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A Boy in Trouble

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Yes, we're slaves, but neither of us wanted to become a slave in the first place. We're also boys and boys have a dick that's easy to access for a reason. So it can be played with. Or sucked on.

Such were my thoughts when I quickly slid over to Chico and bent to suck his little dick into my mouth. His dick wasn't tiny at all, it was probably a perfect sized dick for a small six years-old boy. To be honest, it wasn't all that much smaller than my own, really. It certainly was just as hard and much more importantly, it was accessible unlike mine.

Chico, my new brother, was clearly enjoying the feeling of having his dick sucked while he squirmed under me. I didn't linger much, I wanted him to climax as soon as possible, so he could zip up his onesie and have as much time to calm down before we both had to walk back to the mansion and once again be treated like slaves. Though, I wanted him to enjoy it for as long as he could, I was also quite afraid.

If we're caught, there'll be hell to pay. This isn't what I'm supposed to be doing. I'm on a mission and not here for having fun. I'm a spy! Don't you ever forget that, Søren.

I wondered what T or D would think of me if they could see what I was doing right at that very moment. Still, they weren't there, nor was Vanessa or my owner, Mr Abd. There was only Chico, a young boy loving what I was doing to his little prick.

"Ahem!"

The loud sound of someone clearing their throat on the other side of the hedge almost made me shit myself. I quickly tried to sit up and zip up Chico's onesie at the same time. The small boy, my baby brother, tried to do the same and we ended up panic-stricken fighting each other for the small latch of his zipper.

"Come out here right now, Chico and Søren. I know you're in there."

"It's Vanessa," Chico whispered to me.

"I know," I whispered back, "Leave the zipper. Just get out there before she explodes. She's angry enough as it is."

She was angry but only had Chico do up his onesie and told us follow her back to the mansion.

How did she know? We hardly made any sound at all and nobody ever saw us walk out here.

I couldn't quite understand it, though Vanessa was a downright bitch, she wasn't a witch or a sorceress who knew everything that happened in the world. She didn't have a magic ball or mirror she could look into and get information from.

Or maybe she has? She knew I was wanking after she left me that night. That's how I ended up in the darned belt. I wonder what she'll do now? Put one of those belts around my head to cover my mouth? How will I be able to drink and eat then?

She led us to our bedroom and told Francis to go start prepare dinner. He left without getting any answers to his unspoken questions. I could tell he was dying to know what had happened, but likely he was very happy of not being the cause of Vanessa's anger.

"Boys, remove your clothes. You've messed them up from sitting in the dirt."

Chico was crying when he hurried to take off his onesie. I felt like crying too, but I somehow managed not to. Tears wouldn't do anything to improve our situation and I was still trying to figure out how we had been busted.

I need to know. I can't risk trying to get to a computer or tablet and get busted while communicating with D.

When we were both naked, Vanessa demanded to be told what had happened while we had been hiding behind the hedge and before she got to us. Chico refused to say anything, but I thought it best to just explain what had taken place.

After I had explained, Vanessa left the room taking Chico with her. It took a long while before she returned. Alone.

"Where's Chico?" I blurted out before I could stop myself, "He's just a kid. You can't punish him!"

I received a slap to my left cheek, one that sent me to the floor. If Vanessa had hit me with her fist, I'm sure she would have knocked me right out. The stinging pain made me shriek and the tears, I had done so much to prevent from flowing when Chico was around, immediately started pouring out of my eyes.

"He's a slave! He's lower than the guard dogs we have in the garden at night. And so are you! Don't you ever dare question what I do again!" Vanessa shouted at me.

She let me cry for a few minutes, before she told me to get up from where I was on the floor.

"Stand, boy."

I didn't want to, I was afraid she'd only make me get up so she could knock me right down again. However, I forced myself to stand up, though in a pose I had been told would display submission. My head was bowed so far down my chin nearly touched my chest.

"You were told you couldn't touch your body. Weren't you, Søren?"

"Yes, Vanessa. I haven't…" I said in a timid voice.

"No, you haven't, because I made sure you couldn't!"

I didn't say anything. She was right after all. If she had only told me I couldn't touch myself, and not put the belt on me, I would've done it regardlessly. I would have done my best to make sure nobody would ever find out, but I would have tried to wank my dick again. Once I had learnt how to wank, there'd be no stopping me, not by words alone.

"I thought you were smart enough to know it wasn't just your own body I meant. Mr Abd owns you. Like he owns Chico and Francis too. It means you will only do what he and I tell you. If we tell you to go play, you will play. You will play little boy games, like tag or hide and seek, and not do naughty stuff like you just did with Chico."

"But…"

"Shut up! I know Chico asked you to do it. You should have said no and then told me about him asking you. That is what any responsible older brother would've done. You're clearly not to be trusted with even the simplest of things to do. From now on, you'll be given precise instructions and you will not do anything except from what you've been told. If you should finish something and not know what to do after, you will remain where you are until someone tells you to do something else. Is this perfectly clear?"

"Yes, Vanessa."

"You have earned yourself 50 points. Get in your bed, stay there until 17:50, then you will pee, wash your hands and face, wipe off, put on a clean onesie and come to the dining hall."

"Yes, Vanessa."

She left me after she had watched me sit on my bed. I had a look at the clock in the bedroom, it was only 15:56. I spent the time worrying about what my whopping amount of points would be exchanged to at night time. That day, until Vanessa had caught us, I had accumulated 12 points.

62 points! If it's spankings tonight, then it'll be 5 per point, that's a fucking lot of spankings. 5 times 50 is 250, 5 times 10 is 50, so that's 300 and then 10 more. 310 swats to my bum. I'd die from that. Maybe it'll be the paddle on my feet, then it'll be 62 strikes. I'd die from that too. It could be slaps in the face, then it's twice per point. 124 slaps. And Francis always slaps hard!

There were so many instruments of torture in the chest of drawers not far from me. I hadn't had a closer look, but had seen some of them when I had been told to fetch the paddle Vanessa had made me use on Chico's upturned foot soles. The sight of the things in the top drawer haunted me for the entire time it took for the clock to finally reach 17:50. I got out of bed and went to sit like a girl on the toilet to pee. I had to wipe off the mesh cup between my legs before I dutifully did the rest of the things Vanessa had told me to.

I entered the dining hall exactly when the first ding from the old grandfather clock announced it was 18:00.

"There's my naughty boy. Come here, Søren," Mr Abd said.

I went to him and allowed him to hug me.

"I won't ask for you tonight. Probably not tomorrow either. Vanessa has told me you need to heal some before we can play again. And from what she told me, you wouldn't be up to much anyway. Not after your punishment. But, for now, sit and enjoy your meal."

At least I won't be raped tonight. I'd almost rather have that happen than being punished.

My bum hole was sore, but not to a point where I felt like complaining about it. During my short life I had been forced to go for days without food and a lot of other stuff that had been more uncomfortable than the current state of my hole.

I must say I didn't dwell at my past while I tried to eat the food Francis had prepared for us. I had to force myself to eat, though I didn't feel hungry in the least.

It just may be the last meal of my life.

***

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

We were all back in our bedroom, well, all of us apart from Mr Abd, of course. I had never seen the man who demanded us to call him father in that wing of the mansion.

"4 points, Vanessa."

"Not too bad, Francis. You, Søren?"

"I got 62 points, Vanessa."

"A new record for any of Mr Abd's boys ever. Well, I hope it won't be broken. And lastly, Chico, how many points for you?"

"31, Vanessa."

I glared angrily at the small boy. I know I shouldn't have, but I just couldn't help myself. He had lured me to suck his little dick and made Vanessa give me 50 points for it. I didn't care that the boy now brandished a belt the same as the one I was wearing, I knew it was to keep me from touching him as much as it was to keep himself from doing so. He still only had half of the points I had, though he had been the instigator of our crime.

"Tonight, the punishment will be somewhat different from what you've experienced so far. I had Francis prepare the stuff for your punishment in the kitchen before he started on dinner. It's known as figging," Vanessa told us.

"Before I explain what it entails, you will prepare for bed. Søren, you are to enter the bathroom, prepare your enema, administer it and retain for twenty minutes before expelling it into the toilet. Then you will shower and wait for me to clean your naughty parts. Same goes for you, Chico. Francis, you will do what you usually do, but clean yourself especially well. After your punishment is over, you'll go to Mr Abd's bedroom."

Francis cringed when he was told he had to spend time with Mr Abd.

If you do what he wants you to, maybe he won't ship you away, you idiot. But, I'm not going to tell you that, not after what your brother did to get me into trouble.

"What did she make you do before dinner?" Chico asked when we were all alone in the bathroom.

"Nothing. I don't know what she's on about. I only peeled some root vegetables," Francis said.

That didn't make me or the brothers any wiser as to what our punishment was going to be.

***

"Lie on your beds, face down, boys," she told us after the cleansing ritual was over. She had washed my dick and balls very quickly, just like she had done to Chico before she snapped the padlocks back into place.

She had made us roll up our blankets and put them in the middle of our beds. It wasn't very comfortable to lie on top of them and my pillow like that, it pushed out my bum and Vanessa made it worse when she used straps and leather cuffs to tie me securely to the bed. I managed to turn my head far enough to see her do the same to the brothers.

"Figging is," she began, "when you get a piece of ginger stuck into your bum. It will feel quite unpleasant after a bit. The burning sensation will grow worse and worse up until around 30 minutes have passed. Which is when I'll remove it and stick a new one inside. Your points have been turned into minutes. The clock starts after five minutes have passed, just to make sure the effects of the oils have started working."

With 62 points it means I have to spend more than an hour with a piece of stupid ginger up my bum? How hard can that be?

Unless Vanessa was about to shove an entire ginger up my arse, I thought it would be the easiest of any punishments I had ever been subjected to.

It's a lot better than being spanked 310 times. That's for sure.

The piece of ginger Vanessa carefully inserted into my bum hole wasn't very big, certainly smaller than other things I had had inside of it before. She didn't push it all the way into my bum, but left it sitting much like it had been a thermometer.

"Firm up your anus, if the ginger isn't sitting exactly where I left it in 35 minutes, I will double your points, Søren."

Vanessa's words of caution made me clench up as best as I could. It didn't feel too bad, while I could easily tell there was something in my butthole, it didn't hurt. My body wanted to poop it out, my bum hole kept telling me it couldn't close up completely and that wasn't something it was used to.

Shut up bum. Just hold onto it. It's only for an hour.

It wasn't long until I sensed something from the center of my bum hole. It felt like the ginger was heating up, slowly at first, but it only got worse. I think it was only two minutes after Vanessa had inserted the smallish piece of ginger and already my poor hole felt like it had a piece of burning coal in it and not merely a piece of edible root. Still, I managed to remain silent.

"The clock starts now. In 30 minutes I will replace the ginger in your bums, Søren and Chico. Then the time will be paused for five minutes and will begin again for the remainder of your punishments. Oh, I suppose I'll have to do that twice for you, Søren. Your punishment is for 62 minutes, right?"

"Yes, Vanessa," I said while sobbing.

I was envious of Francis when he after only four minutes was told to push out the ginger and was released from his restraints. He put on his onesie and followed Vanessa out of our room. I knew where he was taken, to be brutally fucked by Mr Abd, but I still wanted that more than having to endure even another minute of the figging.

Four minutes, no, it has to be more now. Around six or so. That's 24 more minutes, then I can push it out. But Vanessa will just stick another one into me and then it'll burn my hole after about a minute.

"I can't take this!" I cried out.

Chico didn't reply, but I could hear him crying. While it was the younger boy's fault, at least some of it, I just couldn't keep blaming him for having gotten us into trouble. It was me who had sucked his dick, most willingly, I had wanted to make him feel nice and now we were paying for it. Had I known the cost of our short time of having fun would be so steep, I would've slapped him for making the suggestion in the first place.

When I relaxed my firm grip on the piece of ginger it didn't feel as bad, but I could sense how the small piece began to move almost immediately. I had to firm up again, no matter how bad it felt, to keep it where Vanessa wanted it.

***

I was panting when she finally told me to push it out and, though I for a short moment didn't have anything in my bum hole, it still felt like it was a ring of fire. The new piece of ginger didn't make any difference at all. Before the oils from the old piece of ginger had stopped working, the oils from the new one reignited the fire in my bum.

One more to go. I'm almost halfway there.

Six minutes later, Vanessa told Chico to push the piece of ginger out of his bum. His punishment was over, and though she released the little boy from his bonds, she turned his bed into a cage.

"I've no time to stay here and monitor the two of you and I clearly can't trust either of you. Go to sleep, Chico. Once Søren's punishment is over, I'll take the top off your bed. Only the side railings will stay up, just like they usually are during the night."

She came to me after she had finished with Chico.

"Søren, keep your noise to a minimum. I don't want you keeping your little brother awake."

"Yes, Va-Vanessa."

"Good. I'll return in a bit to replace the ginger."

It took more than an hour, after she had finally removed the last piece of ginger from my bum and left me and Chico in our bedroom, for the burning sensation to die down. Francis was returned before my bum had stopped burning, and while I could vividly imagine the pain he felt, it couldn't possibly be as bad as the one I was experiencing.

I'll never do anything that'll cost 10 points or more. Even 10 minutes of having a ginger in my bum is absolutely horrifying.

***

Chico began treating me like I was his older brother, even more so than his real older brother. Francis didn't like it, but couldn't do much to change anything. The short time, I had spent with Chico in our secret place and the longer punishment we had shared for doing so, had welded us tightly together. The younger boy didn't know exactly what happened in Mr Abd's bedroom, since he hadn't been there more than that first time with me, and so he thought Francis had gotten off extremely easy the previous night.

I knew better, I mean, how could I not? I didn't particularly enjoy the way Mr Abd always kept me right on the very edge of an orgasm for the better part of an hour only to brutally use my bum for his enjoyment. I hadn't talked to Francis about it, there had never been a moment where only he and I had been alone and I certainly didn't want Chico to worry about him someday being used in the same way.

Chico will find out soon enough. I don't have to be the one to tell him. Not yet.

It wasn't like we had much time to talk anyway. The next morning was Monday and after being woken, and a quick breakfast, the three of us were told what to do for the morning. Francis was sent outside to work with the gardeners and all I saw of him was when I happened to look out a window and saw him pushing a lawnmower. It looked like hard work, the lawnmower was manual, only powered by the boy pushing it. The gardener, who kept him to it, rode on a small tractor and cut the larger sections of the lawn.

Chico was polishing silverware, spoons, forks and knives, while I had been tasked with cleaning windows.

"Cover every little pane of glass with soapy water, then use the sponge to really get them clean. While the window is still wet, use the small rubber scraper to remove the dirt and water from the window. Make sure the dirty water doesn't run down the window and onto the floor."

"Yes, Vanessa."

I knew how to clean windows, but still I listened to her instructions and even managed to pay attention too. I wanted to do it exactly like she wanted and not get any points.

"If you leave behind any lines, you'll have to wash the window again."

"Yes, Vanessa."

I suppressed a yawn, I was pretty tired since the fire in my bum hole hadn't stopped burning until 2:15 and we had been awakened at 6:30. I wanted nothing more than return to my soft, comfy bed, which I'd bet was still warm, but I had to clean windows instead. There were many of them and all had four columns of small 15x15 cm windowpanes in them. At first I started with the easier to reach lower windowpanes, only to realize my mistake when I soaped in the next lowest row of panes.

"Bull crap!" I swore under my breath when I saw the soapy and dirty water run down and over the panes I had just cleaned.

Balancing on a stepladder while being dead tired is something I can't recommend, but it was what I had to do in order to reach the highest row of windowpanes. I soon learned I couldn't just smother the panes with soapy water either. I found out when I happened to look down and saw the dirty water drip down onto the very expensive hardwood tiled floor.

"Shit!" I swore out loud.

I heard Chico giggle at my outburst, but a short piercing look over at him stopped the annoying noise coming from the younger boy. He immediately went back to his polishing.

What the fuck do I do? I can't make the water run up!

I mulled over the problem while I wiped up the mess I had created on the floor. I could have asked Vanessa for help, she had left a simple single push-button remote behind, which if pushed would tell her I needed her.

She already thinks I'm a stupid good-for-nothing horny slave boy. No, I won't ask her for help. She'll only yell at me for disturbing her for something I clearly should be able to work out on my own.

I gave it another try, this time I wrung out the sponge a great deal more, not so much it was completely dry but enough for it to only leave behind a dense layer of foam on the window. It stuck for long enough for me to wipe it over with the scraper and I caught the foam with the sponge before it could run down and end up on the floor.

Better check it didn't leave any streaks behind.

I shut the window and studied the pane I had cleaned, my eyes mere slits when the piercing rays from the sun blinded me. It looked okay and I continued in the same fashion on the pane next to the one I had just checked.

"Seems like I've finally managed to find something you're good at, Søren," Vanessa told me when she had inspected my progress, "But you need to pick up a lot more speed. At this rate, it'll be months before you've finished cleaning all the windows in the mansion."

I had only managed to clean the windows in the dining hall, which was where Chico sat polishing the silverware too. I wasn't sure of the exact number of windows in the mansion, but there were at least 10 rooms on the ground level of it. There was a second level too, though I hadn't been up there yet.

Heck, I haven't even seen all of the rooms on this level yet. But if Vanessa is serious, then it'll only be a matter of time before I've been inside all of them to clean the windows.

And I figured Vanessa meant what she had said about me cleaning all of the windows in the frigging big mansion.

***

I somehow managed to get through Monday earning only 4 points. I earned those during the 90 minutes of schooling in the afternoon. At that time I was ready to tumble over from lack of sleep, and while I had managed to sleep for 30 minutes after lunch, it just hadn't been enough. I couldn't keep focus on what the old teacher said and his constant talking in the same slow pitch wasn't helping. I failed to answer both of the questions he asked me, the first time he gave me one point and the second resulted in three more points.

My four points were exchanged to twenty spanks with a slipper, something Francis apparently was all too happy to administer to my buttocks. Unfortunately I couldn't get back at him since Vanessa spanked him herself. I had hit Chico as hard as I could for his first two spanks, but backed off quite a bit for the rest of them without Vanessa noticing it. The sound from when the slipper hit his buttocks was almost the same, and the little boy was thankfully smart enough to cry out just as much as he had initially.

"Thanks," he whispered in the dark just after Francis had been summoned by Mr Abd.

Well, I think I heard him say that. Maybe it was just something I dreamt.

I was woken later, not by Vanessa who'd usually just turn on the lights in the bedroom and loudly make us aware of a new day having started and that it was time to get up. No, this time I woke up due to not being able to breathe, my head was mashed into the pillow below and someone was on top of me in my bed.

"Are you awake now?"

I tried to move my head back out of the pillow so I could breathe, but it was just pushed even harder back by the person on top of me.

"Good. Don't say a fucking word when I let go, or I'll just keep holding your head down until you pass out."

I willed my body to relax, though I was desperate for air. Fortunately it didn't take long for Francis to let go of my head and I could gasp for air.

"Not a word," he warned me when I tried to turn my head to look back up at him.

I shook my head.

"Keep quiet. So, you're a lil fag who likes playing with boys eh? No, don't say anything, I know you sucked Chico's dick. So you must like dicks. That's why father likes you more than me. He's pissed you know that? He's angry that my cock won't get hard when his old, cold pervert fingers roam all over my body. He keeps telling me to moan for him when he rapes me. Moan just like Søren moans for me, he says. Well, if you can moan for the old pervert, you can moan for me too.

"Can you feel it? Can you feel my hard cock on your arse? It isn't as big as father's, but I'm fairly sure I can make you moan anyway."

He moved a little, repositioned himself above me while he still pushed me firmly into the mattress below me. I could feel his warm dick, it had been resting in between my buttocks when he woke me, it moved back with him, and began piercing into me when he moved his hips in the other direction.

"Relax your fuck hole, if you want to. I don't care, my cock is going in, whatever you do. I'm going to make your life just as miserable as mine is."

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"You must be out of your mind, Chico. Zip your onesie up and stop playing with yourself. Vanessa would make me spank your little cute bum so hard for a very long time if she knew you were doing this right now."

"She isn't here to see it. And you promised!" He whined.

"That was before she put this stupid belt on me," I knocked at the mesh cup with my knuckle through the onesie I was wearing, "Do you really want to wear one too?"

"Noooo. But she won't find out."

"If you don't do as I tell you, I will tell her you were naughty and asked me to be naughty with you."

"You wouldn't?"

"I will. Please, Chico. Put it away and stop touching it. It'll go soft on its own if you leave it alone for long enough."

I didn't want to tell on the young boy, certainly not to Vanessa.

She'll find out. I don't know how she does it, but she always seems to know everything.

It was tempting to just do what Chico wanted of me. I didn't think of myself as being gay, I was however a boy, and a quite horny boy too. And while I couldn't touch myself, I knew I could make Chico a very happy little boy. If only I had been allowed to.

Mr Abd doesn't want me to climax whether I'm with him or not. Certainly he wouldn't want me to make Chico climax either. Maybe he will let me if I'm a very good slave boy to him.

Being a very good slave boy to Mr Abd wasn't part of the overall plan, however. I couldn't make him so fond of me that he'd never sell me even if the right price was offered. I had to keep him so content, satisfied with me, that he wouldn't somehow get rid of me like he wanted to get rid of Francis.

"Søren. Please. See, it's bouncing up and down for you to suck it."

"It's only doing that because you can't stop fiddling with it. Sorry, Chico, but since you won't listen to me, maybe you will listen to Vanessa."

"No! Wait, I'm going to leave it alone now. Sorry."

"Ahem!"

We both jumped a little when we heard the noise of someone loudly clearing their throat.

"I told you so," I muttered under my breath and quickly climbed over Chico to get to the hole in the hedge.

***

"I only wanted to be alone for a bit, Vanessa. That's why I went there. I didn't know Chico was following me, not until he just sort of popped in."

I tried to explain what had happened, though I was trembling in fear standing in front of the woman who held so much power over all three of us slaves. I hated telling on Chico, I wasn't a rat by nature. If something happened to me, I tried to sort it myself the best way I knew how. It was what my father had taught me from a very young age. My real father. The one I was trying to help by agreeing to the task of becoming a spy for the sweets shop organisation.

***

The teenagers back at the military camp had had a hell of a time with me. I had been a stupid kid back then, all of eight years old, had tried to befriend teenagers much older than myself. I looked up to them, had done stuff for them, deep down knowing it wasn't okay, but did anyway because I wanted them to think of me as being cool. I only wanted to be one of them. An equal in their eyes. They had taken advantage of that, made me show them my private bits, parade in front of them with my shorts and underwear around my ankles and shirt hefted up in my armpits.

They had used a stick to manipulate my dick into stiffness and laughed at me when they managed to do so. Then ridiculed me for having a baby dick. When I told them I wasn't a baby, they had made me prove it to them by sticking the end of the same stick into my bum hole. It had hurt, when I did that, still I hadn't started to cry. When they demanded I suck on the end that had been inside my bum hole, and I noticed it being covered in poop, I had finally said no.

I only started crying when I had managed to flee from them and evaded most of the small pebbles and larger rocks they had thrown at me while I ran. When nobody could see it, that's when I cried. Gustav had found me sitting there all alone, crying my heart out. I hadn't even managed to get my shorts pulled all the way back up, nor had I tucked in my shirt, when he asked me if I was alright. I just sat there, behind a dumpster, when he came to me like a little angel from out of nowhere. Soon we were giggling, mostly because he found it important to show me his bum since he had seen mine.

***

I never told Gustav about the teenagers, haven't really told anyone about them ever. And I truly didn't want to tell Vanessa about Chico either. But, she knew! I could tell when I glanced at her face once before I quickly looked down at my feet again. I didn't know how she knew, but her knowing it already made it somewhat easier to fess up to her.

"He asked me if I wanted to suck him. His dick. We had talked about that before, and I stupidly said I'd suck him some time. I only wanted him to calm down then, never actually meant I'd do it. Certainly not after I was told not to play with myself like that. You know, not to be naughty. I only want to be a good boy for father and you, Vanessa."

"I know you're trying. You should have come to me a long time ago, however. Not waited until now. For that, I have to punish you. 10 points for you, Søren. As for you, Chico. I have a smaller version of the belt Søren is wearing. I think it is about time we find out if it'll fit you as well as Søren's does. There will be no more touching yourself while you're here, boys. Francis understands this and since he hasn't touched himself, I won't put him in a belt."

She dragged a snivelling Chico with her out of our bedroom, probably heading straight for the room across the hall to put the belt on him.

"Why the fuck did you tell her all that?" Francis asked immediately after the door had shut.

"She knew it already. Couldn't you see that?"

"There's no way she could have known. I'm going to make your life miserable from now on. I won't kill you, but you'll fucking wish I would before I'm done with you."

I gulped at the threat. I knew he meant every last word he said, though he didn't start right then. I wished he would just start hitting me, I wouldn't have fought back nor tried to protect myself. But he didn't.

Vanessa and Chico soon returned, by then the young boy had been outfitted with a belt that looked exactly like mine. At least, he wouldn't be asking me to suck on his dick again.

Well, I guess he can ask, but I won't be able to. His dick is slim, but there's no chance he'll be able to get it through any of the holes in the mesh.

Chico was given 20 points for asking me to suck him and for touching himself. I'm not sure if his punishment was fair, after all I had only been put in the belt when I had tried to wank myself.

Maybe his punishment is harsher because he wanted someone else to play with him. Well, he'll learn his body is only for Mr Abd to play with. He has no choice now.

***

Our punishment later that day, after dinner, was spanking with a slipper. The 100 whacks I had to deliver to the six year-old's buttocks made me cringe, and I had to remind myself that I'd be punished even more severely if I didn't do a good job. I only had half of that, plus another 10 for the two points I had earned for other mishaps, but Francis made me hurt so badly it felt like I had been spanked a lot more times than Chico.

I cried myself to sleep that night, as did Chico, and didn't wake when Francis was fetched by Vanessa. I didn't wake up when he returned either, not until I found him on top of me and pushing my head into my pillow.

"Are you awake now?" He asked me quietly.

I tried to answer, but couldn't say anything so I did my best to nod.

"Good. Keep fucking quiet and just let me do my thing. It shan't take long, certainly not as long as it took your beloved father," he spat out the last words.

It didn't take Francis long, mostly because he only focused on his own needs. Well, he couldn't have done much to me anyway, not to make me feel good. I suppose he could have tried to make me feel nice by playing with my bum, but he was more interested in fucking it as quickly and as violently as he could. Since his dick was neither as thick nor as long as Mr Abd's, Francis didn't hurt me a whole lot. At least not physically. My bum hole was pretty much healed up by then.

When he had finished using me, he clapped my cheek and went to the bathroom. I heard him when he came back out and got into his own bed. I also heard when he fell asleep and started to snore. It was a faint snore, nothing that usually would have been able to keep me awake for a full night. That night, however, I couldn't fall asleep.

I kept second-guessing my choice to agree to go on a mission for two men I didn't really know, belonging to an organisation I had never heard of.

Maybe it would've been better to leave fighting wars to the grownups.

I wanted to go home, to be with my mum and my little sister. Though I wouldn't be able to see my father, I had been somewhat used to him leaving for long periods of time during my childhood. I had however always known he'd return when he had finished whatever it was he had to do. This time, I wasn't sure if I'd ever see him again. Let alone the rest of my family.

Right now, these two kids are my only family. And I just told on one of them and hurt him a lot, and the other used me like it was his every right to do so.

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5h

Screw Vanessa and all her stinking punishments. We never hear anything nice when we've done well. I've had it!

I had to be careful though, Vanessa knew I had a soft spot for Chico and I didn't want him to be punished for something I did without him knowing why. He'd have to agree to my plan first, if he said yes, I wouldn't have to worry too much about his well-being.

I waited until Vanessa had left us and then another ten minutes to make sure she wouldn't return. She had looked at my bum and declared it off limits for Mr Abd, so I knew we weren't going to be disturbed until the next morning. I quietly got out of my bed and began nudging at Chico.

"What?" I heard him ask from the other end of his bed.

"Why are you lying like that? Your head should be on the pillow, not your feet. Never mind, come to the bathroom with me," I whispered when I had relocated to the footend of his bed.

"Go on your own. I don't hafta pee now."

"I have to talk to you."

"Now? It's night."

"It's only just after nine. Come on, it's important."

He climbed over the side railing, which rattled a bit under his weight, but he managed to get onto the floor without falling. When we got into the bathroom I shut the door and switched on the light.

"Ow."

"Shush," I told Chico who was squinting at the piercing light, "Sit on the toilet. I've got something to tell you and it'll take a bit of time."

I sat next to him and tried to think of a way to start.

"So, what do you think of how Vanessa is treating us?"

"She's a mean bitch!"

"I think so too. I want to stop her from being so mean."

"Cool. How?"

"Uhm… I want to tick her off. A lot! So she'll get so mad he'll end up punishing me so badly Father will get mad at her."

"That's your plan?"

"Uh-huh."

"You'll get hurt!"

"Yes. But it will only be for a short time. If we just keep allowing her to run the show, both of us will get hurt for a lot longer."

"I don't want to be punished more."

"I'll try to do it so she'll only punish me. But she'll probably make you punish me. Is that okay with you?"

"Dunno. I don't like hurting you."

"I don't like hurting you either. But it will only be for a little while. I need you to be tough. Can you be tough for me? Just for a couple of days or so."

"I'll try."

"Good boy. Let's go to sleep. I need to think of what to do to make the bitch so angry she'll want to kill me. Without actually doing it, of course."

***

I got off to a good start by intentionally burning the oat porridge for our breakfast in the pot. I got it good, a thick layer stuck to the bottom of the pot, one that couldn't be scraped off with the wooden spoon I used to stir it. Well, I hadn't stirred it that morning, hence the burnt stuff. Vanessa forced us to eat what we were able to get out of the pot and on to two plates.

"You're not getting anything else. Oats are too expensive to simply throw away."

If I remember right, oats used to be real cheap. But it's been so long since I last went shopping with my mum. Maybe they got more expensive after.

I had one spoonful of the burnt oats and refused to eat any more. I just put the spoon next to the plate and put one arm over the other and sulked on my chair. Chico bravely continued to eat the vile stuff, though he had to drink a lot more water than he usually had at breakfast. He ended up getting sick all over the kitchen floor which earned me more points. I didn't keep count of them, so I can't tell you how many I got.

At lunch, I again let the food burn, the grilled cheese sandwiches were downright crispy. This time Vanessa smacked my rear end for a long time before she made me cook two new sandwiches for her to eat. Chico had been sent to bed due to his tummy ache and hadn't joined us for lunch so I was alone with Vanessa.

"Sit! You will eat what you've cooked and you will not leave your chair until you've eaten every last bit of it."

I looked at the four sandwiches on my plate. They looked more like charcoal than food.

"Don't scrunch your nose up at it, you cooked it. You will eat it," Vanessa said menacingly.

I will not!

I kept silent, though I wanted to scream from the top of my lungs that I would not eat and there was nothing she could do to make me. I think she gave me ten points or something like that, but I didn't pay attention.

*Wham*

The slap to my face sent me tumbling off the chair and onto the floor. I hadn't seen it coming before it was too late and hadn't been able to brace myself for it.

"Get back on your chair, boy!"

So you can slap me again? I think not.

She kicked me in the side when she realized I wasn't going to get up. It didn't hurt much, she only wore slippers, not the high heel shoes she wore outside.

"Go to your room, I don't want to look at you."

Happy to get away from her, I did as I was told. Chico was sleeping in his bed, for once his covers not all the way up over his head, and I could see his face. He looked so peaceful and cute in his sleep. I sat indian-style on my bed and awaited Vanessa's arrival.

***

What's keeping her? It's time for study hall.

I was antsy and frightened about what she'd do to me. Part of me just wanted her to hurry up and get it over and done with, the other part of me wanted her to stay away for as long as possible. I kept second-guessing myself, wondered if I had been too disrespectful for my own good.

The digits on the clock in our bedroom had changed to 15:30 before she finally entered the bedroom.

"Stay on your bed, Søren and take off your pyjamas."

She went to the chest of drawers standing upright against the far wall of the bedroom. Next to it were the patio doors leading to the garden outside. I just sat and watched her.

"That onesie will be coming off. If I have to help you undress, you will not like it much."

Lalalalalalaaa. I can't hear you! Lalalala.

I didn't fight her when she finally started unzipping the pyjamas I was wearing nor when she pushed me to lie on my back. I wish I had known what she'd do to me after she had undressed me, if I had, I would've undressed on my own.

"So, since you're behaving like a little baby, Søren, I will treat you like one."

What?

I'm rather confident babies aren't supposed to be tied to their bed but that is what Vanessa did to me first of all. She left the bedroom after that and returned a short time later carrying a plastic packaging. I blushed when I saw what it was.

"You can't put me in diapers, Vanessa!" I couldn't keep my mouth shut for any longer.

"Who says so? You? You're not deciding what goes and what doesn't go in this house. I do. Something you apparently don't understand yet but soon will. You've behaved like a baby all day long. It's about time you dress accordingly. Maybe that will teach you a lesson."

She tore the packaging open and pulled out a wrapped up disposable diaper from it. It was just a white diaper. It didn't have a childish design like the toddler diapers my sister had been using at night. But it was still a diaper!

"I'm way too old for diapers!"

"No, you're not. Lift up your bum. Now!"

I pushed my middle section as firmly into the mattress below me as I could. It was the only way I could prevent Vanessa from putting that diaper on me with my hands and feet all tied up like they were.

"I've about had it with your insolence, Søren. Well, there's no need for you to be wearing your belt now. I'm going to remove it and if you're still not cooperating after that, I will twist your little undeveloped balls so hard, I'm afraid you'll never be able to have children of your own. Mr Abd won't care about that, maybe he'll only be happy that you'll never grow into a man."

She undid the padlocks and even though I still pushed down with all my might, she managed to pull the belt right off me. Spread out on the bed as I was, my little balls were easy for her to seek out and grab hold of. She yanked at my scrotum, lifted me up from the bed by my balls while I screamed from the pain.

"Look at what you've done, you little worthless baby. You've woken up your older brother. Chico, stay in your bed or I'll do the same to you."

While she held me up she slid the by then unfolded diaper in under my bum and in a fluid motion she let go of my aching balls and quite effectively fastened the diaper around my waist.

"There, now you look more like the age you want to be, baby boy. But, we can do better than that. Oh yes! Don't go anywhere, Søren," she actually laughed after she had said that.

She came back carrying the largest pacifier I had ever seen and managed to get it wedged into my mouth by twisting on my ear. It was secured in place with a couple of leather strips that were joined behind my head. I couldn't push it back out of my mouth and it was so large I couldn't make much of a sound though I did my best to object to what she did to me.

"Now you look like a baby and you sound like a baby. Chico put your jammies on, you're already late for study hall and I don't want you to miss anymore of it than you have. Søren needs a nap. Maybe afterwards, he'll behave like a ten year-old should."

Chico quickly put his onesie on and scampered out of the door, no doubt he was happy for the excuse to leave the room. Vanessa pulled the straps holding my arms and legs spread tighter and made it even less likely I'd be able to get any sleep during my forced nap.

"Sleep well, baby. I'll wake you in time for dinner. If you behave, then I'll let you out of the diaper."

She shut off the light and left me alone with my thoughts.

So much for trying to break the rules. I got so many points and she's royally pissed off, but she hasn't done anything so far that would make Mr Abd angry with her, only me. And now I have to lie here for two or three hours with nothing to do but pull at the straps and try to chew up the pacifier so I can spit it out.

I've no idea what material the giant nipple of the pacifier was made from, but it was much too durable for me to bite the blasted thing off. I bit into it and grinded my teeth on it but it just puffed right back out when I had to relax my jaw for a moment.

***

About an hour had passed when I first felt the need to pee. I ignored it, I wasn't a baby and I wasn't about to piss myself and let Vanessa have another thing she could use to humiliate me. I hadn't had much to drink during the day anyway so there couldn't be much pee in my bladder waiting to get out.

There has to be lots of room left in my bladder.

I tested my restraints again and found the leather straps to be just as tight as when Vanessa had put them on. When I finally accepted I wasn't going anywhere until someone untied me, I heard the tell-tale sound of a large fly in the bedroom with me. I hated flies. The ones in my own country weren't so bad, but even those could be annoying when they'd land and walk around on my skin. It tickled a lot.

The flies in the middle-eastern country I was in by then, they were in a completely different league. They too would land on my body, mostly on my face and they'd walk around like it was their every right to do so. They weren't easily deterred either, once they had their heart set out for me, they kept coming back right after I wafted them off. Killing the flies wasn't easy either, they were darn quick to take off and usually my attempts to kill them only resulted in me slapping myself hard for nothing.

And now there's a bloody fly in the room with me. By the sound of it, it's a big one too.

I couldn't see it as the curtains were still drawn, but I could hear it fly around in large, lazy circles in the room.

Go away! Or just sit on the ceiling lamp or something at least.

Suddenly the buzz stopped and I thought myself lucky. The fly had apparently heard my silent pleas and touched down somewhere. I breathed out a long sigh through my nose and had almost emptied my lungs when I felt a tickling sensation on my right heel. It slowly moved upwards over the sole of my foot and I kicked my foot up to get rid of the fly.

My movement was almost immediately stopped by the strap cuffed to my ankle but it was enough to make the fly buzz off my foot. For only a second, then it was right back on my foot, tickling while it walked up towards my toes. I tried kicking out again, this time the fly didn't budge. Well, it stopped moving for as long as it took my foot to settle back down on the mattress. Then it started walking again.

It climbed up to sit right on the tip of the toe next to my big toe where it stopped and did whatever flies do when they sit still. Whatever it was it did, it tickled quite a lot. I wriggled my toes in an attempt to startle it and make it fly away, but it must have liked the scent of the sweat on my foot.

OW! Fuck that hurt!

The fly bit me and I really tested my bounds when it did, I kept wriggling my toes and bent my feet up and down, my left foot too though it was far away from the fly, and finally it left me alone. For a time.

I think it was five minutes later when it touched down on my stomach just below my ribs. It moved about in an erratic behaviour which made it impossible for me to predict when it'd move and where it'd stop. At one moment it walked right across my left nipple and continued up towards my face. When it reached the point where my Adam's apple would one day appear, I lost it.

No! The fly will go into my nostril and right up to my brain!

I panicked and tried to scream while I at the same time violently bucked in the straps holding me stretched out on my bed. It took me some time to realize I had started peeing too. When I felt the warmth of the liquid spread out in between my legs it was much too late to even bother trying to cut off the flow.

Now, she'll really think I'm a baby.

For whatever reasons the fly decided I wasn't worth walking around on any longer after I had pissed myself. It flew off and though I later tried to find it so I could kill it, I never found it.

***

At the time for dinner, when Vanessa had said she'd come for me, I was surprised to see it was Chico who opened the door and came to my bed.

"Hi. Vanessa told me to feed you. I can only undo the strap you have around your head and I'm to do it right up after you've eaten. We have to hurry. I only have ten minutes then I have to sit at the table," he told me.

He almost couldn't get the buckle undone but finally he managed to. I spat the pacifier out of my mouth as soon as I could feel the tension of the straps lessen.

"Chico!"

"We're not supposed to talk. You have to eat this. If you don't, she'll punish me."

"What is it?"

"It's mashed bananas and orange juice. I made it for you. It's good!"

Chico sounded proud and I didn't want to get him into trouble. So I obediently ate the mush he scooped into my mouth with a small plastic spoon. He allowed me a sip of the juice every so often until both bowl and plastic mug were empty.

"Thanks," I said meekly before he pushed the pacifier into my mouth and did up the straps again.

He kissed me softly on my cheek and then he was gone.

***

"Oh, baby has a wet diaper. If I could, I'd leave you be until you've shat in it too, but Mr Abd wants you to be ready for tonight. Which also means I can't punish you to the extent your disrespect warrants either. Don't for one second think you're off the hook, though, Søren. The points we can't clear off tonight will carry over to tomorrow. Do you have any idea of how many you've gotten today?"

"No, Vanessa. Lots."

"That's right, lots. 342 points. That means more than a thousand smacks on your rear end. Or around 700 slaps on your cheeks. 342 whacks across the soles of your feet. You wouldn't be able to walk for week. Which wouldn't do, not at all. But, we have all day tomorrow to decrease your points. The study hall teacher doesn't want you in his class again. Now that's a first. Oh well, you seemingly already know what he's able to teach so it isn't a major loss.

"Anyway, I have other ways to discipline slaves, methods that won't leave any marks. Oh, don't be so smug now, Søren. For that, I'll add 100 points to your total. So, it's 442 points now. Why, maybe we won't even have enough time to clear all your points tomorrow. We'll just have to wait and see. Chico, how many points do you have?"

"7, Vanessa."

"Søren will give you 35 spanks for those. After that, you'll spank him 50 times. That will reduce his total to 432."

"Yes, Vanessa."

I had to sit in my soiled diaper and spank Chico as hard as I could. Vanessa had won the first battle.

If she can punish me without leaving any undue marks, Mr Abd won't notice it at all.

My reddened buttocks certainly wasn't enough to raise any comments, when he later fucked me as hard as he could. All he asked was if I was feeling better. Obviously, Vanessa had told him I was sick when I hadn't been at the dinner table earlier in the evening.

***

*Ding ding* Second round! Who will come out the winner of this mighty battle? In the blue corner we have our hero, the junior light-weight world champion Søøøren Niiiiielsen! He's 10 years old and weighed in at… Crap! How much do I weigh anyway?

The realization of not knowing how heavy I was ended my early daydream. It was day two of my open rebellion against Vanessa and I had somehow awoken on my own before she came to wake me and Chico. Not wanting to leave my bed, I had tried to go back to sleep and ended up dozing a bit. It really wasn't important how much I weighed, but not knowing meant I couldn't continue dreaming I was standing in one corner of a boxing ring with Vanessa shadow-boxing in the other.

"Get out of bed you lazy boys. The sun is up and you should be too."

"Yes, Vanessa," I moaned before I got out from underneath my warm blanket. Still naked, I wrestled with the bedding to get it to lay perfectly on top of the mattress, momentarily pausing my rebellion. I helped Chico with his before we both went into the bathroom to sit on each our own toilets. Well, I sat on mine, he stood in front of his, while we peed in a silence only broken by the sound of his pee hitting the surface of the water in the bowl.

The silence carried on when we brushed our teeth and washed our hands and faces. We both knew I was going to be punished that day, as to how I had no idea, but I knew it wasn't going to be easy.

"You won't be cooking breakfast today, Søren. Chico, you'll find a bowl of porridge waiting for you in the kitchen. Go eat it, then clean the kitchen when you're done."

Chico left me with Vanessa. She pulled out a new diaper from the packaging and placed it on my bed.

"You'll spend the entire day in your bed. Sit on it while I fetch a few things from the bathroom."

I sat on the bed as far away from the dreaded diaper as I possibly could. I seriously didn't want to wear it and refused to even so much as look at it.

If I can't see it, it means it isn't there.

I had unfortunately outgrown the age when I had been able to think like that and believe it. I knew it was there, no more than 1.5 metres [~5 feet] away, if that much. I sighed and opened my eyes, turned my head and looked at the diaper laying on my bed. It was just an object that meant me no harm. Designed to aid those who needed to wear one. But I didn't need to wear diapers, I had been potty trained by the age of four. I had seen the pictures of me wearing my first big boy pants with the very last discarded diaper lying next to me on the floor. I looked so proud and happy in those pictures.

It's just a diaper. I won't die from wearing it. I wore one yesterday. I even peed in it even if it was by accident.

Vanessa returned to the bedroom, she had put on a pair of latex gloves and she was carrying a bottle of lubrication, the same kind Mr Abd sometimes used when he fucked me in the bum. She also had a thin and quite long clear tube and a roll of surgical tape.

She put the things next to the diaper on the bed and went to the chest of drawers. I sat in silence and observed her, while I wondered what she was going to do to me.

"This one should do the trick," I heard her say before she closed the drawer and turned around to face me.

"Right," she said when she stood in front of me, "This one goes into your bum."

I gasped at the thought. She was referring to a purple buttplug, one that seemed impossibly large now that I knew where she meant to put it. She could barely close her fingers around the base of the purple thing and that wasn't where it was the widest. That widest part of it was supposedly able to fit into my 10 years-old bum hole, a fact I had a hard time convincing myself was true.

Mr Abd struggles to get his dick to go into me and his is tiny compared to that!

"Lie back and lift up your legs. Hold on to your ankles and don't let go until I tell you to."

She worked one of her slim fingers into my bum even though I tried to clench my hole tightly shut, it felt bad but I wanted her to understand there'd be no way I'd be able to get that purple thing from hell stuck into me without getting seriously hurt. Without warning she slapped my buttock hard.

"Loosen up or it'll get much worse. We're not stopping until all of the plug is lodged deep inside of you."

"It'll never fit, Vanessa."

"Nonsense, boy. Mr Abd once had a slave one year younger than you and he managed it quite easily. Just loosen your muscle!"

"Ungh!"

"That's only two of my fingers. How the hell does Mr Abd fuck you if I can't get a couple of fingers inside your arse? Is his cock really so small?"

"It's big! Ooow, Vanessa, please, stop."

"Stay like that. You will not move an inch [2.3 cm] if you know what's good for you."

She slipped her fingers out of me and went back into the bathroom. She returned almost instantly.

"I told you, the plug is going inside of you, I'll simply have to shoehorn it in. This speculum will open your arsehole even if you're trying to fight me. Yes, I know you're trying to prevent the inevitable from happening. The ten points Chico helped you erase last night? You just earned them back."

Fuck! She's adding to my punishment even as I'm being punished? That's not fair!

The speculum felt freezing cold when she without much effort managed to push it into my bum. It was made from metal and slid quite easily on the film of lubrication into me until it could go no further. I gasped when I felt it expand in girth inside of me almost as soon as it had been pushed inside.

"Yes, Søren. The speculum will open your hole right up. It'll open up to an even larger size than the plug, if I should want it to. It's only a matter of pushing on the handles and adjusting the screw. Do you want to feel what it's like when it's spread to the max?"

"No! Please, it feels so bad already."

"Well, you still have a ways to go before I can get the plug in."

I'm sure she expanded the speculum a lot further than was required, but I couldn't actually see it. The handles she pushed on sat below my bum hole and I could only see where it disappeared into me. I had to look away when she declared it time to try fitting the purple plug into me. I still thought my hole would tear in a giant explosion of blood and gore while she stood pushing on the plug using both her arms.

It did feel bad, but mostly because the plug reached further into my bum than Mr Abd's dick had and the extra width filled my small bum much more than I had ever felt before. It made me feel like I had to seriously poop, but I just didn't have enough strength to singlehandedly push the plug back out, once it had fully seated inside of me.

"There. See, it's a perfect fit. I'm sure you're feeling nice and full down there now?"

"It's horrid. Take it out, Vanessa. Please. It's killing me!"

"Pssh, Søren. It takes a bit of getting used to, that's all. So it's a good thing you have all day for just that."

"All day?"

"All day long. It isn't coming back out until you're off to meet your daddy. You can let go of your ankles now, sit with your feet off the bed and lie back… Good, spread your knees wide… Wider, Søren."

I flinched when she grabbed my worm and had to fight my reflexes in order to stay on the bed when she slid the hood back off the head of it. A burning sensation followed and when I lifted my head to look at what she was doing to my poor worm, I almost wished I hadn't. She was busy feeding the long narrow tube into it. She only stopped when yellow pee started dribbling out of the end of the tube, now only 5 cm [~2"] from the end of my worm.

"Don't move about so much, I have to work quickly now. I don't want you to make a mess in your bed before I have taped up this catheter and diapered you. Actually, give me your finger. Here, push on the end of the tube and hold it there while I put a bit of tape on it."

It felt absolutely weird having to block the pee from leaving my body by pushing a finger against the plastic tubing. Usually I was quite capable of holding my pee without having to do anything but the tube had done so I couldn't stop peeing even though I tried my best. Vanessa taped the tube to the head of my worm and slid the foreskin back over it with tape and everything under it. This too felt weird, uncomfortable, but not exactly hurting me. Still it was an experience I wouldn't have felt bad missing out on.

She had me diapered in very little time, only allowing me to remove my finger in the very last possible moment just before she taped the front of the diaper with the two snips on either side of it. Almost immediately I could sense the warmth of my pee entering the diaper through the tube. Vanessa didn't give me time to dwell on that feeling, she had me lie on my back and secured my limbs to the four corners of the bed with the leather straps and cuffs.

"Now, like I said, you'll stay all day in bed like this. Chico will come feed you and he'll make sure you have plenty to drink as well. This is punishment, Søren, so there will be no talking between the two of you. If you do talk to each other, I will punish Chico in the exact same way as you're being punished now. I very much doubt he has ever had anything up his little arse, at least I couldn't find any traces of it when I examined him. But, if you wish for him to have that experience today, all you have to do is talk to him. Am I clear?"

"Yes, Vanessa. I won't say a word to him."

"Good. I'll see you tonight."

And she left. She left me utterly alone tied up to my bed wearing a diaper, with a tube up my worm that made me pee all of the time, although it was only dribbles, and with a seriously large buttplug lodged deep into my bum. The last was the worse too, my bum thought it was full of poop and wanted it gone, and kept trying to poop it out even though I knew it couldn't. No matter what I did, I couldn't suppress the reflexes to poop for very long and about every minute or so I could feel myself bear down until it hurt too much to keep going. A short period to relax after and it started all over again.

***

There isn't going to be a second round. This is too much already.

Chico had been by twice, the first time he fed me mashed up bananas like he had done for dinner the previous day. He looked sympathetic at me, though I don't think he knew just how bad it was for me. All he could see was me strapped spread-eagle to the bed wearing a diaper. He hadn't seen the too large buttplug go into my bum and neither had he seen the tube being stuck into my worm. Silently he just scooped the banana-flavoured goo into my mouth after allowing me to swallow.

I didn't even have to chew the stuff, Chico had mashed the bananas so much it had nearly liquefied the fruit. He had brought a pitcher of water with him and initially I thought it was to last for the entire day. Not so, he kept offering me a drink, even though I shook my head at him. He just nodded and placed the mug in front of my mouth again. When I refused a second time, he glared at me and pushed the mug closer. That's when I understood I had to drink the entire pitcher of water before he'd leave me. And I had to hurry too, he was probably on a very tight schedule.

My stomach was bloated when he finally left with the bowl and the empty pitcher. I had drank about a litre [~1 quart] of water in less than ten minutes plus I had eaten all of the banana mush.

The second time Chico came to our bedroom he only brought the pitcher with him. He had filled it to the brim and walked carefully as to not spill a single drop of the water in it. It had only been 90 minutes since I had been force fed, and force watered.

It's not even 9:30 and already I've drank two litres [2 quarts] of water. If Vanessa keeps making him come with water for me every hour and a half, then I'll be able to swim in my pee.

She had put two liners in the diaper and while it felt rather bulky between my legs, I was still feeling quite dry down there.

***

I wasn't feeling dry late in the afternoon, I was quite wet from the lower back all the way up to my belly button where the top of the diaper sat. However, there was nothing I could do about it, I felt about as helpless as one could ever fear to be. My entire body was either numb or aching and my middle section felt drenched.

"You win, Vanessa," I sobbed quietly, "I give up. I'll do whatever you want me to."

I'm not sure if I had really expected her to immediately come and liberate me from my bindings and allow me to remove the soaked diaper, but she didn't. It wasn't until after she had eaten dinner with Chico and Mr Abd that she finally came and started undoing the cuffs.

"Are you going to be a good little slave boy from now on, Søren?" She asked.

"Yes, Vanessa," I responded.

She had broken my will, quite easily too, now that I sit here and think back to when it happened, but I was only ten years old. And I had a gigantic buttplug lodged deep in my little arse that had made me go through a never-ending series of attempted bowel movements throughout the entire day. When she finally went about to remove it from my bum, it nearly wouldn't come out.

"Your hole is none worse for the wear. I'm sure Mr Abd will notice it being quite a bit less tight than he's used to tonight, but it'll shrink right up within too long."

***

I still had the humongous amount of points to pay off, but Vanessa made sure I never forgot about them. She reduced them to 100 after the day I had spent in day with my pee trickling into the big diaper and the buttplug in my bum. By the next evening, I had paid my dues in full.

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When Vanessa had finished with us, and after she had raised the side railings on Chico's bed, though I'm sure he didn't actually need them, I laid in my bed and thought.

I have to remember what D told me, a slave doesn't know the word 'no'! If someone tells me to jump, I will not ask how high, I will simply jump as high as I can and hope for it being high enough. I'm a slave, I'm owned by Father, and he has told Vanessa to make me a good slave. Whatever Vanessa does, Father has already approved it. Didn't he say that boys require achievable goals and a slap in the rear to grow up to be men? My father would only agree with him. Though, I don't think he'd stick his dick in my bum at night when I should be asleep… What's that sound?

It was a low whistling sound, one that didn't last very long but kept returning. It almost sounded like a pattern.

Oh! It's just Chico, even his snoring sounds cute. I should be sleeping too. It probably won't be long until Vanessa comes to tell me to put my jammies and take me to Father's room.

I wasn't sure what to make out of the man fucking me, of him using my body without doing anything in return. He kept me alive, but that was really only for his benefit. I wondered if our roles had been reversed, if I would've been like him. If I had been a wealthy man, would I have purchased a small boy to fuck? Or a small girl? I knew what my worm was for, primarily for peeing, of course, but knew it could be used for much more pleasurable things too. I had been with other men before, some nicer than others.

If at all possible, I would want to be the one fucking someone else too. I did like being fucked, to a certain degree anyway, could at the very least tolerate it being done to me. I understood why someone would want to fuck me, I'd probably want to fuck myself if given the possibility. Chico's snoring increased a little in volume.

Would I fuck Chico? Stick my stiff worm into his little bum? Would you like that, worm?

It seemed to agree with me, I could feel it get hard and fight against the mesh of the cup barring me from touching it. For sure, I'd fuck the little boy, but only if he'd let me. I wouldn't do it against his will.

Or would I? Could I fuck him, though I'd know he wouldn't want it?

My worm didn't lose any of its hardness. But, of course, it didn't have a brain.

I pondered for as long as it took Vanessa to show up. I got out of bed without her having to walk over and shake me awake. Silently and obediently I put on the onesie.

***

When Vanessa had removed the belt from around my waist I let my stiffy guide me towards the large bed where Mr Abd was already lying naked. I knew what was expected of me, I had to climb up on his bed and lay passively next to him. I knew, but I didn't. Not until I had quickly shed the stupid and so childish onesie off my body. He didn't say anything to the change of pace, though he did look kind of surprised at me. I ignored my racing heart and my mind, both telling me not to do what I was about to.

What are you doing? Just lie down next to him. Let him do his thing and go back to bed!

Instead, I climbed up on the bed and over to Mr Abd. I got right next to him and then partway on top of him. Without pausing and thereby allow myself to think things through, I kissed him right on his nipple. I kissed it lightly at first, then sucked ever so gently at it. The hairs around it tickled my nose but I ignored them and sucked harder, like I was trying to nurse from the man's breast.

I heard him moan softly and felt his hand when he placed it on the nape of my neck. He let me suck on his nipple for a few minutes while he caressed the parts of my body he could reach.

"Enough of that for now, Søren. You know where I want you," he told me.

I knew, and I slid to the end of his bed. Right on the edge of the mattress with my feet dangling over it, I allowed Mr Abd to tie me to the bedposts. He attacked my bum hole with his mouth and sucked more fiercely on it than I had on his nipple. I could tell he was horny, more horny than usual. It meant he spent less time trying to keep me right on edge of an orgasm he still wouldn't allow me to experience. But it also took him much less time to send his sperm deep into my body through the bum hole he had sucked so hard on.

***

It wasn't only in Mr Abd's bed I changed my behaviour. I started paying more attention to what Vanessa told me to do, at times even anticipating what it was she wanted me to and just did it. I no longer had to go to study hall, my few years in school had surpassed what the old man was able to teach, and Vanessa thought I'd be of more use doing other things anyway. Like teaching Chico maths. My own maths skills weren't top notch, but I did know how to add, subtract and multiply and showed Chico how I did it.

If anyone had asked me to do divisions I would have been blank, as I hadn't been taught that myself, at least not the proper way. But I could demonstrate addition to Chico quite easily with the oats I cooked for breakfast.

"See, one plus one is two. One oat, and then you take another oat and put it next to it. And you have two oats."

"I know that already."

"Okay. But what is five plus six then?"

"Four."

"That's wrong. Don't guess. When you add something to something else, it can't ever be less than either of the numbers."

"Oh."

"Take five oats and put them in a pile."

I waited while Chico counted to five while he took one oat for each number. Then told him to take six oats and put them in another pile next to the five.

"Okay, now what?"

"Put all the oats in one pile. Good, count how many you have now."

He dutifully counted each oat and stopped when he reached eleven.

"So, five plus six is eleven," I told him, "Not four."

"Ah!"

"Try with three plus eight now."

"That's eleven too?" he said wondering after he had done the maths with the oats.

"Yes, that's right. Okay, let's try something different. What's eleven minus five?"

"I dunno."

"At least you didn't guess. You have a pile of eleven oats. Count five of them and take them out of the pile… How many do you have left in the pile now?"

"Five. No, six!"

"Yes. So eleven minus five is six. Just like five plus six is eleven."

It would be so much easier to teach him if I had a computer.

But I didn't have one, I hadn't even seen one in the mansion yet. Then again, I hadn't been in all of the many rooms, I was certain Mr Abd had an office somewhere, like the father of one of my friends had had one. And there was bound to be a computer in there, nobody could live without a computer. A fact I had tried to convince my father of, unsuccessfully I might add. I had to use the one we had in the living room for my school assignments and wasn't allowed to use it for anything else.

So I taught Chico using oats, until Vanessa came and told us to stop playing with food. She gave me a bag of small marbles instead when I apologized and explained I had been using the oats to teach Chico. The marbles were easier to handle than the rather small flakes of oats and didn't stick to our fingers either. The best thing about them was they were the first toy we had ever been given in the time we had been owned by Mr Abd.

***

"How many points have you received today, Søren?"

I had to think for a while before I answered Vanessa's question. I had been at the mansion for about two months, and it was the first day where I hadn't gotten any points. I was sure I had to have gotten at least one point. But I just couldn't remember getting any.

"Uh, none, Vanessa. I think," I said timidly, fearing I had gotten it wrong and would be punished accordingly.

"I ought to give you a point for not knowing. But you're right, you've gotten zero points today. So no punishment for you."

Chico had two points, but didn't put up too much of a fuss when I slippered his bum cheeks for it. It was only six whacks, but I made sure the slipper hit him hard each and every time it struck his buttocks. And I made sure the slipper covered as much of his little firm buttocks as it possibly could. I still didn't enjoy hurting Chico, but he had spilled water on the kitchen floor and chosen to ignore it.

There was no award from Vanessa for getting zero points, it was only the punishment I evaded. It was enough too, really. I hated having to submit to Chico, so much younger and smaller than myself, and allow him to do his best to whack me with a slipper, a whip or paddle. Or whatever Vanessa thought was the best instrument of discipline for the day. Though, he could and did actually hurt me, especially with the riding crop, the humiliation was by far the worst for me.

The evening routine of getting clean, inside and out, had become just that, routine. I no longer feared cramping from the fluids going into my bottom and though they still made my stomach gurgle, it had become second-nature. Vanessa seemed less strict, but it might just be because I had gotten used to her temper by then. She could still hand out a swift slap to the face or bum, but even those seemed to have decreased in numbers, at least somewhat.

And then that day arrived, when I had gotten no punishment at night. It was a sudden change to the routine and, while I probably should've felt proud of myself, or happy, it made me more than just a little uneasy. I felt every bit as nervous as I had been on the first night when I walked to Mr Abd's bedroom closely following Vanessa. I was so nervous that my worm was soft when she removed the belt from my waist.

I had even gotten used to that, the belt I mean, though I still missed being able to touch my worm whenever I felt like it.

"It'll be alright," Vanessa told me.

She had noticed the unusual state of my worm too and the words she said were soothing but the tone of her voice was anything but.

"Go in there, your father is waiting for you," she told me when I had made no move towards the door to his bedroom.

I gulped and went to the door. And opened it.

***

Mr Abd was on his bed as per usual and I shucked the onesie off on the way towards him.

"No. Put your pyjamas back on. I want you to be clothed tonight."

With the onesie back in place and the zipper done up I scaled the bed and climbed across the mattress to Mr Abd. I settled down on my back right next to him. My arm was touching his and he held my hand.

"You've been a very good little boy today. You've done everything Vanessa told you and you did it well. No, better than well, you did it to perfection. I hope you'll keep it up, it'll make me very happy and if I'm happy, I'll make you happy."

He caressed my hand while he spoke, then told me to close my eyes.

"Tonight, I want you to lay perfectly still. Keep your body relaxed at all time. If I move your arm or leg, you'll just let it fall to where it wants to go. Keep your eyes shut too, pretend to be asleep."

Mr Abd tested me, he lifted my arm up by the wrist and let go of it when it was still up in the air. It flopped down onto the bed and bounced back up a bit before it fell to rest on top of the sheet. I felt him move, he sat up on the bed beside me and placed one of his hands on my forehead. He pushed hard on my head, so much it began to hurt.

You're sleeping, Søren. It isn't really happening, you're just dreaming.

I kept from panicking and managed to stay relaxed though I could feel how my head was forced into the mattress. It was yet another test of Mr Abd's.

"Good boy. If you keep doing this then I won't have to drug you to fulfil one of my fantasies. I just may do it anyway some other time. To see if I can tell the difference. The downside to drugging you is it'll keep you out of action for most of the following day and when you wake up you'll feel very sick."

I didn't respond, I was trying hard to be sleeping. It was a rather fun game, one I had played with Gustav a couple of times. If one of us were to 'wake up' then he'd lose. The stuff we had done back then had only been tickling and touching various forbidden places on our bodies. What Mr Abd did to me went far beyond that, but still I played the game. I didn't want to lose, had no interest in being drugged and getting sick from it.

He too touched my body where I wasn't allowed to touch it myself, at first through the fleece of the onesie I was wearing. Pretty soon, he undressed me while I just let my body flop this way and the other. I ended up lying on my side, facing away from Mr Abd and he let his fingers roam on the back of my body. He pinched my skin hard before pushing his fingers into my armpit and tickled me. I almost lost the game right there and then.

Heheheheh! NO! I can't laugh. Relax, breathe slowly in and out through the mouth. That's it! Just keep breathing.

He stopped trying to force a giggle out of me and let his fingers wander further down my body. They touched my flank, only just so, which felt worse than when he had tried to tickle my armpit. Fortunately he only made one pass and his warm hand ended up on my bum. Without warning he spread open my cheeks and stuffed a finger into my opening.

Ooooh, fuck that burns.

The finger went in and out of my hole a couple of times then left it alone again. I felt him shift on the bed and the finger slipped over my lower lip right into my mouth. It was the same finger that had just been inside my bum. Somewhat gross, but I had emptied myself fully the same evening. It didn't taste like poop, but it wasn't a flavour I particularly enjoyed either. Mr Abd pushed the finger deep into my mouth and pressed it down against the far back of my tongue. It triggered my gag reflex and ended the game.

"You did well right up until the end. I suppose I will have to use drugs on you after all."

Mr Abd didn't sound too displeased with me, but ordered me to the usual spot at the foot end of his bed. Here he made short process of tying me to the two bedposts.

"You can make sounds again now. No need to pretend to be asleep any longer. I want to hear you enjoy what I do to you."

"Yes, Father. Thank you."

"Oh, the pleasure will be all mine in the end."

He massaged life into my worm, it didn't take him very long either, not when I was back in familiar territory. I knew he'd play with my body, he'd make it feel good to the point where I felt like bursting and then stop for a time. Only to start it all again. He'd keep doing it until he tired from it and then he'd rape me. Afterwards, he'd send me back to bed, acting like nothing at all had happened during the hour and a half he had me in his bedroom.

Only this time, there was a change. He did keep massaging my worm and balls and my bum hole with both hands and mouth, and he stopped when he could hear and feel I was just about to explode from the sensations. He caressed my bum cheeks until the sensations had died down and then he'd set about building them up to the peak again. He kept doing it for a much longer time than ever before and just when I thought I'd really feint from the feelings, he didn't stop.

"Father!" I gasped in fear, when I realised I was about to pop.

"It's okay. Let it happen. I want you to," he quickly explained while he was still wanking my small, but very stiff and probably much chafed stiffy and had two fingers pushing in and out of my bum hole at a maddening pace.

"Ooh, nooo! Please, stop! it's too much. Father, please. Oh, daddeeeee!"

I was terribly ashamed over my outburst but I hadn't been able to suppress myself. The emotions that went through my body with the much wanted and needed orgasm made me unable to control what I did and said. I had never in my dreams imagined myself to call out for my father while Mr Abd did what he did to me. It wasn't Mr Abd I had called daddy, no, it was a cry out for my real father to come rescue me, to take me away from where I was and bring me to safety.

My real father didn't come to save the day, or night, and the man, who wanted me to call him father, didn't allow me much time to get over the orgasm that still wreaked havoc within my body and mind. As soon as I had cried out for daddy, his fingers slipped out of my bum and were replaced by his thicker and longer dick. He clutched onto my thin waist while he seesawed powerfully in and out of my bum. This made me cry out too, at first in pain and outrage, and finally when I surrendered to the situation, still in confusion. As per usual, he finished long before it ever began to feel nice being fucked by his massive prick. Well, it felt massive in my little bum.

***

"Mr Abd wants to see you in his office. Right now," Vanessa told me in the afternoon the very next day.

"Yes, Vanessa. But, Vanessa? I don't know where it is."

"I'll take you to it. You're not allowed in that part of the house on your own. Ever! Do you understand?"

"Yes Vanessa. I can't never go to wherever Father's office is by myself."

"We need to work on your linguistics, but you're right. Tidy up and let's go. I don't have all day."

I put the dishtowel on its hook and hung my apron next to it, leaving Chico to fend for himself with the clean up after lunch. We had almost finished by then, so I didn't feel too bad about it. Besides, Vanessa was waiting for me. And apparently, so was Mr Abd. He had never sent for me during the day, in fact I didn't even know he was still in the house. His office was on the upper level of the mansion, only accessible through a staircase in the wing where his bedroom was.

He does have a computer!

Well, he had three, a notebook placed on the very large desk in front of which I was standing. There were two expensive looking leather chairs, one on either side of me, but I hadn't been given permission to sit in one of them. I stood with my hands on my back, at ease, with my head bowed. I kept perfectly still while I waited for Mr Abd to stop typing. My eyes darted back and forth though, taking in as much of the surroundings as I could with my head bowed.

There are two computers behind him, large computers. And he has paintings on the wall, though I can't for the heck of me see what they're supposed to be of. If I drew like that in arts class, then I would've been told off.

There was a thick carpet on the floor, one that made the short hairs on my head stand out when I made my way across it to stand in front of the large desk. Mr Abd sat in a swivel chair, made from the same leather as the two guest chairs. It looked very comfortable to sit on. But I wasn't invited to try it out to see for myself.

"So," Mr Abd said after a couple of minutes, "I want to talk to you about last night."

"Father?"

"Oh, you're not in trouble. On the contrary. I want to make a deal with you. Well, not so much a deal, as you won't have much say in the matter. I'll tell you what will happen if you keep on your best behaviour like yesterday and like you have been so far today."

I listened to his words, it would be nice to actually know what was in store for me before it happened.

"Every day you behave, you can expect a night like last night to follow. I don't mean the make-believe sleeping, you weren't very good at that, not where it truly counted. No, what happened after that, is what will happen every day you manage to get by without any remarks. I will play with you until you get an orgasm. I'll play with you for however long I want to, but I will allow you to orgasm exactly once every night. If you behave."

"Thank you, Father."

"If you manage to get by for an entire week without incident, I will have Vanessa remove your chastity belt. You would like that, wouldn't you?"

"Yes! Please, Father."

"Don't beg now, that isn't befitting for a slave. Keep in mind, if the belt comes off, it doesn't mean you can just play with yourself at any chance you get. You can scratch yourself in private when you have an itch, though."

"Yes, Father."

"Good. Leave. You have work to do and so do I. I'll see you at the dinner table."

I walked carefully across the expensive carpet back to the door I had entered the office by. The door handle tried electrocuting the crap out of my finger when I reached for it. Though it was only one small spark it still hurt enough to make me cry out in pain and I had to suck on the tip of my finger to soothe it. I knew Father wanted me out of his office so I had to build up enough courage to touch the door handle again and open the door.

Immediately Vanessa took me down and out to the pool where Chico was waiting for us. We had reached the least favourite part of the day for me. Exercising. Mr Abd didn't want fat and lazy slaves and Vanessa sure did what she could to keep us in shape. The food we ate wasn't by any means enough to make us fat, and with the amount of laps I swam, I'm sure I burned off any and all calories I had eaten and would eat that day, dinner included.

But, I had been set a goal, one that seemed more important or at the very least far more easy to reach than the overall mission to spy against the LAoV. I had to make it through the day without getting any points. There was a mind-blowing release of emotions waiting for me in Mr Abd's bed if I made it through.

Don't forget about getting rid of the belt. That sure will be nice too.

So I pushed myself harder and swam further than I had before in the time allotted for our exercise. It was tiring but I nearly flew past Chico twice for every lap he managed to swim. When we were done, I stood at the edge of the pool gasping for air.

"Have a look at Søren, Chico. That's the kind of spirit I want to see. Two points for not pushing yourself as hard as he did," Vanessa said and sent us off to shower.

***

"Arsehole!" Chico muttered when we were about to enter our bedroom through the patio doors.

"What?"

"You're an arsehole! You made her give me points."

I waited until we were in the bathroom under the cold spray of water, then tried to make the boy understand my reasons.

"Chico. We must do everything we can to not get any points. Even if it means swimming so hard our legs feel like they'll come off."

"I already did! I swam so hard. I'm only little."

"Try to swim faster next time. Father rewarded me for getting zero points last night."

"He likes you more."

"No, he doesn't. He paid a lot more for you than he spent on me."

Chico looked questionably at me. Then lit up in a small smile.

"So I'm worth more than you!" He said, his voice full of delight.

"Maybe, but you still got points. So I get to punish you tonight," I teased and stuck my tongue out at him.

"It's only two points. I can handle two."

"You sure can. Even lots more. I'm proud of you, little bro."

"D'you think Father will reward me if I don't get no points too?"

"Yep. I don't know how but I think he will."

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Chico wasn't as stupid as Vanessa thought him to be, he was just a slow learner. Maybe it was due to my lack of teaching skills, but it took a whole lot of effort to teach him how to add numbers. It was important he knew how, as whenever we did something wrong or not up to Vanessa's standards, we were given a number of points. It was then up to us to keep track of how many points we had received throughout the day and tell her when we were getting ready for bed. She kept track of our points too, and if our numbers didn't match hers, we'd be punished for it.

I tried to teach him the technique I had learned for adding numbers and he couldn't quite grasp it. He did have a fairly good memory so instead I began telling him the results of numbers being added. That worked, to a certain point anyway, there was only so many combinations he could learn by memorization. So I had to get him to understand the basics of addition. But the 90 minutes I had every day to teach him meant I couldn't do it in one sitting. Fortunately, Vanessa seemed to understand it wasn't going to be easy and I wasn't punished for failing. Not the first day anyway.

***

I kept working hard on not giving Vanessa any excuses to give me points. Since the first night when Mr Abd had allowed me to orgasm, I wanted him to give me more. So many more. He'd only ever allow me one per night, which was far less than I wanted but I just had to take what I could get. If I could only have one, at least I wanted to make darn sure I'd be getting it.

For four more days I managed to get by without ever earning a single point, though it was a struggle at times. I had gotten past the halfway point to having my chastity belt removed and I thought I was on the home stretch to success when disaster struck. It was a simple mistake on my behalf, one I couldn't blame anyone else but myself for making.

"Søren, today you will do the laundry," Vanessa had told me after we had finished breakfast.

It was a fairly easy task, the six dirty onesies of ours had to be put in the washing machine along with detergent and fabric softener. Then hung up to dry while our beddings was in the machine to be washed. They had to be washed separately because of the different wash programs and also because of the sheer quantity of clothing. It was something I had done plenty of times already and a far better task than working outside for instance.

I sat on the floor in front of the machine and watched the spinning drum for the one hour long cycle and did nothing but daydream about the orgasm I was certain Mr Abd would make me go through later.

I wonder if he'll do it with his hand or his mouth. I hope it'll be his mouth. It feels much more intense that way.

I watched the different colours of the onesies tumbling around inside the drum and listened to the splashes of water while all the sweat and dirt was washed from the clothes. I was physically in the utility room, but mentally I was in another part of the house, inside Mr Abd's bedroom, tied up on his bed. While he did things to me that nobody should. Forbidden things, but things that felt so nice regardless. I was so far gone I didn't notice the sound from the machine when it began to pump out the dirty water.

I didn't see the water level never fell, even though the pump sucked all it could. Neither did I notice the water level rise dangerously high in the drum of the washing machine when it tried to begin the rinse cycle. What I did notice was when it started beeping, something it usually did when it was done. A series of 3 short beeps with about two seconds pause in between.

That was right quick. Did I really spend so much time thinking of Father's hands on my body?

The machine beeped and I thought it had finished. I had only ever heard it beep when it was done, not because of it needing attention otherwise. So I didn't think it strange that the beeps weren't the usual 3 short beeps but a never-ending series of beeps. I just got up on my feet, placed the large mesh plastic basket in front of the door to the drum and opened it.

It was like a dam had breached when the full drum emptied most of the water out through the door as soon as I had unlatched it. The door was pushed out by the water and clanged up against the machine, the first thing I had been taught not to do.

"If you open the door right up, you will wear on it. It may scratch the surface of the machine and if that happens, I'll add marks to your body," Vanessa had warned me.

It was the least of my worries right then. The flood of soapy water rapidly made its way out onto the floor and had by then already soaked the feet of the onesie I was wearing. The very last one I had that was clean. Well, it had been clean when I put it on earlier that morning. And dry.

Vanessa is going to kill me for this!

Panicked I assessed the damages and tried to come up with a way to get everything cleaned up before she would find out about it. It was as if everywhere I looked there was water. A couple of the onesies had spilled out into the basket, but they were soaked, far wetter than they usually were when I'd reach into the machine and pull them out from the sides of the drum. And they were foaming, another deviation from the norm.

Another cause for my panic was the washing machine still beeping loudly as if it was screaming in pain. To my ears it sounded like it was trying to raise the dead to come to its rescue. Just as I reached out for the power button to end its misery, the door to the hallway opened and Vanessa appeared.

"What are you doing?" She asked outraged.

"Uh, it started beeping and…" I tried to explain.

"Yes, I could hear the sounds all the way from my study. Why did you open the door and let out all the water? For crying out loud, do I have to do everything myself around here? Put the clothes back into the machine and shut the door."

I did it as quickly as I could and looked up for more guidance.

"Move the basket, there's a hatch on the lower right side of the front. Open it."

"Yes, Vanessa."

The hatch was tricky to open, but finally it popped out.

"See that knob in there? Twist it counter clockwise… to the left, you idiot. Now pull it out."

I ended up pulling out a rather stuffed filter from the bottom of the washing machine. More water spilled out from the machine through the opening where the filter had been. The filter was packed full of bits and pieces I couldn't easily identify.

"Take it to the sink and rinse it out under the water. I'll find Chico. He'll have to help you get this mess sorted out."

***

Once the filter had been rinsed and put back into the machine, Vanessa told me how to operate it so it pumped the remaining water out, then run a rinsing and spin cycle. While it did that, Chico and I mopped up the dirty water, he had put on his wellies so he wouldn't mess up his onesie like I had mine. When we had finished, the floor looked exactly like it had before the washing machine had spewed out the water.

There was however a very little chip in the paint on the front of the machine where the door had banged up against it. One Vanessa didn't have to spend much time to point out to me.

"That's why I told you to always be careful when you open the door. Ten points, Søren."

Fuck! That was it for my orgasm today. And my belt won't be removed in two days' time. I'm back to where I started. CRAP!

My punishment for the ten points started at the dinner table. I wasn't allowed to eat, but had to sit and watch the rest of them eat. At bed time Chico spanked the crap out of my foot soles. Twenty times they felt the paddle before the points had been erased. It hurt, a lot, but the true pain was the missed opportunity of experiencing an orgasm later that evening.

***

"Take these, Søren."

I had gotten into bed and just gotten comfortable when Vanessa said that and handed me three pills and a small cup with water.

"What's that?"

"Never mind what it is. Mr Abd wants you to swallow them and that is exactly what you will do. I'll force them down your throat if I have to."

The pills were large, oval and white. There were no marks on them, no indication whatsoever of what they were or what good they'd do. It felt like they got stuck halfway down my throat when I dutifully swallowed them one by one with a sip of water following each of them.

"Can I please have some more water, Vanessa?" I asked after the last one.

"No. Your stomach needs to be empty."

I wondered why, but settled back into my bed and put my head on the pillow before Vanessa shut off the light and closed the door. For the first twenty minutes the pills didn't seem to do anything, then my head started swimming.

"I don't feel well," I mumbled and thought my voice sounded so strange.

I finally fell asleep just when I thought I'd throw up from the way the room was spinning madly around.

***

When I woke up, I didn't feel like I had gotten any rest at all that night. My body was aching all over, worst of all my throat, which felt very sore, closely followed by a dull ache in my bum. Before I knew it would happen my stomach cramped and I threw up into the bucket Chico quickly held up in front of my face. It wasn't much I managed to spit out, but it looked bad enough to start another round of heaves.

Finally, when there was no more vile stuff wanting to leave my stomach I fell back onto the pillow. The sheets felt wet and clammy and I wanted nothing more than go back to sleep.

I want to die! I've never felt so sick before in my life. Oh fuck, not again!

I quickly sat back up and heaved again. I couldn't stop though nothing came out. I managed one look at Chico but quickly looked away again. He was white as a ghost and looked about ready to throw up himself. When my head slipped back onto the pillow, he put a cold washcloth on my forehead. I wanted to thank him and when I was too weak to tell him, I smiled feebly at him instead. I drifted back to sleep.

***

"What happened?" Chico asked me later, when I had woken up again and felt just a tiny bit better.

"Dunno," I croaked and tried to clear my throat before I carried on, "The pills. You saw. Vanessa made me take them."

I coughed, my throat was so bloody sore.

Maybe it's from all the spewing.

"I fell asleep and I dunno anymore until I puked my guts out this morning."

"It was after lunch."

"What?"

"You didn't wake up until after lunch."

"What time is it?" I asked and looked up at the clock on the wall. I couldn't tell the digits, could only see a red blop of colour.

"It's almost seven. We already had dinner. Vanessa told me to let you sleep when she woke me. You slept all day."

***

I didn't see Mr Abd until the next morning at 10:00, when he summoned me to his office. I stood in front of his desk and I still hadn't recovered 100% from whatever had happened to me after Vanessa had made me swallow the pills.

"So, I'm sure you're wondering about what happened after I had Vanessa drug you?" He asked me.

I wasn't sure if I wanted to know. Based on how my body had felt like, and still did to some extent, it hadn't been anything good. It was a rhetorical question though and he started explaining before I had a chance to answer.

"I went to your bedroom and carried you to my bed myself. You're too heavy for Vanessa to carry you very far. From there, well, you can see for yourself."

He turned his notebook so I could watch the screen and the video he started. I was still wearing my onesie, when he put me on the bed, and I looked to be deeply asleep.

Nah, I wasn't just sleeping. I was drugged! That's why I didn't wake up when he just dropped me on the bed like that. My arm was under my body and I would have woken from it. Probably screaming.

I couldn't do anything but stand and watch while I saw Mr Abd undress me on the screen.

He wasn't very careful when he stripped me from the onesie and twisted my arm out from under my back where I had landed on top of it. My worm was small and soft when he unlocked the chastity belt and just yanked the belt out from underneath me.

Without thinking, I reached back then and felt where the belt was now back in place. My skin felt sore under the leather, where I had seen it being dragged from underneath me on the screen. I knew it had to be from the friction caused by the belt rubbing against me. I continued to watch the movie. It was me in it, but it might as well have been any other 10 year-old boy, since I had no recollection whatsoever of anything that took place on the screen.

"Let's see if the drugs are really working," I head Mr Abd's voice coming from the speakers in the notebook.

He lifted one of my legs and pushed it back over my stomach and held it where my knee was right up against my chin. He held up his other hand, showed to the camera how he held out two fingers and proceeded to stuff them into my bum hole. He hadn't prepared my hole, nor had he put any kind of lubrication on his fingers, yet he just mashed them all the way in.

No wonder I'm still so sore there now.

I clenched my hole shut, while I stood there watching. The boy in the video didn't move at all and kept silent. Just kept breathing in and out, peacefully, as if in deep sleep. I had to remind myself that it was me on the screen. Mr Abd kept abusing my bum hole with his fingers for a time, then pulled them out and let go of my leg. It flopped down on the bed, ended up laying bent at the knee. The two fingers that had been in my bum was pushed into my mouth. Deep into it.

Still, there was no reaction from me, I kept breathing as slowly as I had. At least the me in the video. The real me, the one watching it, breathed quite quickly in and out.

"Now for the real test," I heard.

I wasn't sure if it was the Mr Abd sitting on the chair in front of me or the one on the screen who said it, I stared in disbelief when he used his other hand to pinch my nostrils shut. He pushed his fingers further into my mouth until I could see my lips turn white around his hand. He held them there for thirty seconds at least, until my cheeks started changing colour from their usual pink to a deep red. I hadn't moved, still didn't, the only change I could see was my chest and stomach had stopped moving up and down.

"I think he passed the test. There's no reason to kill him," Mr Abd said and moved his hands away from my face.

I didn't gasp for breath in the video like I did in real life. I had held my breath for as long as Mr Abd had prevented the drugged me from breathing and thought I'd pass out from it before he let go. At least the boy on the screen had resumed breathing and his cheeks were slowly changing colour back to normal. I observed while he rearranged me on the bed, so my head hung out over the side of it and he stuck his dick into my mouth. He didn't stop until the hairs on top of his dick were mashed into my chin.

"Please. Stop it, Father," I said in a loud whisper.

"You don't want to watch the rest of the film? You're the star of it and there's plenty more action in it."

"No. Please, just stop it now."

"Well, I thought you'd be interested. I sure would if it had been me. It's okay, Søren. You're still alive and well. And you will continue to stay that way, for as long as you belong to me. I will drug and use you from time to time like I did that night, but I'd never kill you."

I was dismissed from Mr Abd's office with the strict order of not telling Chico anything of what I had seen. Mr Abd assured me that he'd never use the little boy like he had done me, not until he reached my age. The drugs administered to me by Vanessa were simply too powerful for a smaller boy to survive.

It took me a couple of days to find my feet again and get rid of the last effects the drugs had had on my body. It took a lot longer to push aside the images of me having my throat invaded by Mr Abd's dick. I never forgot them, on the other hand I couldn't keep thinking about them either. It was a fact of life, not a very nice one, but Mr Abd could do whatever he wanted to me.

Only very few people knew I was alive and even less of those knew exactly where I was. The few who did wouldn't or couldn't help me.

***

Somehow I found myself slipping back into the routines at Mr Abd's household when the drugs wore off completely and I began working hard again. By focusing ever more on the tasks I was set, I was able to divert my thoughts from what had happened while I had been drugged and in turn I got back to receiving zero points.

On day six of having no points, I was told to report outside. I had worked outside before, had been tasked with clearing weeds from the rose flowerbeds. The same gardener, the one who had switched me with a thin flexible twig across my clothed bum, told me to go back to the flowerbeds.

"Remember what I told you, boy. If you're not working as hard as I want, I will switch your bare arse. You belong to me for the next three hours and by God you will work for the entire time or you will be sorry."

"Yes, Sir."

"You know where the coverall and gloves are. That bed over there, that's where I want to see you working within five minutes."

I ran to the shed to put on the clothes and get on with my job. I didn't want to be switched, he had hit me so hard the last time. It had hurt even though I had been wearing both my onesie and the coverall on top of it. I quickly found out the gloves only slowed me down and it was easier to grab hold of the weeds with my bare hands, I just had to be careful when I tried to liberate them from the thorn-filled stems of the roses.

"Boy!" I heard the gardener shout for me.

I was deep into the flowerbed and had to work myself out of there. There was only just enough room to walk between the roses that seemed to do whatever they could to retain me in their midst.

"Dammit boy, can't you hear I'm calling?"

"I'm coming, Sir," I cried out loud while I tried to free my leg from a great deal of prickly thorns, "fucking piece of crap," I muttered to the rose.

"What did you call me, boy?"

"I didn't mean you, Sir. I was talking to the rose."

"You shouldn't be using that kind of language at all at your age. Don't they teach you anything in that house?"

"They do, sir. A whole lot. I'm sorry. I was just annoyed at the rose that wouldn't let go of me," I explained when I finally stood in front of the gardener.

"I have to talk to that lady. I don't want to hear words like that from a small kid like you."

"Please," I gasped, "Sir, I won't ever use them again. I swear! By everything that's Holy."

I could only imagine what Vanessa would do to me if she found out I had been disrespectful to the gardener. Though I hadn't, not really.

I never meant for anyone to hear what I said to the stupid rose!

"Go to the shed. I'll be right there."

"Yes, Sir."

I didn't have to wait long, then the gardener came and shut the door behind him.

"So, boy. You don't want me to talk to the lady. You don't want to be punished is that it?"

"No, Sir, that's not it. Please, you can punish me, there's no need to involve Vanessa. She'll be extremely mad at me if we disturb her with something like this."

"Well," the gardener scratched his nape, "it would save me the trouble from having to go round the house to talk to her. Take off the coverall and bend over."

I did and waited for him to start switching me.

"Oh, that's a handy detail," he said and unzipped the seat of the onesie.

I widened my eyes in fear when I realized he'd be switching my bare bum, but didn't say anything. Whatever he did to me would be better than being punished by Chico on Vanessa's orders and having my hard-earned six days of zero points reset back to none. I wanted the chastity belt around my waist gone, preferably thrown away for good.

I'm so close now I can almost taste it!

He switched my bum five times but I think he deliberately held back some. That changed after he did up the seat in my onesie again. He hit me another fifteen times as hard as he could on my fleece-covered rear end. Then dismissed me so I could go back into the mansion and help Chico prepare our lunch. I had gotten away fairly easily, at least compared to what Vanessa likely would have done, if the gardener had talked to her.

She would've given me points, and even one would screw up everything!

***

"It's your seventh day in a row with no punishments, Søren," Vanessa needlessly told me.

I stood in the shower and let her wash my worm as she had done for months on end. It was going to be the last time she ever had to do that, if I had anything to say about it. I don't know why she did it really, she could've just removed the belt completely and allowed me to wash myself, but she put the padlock back in place after she had soaped up my worm and balls.

She only removed the belt later when she took me to Mr Abd's bedroom.

Right, you can sod off now and take that thing with you.

I opened the door and went to Mr Abd's bed.

"My sweet boy. A full week of nothing but hard work and determination. Now, that's what I call dedication. Have you completely adjusted to the routines here?" He asked me when I lay next to him.

"Almost, Father."

"Almost? What haven't you gotten used to?"

I should just have said yes. Why do I always have to complicate things?

I had let the cat out of the bag, it was far too late to catch it and get it back in and pretend it had never gotten out in the first place.

"The drugs, Father."

"Ah. Yes, I don't think you'll ever get used to those. Frankly, I don't want you to get used to taking drugs, they ruin lives. However, I will drug you whenever I feel like playing the special game with you."

"I get it, Father. I just don't like it."

"You don't have to like it. Actually, you don't have to do anything when drugged, not that you'd be able to anyway."

"I understand, Father. It's just what it is. I like the other things you do to me."

"When I fuck you silly?"

I could hear the amusement in his voice.

"Do I have to answer that?"

"No. I know what you mean. If you keep up the good work, you will be rewarded. That's what I've promised and I'm a man of my word. What I do to you while you're tied up or passed out from drugs won't harm you. Not in the long run."

I kept silent. I wasn't sure if he told me the truth, but I had to admit my body had fully recovered. The things he did to it was unpleasant, painful at times, but most of it was avoidable if only I did as I was told. And if I did that, my worm would be manipulated in the best of ways until I had to cry out from the feelings it brought with it. Life wasn't too bad at Mr Abd's house. It was predictable, to a certain extent.

What else can a boy like me dream of?

Right, at that very moment, I had all that I wanted. Mr Abd was busy unzipping my onesie. I knew it would only be a matter of seconds, minutes at most, until he'd play with my worm. It was already standing at attention, ready for him to begin.

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When Francis came to fuck me on the second night in a row, I wondered if it would turn into a daily recurrence. If so, I had to figure out another way to get some sleep. I had been dead tired throughout the day and had earned a lot of points for not being able to pay attention in class and do the jobs I had been told to do around the mansion. Yes, Francis had been right about him making my life miserable, but I doubt he knew just how much his nightly fucking wore on me.

Chico was the first to see it. And he even begged his brother to stop whatever it was he did to me. Chico didn't know, as he wasn't awake when Francis fucked me and we never made enough noise for him to wake up while it happened. My quiet gasps when Francis power-fucked me weren't loud enough for anyone to notice.

"Are you scratching yourself alot at night?" Vanessa asked me when she was examining my bum one evening in the bathroom after we had finished cleaning ourselves.

"No, Vanessa. You told me never to do that and I don't."

"Well, I told you never to do it around the house. It's okay if you scratch yourself a little in private. I don't understand though. Your hole doesn't seem to get any better even with the ointment I've been applying to it."

We were alone in the bathroom, the brothers were in the bedroom, supposedly getting ready to sleep. I knew Francis was just waiting for Mr Abd to summon him, then he'd return to the bedroom and wake me by sticking his dick into my bum after he had pushed my head firmly into my pillow.

"Are any of your brothers doing anything to you at night?"

YES! And no, I'm not telling on Francis. I told what happened with Chico and look where it got me.

"No," I said in a low voice.

"Hmm. Hopefully it'll be better tomorrow night. Mr Abd wants you back in his bedroom. He has been asking for you."

Oh won't that just be a thrill! First Mr Abd, then Francis afterwards.

Still, I kept my mouth shut. I wasn't able to do anything to make my bum hole heal any faster, certainly not when Francis kept fucking it dry every night.

***

That night, Mr Abd sent for Francis as he had done before. And it wasn't but a short moment after he had returned when he climbed into my bed. He woke me up like he had done two nights in a row, by simultaneously pushing my head nose first into my pillow and pushing his stiff dick into my bum. He was already jackhammering into my somewhat sore bum when the door burst open and the light was turned on.

There, in the doorway, stood Vanessa and immediately behind her was Mr Abd. He was in his housecoat and slippers and looked about angry enough to kill someone. He turned and left us. I figured he went to his bedroom to go to bed, but I'm not at all sure of that. What I do know, is Vanessa didn't leave. She was angry too, her eyes shot bolts of lightning when she quickly marched across the floor to my bed and yanked a still naked Francis off of my back.

I swear, his dick had never softened inside of me where he had pushed it just before the door had been opened and he stopped in mid-move like a deer caught in the light from the headlights of a car. I'm not sure if he thought Vanessa and Mr Abd would've just shut the door and let him carry on, but his dick certainly was ready for it.

"You filthy piece of trash," She told Francis. "I'll have Søren flog your back and Chico can practise his whipping skills on your cock and balls."

Chico had awakened from the light in the room and sat in his bed trying to wipe the sleep gunk from his eyes. No doubt, he was trying to grasp what had happened while he had dreamt little boy dreams.

"It won't happen tonight, however. Søren and Chico, you two, try to go back to sleep. It's still only two in the morning. I'll let you sleep until 8:00. After you've had breakfast, Francis will be punished. I'm quite sure, it'll be the last you'll ever see of him, so don't worry about him retaliating in any way.

"As for you, slime bag, you'll come with me. I have a room for the likes of you. The bed isn't as soft, and the room isn't as nice as this one, but it's just perfect for you."

Francis wasn't allowed to put on any clothing before he left the room with Vanessa. The lights were turned off and the door shut and I was left alone with Chico.

"What happened?" the small boy asked sleepily.

"Your brother hurt me. He used me like Father did, only he made it worse."

"What did you he do? Kick you in the balls?"

"No, he put his stiffy in my bum."

"Oh. He tried to do that to me too. It hurt too much. It was when we lived with my mum… Now what?"

"I guess we go back to sleep. That's what I'm going to anyway. We can sleep for six more hours."

"Okay. G'night, Søren."

"Good night lil bro."

The next morning Vanessa woke us at just after 08:00. I was still tired, but had been able to fall asleep almost immediately after I had said goodnight to Chico and managed to sleep through the night without waking up. I guess the knowledge of Francis going away helped me sleep.

***

Before Francis was sent to wherever, probably the mines, he had to be punished, however. Vanessa had already mentioned that, and she stuck to her words. I held the long whip in my left hand while I tried to gauge how much it would hurt to be on the whipping end of it. Most of it was flexible, it was only the 25 cm [~10 "] long handle that was solid. The entire length of the whip was longer than I was tall, probably 2 meters [~6.5 feet] in total. Right at the very end of it sat a knot.

I hadn't been told to begin yet, I was still inside our bedroom and had only just found the whip Vanessa had ordered me to get from the chest of drawers. It had taken me some time to find it since it was in the second drawer, not the top one, where the other instruments of horror I had previously seen were located. The small black whip, the riding crop Vanessa had used on my balls exactly once, had been in the top drawer and Chico held it in his hand.

"I don't want to hit Fran, Søren," he said.

"Me neither. But we have to. If we don't, Vanessa would make him whip us. I don't think he cares about us anymore."

He certainly doesn't like me, anyway.

"I told him to stop hurting you and he didn't. He just told me to go fuck myself. What does that mean?"

I knew what fucking was, it was what Francis, Mr Abd and many others before them had done to me, but I couldn't see how it would be possible to fuck oneself.

It would require having a very long dick, that's for sure.

"Don't worry about that now. We need to get outside, they're waiting for us."

***

They were indeed waiting for us, though not actually outside. The garage, where Vanessa had parked the van when I was first taken to Mr Abd's mansion, was where we ended up. Francis had already been prepared for his punishment, two chains came down from the ceiling and were locked onto his wrists. They had been pulled taut, stretching his arms up over his head. Two more chains had been secured to his ankles, so he had to stand with his legs spread. It looked uncomfortable enough to stand like that and we hadn't even started punishing him.

"Søren, you'll stand on the right hand side of Francis. About two paces away, that should do it. Chico, I want you on the other side of Francis in front of him. Close enough for you to be able to hit his penis and balls with the whip. Don't get too close, let Søren take a few swings first, so we can see where he'll hit."

I listened to Vanessa's instructions and went to stand where she had told me. Francis turned his head to look at me, I saw his head move from the corner of my eyes, but I kept myself from looking back at him. I was still afraid of him, even then, when he wasn't able to do anything. Fortunately he was gagged and he didn't try to speak.

The whip I held in my hand was something I had never used before. It was almost like a length of rope, only it was made from leather and it narrowed from the thick end of the handle all the way to the end where the little knot sat. The last 20 cm [~8"] or so was no thicker than twine.

"When I tell you to start, you will flog him once, Søren. Right across his back. Chico, when he has done that, you'll step in and hit Francis' dick with the whip, hard and quickly. Then you will wait for a couple of seconds before you strike him again, Søren. Once you've started, you will not stop until I tell you to. No matter what happens."

"Yes, Vanessa," I mumbled my understanding, at the same time as Chico voiced his.

"Begin."

I hefted in a lungful of air before I swung my arm. My first attempt wasn't very good, the whip didn't hit Francis way up on his back like I had anticipated it would. Instead it barely made contact with his calves. Chico took a step forwards and whacked the shorter and much easier to handle riding crop over his older brother's dick. It hurt Francis a hell of a lot more than my puny attempt with the long whip.

When Chico had stepped back and moved out of the danger zone, I silently counted to three and with a lot more force sent the whip flying again. This time it struck his thighs, just below his naked bum cheeks.

Still not where I intended it to land. Fuck, this whip takes a lot of strength to swing.

The third attempt went much better, but I had to use all of my body to force the whip to move through the air. I held it with both my hands, like it was a baseball bat and I had rotated my upper body along with the movement of my arms. The whip whistled through the air before the end of it cracked against Francis' back, right across his shoulder blades. This time Francis really bucked in his chains, but Chico took no notice and just stepped in and whacked the whip at his older brother's nuts using an underhand swing.

Vanessa was still watching us and I carried on. I wondered for just how long we had to keep doing this, but I dared not ask her. After the fifteenth combination of me flogging and Chico whipping, Vanessa started talking again.

"You've got it now, boys. Keep doing this in the same fashion, but Søren, try to make the whip hit home over a much larger area. I don't want you to cause too many lasting injuries to him, though it doesn't really matter anyway. Just try to work your way down, bit by bit and don't stop until you reach his calves again. Keep the lines somewhat close to each other so you won't reach the end prematurely."

"Yes, Vanessa," I said and wiped the sweat from my brow.

The lines she spoke of were the welts being raised by the whip. The last thirteen of my whippings had hit Francis' shoulders, resulting in a criss-cross pattern of welts. Some small spots were bloodied, something I was mortified to see. Still, I had to press on. Vanessa was still observing, though she didn't look too happy about it all either. She continued to watch for a couple of minutes then left, after telling us not to stop while she was gone.

"I have to take a break soon, my arms feel like they are coming off," I told Chico once Vanessa had left the garage.

"No. Keep going. If you stop, I'll have to stop too. And then Vanessa will punish us for not punishing Francis."

Chico was right, but I still slowed down a little.

Vanessa returned after twenty minutes and though I hadn't reached Francis' calves, she told us to stop. The older boy was no longer standing on his feet, he was only held upright by the chains on his wrists.

"Go take a shower, boys. I'll handle this beast from here."

***

Chico started crying when we stood in the large shower stall. When we had entered our bedroom, Francis' bed had been taken out of it. My bed had been moved to sit in its place. Chico's crying made me cry too. I had never liked Francis much, but I had never thought I'd whip the skin from his back.

Vanessa made me do it. I had no choice. I'm helpless, just a small worthless boy who can't stand up for himself anymore.

All the hardships I had been through, and somehow managed to survive, had been forgotten. I felt no braver than Chico, to be honest, I felt even less brave than him at the time. It was Chico who had told me to keep swinging the long whip at Francis. And it was Chico who now wept in turmoil over losing his brother. I wanted to tell him how everything would be fine, that one day he'd back with his family again.

He'll never see his family again. Like I won't ever see mine. I had the chance to go home but I didn't take it.

There had probably been any number of reasons of why the Gods had placed me in the middle of a war and made me reject my own family, but right at that point in time, standing under a showerhead spilling cold water all over my body, it was hard to fathom what they might be.

At least the cold water soon stopped both Chico and me from crying. Our teeth clattered too much to keep it up for any length of time, still we knew we had to wait for Vanessa to come and tell us to get out of the shower. The vile woman had sounded almost nice when she told us to take a shower, but she wasn't. She was pure evil whose only purpose was to serve Mr Abd. To do the things he couldn't, would not, do to make us his slaves.

He won't even allow us a tiny little bit of fun of our own. Everything has to be about him, his wants and needs!

It was hard to understand where the fairness in that was. So what if Mr Abd was rich and somehow had used some of his money to buy me and Chico. Oh, and his brother too, though he had only really been interested in Chico. He had spent a lot of money to buy the shivering little boy, standing next to me, and his brother, much more than he had spent on me.

And still he just got rid of Francis. Just like a snap of his fingers. What will he do to me when he grows bored from playing with me?

"Søren?"

"Yes, Chico?"

"What will Vanessa do to Fran now?"

"I don't know."

"Is she gonna kill him?"

"Why would she do that?"

"She said he looked good enough to eat when she first saw us."

"I doubt she'd really eat him."

"But, what then?"

"Mr Abd said something about some mines. I think they want him to work there."

"So he won't die," Chico stated.

"No. He won't die."

Not at first, anyway.

"Maybe it's better. At least he won't hurt me and you again."

"I wish you'd never get hurt again, Chico."

"Me too."

I wanted to hug the little guy with his short hair matted to his forehead from the still pouring cold shower. I thought it best not to, I didn't want Vanessa to think anything had happened between us.

She came for us a short while later and told us to get out and dry off.

"You have to help Chico, Søren. You're his only brother now."

I never saw Francis from that day onwards. I don't know if he was sold to the mines or maybe another master. When Chico asked for news about his brother, he was given a 15 points penalty. It taught us both not to speak another word about the older brother when we could be heard by anyone. It meant we could do nothing but speculate amongst ourselves and eventually we stopped doing even that.

***

Vanessa examined my bum hole later in the day, after we had punished Francis, and found a couple of small fissures in it.

"I have to fix that. It'll only hurt for a little while," she told me.

"But it doesn't hurt me now, Vanessa," I tried to object.

"Mr Abd wants his favourite toy back in his bed. You're the only toy he can play with now. Burning the wounds will make you heal faster."

I wasn't about to suggest Mr Abd take Chico into his bed instead of me. The little boy was small, certainly too small for the games Mr Abd enjoyed to play. Still, I didn't want Vanessa to hurt me any more than she had done already. The cold metal thing she had stuck into my rear end, and somehow enlarged to be able to see inside, felt horrible enough already.

"The sooner we're done, the sooner you'll be back in Mr Abd's bed. And the sooner everyone will be happy."

Everyone but me!

With no real options, I had to just let her do what she wanted to my bum. The two handcuffs she had used to chain my wrists to my ankles made sure I couldn't escape and the metal in my bum hole kept it spread wide open for her.

"Lie still now, I'm sure you don't want me to burn any more than I have to. While I don't really care, it'll all heal soon enough, you'd only hurting more until it does."

A short sizzling noise followed by a sharp burning sensation told me when Vanessa used the red-hot cauteriser to burn the two fissures and stop the bleeding. She put a lot of petroleum jelly, mixed with healing agents, into my bum hole while it was still spread out for her. After removing the metal gizmo from my bum, she used a finger to spread more of the slippery stuff into and onto my hole.

"Almost as good as new now, Søren. I'll check tomorrow and I'm quite sure everything will be fine. Then you can join Mr Abd in his bed again. You must be looking forward to that. It is, after all, the only purpose of you being alive and well."

Vanessa wasn't right, it took two more days for my bum hole to heal sufficiently for Mr Abd to have his way with me again.

***

"Søren, finally! I thought Vanessa would never allow me to play with you again. Come, you know what to do, surely you can't have forgotten already?"

If only I had. I know you'll tie me up and stick that thick spear of yours into my bum. After you've tortured me for a long time.

The only thing that was somewhat nice about the situation was I had been liberated from the annoying belt that kept me from touching my dick. When I thought about my dick I had a quick look down my body to watch it while I walked slowly towards Mr Abd's bed.

It sure seems like it's enjoying being free.

My dick was hard in the fleece onesie and without the confinements of the small mesh cup, it was able to stick straight out and push at the fleece, leading the way towards the old man lying on his bed.

"I can tell you've been waiting for this moment to happen too, haven't you?"

"Yes, father," I said fully knowing he wasn't interested in knowing the truth.

If I have to play with anyone, I'd rather it be Chico. But most of all, I just want to go back to sleep.

I had been asleep when Vanessa came for me, though I knew I'd be going to Mr Abd's bedroom. It was 23:00 at night, which meant I had slept for almost two hours before I had been awoken. My dick was awake, but it was really the only part of my body that wasn't sleepy. Still, I climbed onto Mr Abd's bed and got close to him. The mattress felt so nice below me and I would have loved to just close my eyes and go to sleep. I did close my eyes, but Mr Abd wouldn't let me drift off. His roaming fingers made sure of that.

"My randy boy. I still can't believe my luck. You know the old saying: Women are for children and boys are for fun? No? Well, you sure live up to it."

Okay, I did have some fun while Mr Abd touched my body all over with his fingers and mouth. He just wouldn't allow me all of the fun, I knew I could have. And right when I thought it would happen, even if he'd stop touching my stiffy, he just tied me to his bed and made me cry out when he forced his dick into my body.

"Go to bed, Søren. I have to get up early in the morning and I need my sleep," he told me after he had untied me.

Like I'm to blame for keeping you from going to sleep.

Vanessa waited for me right outside the door in the corridor. She immediately put the chastity belt back on me and escorted me to my bedroom. Only then could I go back to sleep.

***

"Did he hurt you bad?" Chico asked me the next morning when we went to the kitchen.

"No, it wasn't so bad," I said and puffed out my chest.

Though I acted like it wasn't a big deal, my butthole sure was aching.

"You're walking funny."

Chico's words made me blush.

"Okay, maybe it hurt a little," I admitted.

With Francis gone, the honours of preparing breakfast fell to me. I had very limited skills in a kitchen but I somehow managed to get the gas-powered burner on the stove turned on. Chico had fortunately watched how his older brother had cooked the oatmeal porridge, we had for breakfast each and every day. With our combined efforts we managed to end up with something edible. It wasn't as good, yet it did away with my hunger.

Because of how we had been forced to punish Francis, both Chico and I tried our best to do the tasks Vanessa handed out to us. I sure didn't want to have my little worm whipped by Chico and I think he thought the same about not wanting me to flog his back. However, no matter how hard we tried to do everything exactly like she wanted, we always ended up with a number of points during the day.

Chico got most of his points during study hall, he just couldn't get what the old man tried to teach us. I'm sure I would've been lost too, if I haven't had the two years of schooling already. The man only taught first year stuff, simple maths and reading. But he wasn't very good at it, and since we didn't have any tools to help us, it was very hard to learn anything from him. I wanted to help Chico, but there was never any time for it.

He kept getting the points wrong at night, prompting Vanessa to declare him a stupid boy and made me punish him harder.

***

As the days passed by, things slowly settled into a routine. We'd wake, eat, work, eat, exercise, study hall or free time, cook and eat dinner, clean our bodies, get punished and go to bed. Then I'd be awakened, go to Mr Abd's bed and finally back to my own bed again. The next day was a repeat of the previous. There were minor changes, like some days we'd get punished before cleaning our bodies, but overall, that was how our schedule was. Kind of repetitive, but we didn't have time to consider it being boring.

It was comforting to know what the next day held in store, though it was hard to satisfy Vanessa. Eventually, she either got more lenient with us or maybe we simply got better at what she wanted us to do and the points she handed out decreased in numbers.

***

I suddenly, and most unexpectedly, found myself being able to tell Vanessa I hadn't been given any points by her, meaning I didn't qualify for being punished by Chico. He wasn't as lucky and I had to spank his little bottom ten times for his two points. After that, the night proceeded as per usual, first our cleansing ritual with the enemas and the cold shower and then going to bed.

Vanessa came for me about as soon as I had managed to fall asleep, or so it felt like, and took me to Mr Abd's bedroom. She undid the chastity belt just outside his door and waited for me to enter and shut the door as she always did. I don't know if she stood out there for the entire time until Mr Abd had finished with me, but she was always there when I'd later reopen the door and exited his bedroom.

Mr Abd waited for me too, lying naked on his bed. I knew what I had to do and walked straight over to his bed and climbed up on it, got into position so he could tie me to his bedposts.

"Come," he said and patted the bed next to him.

It was out of the ordinary, a change to the routine I had found comfort in, though it wasn't a comfortable routine for sure. It made me a little nervous but I couldn't decline his request, no matter how it made me feel. With a thumping heart I slowly made my way further onto his bed and lay down on my back next to him. He immediately pulled me closer to him and I ended up halfway on top of him with my cheek resting on his hairy chest. My left leg touched his large stiffy and I quickly moved it out of the way.

"Relax, boy. Søren, you were a very good son today. You did everything to perfection, and while I knew it was bound to happen some day, I hadn't expected it to happen so soon. It makes me very happy knowing I did right when I bought you. Tonight you weren't punished, but it isn't the only thing that'll happen when you push yourself. I'm going to reward you before I claim what is mine like I do every night."

He began to pet my buttock.

"You'd like that, won't you, Søren?"

"Yes, Father."

He hadn't said what kind of reward he'd give me. But his touches on my bum felt nice.

I hope that isn't all he'll do.

It wasn't. He did so much more. During the next half an hour, he caressed, kissed, fondled and stroked my body all over. He drove me wild with his expert touches, much like he usually did when I was tied up to his bed. Only this time, I wasn't tied up and I could writhe and twist my body in delight while he relentlessly kept teasing me in ways I thought weren't possible. Just when I thought he had finished, he'd carry on.

And just when I thought I couldn't possibly take any more of it, that I'd explode if he didn't stop, he sucked harder on my stiff worm and pushed his finger deeper into my bum. I cried out loud when he finally let me finish and let my worm bounce in his mouth. It was the first orgasm I had experienced in months and it was a powerful one. My mind was spinning and I was still gasping for air, when he gently tugged me into position at the foot end of his bed.

Almost lovingly, he tied me to the bedposts. After that, the routine kicked back in. He wasn't loving when he had his way with me and made me cry out from pain rather than joy. Nor was he loving, when he sent me back to bed, after he had finished.

It was still more than I had ever expected would happen in his bed! Damn, he made me feel good!

***

"But it still hurt?"

"Yes, Chico," I sighed, "It hurts when he puts it in. It's too big not to."

"And that's his reward?"

"No, it was what happened before. Pay attention."

"I don't get it."

"Never mind. He rewarded me for not getting any points. I want it to happen again."

The little boy looked at me like I had lost my mind. But, sooner or later it would happen to him as well.

He'll understand then.

***

I'll never quite understand why Chico one day showed up in the kitchen and whispered he had something to show me.

"Look it!" He said proudly after he had unzipped his onesie all the way down.

He flashed his little dick and balls at me and hurriedly did up the zipper again. He wasn't wearing the chastity belt anymore. The one that had been put on him because he had asked me to suck his little winky. Mine was still in place and it made me envious of Chico.

While I knew I'd never wank again at Mr Abd's house, I missed being able to at least see my worm. To hold it while I peed. To scratch it when it itched, or most importantly, to be able to wipe the sweat off my balls with the onesie. Vanessa joined us in the kitchen before I had a chance of asking the very lucky boy how the heck he managed that.

At bedtime, when I had to punish him, I'm afraid I have to admit I did it most willingly. However, I hadn't gotten any points that day and soon found something else to think about, namely how Mr Abd was going to make me orgasm.

***

"Søren, I want you to teach Chico. Help him with maths. Vanessa tells me he's struggling with it. She thinks he may be lacking in intelligence," Mr Abd told me when I joined him that night.

"Pardon? He may be what, Father?" I asked and hissed when he dug his finger deeper into my butthole without warning.

"Stupid! She is convinced he is stupid."

"Oh. I can help him."

"I know. Instead of study hall, you'll teach him. I took you both out of class already. I don't want to waste my money. That's not how I got rich," he explained.

Before I could ask him how he managed to get rich, he continued talking.

"Do a good job with him and go for seven days without punishments and I will tell Vanessa you no longer need to wear the chastity belt. I'll trust you not to touch yourself."

"Yes… I mean, no Father, I won't ever touch myself again without your permission. And I will help Chico. He's not stupid."

"Then it's a deal."

He didn't shake my hand to seal it, but he did so much else to me. Stuff that felt better than him digging his finger into my bum. Much better.

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The day where Chico ended up having zero points had to come. I had told him how he'd be rewarded if he managed to get by a day without Vanessa giving him any points. While I knew that to be true, I didn't have any clues as to how it would happen. Mr Abd rewarded me in his bedroom at night, a place Chico had only been taken once and hadn't been invited back to after.

Heh, invited. Now, that's an invitation you can't refuse.

Mr Abd rewarded me with one orgasm per day I got by without punishment. But Mr Abd didn't play sexually with Chico like he did with me. He hadn't even touched Chico that one time the little boy had been to his bedroom. He had only told me what to do to him while he watched. And then raped me in the bum when he had gotten very turned on by the sight.

While I knew Mr Abd would reward Chico somehow, unfortunately I also knew he wouldn't reward me. I had accidently dropped a glass on the floor in the kitchen before dinner, but had been punished like I had done it on purpose. And so, there was no orgasm waiting for me that night. Mr Abd would only play with me until I was nearly there and then he'd stop. It was a punishment on its own. Torture even. And then he would fuck me hard. I knew it as he had done so before. Many times.

But, I had gotten used to being used like I was just some toy.

***

When Vanessa came for me that night after Chico had punished me, but hadn't been punished in return, she woke the both of us. Chico was tired, yet excited too. I think he had been a bit envious of me, though he knew Mr Abd hurt me. He just felt left out. He didn't like when I said he was simply too young and too small for it, but it was the truth.

Well, he isn't too small to be rewarded, I guess.

"Søren, I want you to undress Chico while I film you. You're not to look directly at the camera at any time. That goes for both of you. When you've gotten him undressed, I want you to use your imagination. Think of what I would do to you when I'm rewarding you and do that to Chico. Make it last for some time, half an hour or so, then Chico will go back to bed."

"Yes, Father," I said and waited for him to get the small camera ready.

When I saw the red light on front of it lit up, I quickly undressed Chico, took his hand and guided him up onto the large bed.

"Close your eyes, Chico," I told him quietly.

When he did, I kissed him on his face, started on his forehead and worked my way down. It was only small pecks, but plenty of them. I kissed his eyebrows, then both lids, first one then the other. I kissed my way down his small upturned nose and proceeded on to his mouth. A small peck on both corners of his mouth and then a longer one right on the center of his mouth. His breathing through his nose warmed my upper lip and I could feel it increase in rate.

I tilted my head a little, so the camera and Mr Abd was able to see what I did, and stuck out my tongue. I licked his lips, gently at first, then pushed it harder against them. I wedged it in past his lips and was happy to feel Chico respond by opening his mouth just a little. His teeth were sharp, but I slowly pushed my tongue beyond them and into his mouth. When I withdrew it, Chico's tongue followed in close pursuit.

We duelled for a bit, touched the tips of our tongues against each other and licked all around them. It felt so right, and so hot, playing with Chico like that. I knew my worm was hard, I could feel how it stood up against the zipper in my onesie and wanted to join the fun, but it had to wait. This was Chico's reward, not mine, and I wanted it to be a very good one. He had waited longer than I had and it was his first ever reward.

We kissed uninterruptedly for about five minutes, I didn't stop even when I could tell Mr Abd turned on the flash on the camera. I only hoped he would let me watch the movie later.

It has to look pretty amazing.

When I broke off the kiss, I licked my way down his chin and down his neck, which prompted him to giggle sweetly until I reached his chest. I followed the sternum all the way down to his belly where I licked at his bellybutton. His lean belly bounced up and down when he giggled again. Not wanting to torture him by tickling, I licked further down, across the bump where hairs would one day sprout, if allowed by Mr Abd. It wouldn't be for a number of years, certainly he didn't have any that night.

His winky, as he called his little dick, was as stiff as it could be when my chin bumped into it and he gasped when I sucked it into my mouth. I made sure his little hood was unrolled while my lips went all the way down to his hairless pubic bone and my tongue pushed his dick head up against the roof of my mouth. It tasted clean, though I was so lost with emotions I doubt I would have cared if it had been dirty. The cute gasps from the little boy told me he enjoyed what I did to him. A lot!

I couldn't have him go off so soon, Mr Abd had told me to make it last for 30 minutes so I reluctantly moved my mouth back off his stiffy. I sat up a little, spread his legs and dived in to lap at the sensitive skin between thigh and balls. I washed his balls with my tongue while I pondered what to do after that. Mr Abd had made me lick Chico's bum hole before, and it hadn't been a bad experience to me. I quite enjoyed it when Mr Abd licked me there, and so I began tugging under Chico's knees to make him bend his legs.

He relaxed his legs rather than help me, but he was only small so it didn't take much effort to fold him up into a ball. I pushed him right up so he lay more on his shoulders than his back, his bum right up in the air and his hole within easy reach. I kissed him there at first, then pulled my mouth a little back and licked him while Mr Abd moved the camera right up next to us.

"Push your tongue into him," I heard Mr Abd tell me.

That was a bit more than I would've done if I had been in charge of the show, but I did as he said. It was his movie and it was Chico's reward. I was just a tool to be used to make it happen. Well, I couldn't push my tongue into Chico's hole as the little boy kept it tightly shut. But, if I couldn't get my tongue inside, I could use my finger instead. I left a pool of spittle on his puckered hole and slowly started working my finger in.

"Easy, Søren," Mr Abd warned me.

"I know, Father. I don't want to hurt him," I whispered.

I made sure to do it gently and kept drippling spit onto the hole when needed. It was a wild sensation when my finger pushed ever further into the boy who grunted a little every now and then. He never said anything to stop me and even held onto his legs just under his knees. With the fingers on my other hand, I sought out his balls and dick and massaged them while I pushed ever so slowly in and out of his super-tight little hole.

"Wicked," I muttered to myself, awestruck, when I managed to get my index finger all the way into Chico's bum without him ever complaining about it.

"It is," Mr Abd agreed with me.

At that short moment in time, Mr Abd and I weren't owner and slave, we were two soulmates very much into pushing fingers into little boys. As for Chico, well he sure enjoyed what I did to his winky, I'm not sure what he thought of my finger digging deep into his little bum.

***

It wasn't for another couple of days until Chico once again managed to avoid being punished. This time, I was so fortunate to have accomplished the same. It was a Saturday, I think, since Mr Abd had been home all day long, and us boys never went to bed but straight to his bedroom after our cleansing ritual was over.

He had us both on his bed, lying naked on either side of him.

"Boys, I bought two slaves and for the same reason. In time, I want to fuck you both. I'm too well-endowed to fuck you now, Chico. That won't happen for another two years, maybe even three, since you're so small," he explained.

"I've not done this before with any of my previous slaves, ever. But, here's what will happen tonight, Søren, for your reward today, you will fuck Chico. You will do it gently, since he has been a very good boy too."

"Yes, Father. Thank you," I said feeling quite overwhelmed.

"While Søren fucks you, I will make you feel very nice Chico. That's your reward," Mr Abd told the small boy I was about to fuck.

"Yes, Father."

Chico didn't sound as thankful as I was, but of course, he was going to be fucked for the first time.

At least my worm isn't as large as the first dick that went into my bum. I wasn't much older than Chico at the time either. I'll do it much gentler too. And he's not the one getting fucked by Father tonight. I am. He won't be as gentle. I'm sure of that.

I couldn't do anything to prevent being fucked by Mr Abd. It was part of my life, a part that wasn't pleasant, but one I could live with. Heck, I had no say in the matter. Just as I didn't have any say in whether I was going to fuck Chico or not. Mr Abd had dictated it, and I have to admit I was fully ready for it too. My worm was stiff, it had been ever since I had undressed before getting onto Mr Abd's bed. It had only gotten stiffer when I heard what he wanted me to do.

Mr Abd moved to the center of his bed, put a pillow under his head and made Chico get on top of him. It didn't take long for the little boy to get into position with his knees on either side of Mr Abd's head and his stiffy in the man's mouth. Chico fiddled with the large erection in front of him, but didn't do much other than that. I had been told to suck on Chico's bum hole to make it wet and gently work my finger into it.

I wasn't so worried about doing it this time, putting my mouth on it, I mean. It hadn't been bad the last time and I knew my stiffy would soon go where my tongue was trying to get in. I slapped his bum once, just a light tap when he didn't relax his hole, and it finally made him cooperate with me. He bore down and it opened his hole, just a bit, enough for the tip of my tongue to dart into.

Meanwhile, Mr Abd was busy sucking Chico's little boy boner, I couldn't see it, but I could hear the sounds from below and the moans in front of me. Chico sounded happy as he writhed on top of Mr Abd. I sat back and began to work my finger into Chico's bum hole. It went in easier than it had the other night, both of us had learned what was required to make it happen.

When Mr Abd saw my finger going in and out effortlessly, he reached back and tugged on my knee. I looked at him, and he made a gesture telling me to get closer to him. It was a bit tricky, but I managed to sit on my knees right behind Chico's bum and get low enough for Mr Abd to momentarily switch from Chico's boner to my stiffy. He didn't spend much time sucking on it before he spat it back out, glistening from his spittle covering it.

"Push it into him now, carefully. When it's all the way in, pull your hips back a little. Just enough to move your dick out a bit, but not so far you'll pull it all the way out. Pace yourself and enjoy for as long as you can. This may not happen again any time soon," he told me before he went back to sucking on Chico's dick.

It had been nice being sucked by Mr Abd, but there's nothing that'll beat pushing into a narrow pulsating warm bum. This time I was in control. I could move as quickly as I wanted to, well, I had to do it slowly at first until Chico would adjust to being fucked. But then, I'd reap my reward, when and how I wanted to.

Chico didn't complain to being stuffed full by my stiffy, though I'm sure he could feel it going in. It wasn't a big stiffy, neither in length nor in girth, just the proper size for a small boy like him to be fucked by. I couldn't move it as far in and out like Mr Abd could when he fucked me, but it didn't matter. I was fucking the little boy in his bum, properly fucking it. I was building up speed, my strokes quite erratically at first, until I worked out just how far I could move my hips back before pushing forwards again.

It felt absolutely wonderful being able to hold onto the narrow hips of Chico and drive my stiffy back and forth in his bum. The feelings generated by my dick inside the hot little boy was nice indeed but being able to pick up speed or slow down, even pause, at will, was even better. I felt powerful, being able to fuck the little boy like I wanted to, and I felt free.

It was a boisterous feeling. One I wished would go on for a lot longer, but I wasn't as experienced as Mr Abd, not when it came to fucking someone and I only managed to make it last for about ten minutes. I let myself fall to the side when the last pulsation of my dick and the last contraction of my scrotum had died down. I was feeling very relaxed, and extremely weary, as I lay there, gasping for air.

I wanted to just close my eyes and go to sleep, but Mr Abd was still sucking on Chico's stiffy and the sounds the little boy emitted told me he enjoyed it a lot. Chico wasn't relaxed, far from, while he built up to his own orgasm. Mr Abd let him fuck his mouth, quite fiercely too. Something he had never allowed me to do.

I don't care. I'm not jealous, I just finished fucking his arse and I fucking fucked him well! Fuck his mouth all you want, Chico. Go for it!

Mr Abd only allowed Chico just enough time to recoup before he sent him off to bed. I knew what was in store for me and I passively let Mr Abd tie me to the bedposts. He didn't want me to do much, other than be a warm receptacle for his cock while he fucked me hard. I moaned for him, like I always did, I couldn't help but gasp and whine when he stabbed deep into my bum. He outlasted me and fucked me for about twenty-five minutes before he sent me off with a bum full of his sperm.

Still, it was one of the more memorable evenings I had spent in Mr Abd's bedroom.

***

"See, I told you it wouldn't be so bad," I boasted to Chico when we did our morning business.

"It was kinda fun."

"It felt good, didn't it? When he let you fuck his mouth."

"Uh-huh."

"Worth doing all the work to avoid punishments, right?"

"Uh, I dunno. I worked my butt off."

"Well, it was still there in the evening. I'm glad it was."

"You pumped it a lot! And hard."

"You sure didn't seem to mind it."

"No, I didn't say I did. It was just… wild!"

"Father was wilder after you left. My bum hole still hurts a bit."

"His winky is much bigger. When you get a big winky, you'll hurt me too."

"Maybe. It'll be years from now and you'll be used to being pumped by then."

***

The days went by, as did the weeks and there was very little variation to the routine. I won't say it ever became boring, since we nearly all of the time while we were awake were kept busy. Vanessa showed up one night with the pills and though I really didn't want to swallow them, I knew I had to. They made me just as sick as the first time and Mr Abd made my body hurt just as much. He didn't invite me to see the second video I'm sure he recorded of him molesting my unconscious body and I was happy for it.

It was better not to know exactly what he had done to make my throat so sore I nearly couldn't speak for two days. I was still alive, like he had promised. I wasn't too thankful for that fact during the first couple days after I woke up from taking the pills. The pain I was unable to prevent him from inflicting to my body made me somewhat angry, but the anger left my body when he again allowed me to fuck Chico. I didn't forgive him, but I just couldn't do anything to stop him from doing it.

***

"From today and the next fortnight we will not eat from sunup to sundown. We will not drink either, only work," Vanessa told me and Chico one morning.

"Yes, Vanessa. But why?"

"It's tradition. It's believed to protect you from evil and purify your body and soul."

Protect me from evil? Like from Mr Abd and you and the gardener?

I dared not speak my mind, but I still thought it silly. Thankfully the two weeks we weren't allowed to eat or drink in daylight was during the winter. While it never got freezing cold, the sun set a lot earlier than during the summer time and would only start appearing at around 8:00 in the mornings. It meant the day was shorter than the night. Only just so, but still shorter.

"You'll have some more to eat for breakfast and for dinner right after sunset. Also, you will have to drink 1.5 litres [~3 quarts] of water before sunrise. There will be no drinking until after sunset and you need to stay hydrated."

Even though I drank so much water I felt like bursting, I could still feel the nasty effects of being dehydrated more than two hours before the sun would disappear from the sky. Chico was in a much worse state than I was, probably because he had never experienced going without water for as long as I had. My tongue still stuck to the roof of my mouth and the little pee, I managed to squeeze out at our last bathroom break in the afternoon, was very dark and smelled nasty.

I was hungry too, but that was easier to ignore than the drowsiness of going without water for twelve long hours. Fortunately Mr Abd wasn't up for any nightly activities during the two weeks, he never summoned me anyway.

***

By the 10th day we were told to begin decorating the house.

"There will be a party all night long on the final day of the Fast to celebrate the end of it. You will be serving drinks and food to the guests, important friends of Mr Abd," Vanessa told us.

"A party," Chico said, while we were hanging festoons and long chains of coloured lights in the dining hall.

"That's what she said. I'll bet you, it won't be fun for us. Only lots of hard work and all night long too."

"Nah, you always win the bets. I just hope we can sleep during the day before the party starts."

"Not gonna happen. Who'll prepare the food the guests will eat then?"

Chico groaned from that. I wasn't looking forward to the party either. I had gotten used to the relative peace and quiet routines in the mansion. The big, tall wall around it kept outsiders out, and we had never once left the grounds after Vanessa had picked us up from our sellers. The only gate was far from the mansion and strictly off-limits for Chico and me. Whenever groceries were delivered, we were inside, until the delivery van left the premises again. So we only ever saw Mr Abd, Vanessa, the gardener and his two helpers.

Well, in three days that'll change. The place will be crawling with people.

***

At the day of the party, we began cooking just as soon as we had finished eating breakfast. The lower level of the mansion had been decorated with festive stuff, at least the rooms where guests were expected to roam freely. The small wing containing our bedroom, bathroom and the room across the hall where I had been fitted with the darned chastity belt, would be blocked. The two large doors at the end of the short corridor were going to be shut and locked.

The private wing of Mr Abd's was also blocked off. The staircase up to his office and the upper level of the mansion was the only accessible part of that wing. There were guest rooms up there, about the size of our bedroom, all ready for those guests who had been invited to stay after the party. Chico and I had aired out the rooms, removed the dust covers from the furniture and made sure fresh bedding had been put on all the beds.

In short, everything was ready for the sixteen guests who had been invited for the party. Everything, but the food. Based on the amount of food we were tasked to prepare, they had to be very fat people. Three different starters, a lot of small main courses and finger food for after the dinner had to be prepared. Even Vanessa helped out in the kitchen, it was simply too much for two boys to do.

Mr Abd checked in on us all of the time and kept coming up with things we had somehow missed in the various rooms. When I say we, it was really Mr Abd and Vanessa who had forgotten to tell us, but of course all blame was placed on me and Chico.

"I'll spank you personally if this party isn't successful," Mr Abd told us while we were working in the kitchen.

Finally Vanessa had enough and told him to go change for the party. Anything to get him out of her and our hair.

"I mean it!" He threatened before he left us.

Somehow we managed to get everything done about half an hour before the first guests were expected to arrive and Vanessa sent us off to shower and get into the special outfits used only for this party. I helped Chico wash, so we could get done in time and helped him into the long white trousers. They were simple, had very wide legs and an elastic waistband that ended up sitting higher than his belly button. A white long-sleeved button-down shirt with plenty of room inside and a white hat made up the rest of our outfits.

Damn we look silly.

The hat was basically a six or seven cm [~2.5"] wide band that went around our head with a flat top on it. It was however what we were told to wear and I didn't dare leave the hat behind in our bedroom. When we got into the main corridor of the mansion, I watched as the doors to our little refuge were shut by Vanessa, then locked.

Well, there'll be no going to bed until those doors are unlocked. She locked the patio doors too.

***

"Søren, take this tray out to the garden terrace. Make sure you give everyone out there a chance to take something from it. And be polite!"

"Yes, Vanessa."

"Oh, if it's emptied before you make it all the way around, return here at once so I can refill it."

"Yes, Vanessa," I repeated and picked up the tray.

When she looked away I rolled my eyes at her. I was tired of being bossed around so late at night.

Anyone with half a brain would be fast asleep at this hour.

Nobody had poked fun at me for wearing the stupid hat, which had been a welcomed surprise. An old heavyset woman had however embarrassed me a lot by grabbing both of my cheeks.

"Oh, aren't you just the cutest young man! With your blue eyes and your dirty-blonde hair and such smooth and fair skin," she said in a high-pitched and very loud voice while she held on to me.

I couldn't do anything but stammer a quiet "Thank you," and wait until she finally let me go, I had been carrying a large and quite heavy silver plate with canapes. The only consolation was when I saw her do the same thing to Chico. I was too far from them to hear what she said to him, but whatever it was, it made his face crimson from the neck up when he blushed.

I had almost finished my round when I heard Mr Abd's outburst.

"Aha, Major Huda! I thought you'd never make it here."

I turned around and there, not twenty metres [~65 feet] from me stood a man wearing a dress uniform from the Liberal Army of Vengeance.

With all the stuff dangling from his shoulders and the way oversized epaulettes he can't be from the coalition, that's for darn sure!

***

I had allowed myself to almost forget about my main mission, had gotten caught up in daily missions of getting rewarded with an orgasm. I hadn't been practising the logon procedure for getting to the only point of contact with D, who had only been too happy to sell me off to the highest bidder.

I knew what I had, at least for the time being, a somewhat good life. Sure, it had its downsides, but compared to what I had been through earlier, it was a fairly decent life. I was well-fed and about as fit as I had ever been, I had a great friend in Chico, whom I occasionally got to fuck. Mr Abd had some strange ideas of what he could do to me, but since he mostly did it when I was passed out from drugs, it really wasn't so bad.

Can I give all up all of that for a life I have absolutely no idea of what will be like? And what will happen to Chico if I should suddenly leave him? It would be like he lost another big brother. And I'd lose him!

It would be easy to just turn around and walk back to the kitchen to have Vanessa refill the tray I was carrying. It was almost 04:00 and some of the guests had already either left or retreated to the rooms on the upper floor of the mansion. The party wouldn't go on for much longer and I'd be able to get rid of the silly hat and go to sleep.

On the other hand, I had a mission. It had never sounded like one I'd ever be able to pull off. And the two men who had sent me off on it had lied to me. They never said anything about the other boy they had so carelessly sent out into the great unknown. It was dangerous, but I had agreed to it. I felt my mind spinning, the fatigue from the long day in the kitchen without anything to eat and drink, as well as the stress from serving at the party had taken its toll on me.

You must continue your mission!

You have to stay with Chico! If you leave him, Mr Abd will start using him like he used you.

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I made up my mind and turned around to walk back to the kitchen as fast as my tired legs would carry me. I'd somehow find a way to stay far away from that major until he'd leave the mansion. Then, things would return to normal. That was my hope and intent anyway.

When I spun around, by pivoting on my left foot, my ankle gave way under me. Though I tried to regain my balance it was much too late for that and I fell hard onto the tiled floor of the garden terrace. I dropped the platter I had been carrying and the few canapes that had been left on it spilled onto the floor. I ignored how badly my foot hurt and quickly got the canapes back onto the silver platter and tried to stand up.

"Ooow" I gasped when I tried to put weight on my left foot. It felt nearly as bad as it had when I had been trapped underneath the crumbled house when I was eight. Still, I couldn't just lay there in the middle of the terrace with drunken guests staring at me.

"One of your boys is hurt, Abdie," I heard someone say.

Abdie? That must be a nickname.

The heavyset lady from earlier, by this time much more drunk, managed to kneel next to me.

"Are you okay, sweetie?"

"No, Madam. My foot, it hurts. Bad. Sorry."

"Oh, there's nothing to feel sorry for," she soothed me, then carried on much more loudly, "Aren't there any menfolk at this party? The boy has fallen and he can't get up."

"Mind you, I may need some assistance too," she whispered and winked at me.

"What's wrong with him?"

I looked up to see who the unfamiliar voice belonged to. It was the Major. The very person I had been trying to get away from.

"He hurt his foot. If it isn't too much trouble, Mr General, Sir, would you be as kind as to help me back on my feet before you tend to the boy?"

He hefted her back up, though he had to help her to sit on a chair, she was quite unsteady on her feet. It would've been terribly funny, had I not been hurting and in quite a lot of trouble. I could tell Mr Abd was not pleased with the situation.

Not pleased at all. He looks like a thunderstorm.

Mr Abd was however quite drunk too and not in any state able to help me. Vanessa and the Major were the only two adults left at the party who were sober and Vanessa was inside in the kitchen.

"Right, lad. Let's get you to your bed. It's much too late for you to be up anyway," Major Huda said and picked me up.

He was a large man, both in height and girth, he certainly wasn't a soldier used to being in the field. I had learned that much just by looking at him when I had first seen him. He was strong though, strong enough to pick me up and easily carry me into the dining hall of the mansion.

"Sir, my bedroom is locked up," I told him in a small voice when I gathered he was really going to take me to my bed.

"Let's see what we can do about that, shall we?"

He changed direction and headed for the kitchen. It was clearly not his first time in Mr Abd's mansion.

"You! Woman, unlock the doors to the children's wing. This one is off to bed."

"Major Huda! You know I don't appreciate when you talk to me like that," Vanessa said heatedly.

"And you know I couldn't care less what a woman appreciates and whatnot. Open the bloody doors or I'll kick them in. Get to it."

She actually did what he told her to. Even Mr Abd hadn't spoken like that to Vanessa, not when I had been near enough to hear them. And he was her boss. Major Huda treated her like her status was even lower than mine.

And I'm a slave, the lowest of all!

Major Huda didn't treat me like a slave when he carefully lowered me onto my bed.

"Bring me some gauze, ice, painkillers and water," he ordered Vanessa who hurried out of the bedroom.

I fully enjoyed watching her being bossed around like she had done to me. I had nearly forgotten about my foot, when Major Huda lifted my leg up to have a closer look at it. It really didn't hurt much at the time, but I was tired and probably quite whiny when he checked to see if it was okay. He held my leg just above the ankle and used his other hand to gently rotate my foot.

"Well, it doesn't look too badly hurt. I'll fixate it and with a bit of ice on it, you'll be back on your feet when you wake up," Major Huda informed me and carefully let my leg and foot back down on the mattress.

He went to the door and bellowed into the hallway, "What's taking you so long, woman? The boy is in pain!"

I could hear Vanessa's steps when she practically ran to my bedroom and put a tray on the bed next to me. Major Huda sent her away.

"Here, take these pills and drink all of the water."

"They're for the pain," he added when he could see how reluctant I was to swallow the pills.

They were smaller than the other pills Vanessa made me swallow, whenever Mr Abd wanted me fully passed out for his strange games in bed. I took the pills and greedily drank all of the water in the large plastic mug in one continuous drink. When Major Huda saw I had finished drinking he took the mug from me.

"That's a good boy."

He put the mug on the tray, picked up the roll of gauze and quite skilfully wrapped my foot and ankle up in it. Before tying it off, he took the pack of ice and placed it where I told him it hurt the most, right on the side of it. He used the rest of the gauze to fix it in place.

"Now, try to get some sleep. Your foot will be fine and the painkillers should start working any minute."

"Thank you, Major."

"Trust it to a boy to get a man's rank right, not elderly drunk women," he praised me and stroked my cheek.

And then he left after setting the tray down on the floor by the door.

He was nice. Much nicer than I thought he would be. Maybe it wouldn't have been too bad, if I had tried to continue my mission with him.

My foot throbbed a bit under the gauze, something that irritated me more than what little pain I could feel when the painkillers started working. I was almost asleep when Chico came and climbed into his bed. I think I fell asleep before he did that night, or early morning as it was. I can't remember hearing his gentle snoring, that's for sure.

***

Vanessa woke us at 13:00, and immediately ordered us to take off the silly outfits and to take a shower before we were to report in the kitchen. My foot felt well enough for me to get rid of both gauze and the no longer cold icepack before I went into the bathroom where Chico already sat on one of the toilets. I had an unusual sensation in my stomach, one I had to ponder for a bit, until it finally struck me.

I have to take a serious dump!

It felt so strange to sit on the loo and having to push hard to empty my bowels. I haven't had to do that in months, because of the deep cleansing enemas we administered on ourselves every night before bedtime. But we hadn't gone to bed at our normal bedtime, and hadn't had a bowel movement since the last time we had an enema almost two days earlier. Chico sat next to me and grunted more than I did before I heard the first plop from his toilet. He panted for a few seconds, then bore down again.

"Ooooooof", he moaned and I heard a loud splash from underneath him.

"It's weird having to strain so hard, in'it?" I asked.

"Uh-huh. But I think I'm done now," he said and pushed down one final time to make sure.

"Not quite," I said when I heard a smaller splash.

"I am now," he said after he strained a couple of more times, "How do I wipe?" He whined.

"What do you mean? With the tissue, of cou… Oh. There isn't any. Just wash it off when we shower."

I could tell he wasn't at all interested in washing his poop off. The look on his face clearly told me he thought the idea to be repulsive at best. I hefted out a heavy sigh.

"Fine. I'll wash your little stinky, poopy bottom for you."

Vanessa had on several occasions told me I had to help my little brother, but I hadn't expected something like that being on the list. I could've made him do it himself, I guess, but he was tired and in a real whiny mood. There was no need for me to add to his misery, I was sure Vanessa was more than able to do that all by herself.

It was kind of fun, making sure he was clean back there, for both of us. Once I had gotten past the initial phase of thinking it was extremely disgusting, I found there actually wasn't much poop to be seen.

At least not on the outside.

Since I was already messing about with his bum, I decided to go for broke and make sure his narrow tunnel was clean too. So I somewhat slowly dug my middle finger into his bum hole, pulled it out and washed off what was on it, before I pushed it back into him. I kept doing that until my finger came back out clean. With a final rinse of his crack I deemed him all done.

"Get started wiping down your body. I still need to clean my bum."

"I wanna see."

"No you don't. Go on, we've not much time."

I wasn't about to let Chico see my messy bottom, it was more than embarrassing enough for me to have to wash the poop off. I hated getting messy and poop was about the messiest thing I knew. I still felt dirty deep in my core when I left the shower stall and couldn't wait until bedtime where I'd give myself the usual enema. It cleaned me out so much better than any bowel movement and wiping or washing could ever do.

Vanessa didn't allow me time to think of what my bum still had to look like on the inside, she immediately told me to prepare the oatmeal porridge for me and Chico and almost didn't leave us enough time to eat it. I burnt my tongue, but just had to keep shovelling the too hot oatmeal into my mouth to meet the deadline.

She's majorly pissed off today.

I never saw any of the guests while Chico and I got started on cleaning up after the party. I think most of them were still sleeping, though I've no idea of how long they kept the party going after I had been put to bed by the surprisingly nice Major.

Maybe I should just go for it. If I became Major Huda's slave, I could continue my mission. I'd go far away from Vanessa and her endless nagging.

I felt a tug on the string of lights I had just released from the hook high up on the wall. There, standing on the floor at the other end of it, was Chico. He was the real reason of why I had already decided I couldn't just pick up and leave. Or rather, be taken away from the mansion probably either in the boot of a car or in the back of a van. I'd be all by myself again, if I left. Major Huda didn't seem like the type of man who had slaves.

"Don't pull so hard, Chico. You'll just… Chico! Damn it."

The small boy had tugged the string of lights out of my hand and it was only by sheer luck I managed to grab hold of it again before it would've fallen to the floor more than three metres [~10 feet] below me. I nearly toppled off the ladder and with my heart thumping in my chest I quickly started descending the steps.

"Who swore in here?" Vanessa demanded to be told, even before I could get off the ladder.

"I did, Vanessa," I said.

"I thought it was your voice. Two points. Hurry up, boys, all of this needs to be put away in the basement before we start dinner. We're eating early so the guests can make it home to sleep in their own beds tonight."

She went back to the kitchen. Chico quietly apologized for getting me into trouble, but we didn't have time for much of that. There were still a lot of decorations to be taken down, but at least he didn't try to yank stuff from my hands again. He waited until I was ready, like he should have had done from the very start.

***

I had hoped to see the Major again so I could thank him for his help, but he must've left while I was sleeping as he didn't join the other guests who had spent the night. They sat at the table in the dining room with Mr Abd, where Chico and I had put trays with reheated leftovers from the party so they could help themselves. We ate in the kitchen with Vanessa, also leftovers, but much less interesting ones.

The guests had all left by the time we were getting ready for bed and it was time for my punishment. I had only gotten the two points for swearing but Chico whipped my bare bum with the riding crop so it ended up feeling like I had gotten a heck of a lot more points. He had me crying by the second lash, though I tried not to, and it only made me wonder if I had done the right thing by forfeiting my mission.

Oh well, there'll be another party next year. I can still carry on by then. Or maybe another officer will pay Mr Abd a visit and I can try my luck with him… But, Ten hard whacks in the bum for saying "damn?" That's a hefty punishment! And Mr Abd won't make me orgasm tonight. OW! Why do you have to hit me so DAMNED hard, Chico?

As per Vanessa's instructions, Chico made sure to space out the ten lashes, so I was able to really feel each and every one of them. I was a blubbering mess when I afterwards had to thank him for disciplining me.

"Good, put on your jammies, you're going to Mr Abd's bedroom straight away."

Chico hadn't received any points and I knew he'd be rewarded for it. It made my missed reward feel even worse knowing he would soon be squirming from sensations wasted on such a small boy. It had been his fault I wasn't going to feel the same and all he had done afterwards was to mumble he was sorry.

Like that makes it all okay. I gave up my mission for you and that's how you thank me? By whacking my butt as hard as you can with a whip? Sheesh!

***

Unknowingly, Mr Abd made it worse by telling me to reward Chico while I was tied up. Mr Abd was tired and he wanted to go to sleep early, he said. Chico scooted into place, with his legs spread out and me kneeling in between them.

"Go ahead and get started, Søren. Don't wait for me," I heard from behind me.

Mr Abd was still tying me to the bedposts when I sucked in Chico's flaccid little worm. It got stiff and increased in size, just seconds before Mr Abd dabbed some lubrication on my bum hole. He pushed his finger into me while I sucked harder on Chico's stiffy. Just when Chico began meowing from the sensations of my tongue and mouth on his small dick, Mr Abd pushed his much larger one into my butt.

"Keep sucking, boy. Don't stop!"

I had to desperately try to ignore the sharp pain from the abrupt entry while I concentrated on bringing pleasure to Chico. I knew the pain would decrease as soon as my hole had relaxed enough, but until then it was pure hell. I had to work hard not to bite down from the pain, I couldn't hurt Chico, no matter how much I wanted to do just that. I wanted him to hurt just as much as I did, but he belonged to Mr Abd and I didn't want to find out what would happen if I ever hurt him without permission.

I groaned around the little stiffy in my mouth, when Mr Abd pushed all the way inside of me. Mr Abd doing that wasn't anything new, I just couldn't respond by crying out like I usually would. The little boy's stuff in my mouth was as effective as any gag would have been. So I groaned in pain while Chico whimpered with joy and Mr Abd grunted from the effort he had to use to get his dick crammed all the way in.

I'm not sure if I managed to get Chico off with only my mouth, but Mr Abd didn't ask and kicked us out of his bedroom shortly after he had spurted into my bum. We went with Vanessa back to our bedroom and got in bed, both of us feeling exhausted from the recent events. The Fast and the party that ended it had been seriously hard to get through, but that was now behind us.

***

If only Major Huda was here now.

It was about a month after the party and Vanessa had just handed me the three pills I hated from the bottom of my heart. I knew I'd get sick, and I knew Mr Abd would do sick things to me while I was passed out, from them. Both Chico and I had been punished just prior to her handing me the pills and I was starting to see a pattern.

He only does it when neither of us is to be rewarded. It doesn't happen every time we've both been bad, but it only happens when we have.

I swallowed the pills one by one, all the while desperately hoping I'd throw them back up before they'd start to work. My stomach was empty, again I hadn't been allowed to eat at the dinner table. I tried to convince myself to stick a finger into my throat and let it stay there until I retched but I just couldn't do it. I absolutely hated retching and causing myself to do so was completely out of the picture.

Come tomorrow and I will be puking my guts up multiple times, it's no big deal to puke only once tonight compared to that.

That was true, and still I just couldn't get myself to do it.

***

"What does Father do to you when he comes for you himself?" Chico wanted to know.

I was finally well enough to speak properly again and we were in the bathroom, the only place in the house I was certain there were no hidden microphones. We were lying naked while our bums slowly filled with water.

"I told you. I dunno!"

"It must be something bad."

"Uh-h…" I almost slipped, and quickly asked "Why do you think so?"

"You cry when you're sleeping. After you puke."

"I just hate puking," I said the first thing I could think of without telling him the truth.

"You must really hate it a lot then."

"I do."

I do hate puking and I hate what he does to me when I'm passed out. It's only about once per month but I fucking hate it.

"Spit out the pills?"

"I can't do that. She checks my mouth after."

"Hide them in your hand then."

Why didn't I think of that? But then I'd be awake when he sticks his dick all the way into my throat. I can't feign being asleep if he does that.

"There's one thing we can do. It won't be easy, but it's the only way to stop Vanessa from giving me the pills," I said instead.

"What?"

"If any of us get a point, then the other can't get any at all. Not even just one."

"Deal!"

He pecked me on my lips, just like we always did when we agreed to something. We had started doing that, after I had kissed Chico that first time when Mr Abd told me to reward him.

"We can let the water back out now," I said when the buzzer went off.

Once we had proven to Vanessa we could figure out how to clean our bums on our own, and that we would do it, without her having to watch over us, she had put a timer on the bathroom countertop. It was pre-set to twenty minutes and all one of us had to do to start it was to push a button. Of course, we had to wait for the bags to completely empty into both of us before we could start it. It usually took just about twenty minutes from we opened the valve until there was no more water flowing into us.

"Do you want me to kiss you again tonight?" I asked Chico when we let the water back out.

"Mmm, yeah."

"On your nose?"

"Uh-huh."

"Your cheeks?"

"Them too."

"Okay. On your mouth?"

"Yeah. And everywhere else."

"Everywhere? Even your smelly bum?"

I scrunched my nose up in playful disgust.

"Mostly on my smelly bum!"

"Yuck!… Ow, you can't hit me when you're not punishing me."

"Are you going to tell on me to Vanessa?"

"No. But I will flick your tiny balls if you keep hitting me like that."

"Nooo."

"Then stop hitting me. It sorta hurts."

"Then you gotta kiss my bum real good tonight."

"Okay. I will, if Father lets me."

I hoped he would, Chico and I had both been good boys that day. Meaning we hadn't done anything that warranted any points, which meant we had busted our arses off for the entire day. Like we tried to, each and every day. We were going to try even harder, now that we had agreed to prevent Vanessa from giving me more of the drugs.

It wasn't like Mr Abd would just let us do whatever we wanted when we had been good boys. He always filmed us and usually he told me what to do to Chico beforehand. I don't know what he did with the movie clips afterwards, but I sure hope he kept them to himself. I'd be most embarrassed if someone I know was to see the stuff I did with the small boy on Mr Abd's bed. Especially the stuff I did to Chico when I was told to do whatever I wanted and just make sure he'd climax within the time limit.

When Mr Abd told me to improvise, things got pretty wild. But I always made sure Chico squealed from joy just when time was running out.

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