made the teacher's eyes look much scarier than normal. I saw his lips move before the sound kicked in.

"Correct," I heard.

I could see Chico sitting next to me looking awestricken at me while I slowly breathed out.

When the study hall ended with the hologram suddenly disappearing, neither Chico nor I had gotten any more points. It had been sheer luck, Chico hadn't been asked anything and the teacher had only asked me that one time.

Dinner was a different matter, I had to pay attention all the way through the preparations and while the lamb chops probably were a bit overcooked I didn't get any points for it. We ate in near silence, Mr Abd looked rather displeased when Vanessa told him we hadn't done our best while exercising. He didn't say another word after that and didn't kiss or tell us goodnight after dinner.

***

"How many points did you get today, Chico?" Vanessa asked when we had returned to our bedroom.

"I don't know," Chico's low voice waivered when he said it.

"What do you mean you don't know?"

"I don't know what the total is. You gave me two for breakfast and fifteen when you made us run."

"And what is two plus fifteen?"

Chico tried to work it out but failed and shrugged his shoulders.

"I don't know. Twelve?" He guessed.

"You should know how to add numbers by now. You're six years old! Søren! What is the correct answer?"

"Seventeen, Vanessa."

"And what is seventeen times three?"

"Uhm… I need to think, Vanessa."

"Don't keep me waiting for too long, Søren."

I did the calculations by adding 17 to 17, worked it out to be 34 and then added 17 to that. It wasn't easy trying to do maths while standing naked in front of an evil and very angry fully clothed woman.

"It's fifty-one, Vanessa."

"And that's how many times you will whack Chico's thighs with the leather paddle to wipe off his score for today. How many points did you get?"

"48, Vanessa."

"And how many whacks does that convert into?"

"124, Vanessa," I said after a time.

"Are you hoping for a rebate, Søren? Are you deliberately trying to get off easier than your brother?"

"No, Vanessa. Sorry. I was sure 45 times 3 is 124."

"It's 144! Which is far too many times to be asking your little brother to hit you, wouldn't you agree?"

"Yes, Vanessa."

"So, how do you intend to clear your points for today?"

I had no clue. I knew the points had been exchanged into whacks with the leather paddle, a fierce-looking black thing with rivets, but without Francis, there weren't anyone to hit me with it apart from Chico.

"Do it myself?" I asked.

"You want to hit yourself? Are you stupid? No, you can think of something better than that."

"Will you do it for me, Vanessa?" I asked after a little while and quickly added a "Please?" when I saw the look on her face.

"Okay. Yes, I will help you. I'll hit you 100 times then Chico can finish the rest."

She was only a small woman, not much taller than me, but she knew how to lash out pain. Either that or inner thighs are just very sensitive.

It was during my punishment, while being hit by a still sobbing Chico, when I tried to make up my mind. I had to try harder, much harder, to prevent getting any points and help Chico the best I could so he wouldn't get any either. Or I had to get so many points that my punishment would be so bad that Mr Abd would get mad at Vanessa, preferably so mad that he'd made sure she would never punish us again.

I knew it would be a hard thing to do, no matter what decision I'd go for, but the state of my thighs told me I couldn't keep taking Vanessa's punishments.

I have to think of Chico too. It's bad for me, but it has to be so much worse for him. He's just a little kid. Little kids should be happy and shouldn't have to go to bed every night feeling miserable.

You may be a slave, but even slaves have limits!

Become a better slave, do whatever it takes!

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It nearly broke my heart having to lie in my bed and listen to the sobs coming from Chico's bed right next to me. It helped somewhat when I put the pillow over my head, but I could still hear him. Finally, the little boy had cried himself to sleep. I too had been shocked by Francis suddenly being gone, but it wasn't a major surprise really.

I told him it would happen. He wouldn't listen when I told him to pretend to like what Mr Abd did to him in bed. He was such a cunt anyway, I bet if he could he would've run home to his mummy and tell her how the old man touched him in bad places.

I wasn't sure what to make out of Mr Abd's touching, I kind of enjoyed it, though I knew I shouldn't. My stiffy embarrassed me to no end when it throbbed between his fingers and most of all I wanted to tell him to stop. That I wasn't interested in it. I didn't, because I knew a slave wasn't allowed to say no. Mr Abd had paid 18,500 Gold so he could treat me however he wanted to and if he wanted to touch me, I had to let him.

It's not like it hurts when he touches me either. It's just weird I kind of like it. It does hurt when he fucks me! That I'd wish he wouldn't do. But even that doesn't feel so bad now. It's only when he sticks it in.

My finger found its way to my bum hole on its own. Within thinking I soon found it fairly far into the sore opening. I sniffed at it after I pulled it back out. It didn't smell like poop, though it didn't smell very nice either. And it was sticky wet. Mr Abd had pumped his sperm into my bum like he always did. Others before him had pulled out just at the end and squirted it all over my back. Not Mr Abd. It was like he wanted a part of him inside of me at all time.

***

"Now that Francis is no longer with us, you will be cooking breakfast, Søren."

I looked at Vanessa when she told me that. I had no real skills in a kitchen, sure I could peel potatoes and slice tomatoes and such. Actual cooking on a stove was something I had never done, though. But, our breakfast was rather simple, just oatmeal porridge. It was made from only two ingredients, I had seen them when Francis had cooked. Water and oats went into a pot and the pot was put on the stove and after a time, you'd have oatmeal porridge ready to eat.

However, I didn't know how much water to put in the pot, nor how high the natural gas-powered stove had to be turned up. Lastly, I didn't know how long it had to stay on the stove before it was ready. There were 5 burners on top of the large stove, and by trial and error I finally worked out which knob controlled the burner I wanted to make use of. I turned it up to a medium-sized flame, figuring I could adjust it later if needed.

I filled the pot I had seen Francis use about halfway with water and put the amount of oats, Vanessa had set out on the kitchen counter top, into the pot. And then I waited. The two ingredients hadn't mixed together when Chico came to the kitchen expecting to eat. It was still only lukewarm water with flakes of oats floating on top of it.

It needs more heat! How much time do I have before we have to eat? Two minutes?… I better turn the flames up on full.

Time was running out and the stuff in the pot still didn't look anything like what Francis used to serve, not even after I had turned up the heat. The water hadn't even started to boil when Vanessa entered the kitchen.

"Why aren't you two busy eating?" She demanded to be told.

"Søren's not done yet, Vanessa," Chico explained.

You little weasel! You've seen Francis cook. You could have helped me instead of just sitting at the table waiting to be served like you were in some bloody restaurant!

"He is now. I'll have to tell you what to do this morning while you're eating. I've no time for this."

I poured the very watery oatmeal porridge into two bowls and put them on the table. One for Chico and one for myself. There was still enough for at least one more bowl in the pot, but Vanessa never ate with us boys in the mornings.

Chico picked up his spoon and dipped it into the soup-like contents of his bowl. When he moved it out he turned it just above the bowl and watched as the stuff dripped back into the bowl.

"Don't play with your food, Chico, eat it. One point," Vanessa said.

I dutifully ate what was in my bowl, though it really wasn't worth eating. The oats were nowhere near done and the water wasn't warm enough to burn my tongue like the first two or three spoonfuls of Francis' oatmeal porridge usually were.

Chico ate very little then he left the spoon sitting in the bowl and pushed it a bit away from him towards the center of the table.

"I'm not hungry," he whined.

It was a blatant lie. I could hear his little tummy make small growling noises. He just didn't want to eat what I had cooked.

I don't want to eat it either, but we won't get anything else until lunch.

"Three points for not finishing your breakfast, Chico. Six points for you, Søren. That isn't oatmeal porridge, it looks more like oatmeal soup. Use less water next time."

"Yes, Vanessa. Sorry."

"Learn from your mistakes Søren, or you'll be given a lot more points. I want you to work outside today, the gardener will show you what to do. Chico, I want you to clean your bedroom and the bathroom. I want it sparkling before lunch."

***

I reported to the gardener wearing my stupid onesie and the stupid bright yellow wellies. He pointed to a shed behind the garage.

"Go find a coverall that'll fit you and a pair of gloves. Quickly now, there's a lot of weeding to be done in the rose flowerbeds."

Rose plants have thorns and these had many of them. The weeds I was told to remove were of the creeping type, they were clinging to the stems of the roses, right where most of the nasty thorns were. I hadn't been able to find a pair of gloves small enough for my hands and they kept getting caught up on the thorns and slid right off my hands. I had to spend precious time to get the glove undone and back on my hand before I could resume the tiring work of a never-ending tug of war with the resilient weeds.

There wasn't much room in between the rose plants either, meaning I often had a thorn work itself in through the double layer of clothing I wore and ended up scratching or stabbing at my delicate skin. I was only too happy when the gardener called for me and I could make my way out of the flowerbed to stand in front of him.

"I thought you would have finished this bed of roses by now. You're not taking this job seriously, boy. Bend over."

I had to lean right over while the gardener switched me with a thin flexible stick of willow on my rear end. He kept at it for a long time and it started hurting even through the coverall and the thick fleece onesie I was wearing. He didn't stop until he had me sobbing from the pain.

"Stand back up, boy. I won't tell the lady about this, but if you come to work for me and I find you sleeping on the job again, I'll switch you on your bare arse. Hang the coverall and the gloves in the shed exactly where you found them and go back into the house."

When I had gotten inside the shed and out of sight of anyone I rubbed my sore bum cheeks.

He hit me so darned hard. I do not want to feel that twig on my bare bum. Not in a million years.

I went into the house through the garage and dropped off my wellies in the small utility room before I walked to the kitchen. It was time for lunch, but before I could eat, I had to cook the grilled cheese sandwiches. There was no one in sight when I got there and I just got started on my own. It was much easier making the six sandwiches than it had been trying to cook oatmeal porridge.

All I had to do was slice two tomatoes, put the slices on six pieces of toast, grate some cheese on top of them and slap a piece of toast on top of each of the slices. The sandwiches were put on a plate that went into the oven. I sat on my knees before I turned it on and heard the quiet *whoompf* of the gas being ignited. Then it was only a matter of waiting until the toast would change colour while making sure it didn't turn too brown, or even worse blacken.

The toasts were done and sitting on a large plate on top of the stove when I saw the clock change from 11:59 to 12:00 and still there was no sign of Vanessa or Chico. This was highly unusual, lunch was always served promptly at noon and I simply didn't know what to do then.

I can't eat without Vanessa and Chico. But the food is ready and it'll get cold if we don't eat soon. Vanessa told me to cook lunch after I had helped the cruel gardener. Didn't she?

I was certain she had and went to look for her and Chico. The most likely place to find Chico had to be our bedroom or the bathroom and that is where I went to look first.

***

"Get that brush deep into the creases between the tiles. If you had done so from the very start, we wouldn't still be doing this, would we?"

"No, Vanessa."

"And now, here's Søren. Do you have lunch ready?"

"Yes, Vanessa," I responded and watched Chico sitting naked on his knees scrubbing at the tiled flooring of the bathroom using his toothbrush.

"Good. Well, it will be a while before we can eat. Grab your toothbrush and help your little brother. He somehow missed the creases where all the dirt is."

"I washed the floor like you said," Chico sounded irritated.

"I told you to clean it! Not wash it," Vanessa said and slapped Chico's buttock. Hard!

"OW!" He cried out.

From the looks of his bum, it wasn't the first slap he had been given that morning.

"Undress, Søren, and get to it. I'm famished because of Chico not doing his job."

Why can't we just go eat and leave him to finish his job? Why do I have to ruin my toothbrush too?

My bum was however still sore from the switching it had received from the gardener and so I didn't object to the order. Vanessa wanted the floor clean, tiles and the spaces between them, and she wanted it done before we could eat. If she had helped, we would've been done quicker, but she only sat on one of the toilets and swatted at Chico's bum every so often. I suppose that was her way of helping us. It did keep him to it.

***

The sandwiches were cold by the time we finally sat down to eat, but they still tasted a lot better than the oatmeal stuff I had cooked for breakfast. Chico didn't say anything, he just ate his two sandwiches in record time. Then again, he hadn't eaten much that morning. And it had to be kind of hurting him to sit on the wooden chair with his sore bum.

After lunch we had to go to study hall. As per usual it was extremely dull. I'm not trying to let on that I was smart at ten, but I already knew what the teacher tried to teach. Even though my bum had stopped feeling sore I still paid attention to his droning voice. I didn't want to be given more points, Vanessa's punishments were always tough and I already had six points in the bank waiting to be exchanged into something that would hurt me.

After study hall, I had very little time before I had to start dinner and went straight to the bathroom to tinkle before I'd go to the kitchen. Chico followed me and peed too.

"Why didn't you clean the floor like she wanted you to? You know what she's like," I told him.

"She only told me to clean it."

"Oy, pay attention to where you're peeing. If you get pee all over the floor, you will clean it yourself. I don't want any more dirt to get onto my toothbrush."

"Sorry. Why does she have to be so mean anyway?"

"I don't know. But if we don't give her any excuses, then she can't hurt us."

"I don't like it here. I miss Francis."

"He didn't listen to what I said and see what happened. He's gone."

Chico looked frightened at me.

"If I don't do what you say then I'll be gone too?"

"That's right."

It isn't. But if he thinks so, maybe he'll work harder at his tasks. So I won't be punished too.

"Give your winky a few good shakes and put it away. I hafta cook dinner and you're helping me."

I wiped my pee from the mesh cup and did up the detachable seat in my onesie. Then we both washed our hands and went to the kitchen where Vanessa was waiting. She supervised us and made sure everything was cooked to perfection so Mr Abd would enjoy his dinner.

***

Chico firmly believed what I had said about him having to do as I told him. I didn't take much advantage of it, if I had Vanessa would probably have noticed it and punished me severely for it, but I treated him like he was my little brother. I explained how we were slaves and had to always do our very best at everything we were told. Little by little, Vanessa's attitude towards changed ever so slightly. Though her punishments were still harsh it seemed to take longer for her to hand out points. And when she did, it wasn't as many.

After Francis had so suddenly been removed from the household, I was the only outlet Mr Abd had for his sexual perversions. Chico was still too young and small for what the old man enjoyed the most, to brutally stick his dick into a bum and fuck it like there'd be no tomorrow. Before he did that, he'd always play with my body, which was nice, but not nice enough. He never edged himself, didn't prolong the time he spent fucking my bum raw, and quickly sent me out of his bedroom by the time he had finished.

Outside his bedroom door, Vanessa would be waiting for me and before anything else, she put the chastity back on me. It seemed to me I'd never get the chance to play with my own worm again and would never experience an orgasm while I belonged to Mr Abd. Chico was luckier, he could at least scratch his small balls or dick if he had an itch. However, once I told him he could never touch his dick again, that he could only hold it when he peed he actually listened.

He's too little to know what an orgasm is anyway.

I knew what it was and desperately hoped that Mr Abd would mistime his actions and push me over the edge but, even when I tried to stop myself from moaning and moving about as much as the rope would allow me to, he never did.

"I know what you're trying to do, Søren. It won't work. You're not the first boy I have had in this position, though you are one of the most randy ones I've had. I made a real good deal when I bought you," he finally told me one night, when I tried to suppress the feelings flowing in my body.

***

I got better at cooking and soon it turned into routine. Like most everything else that happened in and around the house. Until one day, when we were getting ready for bed.

"How many points did you get today, Søren?" Vanessa asked me.

I was lying on my elbows and knees on my bed, ready for whatever punishment she could think of. I tried to remember when I had gotten any points and what for, and started panicking when I couldn't think of any. I had always been able to get the number right, ever since the first and only time when Vanessa added to my punishment for getting it wrong. There could only be one explanation, though it seemed very unlikely. Still, I had to tell her something.

"Uh, none, Vanessa. I guess," I said in a timid voice.

"You're not to guess, Søren. You know that. But, you're right. It's your very first day of having no points and therefore no punishment. How many points did you receive today, Chico?"

"I got three," he said in a sad voice.

"Yes, because you still can't seem to understand what the teacher tries to drive into your pretty little head. You're a very handsome little boy, but you're stupid," Vanessa told him, "For that, Søren will have to punish you. Maybe three strikes with the riding crop against your buttocks will do the trick."

"Yes, Vanessa," I agreed.

Though I wasn't happy at all when I rose from my bed and went to the chest of drawers to fetch the riding crop. I didn't enjoy hurting Chico and the riding crop left welts that would take days to disappear. His little bum was so nice.

I got to remember it isn't his bum. It's Mr Abd's. He owns all of us. Maybe except for our minds. He can't control our thoughts.

It still hurt Chico, not Mr Abd, when I hit him three times as hard as I could with the blasted riding crop. He shrieked from the pain when it struck him and sobbed helplessly after I had finished. I wanted nothing more than to kiss his bum cheeks, where the marks already stood out, to try to soothe him. It was impossible, Vanessa ordered me straight to bed after putting the whip back into its drawer. I wasn't allowed to get out of bed until she'd come get me for Mr Abd.

***

She came for me much sooner than she used to. I hadn't even managed to fall asleep, though Chico had passed out a few minutes before she opened the door. I got out of bed and put on my onesie and followed her, for once I was almost wide awake. I was sleepy, but didn't feel like I was sleepwalking, when I went into Mr Abd's bedroom.

"Come up here. I want you to lie next to me for a while," he told me when I was getting into position at the foot end of his bed.

"Just close your eyes and relax, Søren. I want to play a game tonight. You'll pretend to be asleep and you will not wake up before I tell you to. No matter what I do, you will stay fully relaxed," he explained while he caressed my cheek.

"Yes, Father," I said and closed my eyes.

I wondered what he'd do to me, I had played this game before with Gustav, the friend I had back at the army base. But it had been years ago and he had only tickled me and touched my worm through my shorts trying to get me to 'wake up' and object to what he did.

He was never able to get me to wake up. Even when my worm got stiff and he giggled at it, I just kept my cool. It was fun and it felt nice.

Mr Abd started the game, and I soon realized it was a much more advanced version of the game than I had ever played with Gustav. Mr Abd dug his fingers deep into my armpit and tried to tickle me. He did it too violently and it hurt more than it actually tickled so it was easy not to giggle from it. He pinched my nose hard after that and I felt tears appearing in the corners of my eyes but somehow I managed not to move a muscle. I didn't cry out either, though I wanted to.

"Good, Søren. If you keep this up, I won't have to use drugs on you to play the game I want to. Well, I may do it anyway, to see if there's any difference from when you're pretending to be asleep and when you're really asleep. Let's continue. Remember, you're still sleeping."

I felt him reach for the zipper in my onesie and both heard and felt it move down my body when he undid it. None too gently he undressed me, making my limbs flop this way and that way while he stripped me completely from the pyjamas. He pinched the hood on my stiffy very hard and when I didn't say or do anything in response he pushed me onto my side. There, I felt him grab hold of the topmost bum cheek and pulled it away from the other, baring my hole.

"Aiee," I cried out before I could stop myself.

The pain from his finger being jammed into my dry bum hole was too much for me to suppress.

"Well, I can see I'll have to use drugs on you. You were doing remarkably well right up until the end. It doesn't matter much, though the drugs will make you sleep for most of a day and you'll feel rather sick when you do wake up. Okay, move to the end of the bed now. You can make sounds and move again now."

"Yes, Father."

I scrambled to get into the familiar position. I was happy to be doing something I knew what entailed, though I also knew it would end up making my bum hole sore. Even more so, after what he done to it with his finger during the sleeping game.

He tied me up as usual and began by stroking my stiffy. My worm had hardened as soon as I felt the rope being tied up around my ankle.

"I do like you still have your floppy and stretchy foreskin, it's a shame tradition dictates it has to be cut off when boys get to the age of six or seven in this country. Usually it's cut off without any kind of painkillers. Would you want your little cock to be bald, Søren?"

"No, Father. Please."

I had never heard the proper name for the hood on my worm before, but I knew it was what he meant since he was pulling and tugging at it. And I liked my hood. I was quite attached to it and I wanted it to remain a part of my body for the rest of my life.

"Well, if I want it gone, it'll be cut off," he threatened, "but for now, it stays."

"Thank you, Father."

He stopped talking and got more into playing with my body. He kissed me on my bum cheeks and in between them, down to my small pouch and sucked both of my balls into his mouth. My stiffy soon joined them and he swirled his tongue all around. The sensation drove me wild, but like I knew he would, he stopped just before it got too much for me. His tongue found its way to my bum hole and traced the perimeter of it before he zeroed in and tried to push it inside.

"Oooh," I gasped at the sensation.

It was rare anything nice was done to my hole, usually he was more interested in forcing his dick as quickly as he could into it. He didn't keep it up for long, when he could tell the fire in my loins had died down just a little, he was right back at my stiffy again. He alternated between the two, and the feelings kept getting better and better, and quicker too, the more he kept doing it. I was used to being kept on edge like that and knew it wouldn't be long until he stopped and would fuck me instead. I'd then be untied and sent straight back to my own bed.

If he doesn't stop soon, I'm going to explode!

I barely had time to think the thought before I panicked. Ever since I had been caught wanking, I knew I wasn't to have an orgasm under any circumstances. And here I was mere seconds from one! And Mr Abd for some reason hadn't noticed it.

"Father, stop!" I cried out, "I'm going to…"

"I know! Shut up and let it happen," he said quickly and sucked my stiffy back into his mouth.

He pushed a finger into my bum and began fucking me with it while he sucked even more fiercely at my stiffy. I cried out when I for the first time in months finally went up and over the hill and began rolling down on the other side of it at a mind-blowing speed. It seemed to carry on for quite some time, during which I was unable to think straight.

When I got down to the bottom of the hill, and the orgasm lost its grip on my body, I felt absolutely ravaged. I was sweating profusely and my heart raced in my chest. I sucked in air through my mouth in quick gasps like I had just crossed the finish line after running full out for a long time. I was happy and confused and quite a bit embarrassed of having enjoyed something so much. Something I really wasn't supposed to enjoy.

It's not normal for a ten year-old to be sucked off by a 50ish old man and enjoy it.

Mr Abd didn't worry, he quickly dapped a bit of lubrication onto my bum hole and started violating my young, helplessly tied-up body. It was soon over and I was back in my belt being escorted back to my bedroom before I had any chance to make up my mind of what I felt about the whole ordeal. I fell asleep while I was still busy trying to get to the bottom of it.

***

The next morning I was still confused. I had agreed to going on this seemingly impossible mission fully understanding it would be extremely painful and hard, something I could likely die from. The events of the previous evening had been painful indeed, especially when Mr Abd had pinched my nose so hard, but I did have some fun too, Mr Abd had even made me feel extremely nice. It had only been for a short while and it had been fully unexpected. To my utter embarrassment I came to a conclusion.

I want it to happen again. More than anything!

I had forgotten how good it felt to have an orgasm, maybe it had only been so particularly nice because I had been kept right on edge for so many consecutive nights, but I didn't care. It didn't seem like I was going to be able to continue on my mission any time soon so I put it on standby. I had found a new objective, one that seemed much easier to reach.

I want Mr Abd to give me another orgasm. Whatever it takes!

I needed to get Chico to work with me, I just couldn't get any points and if he did the wrong things he could easily screw up everything for me. All it took was just one measly point and I wouldn't be getting an orgasm. I wasn't even afraid of the punishments any more, it was more the risk of losing out on an orgasm that I worried about.

"Chico, today you can't do anything that will make Vanessa punish me. Nothing at all," I told him when we peed together that morning.

I sat on one toilet while Chico stood almost on top of me and peed into the other. We were really that close, I think the gap between the seats on the toilets was 10 cm [~3"] or less.

"Why?"

"It doesn't matter why. Just do as I tell you," I said, then thought it would be better to explain why, "Father rewards me if I don't get any points."

"He likes you more than me!"

"Nuh-uh. He paid much more for you than me. It's just you're too little for the games he likes to play."

"I thought he hurt you?" he asked perplexed.

"Some of it does hurt, but he made me feel really good last night too."

"So if you get a point, he'll only hurt you."

"That's right. But don't even think about trying to get me into trouble. I'll whip your winky with the riding crop for a very long time if you do."

"On my winky?"

"Yes! Remember how bad it hurt on your bum? Imagine how much it would hurt if I did that to your cute little winky."

"Ow."

"Yes. Ow. Vanessa hit my balls with it once."

"I remember. You screamed so loud," he said, like I didn't know what I had done.

"I'm not going to get you in trouble. Do you think Father will reward me if I got no points?" He asked me.

"I'm sure. I don't know how, but I'm sure he'd reward you somehow."

"If he won't, you could."

"Not the way Father can. He can make your winky feel so good it'll make your tummy feel all yummy."

"You can do that too," Chico insisted.

"Uh, yes. But I'm not allowed to. It would just get both of us in trouble. You'd end up with a belt like mine."

We finished our business in the bathroom and went to get dressed. Then both of us went to the kitchen and helped each other preparing breakfast.

***

"Mr Abd wants to see you in his office, Søren. Follow me."

I quickly put the duster down and followed her through the house and up to the upper level. I had never been up there before and wondered why Mr Abd wanted to talk to me. I hadn't seen him since the previous night when he had hurriedly sent me on my way back to my bedroom.

I didn't even know he was home.

The office I entered was large, as everything else in the mansion seemed to be. Everything but mine and Chico's beds. They were only as large as they needed to be for us to lie fully stretched out on them. Francis' bed had been bigger than mine, but it had been removed the same morning he had disappeared out of our lives.

Mr Abd sat behind a very large and expensive looking desk, void of anything but a notebook. He was typing on it when I entered and walked to stand in front of him on the other side of his desk. The two guest chairs weren't for me to sit in, though they did look very comfortable. As did his swivel office chair. Behind him were two more computers, these were larger with lots of lights flashing and had monitors on top of them.

I tried to ignore the way my hair was standing out on top of my head. Over the months it had grown a couple of centimetres, enough to make me look like I had a buzz cut. Somewhere during my walk across the fluffy carpet covering the floor in Mr Abd's office each strand of hair had begun standing out like it was a radio antenna. I wondered why, but thought it might be because I was so nervous.

Is he going to send me away now? Oh no, I'm going to the mines! But I didn't do anything wrong.

I tried to gauge his mood, but it was hard to see his face when I was standing with my head bowed in submission like I was. He just kept on typing in a slow pace and my anxiety increased for every soft click the keys made.

*Click*

When he hit the Enter key, he hit it harder than any of the other keys he had used. It made me jolt.

"Relax, Søren. You're not in trouble. I wanted to tell you that I'm very pleased with your progress lately. You're working hard at everything Vanessa tells me. You pushing yourself when exercising and you seem to know even more than the untrained teacher who I'm paying to teach you. That message I just sent was to let him know you and Chico will no longer be attending his classes. I want you to teach Chico. Maybe you can do a better job. And it won't cost me anything."

"I'll do my best, Father."

"I know you will, as that is what you've been doing so far. I know you've been threatening him with punishments of your own, something I haven't authorized."

"Yes, Father. I'm sorry…"

"And you should be! You haven't followed through with your threats however, and that's both a good and a bad thing."

"I don't understand, Father."

"If you had, I would have to tell Vanessa to punish you. But, threatening to do something and then not do it is a bad thing. If you say something will have a consequence and it turns out it doesn't, what then? Chico will lose respect for you. He'll try to push the limits, which he has done with Vanessa on a number of occasions already. That'll cease immediately. From now on, if you say you'll punish Chico if he does something, you will do so. Promptly. If he breaks your rules while you teach him.

"You will only punish him by spanking him with your bare hand. You cannot leave permanent marks on him and if I find him damaged in any way, I will have Vanessa punish you in one of the worse ways possible. Trust me, you haven't seen anything yet. She can hurt people, in ways I wouldn't be able to dream of, and do it so they can still work afterwards. If I find out you have punished Chico for no valid reason, I will have you punished much worse. Understood?"

"Yes, Father."

"Good. With that out of the way, I have to tell you that I'm also extremely pleased with how you behaved in my bed last night. If you continue to get zero points during the day, I will reward you at night in the same way I did yesterday. If you manage a week with no punishments at all, I will even have Vanessa remove your chastity belt. I still won't allow you to touch your penis for anything else other than washing it, holding it while you urinate and the occasional minimal scratching of an itch in your bedroom with the door shut. Understood?"

"Yes Father. I'd like that very much," I said eagerly.

"Well, you know what it'll take to make it happen. Now, leave me. I have work to do and so do you."

"Yes, Father. And thank you."

"Git."

I left his office but not before the handle on his door zapped the heck out of my poor middle finger. I've never seen such a mighty flash of light when the spark shot out from my finger into the handle. No, I jest, but it did hurt and I let out a small outburst before I finally managed to push down on the door handle and open the door. When I followed Vanessa down the staircase I had the tip of my finger in my mouth sucking on it to ease the pain.

***

"…so I have to teach you from now on," I explained to Chico.

"Cool!"

"Well, I'm a very demanding teacher. And I've been told to punish you if you don't what I tell you."

"Yeah, right. Like you've been so far. You're not allowed to touch me. I know that."

"I am now. I can spank your little bottom as much as I want if you don't do what I tell you to. And I want you to show me respect when you're in my class."

"I don't believe you."

"Vanessa? Would you please tell Chico that I can punish him if I have to?"

Fortunately Vanessa was in the kitchen with us. I had been allowed to explain Chico what I had been told by Father in his office. At least the bit about teaching him.

"He's right," was all she said, but it was enough.

I saw Chico gulp when he realized I was able to spank him. Not only was I allowed to, but he had to let me spank him. If he fought me, he would be punished even more by Vanessa. I should have spanked him right then too, he had been disrespectful to me after I had told him he shouldn't. I let it slide, but that was the last time I let him off easy. Besides, we were eating lunch at the time, not in class.

After lunch, we had to exercise and Vanessa as per usual made us do a lot more than we thought was possible. Chico still ended up with two points, but it was only because I pushed myself much harder than ever before. I wanted to have another day with no points. I needed it and if Chico couldn't keep up, it was his problem. I wasn't about to let him take me down with him.

***

"You're a prick, y'know?"

"Why's that?"

"You had to run so fast I couldn't keep up and she punished me for it."

"Try harder next time. It's important for me."

"Why?"

"Because, if I get no points I get rewarded by Father. He'll reward you too if you don't get no points. I already told you so."

"Is it that good?"

"It's even better," I said dreamingly.

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