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A Boy in Trouble

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A Boy in Trouble

Part 6

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6a

I had a look around, while I slowly turned in a full circle. I couldn't see Chico, which was only good. If I had been able to see him, I think I would've had a much harder time making up my mind. I had five canapes left on the silver platter and Vanessa had been very specific in her orders. I had to make sure I gave everyone a chance to help themselves to one or, like in the case of the heavy-set woman, a handful of them. So I went to where the Major sat.

Politely, I stopped close to him and bowed my head while I held out the heavy platter. I watched him as he leaned forwards and first took a napkin and then a canape from the platter. He nodded his thanks and I walked a couple of steps backwards away from him. I looked up again and saw one of the masts holding up the large canopy keeping the coldish night at bay. It was a perfect place for me to stand without anyone noticing me, but where I could see all five guests still awake and drinking.

Best of all, I could watch and listen to Major Huda while he talked to Mr Abd.

"My apologies for arriving so late, my friend. It's the war, I hope you understand," the Major said.

"I'm only delighted to see you again, it has been much too long."

"It has. I can see there's been at least one change here."

"Change? Ah, you mean my new son? He's not the only change, wait until you see his brother. Now, where is the little one… Søren! Go find your brother and bring him here."

"Yes, Father," I acknowledged the order automatically.

I would rather have waited to hear if Major Huda was worth giving up my current way of life for, but I couldn't disregard the order from Mr Abd. I found Chico in the kitchen where he was emptying the rest of a bag of crisps into a bowl. He looked despairingly at me when I told him to just leave it be.

"Father wants to show you off to his army friend," I whispered when we left the kitchen.

"Why can't they all just go to bed already? I'm so tired!"

"So am I. But it shan't be long. Just be cute and polite and no more complaining!"

It didn't take long at all, Major Huda didn't seem too interested in talking to Chico who yawned twice while Mr Abd bragged about him.

"Yes, yes, that may be so. But look at him, he is almost asleep. The older one doesn't seem to be faring much better. Send them to bed, Hassan. Sadly I won't have time to get to know them better on this visit. I have to leave within the hour."

"My boys will stay awake for another day if I tell them. Or two! They are good boys, you'll see," Mr Abd said drunkenly.

"Lads, go to bed. It's alright."

Major Huda didn't have to tell us twice, but it wasn't so easy to obey him. The doors to our wing were still locked. I left Chico waiting at the doors while I went in search for the person who held the key; Vanessa.

"We've been sent to bed, Vanessa," I told her when I found her in the kitchen where I had last seen her.

"Is it really so late?" She asked wonderingly and picked up her small, but expensive-looking wristwatch, "It's earlier than usual. Are you sure you were ordered to go to bed?"

"Yes, Vanessa," I said most truthful, though it hadn't been by Mr Abd.

"Here, take my keys. I can't leave the kitchen now. I'm in the middle of brewing coffee. Go pee and then straight to bed. Leave the keys in the lock, so I can fetch them later."

"Yes, Vanessa."

***

When I got back to the doors into our wing, Chico had fallen asleep while standing. I shook him awake before I unlocked the door and quickly ushered him through our bedroom and into the bathroom.

"Pee," I told him after I had pulled his oversized trousers down to his ankles.

I had to both hold the boy upright and hold onto his winky while he peed, then help him into his bed where I left him.

"G'nite Chico. Sleep well," I whispered to him and kissed him on his mouth.

Wish me luck. I would've taken you with me, little brother, if only I could. I'll always love and miss you. I won't ever forget you.

With Vanessa's keys in hand, I snuck back into the main corridor of the mansion and went to the main entrance. It was in the opposite direction of the kitchen and the dining hall and of course on the front of the mansion. The party took place on the terrace on the other side of the large building and the music from it almost couldn't be heard when I quietly shut the door behind me.

What to do with the keys? I can't take them with me. There could be a transmitter in the key ring or something. I can't leave them in the lock either, what if someone sees them before I'm gone?

I considered sneaking back in through the mansion and leave them in the lock to the wing doors like Vanessa had told me to, but that seemed too much of a risk too. I ended up putting the key into the outside lock on the patio doors to the library right next to the entrance. They wouldn't be noticed right away by anyone passing by.

Vanessa won't be able to say I've disobeyed her order now. I left her keys hanging in a lock. She didn't tell me which lock.

The entire front of the mansion was rather dark and I only located the official looking sedan of Major Huda's because of his driver standing next to it. He was smoking and I could smell the nasty smoke and see the way his face lit up every time he took a drag of it. My clothes being all white turned out to be the perfect camouflage. The walls of the mansion were white too, and so were the small pebbles in the wide roundabout where the car was parked. Barefoot, I went almost soundlessly across the pebbles and carefully reached out to pop open the boot lid.

***

Who the fuck thought sneaking into Major Huda's car would be a good idea? What a dimwit that idiot was! Wait, I decided to do it. 'Twas a good thing I at least peed first.

I had no idea of how long I had been stowed away in the boot of Major Huda's official sedan. It had only been about 20 minutes, after I had carefully opened the lid and climbed into the empty boot and then just as carefully pulled the lid back down, when Major Huda was chauffeured away from Mr Abd's mansion taking me with him. I had assumed Major Huda lived relatively close to Mr Abd, but I was wrong.

I had managed to stay awake for at least a good couple of hours until the rush of adrenaline left my body. By that time I fell asleep despite of the bumpy ride and the very hard boot floor covered only by a thin carpet. When I woke up, I had no idea of how long I had been sleeping. But I knew one thing.

It was a lot more comfortable in D's beat up sedan. And we travelled by night then. It wasn't nearly as hot as it is now.

The boot in Major Huda's sedan hadn't been lined with plenty of soft blankets and I hadn't brought any with me when I had gotten into it. Worse, the sun was busy turning the insides of the dark-painted boot into a fairly efficient baking oven. I hadn't been able to tell the colour of the car when I had gotten into it. But it sure hadn't been white.

The temperature must be just about right for baking pizzas now. Mmm, I would love a slice of pizza with ham and cheese. And pineapple. Mustn't forget the pieces of pineapples. It makes it juicy and sweet. Lots of pineapples.

My stomach growled from hunger when I began fantasizing of eating a slice of pizza bigger than my bed at Mr Abd's house had been. I could taste the pizza when I drifted back to a sleep triggered by exhaustion and the heat inside of the boot.

***

I'm going to die if I don't get out of here soon. This boot will be my coffin.

I was suddenly wide awake, the car had stopped and I could hear the sounds when someone started to fill up the petrol tank. I was so thirsty by the time that I was prepared to do anything to get a drop of water.

We've travelled so far that the driver has to fill up the car before driving on. We have to be too far from Mr Abd's house for Major Huda to take me back. I'll just have to take my changes, if I don't do something like right now, it won't matter if he takes me back or not. I'd be dead anyway.

The thirst, hunger and heat was too much for me, I simply had no option but to give myself up to Major Huda. I just had to hope he was too caught up with the war to spend the time it would take to drive all the way back to the mansion to return me to Mr Abd.

"Help!" I croaked and kicked at the backseat and pounded my hands at the boot lid above me.

"Help me!" I screamed and really kicked at the backrest of the seat when there was no immediate response to the ruckus I made. It hurt my feet a great deal, but I was beyond caring. This was a matter of life or death, if my feet were sore, it only meant I was alive.

"I'm in the boot! Lemme out!" I cried out in desperation.

Finally I heard the lock click open and I used my feet to push up on the lid. It sprang up, hitting the driver along the way.

"Ya Ibn el Sharmouta, (Son of a bitch!)" he swore while he staggered back and held his nose with both hands.

"My mum's not a bitch, ya khara! (Piece of shit!)" I told the surprised driver.

"Who is in the trunk, Eiman?" I heard Major Huda ask from inside the car.

"It's a little boy, Sir. I've never seen him before."

"How did he get into the trunk then, ya kalb? (You dog/filthy liar)"

"I swear, it must be a miracle, Sir. I've watched over the car all the time like you ordered me to."

"Bring him. Let me see this miraculous boy."

"Yes, Sir."

"Don't touch me! I can get out on my own," I snapped at the driver when he reached in for me.

He just grabbed me by the collar of the shirt I was wearing and dragged me out of the boot. He dragged me to the driver's side rear door and threw me into the car. I landed with my head down in the footwell between the seats and my knees digging into the rear seat next to the Major.

"You're one of Hassan's boys!" he stated without having to see my face.

"Yes, Sir. I am Søren," I told him after I got situated properly on the seat next to him. With my feet in the footwell and my bum on the seat.

"You snuck into my car? Do you have any idea of the mess you've gotten yourself into by doing that? And you've dragged me into it as well."

"Uh, I'm sorry, Sir. But, it was becau…"

"Save it! I ought to throw you back in the trunk for the drive back to Hassan. But he'd be so much angrier with me if I hand you over to him dead."

"Major, please! Don't take me back to Mr Abd. I'll do anything for you. He's so mean to me."

"Mean? How so? You look healthy to me. Sure, you're a little sweaty now but that's from being in my trunk for five hours. A predicament you got yourself into and thus can't blame Hassan for."

"No, Sir. But he gives me drugs. And does stuff to me. He does it when I'm awake too."

"So, he hasn't changed since the years at the boarding school. Hardly surprising. Tell me, does he still fuck hard?"

"Oh yes, Sir, very hard."

Why are you smiling at that? Oh shiiiit!

"I remember him fucking the smallest boys like that. Why, one of them wouldn't stop squealing so he kept me up when Hassan used him in our bedroom all night long. Are you a squealer too?"

I blushed at his question, but didn't have time to try to convince him of how I'd never squeal. It would've been a lie too. The way Mr Abd fucked, he always made me cry out.

"No matter. I don't care about you, I care about my friendship to Hassan. He's like family to me. I can't take one of his little slave boys away from him."

"I could be your slave."

"And I'm sure you'd be a good one. There's only one small problem. You have a cock. I'm not interested in anyone with such a thing, no matter how little it may be. But, okay then, you can be my slave. On one condition. Your cock and balls will have to be removed."

I gulped at the suggestion. Which wasn't a suggestion at all, it was a requirement.

My mission is important, very important. I could maybe end the war if I succeed. But who says I will succeed? If it was for certain I'd end the war, maybe I would agree to his terms. But, could I live without my worm? Would I want to?

"I can see you're not a boy of your words. You said you'd do anything for me. Eiman!"

"Yes, Major Huda?"

"Do you keep a length of rope or any other means of restraint in this car?"

"I have a pair of handcuffs. But, they are likely too large for the boy."

"Get them. If they won't work on his wrists, surely they'll fit his ankles."

When I heard that, I quickly reached for the door handle and shoved the door open. Before I could get off the seat, I felt Major Huda's hand on my shoulder.

"Fuck!" I cried out both in pain and from the missed opportunity to flee the car.

"Oh, no, you're not leaving this car, boy, not until it's parked in front of Hassan Abd's house."

***

Vanessa is going to kill me. Or she'll make me wish she would.

The handcuffs fitted to my ankle and the handgrip you'd normally use when shutting the car door meant I had to sit with my right leg on top of my left thigh. My foot was numb and asleep, but it was the least of my worries. I was hungry too, but at least my thirst had been stilled, somewhat. Major Huda's sedan had a small fridge from where he had taken the bottled water I was sipping on. We were driving at reckless speed back towards the last place on the planet I wanted to go to.

Well, compared to where I've been it wasn't so bad really. But that's going to change now. There's no way Vanessa will let me off easy. And what about Chico? Oh, I should never have left him. Now I have to face him and tell him why I abandoned him. If he'll listen to me at all. And if I ever get to talk to him. Maybe Mr Abd will just send me straight to mines so I can die there.

"Stop the car, Eiman. I need to use the phone."

"Yes, Sir."

Eiman, the driver, pulled over to the side of the road and Major Huda stepped out. He left the door open so I could hear what he said while he spoke on a satellite phone.

"Hassan, you'll never guess what I found in the trunk of my car… Yes, that's right, Søren… Well, he never said anything until we stopped for gas. We're a couple of hours out still… No, I won't have time for that. I was late as it is, now I'm more than late… Right, I will see you then, and yes, he is fine. A bit dehydrated, but that's all… Yes, two, maybe three hours. I'll call you when we're about there… Okay, I'll tell him to do that. Straight to the garage? Got it."

Major Huda got back in the car and we pulled back onto the road. It was a two lane country road, paved, but in dire need of restoration. The car's suspension fought against the bumpy ride made worse by the speed at which we were travelling. Huda and the driver seemed accustomed to the condition of the road, neither of them complained about it. Nor did they say anything.

We're going to drive straight into the garage.

That was about all I could gather from what I had been able to hear of the phone call. That and we had up to three hours to travel before I would be facing whatever punishment I was certain Vanessa already was busy planning.

I was able to study the landscape as we got ever closer to Mr Abd's mansion. There was nothing of interest there, it was like driving through a desert but not one with sand in it. There were stones, boulders and smaller rocks, and the road crossing through it all, but that was about it. I only saw few withered plants fighting for life under the sun. I think I dozed for a bit, the seat was much more comfortable than the boot had been and the temperature in the air-conditioned cabin was much nicer too.

If only my ankle hadn't been cuffed to the handle, it could've been a pretty nice ride in the countryside.

***

The high wall around the mansion was the first thing I noticed when we got close to the mansion. It stretched for such a distance that I couldn't even see the mansion when we drove through the open gate. It started closing almost before the car had gotten past it. It was easily another minute of high-speed driving before we went into the roundabout in front of the mansion. Instead of stopping there, the driver continued past the main entrance and into the garage at the far end of the mansion.

Vanessa was waiting for me when the driver finally unlocked the handcuff and freed my leg from the door.

"I would've enjoyed watching his punishment like Hassan invited me to, but I simply can't stay," Major Huda told Vanessa.

"I can record it for you Major Huda, if you want?"

"I don't know when I'll have the time to watch it, but yes, do that."

"Thank you for bringing him back, Major," Vanessa said but the Major just got back into his car and the driver wasted no time in reversing the car out of the garage. I watched the rear of the car as it drove away until the closing garage door blocked my view.

"So, Søren. Welcome home. Remove the clothes you're wearing. They're only for the party after the Fast. Quickly now."

It didn't take me to long to undress, I was only wearing the wide trousers and the shirt. I had left the stupid hat on my bed after saying goodbye to Chico. When I stood naked in front of the creepily calm woman she told me to enter the house.

"But, Vanessa, I'm not allowed in the house naked!"

"That's true. However, you've violated so many rules already. One more won't hurt. Besides, we're not headed for your bedroom. No, we're going straight down to the basement. The way I'm going to discipline you will make you scream and I don't want Chico to worry any more than he already is. Your sudden disappearing made him think I had something to do with it. Seriously, that boy is stupid and very upset."

"What did you tell him?" I asked just when we began descending the steps. I wanted to know what I should tell him, why I had fled and not taken him with me.

"Oh, we haven't told him anything. I don't want him to know you managed to escape the grounds. It may make him think escaping is a real possibility when in fact it is not! You will not leave the grounds again, not until Mr Abd tires from you. And neither will Chico. If you try to run off again, the punishment you're about to receive will be nothing compared to what will happen when you've been recaptured. Turn left here."

I did and we entered a part of the basement I hadn't been in before. The appearance of the walls changed, they looked much older than the other parts I had been to. It seemed the mansion had been around for far longer than I had thought. We ended up standing outside a door made from wood. When Vanessa told me to open it, I could tell how heavy it was. The door was made from thick planks joined together with no gaps in between.

No matter how much I'll be screaming, no one in the mansion will ever be able to hear me through that door.

The thought filled me with anguish. I wondered what exactly she was going to do to me. I imagined she'd at the very least break all the bones in my body. The altar-like smooth stone table she asked me to climb up and lie on fuelled the fantasy. I had no options though. I was quite fit for a ten year-old, and without blushing I can say I was quite strong too, but Vanessa was even fitter and far stronger than me.

She attached heavy chains with iron cuffs to my wrists and ankles, then pulled them tight using two wooden winches. Fortunately she stopped cranking the winches before my limbs were torn from my body, she even left enough slack for me to move my arms just a bit.

"I'm not going to hit you, Søren. What I'll do won't even leave any marks on your pretty little body. Fortunately you haven't suffered any injures while you were absent. Mr Abd would hate for that to happen. He still quite likes you, for reasons unknown to me. Oh, who am I kidding? He wants to make more money from you, and for that, he needs you to look as pretty and unblemished for as long as he can."

"How?"

"How? Oh, you mean how he makes money from you? He records all sessions with all his little slave sons. When you're in the bedroom with him. There are lots of people in the world interested in watching things like that. And they pay money for it. A lot! He makes sure his face can't be seen, well, I think he edits someone else's face into the movies he sells. But never mind that now. We're here for your discipline, not to talk."

She went to get something and though I tried to see what it was, she had gone beyond my line of sight. It didn't take her long to return, wheeling a large piece of machinery towards me. The wheels squeaked as it rolled across the uneven floor.

"This old faithful is a power converter, Søren. Don't worry, not all of the power and current will flow through you, it's mostly to run the electronics making sure you're punished to within an inch of your life. And it has enough power to bring you back to life if you should somehow manage to die. Everything is fully automated. I just need to hook the wires onto the right places of your little body and then program the controller. I'll leave once it starts. I'm not sure how long I'll be gone, the machine will keep doing what it does until it's satisfied you've been disciplined sufficiently. It will then alert me."

She attached at least twenty thin wires to my body with suction caps. She made sure every single one of them sat as firmly in place as they could, thereby reducing the risk of them falling off before she was to later remove them. More wire bundles were attached to the junction box, one of these was placed on my thigh, another on my chest.

"These tiny leads I'm fitting to your chest are for a monitoring device. It'll keep track of your heartbeat, your breathing and stuff like that. These two larger leads are for the defibrillator, the thing that will jolt your heart into motion again if needed. This needle will inject adrenaline and the other contains steroids, I think. It isn't important what they are, it's however vital they work. You need to be breathing after your punishment, though I'm sure, even that will hurt you."

She went to my middle section.

"Now, these wires here will send current through your boy parts. Four of them, if I can get all of them fitted to it, will send current through your small penis. And this plug will do the same, only inside your butt. And there are two more wires for your tiny balls. The controller can be set to a low, almost tickling setting, and it can be set to much more painful, and quite lethal settings."

She managed to fit only three wires to my worm, they attached to elasticated bands which she made sure sat quite tight and evenly spaced on it. The plug wasn't too difficult to accept into my bum, though she had to first release the chains a bit for me to bend my knees and push my body up from the stone table I was lying on. I wasn't happy for it slipping into my bum, but Vanessa told me she'd make my punishment so much worse if I didn't cooperate fully with her, and she showed me a tiny fraction of mercy by lubricating the tip of it.

When she finally finished hooking me up to the machine, I felt like a human electromagnet. There were leads connected to every part of my body including the inside of my bum. She turned to the massive junction box where all the leads ended up and began adjusting a great number of dials on it.

"We'll go with setting 10 of 15. You've been a very bad boy running off like you did, and this will be your punishment for it," she told me while she fiddled with the controls.

"There, all done. Just need to move the cameras in place, so Major Huda can see for himself how you've been punished. Who knows, maybe Mr Abd will be able to make some money out of this kind of movie too. Søren, you be a good little boy now."

She flipped a switch on the power converter, it immediately started a low hum, which made me jerk on the chains from fear, and I saw the junction box lit up.

"I'd tell you to keep your voice down, but that would be cruel. Scream all you want for as long as you can, it won't stop your punishment, but it will make for a great movie," she said before she turned on the cameras, pushed a button on the junction box and quickly left.

The heavy wooden door closed behind her and that's when I heard a quiet beep from the junction box. Immediately all of my body went rigid. One second I had been somewhat relaxed, though a bit tense from fear, and in the next second every last one of the muscles in my body tried to tighten up. All at the exact same time. The first time the current flowed through my body it was only for half a second or even less.

It's like it was just testing me. But fuck that hurt!

I heard the beep a second time and immediately I tensed as many of my muscles as firmly as I could. I was soon to find out there were muscles I couldn't firm up on my own while lying down. I also learned that while I could tighten my muscles to a certain degree, the current did a far better job. The controller went through ten cycles where it did exactly the same; it sent current through all the leads, then stopped for a few seconds before it hammered me again.

I didn't scream through the ten cycles, but I had grunted loudly when my stomach muscles firmed up and pushed the air out of my lungs and I was moaning when the current suddenly stopped. If I had thought it was bad having all my muscles tense up at once, I soon found out it was much worse when the controller started alternating through the various leads. It was fully random and I couldn't predict which body part would be electrified next.

At one point, it was the plug in my bum that suddenly sparked into life, making my bum hole contract so firmly around the thin plug I thought it was going to snap the plug in two. In the next second, my bum hole was allowed to relax for a while, but then it was my right arm and shoulder that tried to rip itself free from the chain. By far the worst of it all was when the current went through my balls. Vanessa had used the same elasticated bands to trap each ball into its own little part of my scrotum. The current alternated between the two bands forcing my scrotum to contract painfully around my nuts.

That's when my screams began.

***

I could go on for hours, like my punishment did, but finally the current stopped. I had begged, screamed, and shed a lot of tears before it happened. I didn't notice it at first, when the controller kept quiet instead of beeping another time. I just tensed my muscles as much as I could all on my own just before I thought it would go off. Not that it would have helped much if the current had hit my body yet again, my strength was all but gone at the time.

Vanessa had to get help from the gardener to carry me to bed. I was too exhausted to attempt to cover my private parts from the man who up until then had only ever seen my bum naked when he'd whip it. Besides, I was afraid it would only hurt even more if I touched my swollen balls. All I did was blush pathetically when he picked me up like I was a baby and carried me all the way up to my bedroom.

The bedroom hadn't changed since I had left it in the wee hours of the morning. I hadn't expected it to, it had after all only been less than 12 hours since I quietly bid Chico goodbye with a gentle kiss and fled the house. Vanessa sent the gardener back to work and waited for him to leave before she addressed me.

"Now, Søren. I trust you won't do something so stupid again. If you do, it just may be Chico going through what you just did. Within the next two hours I want you to go tidy yourself. You smell! When Chico returns after dinner, I want you to be clean. Understood?"

"Yes, Vanessa," I said quietly, my voice all but gone.

How am I ever going to get into the bathroom when breathing makes me hurt?

***

Vanessa was right, I did smell bad. At some point during my punishment I had lost control of my body and emptied both bladder and bum. The folded up towel I was lying on in my bed prevented the seepage from getting onto the covers but it didn't help with the smell. The smell of my poop was what finally, after 15 minutes of lying on my bed feeling sorry for myself, caused me to start moving. I started out by trying to sit up and when that failed, I let myself roll off the bed onto the floor.

"OOooww!" I groaned from the pain radiating out from where my head had hit the floor. It momentarily masked out all other sensations.

I had gotten one step closer to the bathroom, but it was the easiest one. The gravity that had helped me get out of bed fought me the rest of the way into the bathroom and finally the shower stall. Fortunately the shower was controlled by a sensor and the cold water began pummelling down on me before I made it all the way in under the two showerheads. I allowed myself a break while the water washed away the worse of the filth.

I'm not sure how long I stayed that way but finally I managed to sit and then stand up on my wobbly knees. I felt like I had been exercising nonstop for a week, my muscles were so sore from the electricity running through them. Another break was called for and I leaned up against one of the corners in the shower stall.

I'm never going to try running away ever again. When I leave the next time I'm not sneaking out in the boot of a car, I'll sitting in the front passenger seat! Maybe in the rear seat but only if Chico sits next to me then.

Finally, I managed to soap in most of my body and had the water wash every last bit of the muck away. I couldn't reach very far up on my back, but it looked to be okay when I checked in the mirror while I readied my enema. Vanessa had told me to clean myself and I knew it included my bum too. I didn't have a problem with it, certainly not after I had been lying in my own poop.

It does stink like Vanessa said.

When I was done cleaning myself, I turned my attention to my bed. It was only the towel I needed to deal with and I carefully rinsed it out in the sink, then left it to soak with a lot of liquid soap. I was back in my bed when Chico returned.

"Søren! Where were you? I was so scared. You were gone and I was sure Father had sold you."

"Hi Chico. No, he didn't sell me, I was, uh…" I said and stalled for a bit, "Major Huda took me for a trip in his car."

"Lucky you! I was scared and you just went on an adventure. I got two points because of you!"

"It wasn't much fun. Sorry for the points though."

"Will you wash me? Then I forgive you."

"Arh, alright then."

I got up and somehow managed to follow Chico into the bathroom. I pampered the little one, didn't just wash him but prepared his enema for him, slid the tube careful into him and pumped the ball inflating the balloon inside his bum. Forty minutes later, I washed him as well as I could, I even slipped my soap-slicked finger partway into his bum. His little winky was not for me to play with, but his hole was a different matter. And he seemed to enjoy it as much as I did when I washed his bum for him. It wasn't strictly necessary, not after the enema. But that just made it more fun to do.

When I had finished blistering his little bum with a slipper as per Vanessa's orders, she came with three of the pills that had been one of the major reasons for me wanting to flee the mansion.

Those and my stupid mission! If it wasn't for the pills, I likely wouldn't have left at all in the first place.

I thought it was wildly unfair that I had to be drugged on the same evening of the harshest punishment during the time at Mr Abd's mansion but Vanessa wouldn't budge.

"Take the pills, one by one and let me see your mouth after each of them," she said and in a lower voice, so Chico wouldn't hear her, "You've abused my trust once, it will not happen again."

"I'm sorry, Vanessa."

"Just take the pills."

So I did. And soon I couldn't feel how sore my body was. It was only for a short while but until the drugs really kicked in and caused me to pass out, I was free of all pain and feeling mighty happy.

***

Two days later, I found myself standing in front of Mr Abd's desk in his office.

"I want to hear how you managed to not only leave my house in the middle of the night, but got into the boot of my dear old friend's car," he said.

He sat on his leather swivel chair with his elbows on the armrests and touched his fingertips against each other under his chin. I could feel his piercing look directly at me. I dared not look up to meet his eyes.

"I just used Vanessa's keys to unlock the front door and snuck across the driveway to the car then climbed into the back of it."

"You just?"

"Yes, Father. It wasn't difficult at all. I'm sorry I did it. I won't do it again."

"Hmm. I sure hope you won't. I have big plans for you. Well, I had big plans for you until you decided to almost kill yourself. Don't you realise how hot it gets inside the trunk of dark blue sedan under the midday sun?"

"I didn't think, Father. It gets very hot, like an oven. I know that now."

"You will have to work very hard to regain my trust in you. As well as Vanessa's. And I thought we were safe with the tracking devices in your pyjamas, but clearly that isn't enough."

I had been right about the trackers in our pyjamas, all along. It had just been pure coincidence I hadn't worn one when I fled that early morning.

"While I do hate it, I just have to go with Vanessa's idea of permanent trackers. Leave, go back to your duties," he dismissed me and just when I had reached the door he bellowed at me, "Do not disobey me like this ever again!"

***

Vanessa sent me back out to the garden where the gardener soon had me back to pushing the manual lawnmower. I had to mow the parts of the lawn not easily accessible by the riding lawnmower. There were many of these according to the gardener, but I'd wager a bet any day that I'd be able to ride the lawnmower and get into each and every one of the nooks and crannies he couldn't. Unfortunately he never gave me the chance to prove it, he just made me push the lawnmower powered by nothing more than my own muscles.

It was hard work, especially for my sore body, but wasn't overly complicated and I soon found myself lost in my thoughts.

I wonder what plans Mr Abd has for me. Or had. Oh well, I'll find out sooner or later, or maybe I won't. It wouldn't be anything nice anyway, that's almost for darn sure. Only time anything nice happens to me is when he lets me cum, but I could do that so much faster all by myself. Like that one time when I wanked and it only took me half a minute to cum. Too bad I can't touch my worm for longer than five seconds now. Unless I pee. And I can't wank while I pee. Or can I? Naaah, I'd only spurt pee all over. It would kinda be like I was spunking then. There'd just be a lot more of it… Okay, that was the last bit of this patch. Where to go from here?

I looked up from the grass I had been mowing while thinking. The gardener wasn't anywhere near me and I quickly used the sleeve of the coverall to wipe the sweat off my brow before it had a chance to get into my eyes.

Hah! I got away with it. No one saw. Take that, gardener!

It was only a small everyday thing, to wipe your forehead with your sleeve, I mean, but I had just broken another of the many rules I had to obey while I was part of Mr Abd's family. This rule, of not using the coverall to wipe off sweat, was seriously stupid. The coverall was already grimy from dirt and old sweat and I couldn't see the reason for the rule.

I get that I can't run away from here or do stuff that would get me killed. Even my real father wouldn't want me to do something like that. But, not scratching my arm when it itches and let the sweat on my face get into my eyes? My father wouldn't expect me to do that.

Thinking about how my life had been with my real family only made me sad. It had been a happy life compared to what I had at Mr Abd's. I had been able to play with my friends, as soon as I had finished my homework, and all day long during the weekends. Though I was almost two years older, when I found myself pushing the lawnmower to the next stretch of grass waiting for me to mow it, I was still only a young boy. I wanted to play. And I wanted to be free to do what I wanted. At least for some of the day.

Here it's nothing but work, work, and work all day long. And when I finally go to sleep, I'm woken to be used by Father. Or he'll drug me and then use me. Like I'm just a thing. A robot. That's what he wants me to be. But if I don't do it, he'll have Vanessa hurt me. Like when she tried to electrocute me with that scary machine. I still hurt from it. I want to hook her up to it and let her try it. She'd piss herself sooner than I did. And scream much louder. I'm sure of it!

I gave the lawnmower one last angry push and I was done with the small triangle of grass the gardener hadn't mowed. A look up into the sky told me it was about time to call it quits and go get started on lunch.

"You did well today, boy," the gardener told me when I passed him dragging the somewhat heavy lawnmower towards the shed.

"Thank you, Sir," I said politely, though I thought much more sinister things about him and his poor skills at riding a lawnmower.

"Stop, boy. Look at me."

"Sir?"

"Have you been using the sleeve of your coverall to wipe your forehead?"

How the hell can you possible know that? The sweat on the sleeve has already dried up. Oh shit. I must have dirt from the coverall all over my face now.

I quickly brushed over my forehead with my hand. Sure enough, there was a bit of dirt on my fingers when I checked them.

"Yes, Sir. I'm so sorry, I forgot and did it without thinking."

The gardener went with me into the shed and taught me a lesson I wouldn't soon forget. I'm sure the twig he used to switch my poor bum raised welts on it. I know it hurt when I had to sit and eat lunch with Mr Abd, Vanessa and Chico.

***

The next day, right after breakfast, Chico and I went with Vanessa. She took us down to the basement and into a small, but very well-lit and by the looks of it extremely clean, room. It almost reminded me of a miniature doctor's surgery. Vanessa told Chico to close the door and then had both of us undress right next to it. When we were naked she told us to stand as straight as we could up against the wall.

"Just like I thought. You've been growing since your arrival. Good," she said and had Chico get onto a scale.

"Your BMI is a bit on the low side, but better that than you getting fat. Go back to where you were. Søren, you're next… Good. That's an excellent score. Just at the very bottom of what is considered normal for your height and age, and exactly what Mr Abd wants it to be."

I wasn't sure of what a normal BMI was, had never heard of it until that very day, but I was happy something was normal around Mr Abd's house.

She sent me back to where Chico was standing and told him to hop up into a reclining chair.

"Stay still while I get you into position," she said and adjusted the height of the chair at the same time she made it recline, making Chico lay more and more back.

"That's it. Open your mouth for me, I have to have a look at your teeth to make sure everything is in order."

She turned on a bright lamp and adjusted it to shine directly into Chico's mouth then picked up a slim pointy tool and proceeded to check his teeth while she talked.

"You're about to lose a couple of your front teeth. I can feel how loose they are. Ah, good. Your six-year molars have already broken through and about halfway up. That'll make my job a lot easier… No cavities as far as I can tell, but it does look like we'll need to start you flossing your teeth," she said and put the tool on a small tray.

What she did next made me want to open the door and flee as far away from the little clinic as I could get. Or at least wish she had started with me instead of Chico. While Chico behaved like the little sweet obedient boy he could be, he let Vanessa strap his ankles and wrists to the chair. He didn't much like the wide belt she put over his forehead and secured his head to the headrest and he certainly didn't want her to insert a quite large black rubber block into his mouth.

"Chico, open your mouth at once or I will have Søren massage your little boy balls until you do. No? Okay then. Søren! Grab hold of your brother's nuts," she waited for me to get close and when I held them loosely in my hand she continued talking, "squeeze them as tightly as you can when I tell you to. Ready? Oh, I see the little boy has changed his mind. Clever boy, Chico. Don't let go of them just yet, Søren. Let me put this in place before you do."

She had to wedge the block in and I could see where it sat in between his teeth on the left hand side when she moved her hand out of the way. Chico wasn't able to close his mouth though I could tell he tried to and he strongly objected to it by uttering angry sounds. He was ordered to silence, again with the threat of me hurting him if he wouldn't.

"The worst will be over in less than ten minutes," she told him, but her words didn't calm the boy much.

Certainly not when she picked up a high-speed drill and stuck it into his mouth and started to drill a hole in the middle of his rearmost tooth in the upper mouth. His shrill screams still haunts me to this day. She kept drilling for a long time, then stopped to check her progress and used the drill to widen the already large hole in his tooth. Finally she put the drill down, picked up a small vacuum hose and sucked up the pieces of tooth she had drilled out.

"You can thank Søren for this later," she told Chico who by then was hiccupping while still crying.

With the pointy tool she put some paste into the very deep hole in Chico's tooth, then picked up a very small black cube with a pair of tweezers and stuffed it as far into the hole as she could get it. She filled the hole with plastic.

"With a bit of UV light, the plastic will cure straight away and it will end up being stronger than the rest of your tooth, Chico," she told him.

It didn't comfort the boy at all since she had to use the high-pitched drill to smoothen out the surface of his tooth after the plastic had cured. Finally she removed the black rubber block she had wedged into his mouth and he worked his jaw as if he tried to get the kink out of it.

I wasn't stupid, I had already noticed there was another small black cube laying on the tray. I had to work really hard to keep from crying when she told me to get into the chair. By the time she had checked my teeth, the tears were freely flowing down my cheeks due to what she had told me while checking them.

"You have two cavities, Søren. They are in your permanent molars. I would feel much more at ease with simply pulling them, but it would blemish your looks and lower your value. I don't have any local anaesthetics but Chico coped far better than I thought he would. You are a strong boy, I know. The transmitter has to be placed in your six-year molar, it's the standard. Unfortunately it is not one of the teeth with a cavity in it, so I'll have to use the drill three times," she explained.

Fortunately she had already strapped me into the chair. If not, she would have had a very hard time getting me into it.

"Can you hold your mouth open for me while I drill?" She asked.

I considered it briefly. Then shook my head. But I did open my mouth willingly when the black rubber block, with Chico's saliva all over, approached it. I still cried, but I didn't want to force Chico to squash my balls. She placed another block in my mouth on the opposite side of the first and then she picked up the drill.

***

"My tooth hurts," Chico told her when we were preparing dinner later the same day.

"I know it hurts. It will continue to do so until the paste I put in has killed the nerve in it," she told him like it was no big deal.

"When will that be, Vanessa?" I asked, my three teeth, she had drilled into and filled with plastic, hurt as well.

"It shouldn't take more than three weeks. If it hasn't stopped hurting by then, I'll have to add more paste."

She'll have to drill again for that!

For the next three weeks I actually hoped for, and looked forward to, Vanessa bringing the pills which meant Mr Abd would fuck my throat and abuse my bum much harder than he ever did while I was awake. The pills meant I wouldn't feel the pain from my teeth for as long as I was unconscious. It happened four times over the span of 18 days, simply because the pain from our teeth kept both of us awake for most of the night and we couldn't do our tasks to the satisfaction of Vanessa and the gardener.

***

Slowly, painstakingly slowly, I stopped worrying over my mission and focused on the relatively simple, yet demanding tasks of staying fit and keeping both Mr Abd and Vanessa happy. As Mr Abd had said, as long as he was happy, he'd make me happy. I don't know how you'd define being happy, but to Mr Abd, it involved allowing me one orgasm per night and no punishments. And that was about it. It wasn't exactly what I thought being happy was all about, but that was all I got. That and the occasional praise for being a good boy.

I lapped up the praise and fully enjoyed the around half an hour per night when Mr Abd focused on making my boy bits happy. Most days this involved Chico in one way or another, but only when he too had gotten through the day without any points. If I had to punish him, only on strict orders from Vanessa of course, he'd stay in bed and I had Mr Abd all to myself.

It was one of those nights, where Chico lay in his own bed, probably cursing either me or Vanessa, maybe both of us for making his buttocks hurt. Mr Abd had teased my stiffy with his mouth and hand for a very long time while he fucked me hard in the bum with two of his fingers. He had allowed me to rest for a couple of minutes after I shuddered through my kiddy orgasm, then ordered me to suck him. Really suck. He wanted all of his dick in my mouth and throat.

I was busy trying to do just that while Mr Abd tried to teach me how to do it properly. I paid attention, though I was gagging on his dick. Mr Abd had told me it wasn't a problem for him to get all of his dick into my mouth when I was passed out and how I only had to convince myself to relax and not worry about not being to breathe for a short moment. It was far easier for him to say than for me to do. But I had seen myself passed out while he fucked my mouth. He had shown me part of the video he had recorded of it.

"Keep your tongue flat at the bottom of your mouth and gently ease my cock in while it only touches your tongue."

Your dick is so large it can't only touch part of my mouth! It fills it completely.

Still, I tried to do what he had told me to. And yet again I felt the panic set in just when the tip of his dick reached the far back of my palate. As before, my gag reflex kicked in.

"Keep it there. Don't move off it or you will never get used to it. Try to suppress it."

I felt like I'd barf up everything I had eaten for dinner while I forced myself to not back off the large dick. I just couldn't keep it up and finally I backed off, just a tiny bit. Just enough to stop the violent contractions of my chest.

"You'll never learn if you do it that way. Keep practising and listen to what I have to say. I haven't forgotten your attempt to run away from home. However, you haven't made any attempts after that and you have gotten back to mostly being a good boy. There's still room for improvement but I can tell you're genuinely trying. I've also noticed your behaviour has had a positive influence on Chico. Vanessa has asked for some time off to visit her aunt. Don't stop sucking now. Keep going."

I got back to the task of gagging myself on the far too large dick in my mouth.

Now I know why my throat is always so darn sore for days after he drugs me. It simply does not fit! But Vanessa leaving? If only for a couple of days, it will still be like a vacation for Chico and me!

"I know you're only 10 years and 8 months old and it will probably be tempting fate, but I want you to do what she does while she is gone. I'm going to tell her to write instructions for you, you will read them and she will drill you until she is certain you understand all of them. You will then carry out every single one of them while she is gone. And you will do them just like if she was here to watch over you. It will mean you'd be in charge of the house and Chico during the day while I'm not home."

I backed off the dick again to catch my breath and promptly received a slap to the back of my head.

"Keep practising while you consider my wish. When you back off my cock next I want to hear if you will do your best to fill out Vanessa's role. I may give you more privileges if you do a good job. If not, you will be punished accordingly."

YES! I'll be in charge! I'll be king of the castle while Vanessa and Father is gone. Maybe I can even order the gardener around like he always does to me. It will be dead simple. I already do most of the stuff anyway. This way, I can decide when to do what and who will do it. Chico will enjoy it too. I'll make sure of that.

Go for it! You have nothing to lose.

Wait a minute. Something like that won't be easy at all!

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Though I had already made up my mind, Mr Abd wouldn't let me back off his dick until I sputtered around it.

"I'll do it, Father. I will make you proud of me," I said in between coughs.

"You've better try harder than you do when I want you to suck my cock. My cock isn't just the head, it's all of it, right down to the pubic hairs. At least there is one opening in your body that isn't so reluctant to accept all of it. Turn around and stay on your knees and elbows."

It was a first, Mr Abd always fucked me while I was tied up to his bed and utterly defenceless to anything he did to me. I got into position and felt the mattress shift underneath me when Mr Abd got up and behind me. Though I wasn't tied up and could have moved away from him, I didn't. I just lay there, passively, and waited for him to mount me. I didn't have to wait long.

***

"Do a good job, Søren, and I will let you use Chico any way you wish with only a few restrictions. First, whatever you do, it can't leave permanent marks on either of you. Second, you will only use the toys I will authorize beforehand. Third, and most importantly, everything you do will be recorded. Yes, I know Vanessa told you I sell movies. It's only a small, but rather lucrative part of my business, and if all goes well, I want to expand it. There is more money to be made if the viewers can watch boys fully enjoying themselves and they can tell it isn't scripted."

Mr Abd told me this in his office. I now knew what those two large computers behind him were. They were servers, likely full of videos of boys like me being used by Mr Abd. He hadn't shown any of the videos to me, only the fraction of the video of myself being used by him the first time I had been drugged. I'm not sure if I would have found any pleasure in watching other boys being abused like I was, but I was curious.

I wanted to see if any of the boys behaved like me, if they moaned and whined the same way like I did when they were fucked by Mr Abd. If they enjoyed some of it, like me. Or if I was the only boy in the whole world, who thought it wasn't all bad being fucked by a man much older than myself. That sometimes, it felt nice to me. Not often, but sometimes, when I was in the proper mood for it.

Still, I wasn't about to ask Mr Abd if I could watch any of his movies. I didn't want him to think it was something that would excite me. To be honest, I think I was worried to discover that it would turn me on. I had fantasies involving Chico. Of me sticking my stiffy into his little body. In his mouth and his little bum. I had tried it and I had enjoyed it.

And now, Mr Abd promised me I could have even more of it. That I could do more to Chico. The restrictions were few and though I wasn't entirely comfortable with it all being recorded and made available to perverts around the world, I found myself quite worked up from the prospect. My stiffy pushed out the front of the onesie I wore. Most embarrassingly so, but Mr Abd didn't make any comments. He had seen it before, naked, heck, he had even sucked on it. For a long time. And plenty of times.

"However, I want you to first show me you can handle responsibility. Vanessa will be leaving for four days in two weeks. Before then, you will learn what you have to do while she is gone. Two of the days I will not be around during the day time. It does not mean you can just kick back and relax. You can't play all day long. You will keep Chico in check, and you will make sure everything is like Vanessa wants it to be. There are microphones in your pyjamas. I will be screening them from time to time."

Hah, I KNEW it! Well, I know how to get around those. But he'll be able to tell if we get naked and go to the bathroom now. That darn tracking device is in my mouth now, not in the onesie.

"Yes, Father."

"Good, Søren. I have high hopes for you. Don't let me down."

"I won't."

"Then go find Vanessa. Your training for the four days begins as of right now."

"Yes, Father," I said again and left his office.

***

Vanessa handed me a binder and told me to read page one. I started reading. It took me some time to get to the bottom of the page. It was a schedule for the first day, but with all the things it told me to do, it could have been for the entire four days she was going to be away.

Schedule, day 1

Vanessa helped me with the more difficult words and finally I was able to state that I had reached the bottom of the page.

"I've read it, Vanessa."

"Questions?"

"Yes, Vanessa. What is dry cleaning?"

And just when am I supposed to be sleeping? If Chico is punished and Father plays with me for an hour, I'll only get like 5 hours of sleep before I have to get up and prepare his breakfast. I better ask what he gets to eat in the mornings, I doubt it's oatmeal porridge like me and Chico.

"I'll show you to dry clean, iron and fold clothes the proper today. Anything else?"

"Yes. What does Father eat for breakfast?"

"The same as you, but he has a soft-boiled egg and tea along with the porridge."

"Oh."

"Surprised?"

That would be an understatement. I was flabbergasted that the man who had enough money to live in a castle-like mansion would want to eat oatmeal porridge for breakfast.

If I was rich I'd eat cornflakes with a thick layer of sugar on top.

I nodded in astonishment to her question. Which was the wrong thing to do. Vanessa had up until then been rather kind, almost motherly, when she explained what some of the words she had written in the schedule meant.

"I should give you a point for that, Søren. Don't nod at me like you're some sort of mute. I'm in a good mood today, so unzip the seat of your pyjamas and bend over."

Her being in a good mood still made me gasp from pain while she slapped my bum. She made me cry, but only for a short period of time. I had to concentrate when she showed me how to inspect one of Mr Abd's suit jackets for spots that needed cleaning with a soft damp cloth, and how to remove the sweat stains from the armpits using steam. It was very time consuming to clean just one suit and there were four of them to be cleaned every week.

We didn't rehearse all of the tasks on the schedule for the first day, I knew most of them by heart. The recipes in the cookbook were very specific and, if followed meticulously, ended up in tasty meals. The rest of the tasks I had done a lot of times already. The only difference was that I'd be the judge for four days. It would be up to me to give both Chico and myself points. Ultimately, I had to answer to Vanessa upon her return. If not done to her satisfaction, I'd be in for some unknown but likely serious punishment.

Maybe I'll demand more of myself and Chico than she would. It's probably better to be harsh and safe than to go easy and get in trouble.

***

While Chico knew Vanessa would be leaving for four days and was looking forward to it, he didn't know of the deal I had made with Mr Abd.

It wasn't a deal, I couldn't refuse his offer. If I had refused, who knows what he and Vanessa would've done? I didn't even know Father was going to let me do stuff to Chico until after I said yes.

It still wasn't a given thing I'd get to use the little boy however I wanted. It would only happen if I ran the household as efficiently as Vanessa, or even better than she did as was my plan. It meant Chico and I would have to work harder than ever. Run faster, though we still couldn't run inside the mansion, to get things done on time. There could be no slip ups, no cutting corners. And I had to somehow get the six year-old to understand that. Without telling him why.

Well I for sure won't tell him that if we do pull it off, then I'll get to use him like Father uses me. He'd just try to sabotage everything then. And I won't be like Father. I'll be much kinder. I hope.

"We have to work hard when Vanessa goes to see her aunt," I told Chico when we sat in the kitchen. I had been teaching him how to read a children's book, but it was more important he knew what to expect.

"Why? She won't be here to order us to do things and hurt us."

"No, she won't be here. It means we have to do all the work she normally does. Well, I have to do her work, but that means you have to do some of the work I do and still do all the work you do now," I said patiently.

"But, I already do a lot!" he whined.

"I know. And you will be doing more. It'll only be four days. You can do it. I know you can."

"I thought we'd be able to play more."

"If we both work hard for four days, we will get more time to play together after Vanessa returns. If we don't, she'll punish us both hard."

"I won't. I want to play! I've worked a lot! I deserve to play."

"If you won't do what I tell you to, I have to punish you. Just like Vanessa would," I threatened him.

"You're mean too. I thought you were my friend!"

"I am your friend. I don't want to hurt you, but I will have to if you make me."

Chico slid off his chair and ran out of the kitchen. He went to the left in the corridor and I knew he was heading for our bedroom. I didn't call out for him to come back, I needed time alone to think, probably as much as he did.

I am his friend. I'm his brother too. But we both have to do what Father tells us and he told me to run the house while Vanessa is gone. Like she would if she had been here.

It was really as simple as that. I had pictured myself being in charge of the mansion, how I'd get to decide what we were going to eat and when to get up in the morning. Instead, Vanessa had handed me a binder with schedules for every day she was to be gone. Schedules that dictated the days without any room for adjustments. All four schedules were almost identical, only variations were the morning tasks, type of exercise and the punishment to be handed out if either of us didn't do our best.

I just had to get Chico to understand. And hopefully he'd still be my friend after. He was the only friend I had. I had to find him first though.

***

"Chico?" I called out softly.

I couldn't see any sign of him when I entered our bedroom. Both of our beds were empty and the linen hadn't been disturbed after we had made the beds that morning. The patio doors were closed so he hadn't run outside.

"Chico!" I called again when I checked the bathroom. Then asked for him again after I found it completely empty. I was about to give up.

"I'm here," I heard him say from under his bed.

"Are you alright?"

"I don't like it here. I don't like to be a slave. Like you do."

"Oh, Chico! Please come out."

The gap between bed and floor wasn't very large and it had to be uncomfortable to lay there. I never had to find out since first his head appeared and then the rest of his body when he worked himself out from under his bed. He sat on my bed next to me and I put my arm over his shoulder and hugged him tight.

"I don't like being a slave either. If I had known what being a slave is like I would never have said yes. I would've gone home to my mum and my little sister," I whispered to Chico.

I didn't know just how sensitive the microphones were, but I prayed they weren't picking up anything more than a mumble.

"You said yes to being a slave?" Chico said puzzled. And unfortunately quite loudly too.

"Shh… Yes I did. 'Twas a bad call, but now I have to try and get the best outta it."

"Nobody asked me! One day my mum just told me an Fran that she had sold us. She was sick and couldn't work and had no money. Fran stole stuff and tried to help her but it wasn't enough. She said she was about to die and, and… And there was no one to help us. So, a man paid my mum some money and we had to go with him and do what he said. He made me do stuff to Fran and he took pictures of it. And then we had to wait for days."

I listened to Chico and rubbed his back and shoulder. His words made me sad.

"Fran liked what the man made me do to him and he made me do it again even when the man wasn't around. I didn't like it but he didn't care. He twisted my arm and my ears and it hurt but he didn't stop until I touched his winky. Some days later Vanessa made us get into a big car and took us here. Next day, you came."

"I'm sorry lil bro. For everything. People has made me do stuff too, stuff I didn't want them to, and they hurt me when I said no. Until they finally made me let them do it. Now, I don't say no anymore. Not often, but it's because I don't want them to hurt me even more. Father, I guess he likes me because I just let him do the things he want to me, though they hurt. And it hurts not being able to say no. Some of it feels nice, like when he rewards us, but it still hurts because I can't tell him no."

"So you don't like being a slave?"

"I don't think anyone would want to be a slave. But we are slaves. We can't change that, not now. Since I can't do anything about it, I've told myself that if I have to be a slave, then I'll be a good slave. Not cuz I like it, but cuz it hurts much less to be a good slave than it does to be a bad slave."

"You still get punished."

"Yeah. I'm not perfect. Neither are you. But we can try to be. And I'm not punished as much as I used to be. Vanessa spanked my bum with her hand today instead of giving me a point."

"She's done that with me too. A couple of times."

"She'd spank you for running in the house. Probably with the riding crop. Or make me do it. And then you wouldn't get a reward tonight."

"I like the rewards. When you do them."

"I like rewarding you a lot. It's fun."

"Are you gonna tell Vanessa I ran in the house?"

"I should. She doesn't like secrets. But, if you won't tell her, I won't either."

"Maybe it's better if I tell her. I don't want you to be punished for what I did."

"Maybe it is. We have to get started on dinner soon. Go find Vanessa, but walk."

"I'm not doing it cuz I want to!"

"I know. Go on, now. Get it over with. I hafta pee and wash up before I start cooking."

***

Vanessa left the mansion to go see her aunt and I had been given a wristwatch. It had a lot of alarms in it, one for each item on the schedule. Plus one more. The one I hated most of all. It was set to 05:00, a full hour before Vanessa would normally come and rouse us. I wanted to stay in bed after I had pushed the button on the watch to kill the relentless beeping that had woken me. A quick look over at the other bed told me Chico hadn't been disturbed by the beeping.

I don't get how he can sleep like that.

His entire body was covered by the blankets and his bum stuck up in the air. At least I figured it had to be his bum, I didn't lift up his covers to check. Instead, I tiptoed into the bathroom for a pee, washed my hands and put on my last clean onesie. Still mostly asleep, I went to the kitchen and flipped the switch on the electric kettle I had filled with enough water for Mr Abd's morning tea. With a massive yawn, I got two small pots out from the cupboard, poured a bit of water into those as well and placed them on the stove.

I scratched an itch on my bum through the pyjamas without even worrying about it and waited for the water to start boiling in the pots. Once the water boiled, I carefully lowered an egg into one of the pots and turned the heat down a bit. I set the kitchen timer to 7 minutes as per my instructions and began the more familiar routine of cooking oatmeal porridge. It finished almost at the same time as the egg and I had to quickly move the pots off the heat, fish out the egg and place it carefully on a clean dishtowel. Once that was done, I flipped the switch on the electric kettle to get the water in it to boil again.

Before the porridge stuck to the bottom of the pot I gave it a vigorous stirring and poured it into a deep dish. This was put on a tray, along with a glass of orange juice, the egg in its cup and a mug. I filled the mug with the by then boiling water and stuffed a tea bag into it. Then was about to take the tray into the dining room when I realized I had forgotten both the sugar and spoons. That in order I put the tray on the dining table at Mr Abd's seat.

Mr Abd hadn't shown up yet, but Vanessa had told me not to wait around for him. There was still almost 30 minutes to go before I had to wake Chico and I made good use of them in my bed with my eyes shut.

***

"Argh!" I groaned when the wristwatch beeped again seemingly mere seconds after I had shut my eyes.

"Get up, Chico. No more time for sleep," I said and ripped the covers off of the small boy.

He was in fact lying on his bed with his legs pulled up under him, his bum the highest point of his body. He was naked, and if I hadn't been so tired, I could've gotten up on his bed and stuck my stiffy into his bum, before the boy even had a chance to wake up. I didn't have a stiffy, not then, and I only swatted at the nearest buttock to get him moving.

"Get up, lazy bones. I've been up for an hour already," I told him when he yawned and scratched his nose.

"What for? Vanessa isn't here," he said sleepily.

"No, but I am. Come on. Up and at it. We've got lots to do and I'm starving."

I watched him pee while I first flossed then brushed my teeth and then helped him do the same.

"Put your jammies on and come to the kitchen when you've done that."

***

"Why did you slap my bum?"

"When?"

"When you woke me. Vanessa never does that."

"It was too tempting. Prime target, y'know?"

"It wasn't nice of you."

"Tomorrow I'll stick my finger in your bum hole. Would you rather that?"

"Nooo."

"I will, if you don't get out of bed sooner than you did just now. Anyway. When we've finished eating, I want you to clean the dishes and the kitchen. I'll get started on the laundry."

Chico sighed.

"I know you don't like cleaning the kitchen but I haven't the time for it. And it has to be done," I told him, "After you've done that, you go and get the linen from our beds and bring them to the utility room so they can be washed. I'll let you program the washer and start it."

It was only a minor thing to me, but it was something Chico hadn't been allowed to do before.

"Okay. What are you going to do while I clean the kitchen?"

"I'm going to clean Father's bedroom and his bathroom. Then I'll put new linen on his bed so it's ready for tonight, where we will both be rewarded if we do our jobs well. Oh, first I'll load up the washer with Father's clothes so we're not wasting time. It takes an hour for the washer to do its thing. When you get the linen from our room, bring our dirty jammies with you."

"I can't carry all that."

"Then you have to walk two times. Or three if that's what it takes."

"And then we eat lunch?"

"No. There's lots more before lunch. But we'll decide who does what after we get the first things done."

"Okay."

I checked the schedule while I ate the rest of my oatmeal. We were only at entry 2 out of 14 and there was so much to do. I wondered if we had enough time for it all. I left Chico in the kitchen while I walked as quickly as I could without running to the utility room to get the vacuum cleaner and groaned under its weight while I carried it all the way to Mr Abd's bedroom.

It was so strange to enter his bedroom knowing he wasn't there to have to sex with me. I halfway expected to see him lying naked on his bed, though I knew he wasn't home. I pulled the sheet off his bed and saw the spot on it. It wasn't large, but it was a certain sign of what had happened the night before. He had taken me from behind again, like a dog. In the middle of his bed.

He had pulled out of me after he finished without warning and I hadn't been able to squeeze my bum hole tight soon enough to prevent some his sperm and the lube he had used in my bum from spilling out with his dick. It had ended up on the sheet and the dried up stain was now yellowish in colour.

It smells like bum!

I had, without really wanting to, sniffed at the stain. I quickly bunched the sheet up so Chico wouldn't see the stain when I put it into the washer along with our bedding. Bedding was bedding and could be washed together, maybe saving me a little time. I changed the pillow cases and fluffed the pillows as Vanessa had demonstrated on my pillow. The large blanket was fitted with a new case, and a new sheet put on the bed and I lugged the heavy bag with Mr Abd's dirty clothes back to the utility room.

On my way back to Mr Abd's bedroom, after putting all of the clothes into the washer, I had a look into the kitchen to check up on Chico. He was kneeling on a chair and cleaned the stove top.

"Good job so far, Chico," I praised him and he flashed a small tired smile at me before he went back to cleaning.

***

I had just finished cleaning Mr Abd's bathroom, when Chico came to me.

"I'm done with the kitchen. What now?"

"Did you get the linen from our bedroom?"

"Oh. That was it."

"Yep, go bring them to the utility room, then put on new sheets and pillow cases. I'll do the blankets later. Don't forget to take our jammies to the utility room as well. Then clean the toilets and the shower."

"Okay," he said and he left me so I could start vacuuming Mr Abd's bedroom.

When that was done, I had a look at the watch. It was about time to unload the washer and put the bed linen in it. But, our linen wasn't in the utility room where I expected it to be.

"Chico! Where's the bed stuff from our room?" I called out.

And when I didn't get a response I had to walk to our room to find out myself. The linen was still on our beds and Chico was cleaning the shower stall.

"Chico?"

"Yes?"

"Why didn't you do the beds like I asked you to?"

"I… Uh…"

"Did you forget?"

"Uh-huh."

"Sheesh! Okay. At least you cleaned the toilets. Finish up in here. Clean the sinks, then come to the utility room."

If I have to tell him what to do one thing at a time, we'll never get finished by lunch.

Since I was there already, I quickly grabbed the linen, and our jammies, and brought them back with me to the utility room. The washer was beeping at me and I didn't know for how long it had done so. I dropped the stuff I had in my hands and transferred Mr Abd's clothes from the washer to the tumble dryer on top of it. In went all the bed linen, both ours and Mr Abd's and I started the machine.

"I was s'posed to do that," I heard Chico say disappointedly.

"You were s'posed to bring the linen here. Instead I had to get it myself," I said angrily, fed up with him, but his tears changed my tone of voice immediately, "No, Chico, don't cry. You can start it when it's time for our jammies."

"Pwomise?" He sniffled.

"Yes. I promise. Now, go and put clean sheets and pillow cases on our beds. Hurry, please."

I checked the time again, we had been working for two hours without a break since we had finished eating breakfast. Still, we hadn't managed to do all of the things I had anticipated. I sighed and looked at the washer. It would take at least another 45 minutes for it to finish. I left the utility room and hurried to our bedroom to help Chico with getting our beds done.

***

"Pheew," I breathed out, when our beds looked as pristine as they were supposed to. The sheets were wrapped around the mattresses with straight creases and looked like envelopes. Our pillows sat up against the headboards and the blankets neatly folded on top of the sheets. But, we still had plenty of things to do before we could take a break.

"Fetch the vacuum cleaner from Father's room and don't let it bang into anything along the way, then vacuum the floor here and make sure you get all the way in under our beds. Okay?"

"Yes, Søren."

"Tell me what you gotta do."

"I hafta carefully get the vacuum and do all of the floor here."

"Yep. That's right."

Without thinking, I had turned into Vanessa. And Chico had treated me like I was her. I didn't realize it at the time, had far too much to do to stop and think for even a short moment. The dryer had finished with Mr Abd's clothes, they were still hot when I dumped them into the basket and took them to the countertop where I began pairing socks and fold them. There were only seven pairs so it wasn't too hard to do, but the folds had to be just right.

Had it been my socks, I woulda just dumped them into the drawer.

I didn't own a single pair of socks, however, nor did I have any underwear, but Mr Abd had. There were seven pairs of boxer shorts that had to be folded once and then again to make perfect squares of cloth. It was easy too, unlike Mr Abd's undershirts that were bigger, but had to be folded into exactly the same size. I had just finished when the washing machine stated it was done.

"Chico!" I shouted out the door, "Come and program the washer!"

I had already gotten the linen out of it and into the dryer, and loaded it with our jammies. All was ready, with detergent and fabric softener in the right places. All I needed was for Chico to come and start the darn thing.

"Chico! It's now or…"

"I'm here!" He gasped when he came running into the utility room.

"I told you not to run!"

"Sorry, Søren. I won't do it again."

Give the kid a break. He's doing all he can. He's only six!

If you go soft on the kid, he will only break other rules.

[Or you can go back to the previous choice]

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

6e

Oy, wait! He said Vanessa will leave instructions for me to follow. So I won't be in charge. I'd still have to… Oh Gods! Can't he tell it just won't fit already?

Mr Abd pushed on the back of my head with both his hands which made me gag even more fiercely on his dick. He wanted it to go into my throat, I knew that, but it was simply impossible. When I began heaving for real, and thought it would only be seconds until everything I had eaten for dinner would end up all over Mr Abd, he eased up a little. I seized the moment and pushed myself off of him completely.

"Father!" I gasped for air, "I can't! I wish I could but it wouldn't end well," I said sadly.

"You disappoint me. When I tell you to do something, I expect you to obey. I don't want you to whine and say how you can't before you even try. Get back to sucking my cock. I want it deep inside your throat. It has been there before when you were passed out. I want it all the way in while you're awake too. Relax your mouth and throat completely and just let it go in."

He pulled my head back into place and I opened my mouth when his dick touched my lips. I wanted to swallow all of his dick, to let it go as far in as he wanted it, I wanted to be a good boy. It was no use though, my gag reflex kicked in again before his dick managed to enter my throat.

"You're a useless boy. A worthless, ungrateful little spoiled brat. Get up, get into position. If I can't use your throat, I will use your arse."

He fucked me much more viciously than he had in a very long time. I couldn't do anything to prevent that from happening as he had tied me to the bedposts.

***

Vanessa did leave one day. We watched her put her bags into the van and drive away. I wasn't in charge, the instructions Mr Abd had told me about weren't given to me. Instead, it was the heavy-set old lady from the party who had been given a binder. She had spent hours with Vanessa that day. And then she stood there behind us, with her hand on our shoulders while we all watched Vanessa drive off towards the gate.

She had been kind to us at the party, albeit she had said and done some embarrassing things. She had been quite drunk, which always for some reason seemed to change people. And not always to the better.

They lose their inhibitions. And their good manners.

My real father had once said that drunken people always spoke the truth. I wasn't so sure about that when he had told me. Still wasn't when I was almost 11.

The fat old lady wasn't drunk when she asked us to lead her back into the kitchen through the garage, but her manners lacked severely anyway. She groped my bum cheek while we walked, and I mean groped! She pinched it with two of her fingers when she didn't just squeeze it tight in her hand. I tried to walk just a little faster to get out of her reach and was promptly lectured by her.

"Søren, I know you're young and very nimble on your feet, but when you grow old you'll be slow and unsteady like I am. Get back to where you were and walk slowly. I need you boys to catch me if I should fall."

"Sorry, Madam."

Chico shot me a look like he thought I was the most uncaring person in the world. But it wasn't his bum the old woman groped like it was a large grapefruit she checked for ripeness all the way into the kitchen while we slowly crept through the corridor. She only had her hand on his shoulder using him for support like he was a human cane.

***

"Chico, you will go get your bedroom and bathroom sorted. You have two hours. If you finish quicker than that, return here promptly," she told him when we finally stood in the kitchen.

"Yes, Madam," he said and skipped out of the kitchen to do the easiest job she could have given him.

"Now, fine young man, you will go to Mr Abd's bedroom and take all of his clothes that need washing to the utility room. His bedding included. Then go get the bedding from your room and load it with Mr Abd's into the washing machine," she told me.

"Yes, Madam."

The clothes Mr Abd had worn for the past week were in a hamper. It wasn't too heavy, but it was bulky and with the bedding on top of it, I couldn't walk very fast. I had a quick look into the kitchen where Madam sat at the table when I passed the door. She had put on a pair of reading glasses, drank coffee and read a book. She didn't notice me at all.

"Søren?" I heard her call for me when I walked past the door again, this time to get the linen from my bedroom.

I doubled back to find her looking at me over the top of her glasses.

"Yes, Madam?"

"Will you be a dear and fetch me a tissue? I've spilled my coffee."

"Yes, Madam."

I sighed inwardly. I didn't have time to be her personal servant if I was to finish Mr Abd's bedroom on time, but I quickly went and got a tissue from the countertop. It was all of three metres [10 feet] from where she sat.

"Thank you, sweetie," she said just as I put the tissue on the table in front of her. She grabbed me by the wrist and pulled me in close and pecked my cheek. The intimate act made my cheeks rose-coloured, only worsened by her next words, spoken mostly to herself.

"Oh, such delicate youthful skin. And the blush on his face makes him so adorable."

Fortunately I had already moved out of her reach and was almost back in the safety of the corridor when I heard her say that.

***

"Is that lipstick?" Chico asked me when I was tugging the sheet off his bed.

"Where?"

"On your cheek."

"What? Sheesh!"

I had to go to the bathroom to check my face in the mirror. Sure enough, there was a smudge of lipstick where the old woman had pecked me. Vanessa had, so far as I could remember, never kissed me. Certainly not so it left any traces, as she never wore lipstick.

"Madam looooves Søren," Chico said mockingly.

"No! She doesn't."

She had better not! Father wouldn't want it. To Hel what Father would or wouldn't want, I don't want it!

Though I was kind of curious of the other sex, the female one, I sure wasn't interested in the fat woman who was likely older than my grandmother. The thought of her and me lying in bed, as Chico by then so annoyingly sang about, gave me the chills.

"Shut it, Chico," I told him as coldly as I could muster.

"Aw, Søren. It's just for fun."

"Yeah, well it ain't fun. It's gross, is what it is," I said quietly.

We were alone in the bathroom but I still didn't want to risk the old bag being able to hear what I said. She was still the one in charge like Vanessa had informed us.

***

Madam's advances on me only increased throughout the day. She insisted I sat close to her at lunch and one of her hands never left my thigh during the meal. It was all I could do to sit and endure her small caresses through the fleece, so dangerously close to my boy parts. I sat close up against the table, but I'm sure Chico knew what was going on, though he couldn't see what her hand did to me as he sat on the opposite side.

She 'helped' us clean up after the meal, meaning she practically hugged me from behind while I washed the dishes, her glass and our plastics mugs. Her hands touched my body in places I'd rather not tell anyone about. She did things to me no old woman should ever do to a young boy. Only on top of the onesie, but the layer of fleece just wasn't thick enough for me not to notice her touches.

"Oh yes, Søren. You are a healthy young man," she told me more than once.

I would have been proud and happy should my grandmother call me a young man, though not if she had her fingers do what Madam's did just when she said that. One of her hands was behind me, right on my bum, and the other in front, so I couldn't escape her touches. I tried to do the dishes as quickly as I ever could while pretending she wasn't touching me. That she wasn't uttering sounds of appreciation when she felt me up. That my boner wasn't tenting my onesie. That Chico wasn't right there next to us, witnessing all of it, unable to suppress the worse of his giggles while he dried the wet plates I put in front of him.

***

She sat with her feet and lower legs in the water of the pool while she watched Chico and I swim naked. She hadn't told us how many laps we had to swim, had just told us to swim as far as we could for an hour and 15 minutes. It wasn't easy to focus on swimming when I could tell she kept a close watch on my buttocks. I'm sure she had an even closer look when I did the turns, where I for a short moment swam with my front facing upwards.

Of course, she insisted on helping us both in the shower after the exercise. Chico just enjoyed it, but he was used to being washed by me. I wasn't used to anyone but the little boy washing my body and he never washed me like Madam did. He wasn't allowed to touch my worm, she was however, and apparently she thought it to be very dirty as she kept washing it. Maybe she thought that it being stiff meant I liked what she did to me.

Stop touching me!

I screamed at her but only in my thoughts. I wasn't going to do anything that would end up in me getting punished. And, though I find it hard to write, it did feel nice. Sort of. I just knew it was wrong. Terribly wrong. It was only Mr Abd who was supposed to touch me like that. Fortunately, I was too confused to get close to climaxing before she had to stop and allow us to towel off our bodies. We had to get dressed too, though I'm sure if she could have told us to, she would have made us go naked to the kitchen to study.

"I dunno why you think it's so bad. If it was me, I'd just shut up and enjoy," Chico whispered to me at the table. Madam had left us alone. She needed a nap before we were to cook dinner.

"I'd wish she'd do it to you and not me. Just read your book. Look, it's about a kitten."

"It's a dumb book. I can't read it."

"Yes you can. Come on, I'll help you get started. "The cat went for a walk. It saw a mouse hole in the wall. It could hear noise from the hole. So the cat sat and what-watched the hole to find out what made the noise." See? There's the mouse hole and you can tell how much noise there's coming from the hole."

"It's better when you read. Read some more."

"No, Chico. You need to learn how to read yourself. I had to practise too. You'll never learn if I read all of the book to you."

He didn't like it, I could tell, but he started reading. I guess he wanted to know what the noise was all about just as much as the kitten in the book. He didn't get very far until I had to help him with the words. But that was okay.

***

Madam hadn't returned from her nap when it was time to start dinner, but she had left the cook book open on the recipe we were to follow. So Chico and I agreed to just start without her. We had cooked that dish often and as per usual Chico began chopping onions and I browned meat. We worked pretty well as a team, Chico and I.

"Søren!" Madam shrieked when she finally joined us, "Why have you forced your baby brother to use a sharp knife? Can't you see he's absolutely terrified of cutting himself?"

I looked over my shoulder at Chico. He didn't look terrified to me.

Sure, he's crying. But that's only 'cuz of the onions. They make me cry too.

"Madam, Chico is used to chopping onions, he's very good at it. He's actually the best of…"

"Nonsense! Chico is much too small to work in a kitchen. Now, wipe your eyes and go set the table, dear."

"Yes, Madam," he said, obviously happy to get away from the onions that none of us really wanted to chop.

"Now, young man," Madam said coldly to me, "I think it's time you and I had a talk. No, what was it Vanessa said? Oh yes, points! Points for being naughty. Five points for you almost getting your brother hurt."

"Madam, please! He really does help me with dinner every night."

"You're not fooling me. Get back to your cooking."

"Yes, Madam."

The old woman found Mr Abd's wine and helped herself to a glass of it while she watched over me. Chico? He only had to set the table, then help me carry the lightest stuff from the kitchen into the dining room, so I had to work double as hard to get everything in order on time.

***

Mr Abd wasn't at all pleased with me when he sat and listened to the lies the old bag told him. She almost made it sound like I had told Chico to stab himself with the knife and not simply do what he did most nights. Of course, I couldn't defend myself, us boys weren't meant to say anything unless spoken to, regardless if we were being spoken of. Not even when it was all lies. All I could do was sit and eat while staring at my plate, my cheeks burning from the unjust critizism.

I didn't feel hungry, but if I didn't eat everything the old woman had dished up on my plate, I'd be violating another rule. Fortunately Chico was old enough to help me wash up after dinner as he usually did. Mr Abd told us to do it, I'm not sure if Madam would have let Chico help me if he had let it be up to her.

When it was time for our bedtime routines, Madam insisted on helping us do that. Vanessa had never done it for us, she had told us what to do and she had watched that we did it the right way, in the beginning, but had long ago stopped doing even that. She trusted us to get cleaned on our own and we always did. I suffered in silence when I stood naked and watched the old woman mix the enema solution about to go into my body.

She's not adding enough salt to that amount of water and there's way too much oil in it.

She had filled the enema bag to the very brim. The 2 litre [2 quarts] indicator mark sat at least 2-3 cm [1"] below the water level and I had never filled the bag more than to that indicator. Vanessa had only told me to do 1.5 litres [1.5 quarts], which certainly was enough to make everything inside of me come out. I had tried the full 2 litres just out of curiosity. It had made me cramp far too early, making it a one-time thing only.

"It's a good thing Mr Abd have you do enemas every night, boys. That way you won't ever get constipated. Oh, don't get me started on what that feels like, it can go on for days…"

Yeah, and you're stirring the bag so slowly it'll take days for what little salt you put in it to mix with the water too.

I'm sure the three ingredients hadn't mixed properly when she told me to get into position. Not the position I was used to either, but the same as Chico. Clutching my pillow to my chest with my bum stuck high into the air like a small boy who couldn't lie in the proper position on his left side with his right knee bent. It made me feel younger than my almost 11 years. Lots younger. And I didn't enjoy being treated like a toddler who needed help with everything.

She pushed the enema nozzle into my bum and pumped the squeeze ball so much it inflated the balloon at the tip of the nozzle to where it began hurting me. The balloon, usually a bit flexible inside my bum, at least when I inflated it, felt like a solid, large round rock sitting just inside my bum hole. The last two pumps of the rubber squeeze ball attached to the nozzle made me groan out loud and that finally stopped her from trying to squeeze more air into the balloon.

"That's it. Ready or not, here comes the water, Søren," She told me and fully opened the valve.

The weight of the added water made it rush through the hose and into my bum already in pain from the balloon stuck in it. The valve, which I only ever opened about three quarters of the way, didn't do anything to slow the onset of the too oily watery solution.

"Madam! It's too much," I cried out in alarm and couldn't even think of a better way to describe what my problem was.

She didn't turn away from the sink where she was mixing Chico's enema solution. She just hushed me and said it would be alright in just a moment. Before she ever got Chico's nozzle inserted into him, I felt the first cramp low in my stomach. My bowels sure didn't like being filled so quickly, but the nozzle had a one-way valve built into it and there was no way to stop, or even slow the solution by adjusting the valve. It meant I would have had to move my hands from the pillow, which she had been strongly forbidden me to do.

Fortunately for Chico, the old fat witch didn't fill his bag quite as much as she had mine. I'm sure she put more than the usual 1 litre [1 quart] into it, though I don't know exactly how much it was. He didn't like it when she pumped the balloon far more than he did himself, or I had, when I sometimes gave in to his requests of helping him get ready for the night. He didn't cry, but he clutched that pillow of his far tighter to him than he usually did when she opened the valve and sat on one of the toilets.

"Forty minutes after all the water goes in, that should do it," she announced.

That's twice as long than we ever do it! I'd rather be constipated for a week than go through this again!

***

"So, boys. Søren was naughty, so it's only you, Chico, who gets a reward tonight. Søren, your mouth needs practise. Suck your brother, make him really gasp and moan from it. Once his cock enters your mouth, you will not let it back out for twenty minutes," Mr Abd told us when we were in his bedroom. The old bag fortunately hadn't been invited to join so it was only the three of us.

"Even if he cums before, Father?" I asked for clarification. Well, Chico couldn't cum at the age of six, but he could climax, and that was what I meant.

"Yes. If you can make him do it at all. I don't care. Should he start peeing, you will not take your mouth off his little cock until I tell you to."

"Yes, Father."

You had better gotten every last drop of pee out of your body, Chico. It's not fair you get to have more than one orgasm when Father never lets me. I don't want you peeing in my mouth too!

Chico didn't pee into my mouth, but he did manage to have more than just one kiddy cum, based on the sounds he made, before Mr Abd stopped me. The little satisfied and tired boy was sent back to our bedroom, then Mr Abd again tried to suffocate me with his much larger dick. When he finally got the picture of my throat simply not being large enough for it, he tested my bum instead. It was a much better fit, though it still hurt when he stuck it in me.

***

"Søren?"

I heard my name being said softly as my shoulder was shook gently. I hadn't even managed to fall asleep after Mr Abd had sent me to bed. I opened my eyes and turned my head to see the old woman look down at me.

"Come with me," she whispered.

"Why, Madam?"

Can't you see I'm trying to sleep? I'm tired. I hafta sleep. It's the only time I'm free!

"Just come with me. It won't be long. You can go back to sleep right after."

I let out a small sigh and pushed the covers down and off my naked body.

"No, leave it," she told me when she saw me reach for my onesie.

"We can't leave our bedroom without being dressed, Madam."

"You're only going just across the hallway, it's where I'm sleeping. There's no need to get dressed for such a short distance. You'd just have to get naked again straight away."

Oh? No, please! Dear God of Mercy, you can't let this happen! How can this be fair, oh, God of Justice? Father, help me!

"Yes, Madam," I said glumly after a bit.

It didn't seem like the Gods were going to interfere, nor Mr Abd. They didn't do anything to give me an excuse of not following the old woman into her room. She shut the door when we were both inside the small cupboard-like space where I had been outfitted with the chastity belt it had taken me so long to get back out of. That late evening, I longed for the vile belt. I would've gladly worn it just to keep the old woman from wanting to do stuff with me.

"Get into bed, little man," she said passionately to me.

"I'm not a man, Madam. I'm only a boy."

She needs her glasses. My worm is clearly not big enough to be a man's thing.

"Oh, you're more man than what I've had in my bed for a very long time. Ever since my husband died, rest his poor soul, I've been so lonely."

"What did he die from, Madam?" I asked, not really interested in knowing, but desperately trying everything in my power to stop her from making me get on the bed. She'd likely join me in it, and if she got on top of me like Mr Abd would, I'd be flattened by her.

"Let's not talk about him now. Hop into bed, my boy. Let's see if it's anything like I remember it to be."

She didn't get on top of me, but she took advantage of me. She made me use my mouth and tongue on and in places of her body I'd rather not describe in detail. It was, however, far easier to satisfy her needs than it had been trying to please Mr Abd. She didn't have a long dick she wanted all the way deep into my throat. She did try to get my worm as far into her mouth as she could, though, while I licked and sucked on her body.

I went to bed, about an hour later, wiping my mouth with the back of my hands. It wasn't just my saliva I wiped off.

***

"Why was Søren in your room last night, woman?" I was woken from Mr Abd's voice bellowing through the shut door to the corridor.

I couldn't hear what she said, but I heard what Mr Abd told her after. Well, he shouted at her.

"My boys are not to experience such things under my roof!"

"Go back to sleep, Chico. It's not time to get up yet," I told my brother when I noticed him peeking out from under his covers.

"Why is Father so angry?" He asked timidly.

"He's not mad at us. Don't worry, just go back to sleep. It's only, uhm… five past five. You can sleep for almost another hour."

"Okay," he said and let the cover fall down again. It wasn't long after that I heard his gentle snoring.

I on the other hand was wide awake. The two grownups were still talking in the hallway outside the door, though more quietly. Since it had something to do with me, at least what the old woman had made me do to her, I wanted to know how it would end up. And I wasn't sure if Mr Abd was mad at me for letting the old creepy woman do what she had done to me. Silently I let myself slip out of bed and crept the short distance over to the door. And put my ear right up against it.

Crap! I still can't hear anything but mumbling.

Risking getting caught, I pulled down on the door handle, ever so gently and opened the door just a crack.

"…to pack your bags and gone within the hour. You will not be invited to any more of my parties. I don't want to see you ever again."

"But, Mr Abd. My husband and you were very good friends…"

"Yes, that's right. We were. He's dead and he'd be turning in his grave right now if he could see what you've done to the poor boy."

"Like I don't know what he did with all those boys. And what you've done and still do! I'll…"

"You will do nothing. You will only go back to your miserable little home and there you will die peacefully from old age. If you ever mention any of this to anyone, I'll make sure the rest of your life will be short and full of pain. Remember what you did to Søren, remember it well, as he's the last boy you will ever mess with."

He turned to walk back to his bedroom, but must've noticed the door to Chico's and my bedroom wasn't fully shut.

"Søren! Go back to bed. I'll talk to you later. I'm not mad at you, only that… Argh, woman!"

"Yes, Father," I snapped and quickly shut the door.

I got back into bed. The covers and mattress were still warm, but not warm enough to keep the chills I had at bay.

It was Mr Abd who came for us later. Much later. Usually Vanessa would make us get out of bed at 06:00 on the dot, but it was closer to 7 before he finally knocked on our door and opened it without delay.

"Time to get up, boys. Go do what you need to do in the bathroom then meet me in the kitchen. I don't have much time, so please hurry."

***

"He said please, Søren! Did you hear it too?"

"Uh-huh."

I had indeed heard him use that word. I don't think I had heard him use it before. If he had, it wasn't to us boys. It was what made me attempt to pee, get my hair in order and brush my teeth all at once to save time. No pee made it onto the floor, though it was close. Chico missed the toilet when he tried to copy me, but none of us noticed it at the time. Something was up, something out of the ordinary, we could both sense it.

Not only had Mr Abd used a word he had never used before, he had come to our bedroom and woke us. That had never happened before. He had only previously come to our bedroom to pick up my passed-out body and returned me to my bed long before Chico ever woke up.

"He told us to meet him in the kitchen?" I asked Chico just to make sure I had understood Mr Abd's order correctly.

"Yep."

"That's weird. The only time he ever was in the kitchen was when we cooked all day long for the party and he kept nagging us with stuff we hadn't done."

"I remember! And we didn't do it 'cuz we hadn't been told to."

"I wonder what he wants."

"He wants breakfast! That's what I want."

"Yeah, me too."

It can't be all he wants though.

***

Mr Abd surprised us one more time, when we entered the kitchen. He was wearing my apron and cooked breakfast for all of us. He looked up when he saw us staring open-mouthed at him.

"Don't expect this to happen ever again. I had forgotten how tedious it is to cook. But, I have to leave in twenty minutes and I simply have to eat before then. I'm not sure if it's any good, but it'll have to do. Put bowls on the table and mugs. And the carton of orange juice. I need the sugar. That damned old woman. I should never have put my trust in her."

Mr Abd's version of oatmeal porridge wasn't the best I've ever tasted, but it mattered not. I would've eaten it raw, I think, if he would be the one serving it to me. He even let us have the little bit of orange juice left in the carton after he had filled his mug, a treat we weren't used to. I added water to mine, just to prolong the time it took to empty my mug. Chico just emptied his in one quick drink.

"So, boys. The gardener will be here in about two hours. Until then, I need you to be the best boys I've ever had. You will clean the kitchen and the library. No. Don't worry about the kitchen. I need the library to be absolutely spotless. I have an important guest coming over tonight and we will only be in the library. Clean the guest bathroom too, just in case he will be using it. Make sure it's well stocked with tissues, soap, etcetera. Søren, I'll leave you in charge of that. Chico, you will clean the entrance hall and the corridor to the library.

"If you finish before Søren is done with the library and bathroom, you will help him. Do whatever he tells you as if it were my words coming out of his mouth. I will listen to your conversations later and if I hear just one wrong word, I will make you regret it. Are we clear, Chico? Søren?"

"Yes, Father," both of us said exactly at the same time.

"When the gardener arrives, you will report to him. Do what he tells you, then eat lunch and go back out to him afterwards. I'll try to make it home before you start dinner, if not, uh… Surprise me with something. Make sure it will be tasty but keep it light. Vegetable soup or something. I can't be too tired tonight."

"Yes, Father. I will do what I can," I told him.

"Good. Don't run amok, boys. Remember, there is a GPS tracker in both of you. I can find you, no matter where you may go. Even if you should go to the other side of the planet, I'll still find you."

I gulped at that. If he was right, what would that mean to my mission?

Bah! Screw the mission. I can't even remember the way I had to log on to that chat thing. It is much too complicated! It is Soren and that funny looking a, and lots of random letters divided by those two dots on top of each other. Far as I know, the war could be over by now. And I don't even know who won!

Mr Abd hurried to his bedroom and within minutes he had changed into his suit and ran to the garage. Something strictly forbidden to do.

***

"Who do you think the guest is?" Chico asked me.

We sat and ate our grilled cheese sandwiches. It was about the only normal thing to happen so far that day. That, and the ever bossy gardener who had made us rake the driveway where Mr Abd had spun all four wheels of his car in his rush to get to his first meeting. The tyres had dug deep into the white pebbles, all the way into the reddish dirt beneath them. The two tracks, almost 100 metres [330 feet] long, had been pure hell to cover up. The red dirt had to be put back first, then the small white pebbles had to be compacted then raked, again and again.

When we had finished, there was no telling where the damage had been. The pebbles were level all the way from the mansion to where the grass started on the other side of the wide driveway. And they were the same colour too. We had wasted precious water to wash away even the smallest bits of red dirt on the pebbles.

"I don't know. But he must be very important for Father to behave like this. I hope that meeting doesn't have anything to do with us," I told Chico.

"We're only slaves, Søren! Why would anyone do all of that for a pair of small slaves?"

"I don't know. I'm not saying anyone would. I just hope we don't have to do anything. I need to sleep tonight. I hope for an early bedtime. Like 20:30. And that we won't be woken until 6 tomorrow morning."

"The old Madam sure wore you out," Chico giggled after he said that.

"Well…" I began to say but couldn't finish. Instead I felt my cheeks burst into flames. That's how hot they felt anyway when I blushed crimson.

"Was it good?"

"I'm not going to tell you."

"Ooooh!" He teased.

"'Twas different. That's all I'm gonna tell you. For real!"

He winked at me. And smiled. Like he knew exactly what it was like to be with a woman. He had no idea, of course. I wasn't sure if I ever wanted him to find out either. It had been different and very confusing. Women are different from boys and men. It was no lie I had told him.

***

"The soup is tasty, Søren, but there's been a change of plans. Boys, my guest will be spending the night. He will be in the first guestroom upstairs. Right after we've finished eating, I want both of you to go up there and air it out, ready it like you did before the party."

"Thank you and yes, Father."

My dream of an early night was to remain only that. A dream.

"Who is your guest, Father?" I asked, cautiously, but I was dying to find out. As was Chico, though he was too scared to downright ask.

"A potential partner. He has a lot of customers. More than I would be able to get on my own. If things work out, he will publish my movies on his network. It will without doubt be a deal in his favour, but we'll see. He will most likely want you to spend the evening and night with him, Søren. I'm sure I don't have to tell you to be on your best behaviour, if that should happen."

"No, Father."

"Well, I am going to anyway. You will do everything he asks of you without hesitation or any signs of disapproval. I'm not sure what his desires are, so be ready for anything. I will tell him he can't seriously injure you, but that's all. I'm not able to name every single thing he could possible think of doing to you, just prepare for the worst."

"Yes, Father."

"Good. Chico, you will be sleeping alone tonight."

"Yes, Father."

"But, I'll come get you when my guest retires for the night with Søren. You've been a good boy today. You deserve your reward."

"Yes, Father!"

I've been a good boy too and I have to go with someone I don't know and let him do stuff to me? It's about time Chico does something around here too!

"Søren, that's exactly the face I don't want to see when my guest arrives. Smile, pretend to be the happiest boy alive. I don't want to shoot you full of drugs in order to cheer you up… No, not the sleeping pills. I have others. But I won't give you any."

"No, Father. Thank you," I said and flashed a forced smile at him.

"Good. Go get the room upstairs in order. Then do your evening routines. You know what to do."

We did. The guestroom wasn't too much work to get ready for the night. It smelled a bit dusty after we pulled the dustcovers off the furniture but I sprayed half a can of air freshener into the room. Then opened the windows in both bedroom and the attached bathroom to let fresh natural air mix with the anything but freshly smelling artificial air.

Half a can was way too much! But who'd know that?

Chico ran the water in the bathroom to make sure it wouldn't come out all rusty from the pipes. And that was it. All we had left to do was make sure our own pipes weren't clogged. A bit of water made sure of that too. 1.5 litres to be exact, in my case, just one for Chico.

"What do you think he'll do to you?" Chico asked when we showered after letting the water back out of our bums.

"I don't know. I don't want to think about it. I'll just let him do what he wants with a big smile on my face so Father won't punish me tomorrow."

"I'll bet he'll pee on you!"

"Chico! Just because you like to pee on my feet doesn't mean everyone wants to do that."

"What if he wants to?"

"Then I'll let him. You heard Father. I gotta let him do everything he wants. Even if it's something nasty."

I just hope he won't tell me to suck his dick all the way into my throat. I can't do that! Not yet.

***

I reported to the library after I had tucked Chico in and kissed him goodnight.

"Søren, we haven't trained any proper slave behaviour and that is solely my fault. I want you to stand right here, in front of the armchairs. No, take a small step backwards. That's it. Now, look at the coffee table and turn so you face it dead on. Stand at attention… You've been watching soldiers, haven't you? Practised their moves?" Mr Abd asked.

"Yes, Father," I said while I held my head high and puffed my chest out the best I could.

I had been watching, and imitated, the soldiers at the military base, when they drilled and when they marched past my father and his boss.

If only they had spent more time practising with their weapons instead of marching, maybe they…

"I can tell. Stand at ease now. Lower your head, look at the floor one meter [3 feet] in front of you. That looks okay. Stay like that, do not lift your head or shift your body until I tell you otherwise."

"Yes, Father."

"And keep quiet from now on too."

He had placed me about five metres [16 feet] from the two armchairs and the three of us formed a perfect equilateral triangle. I heard a noise in front of me and I risked a peek to see Mr Abd turn one of the armchairs to face me. Moments later, I heard the same creaking and squeaking when he adjusted the other chair. It seemed, whether I wanted it or not, I was to be the centre of the evening. Trust me, I would rather have hid in one of the shadows, had I been given the option.

No, I'd much rather be in bed right now. My own bed. Sleeping.

I suppressed a yawn. I was worried but most of all tired. I hoped the guest, a man I had never met, wouldn't keep me up all night long.

***

The guest arrived twelve minutes after Mr Abd had rearranged the chairs twice. I could hear his car when it went across the stretch of driveway Chico and I had tidied to perfection, and I cringed when I thought of how much effort we had put into making it perfect only to have another car drive over it. When Mr Abd entered the library with his guest, I wanted to turn my head and look at the man for whom we had worked so hard to give the perfect welcome.

He must be like a president or something.

He wore a suit, I noticed when he walked past me and sat in one of the armchairs. A tan suit and brown leather shoes. He accepted the cognac Mr Abd offered him.

"I like your little cottage," the guest said to Mr Abd, "Out of the way from prying eyes and full of opportunities."

"Thank you, Mr Harris."

I couldn't detect any annoyance in Mr Abd's voice, though I'm sure he must had taken at least some offense to hearing his giant mansion being called a little cottage. It would be like calling a royal palace a holiday home. The men exchanged pleasantries while they completely ignored my presence. I felt like I was a plant or a lamp, simply part of the furniture, and not a living, breathing boy.

Why do I have to be here at all?

"I hope the drive here wasn't too long?"

"Oh, I'm used to driving far longer. You see, I don't like flying, so I drive whenever it is possible. Well, of course, I had to get on a plane to get here, it would've taken far too long by ship," Mr Harris said.

"Then I do hope the trip turns out to be worth the trouble. If I had known you dislike flying, I would have suggested an online meeting instead of meeting in person."

"So I'd miss out on an opportunity to see this place? No, I was quite honoured when I received your invitation. Is this your newest acquisition?"

"Yes. This is Søren."

"How did you come up with a name like that? What does it mean?"

"He was already named when I bought him. I chose to let him keep it. I like the foreign sound of it."

If you'd bother to ask me I could tell you! Søren means 'Serious' or 'Stern'! Morons! It isn't foreign either, Hassan Abd is much more foreign than Søren Nielsen! What does Abd mean anyway?

"Well, it does sound foreign, that's for sure. You haven't had this one for long," Mr Harris stated.

"You're right. I bought him six months ago, just about."

"Six months and you've only made eight movies with him. No wonder you charge so much per view when you run such a small scale operation."

"I've been aiming for the higher quality market and until not so long ago, I've made quite a bit of money. Times are changing, however. My income is decreasing and thus my profits."

"I see. And instead of downsizing, which you really can't as that would put an end to your business, you want to look into other parts of the market."

"Exactly."

"And you think I can help you with that."

"Yes. You cater to different people than I do. More, I beg your forgiveness for saying so, mainstream."

"No need to be so shy about it. Well, I do take requests and I fulfil anything and everything a person could dream of wanting to see. There are no limits, as long as someone will pay what I demand. I also produce low-budget movies for the, as you put it, mainstream audience. They pay a monthly fee and they can stream as much as they want."

"You know I want to negotiate a partnership with you. I want access to your mainstream audience."

"Hmm. Yes, I can imagine you would. And what's in it for me?"

"I'll help you shoot and edit movies. Also, this mansion has a lot of rooms and outdoors space that can be used for on-location filming. Fully secure, as you said, there are no prying neighbours and no police to worry about here. There's plenty of space for the… actors to stay while the movie they are in is produced."

"I see."

"And I offer you Søren. You can use him for your on-demand movies, though I'll be wanting veto rights. He will be available for mainstream too. That's only hardcore porn as far I understand it?"

"Yes. So you want to decide what he can participate in. That excludes gore, I suppose?"

"No gore or extreme hurtcore. He can take some abuse, but I want him alive and relatively unharmed."

"So no modifications either, then. What about piercings and tattoos?"

"Only temporary tattoos."

"That henna crap? Mr Abd, you're killing me here. And the piercings…?"

"Maybe, it depends on how many and where you have in mind."

"I've no idea. It would be up to the client. I do regularly get requests for body piercings, genitalia mostly. Is he intact?"

"Yes and his foreskin is fully retractable. Quite loose too."

"I have a client into live circumcisions. Medieval sort of thing. You know, cut and burn without any painkillers."

"I will allow no such thing to happen."

"Are you sure? The sum he's willing to pay is substantial."

"Yes, I'm sure. There will be no cutting Søren. I don't have easy access to intact boys. Only rarely and most of those are much too young to be of any interest."

"Depends on who you ask. You'd be amazed of just how young children, some people want to watch. Do you solely deal in boys?"

"Yes, and I'd rather keep it that way, though Søren does have a little experience with women. Well, one woman. She…"

"Pardon for my interrupting you, but I was thinking more in line of little girls. Not grown women."

"Oh. To the best of my knowledge he doesn't have any experience with girls of his own age."

If they're anything like Madam was, then I'm not interested!

I was quite bothered by not being included in their haggling, it was me they were discussing. What I'd be doing while being filmed. So lots of men like them could watch me whenever they wanted to.

Why would anyone want to watch something like that anyway?

I'm sure I wasn't able to completely hide my emotions while I listened to the two men, but I kept staring at the spot Mr Abd had told me to. The large knot in the wooden floor panel only made it easier for me to not look up at the men. It was something to focus on. My ears still picked up the conversation, but I somehow managed to stop paying attention to it. It wasn't important, well it was, but since I couldn't do or say anything to take part in it, I just stopped listening to it.

At least until Mr Harris clapped his hands once.

"So we agree then. You get access to publish your movies on my mainstream servers and you get 35% of the increased profits they'll hopefully generate. In return, I get to use Søren in any of my movies to be filmed on this location. I'm also able to use my own cast for other movies filmed here, free of charge."

"Don't forget that I'm to receive 40% of the income from any on-demand movie Søren appears in."

"I hoped that would slip past you. Right, we have a deal. If you'll have the papers ready by noon tomorrow, we can make things happen by the end of next week."

"So soon?"

"Why wait? This is a prime location. You have a nice house and a huge garden. You'll have to give me a tour tomorrow so I can start think up scenes and plot. There's a wealth of possibilities here, you just haven't been able to see them."

"You're probably right. Søren will be delighted to show you around. There's a room in the basement I'm sure you wouldn't want to miss."

"Good idea. It will give me a taste of his personality too. Though not really required for mainstream porn, the more sophisticated movies calls for good vibes between the people on the set."

"Søren will now show you to your room. I've already told him to keep you company, but you can of course dismiss him at any time. He will go to his own room if so."

"Well, I'm not used to sampling the merchandise, some of them carry diseases."

"I can assure you, Søren is as healthy as a young boy can be, and I want him to stay that way. That will be in our agreement too."

"I trust you when you say he is clean. Let's go, youngling, show me to my room."

"Yes, Sir."

"Oh, he does speak? Splendid!"

Of course I can talk! I'm not a mute nor am I stupid.

***

I showed him up into the guestroom Chico and I had readied earlier that same day. The room smelled fresh, not like the air freshener, but real proper fresh air with a bit of moisture in it from when the sun had set. I shut the windows while Mr Harris had a look around in the room and then went into the adjoining bathroom.

Now what?

I hadn't been told what to do after shutting the windows and drawing the curtains. Mr Harris was using the toilet. The noise he made sounded more like he had aimed a fire hose at the water in the toilet rather than him peeing into it. I couldn't enter the bathroom, so he'd understand I was ready for a new order, not while he peed. Neither did it feel right to just wait for him where I had ended up. The corner I found myself standing in was darker than the rest of the room. Like I was trying to hide from him.

It's too late to be hiding now!

"Youngling?"

I was happy he called for me, though I could still hear him pee. It meant I didn't have to make any decisions of my own. He wanted me for some reason, and I went to answer his call. Like any good slave would.

"Yes, Sir?" I asked from the doorstep. I didn't want to enter the bathroom, but he could hear and see me from where I stood. Like I could hear and see him.

"Would you prefer if I take charge tonight, or would you rather demonstrate what you're capable of on your own?"

His question left me a bit dumbfounded. He had treated me like furniture the entire evening and now he had just asked me what I wanted to do. He was waiting for a reply while he, without caring I was watching him, shook the last drops of pee off from his dick.

He treated you like furniture because it's what he likes. Let him use you.

You're not furniture and now is the time to show it to him.

[Or you can go back to the previous choice]

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

6f

"Well, don't do it again or I'll have to punish you. I don't want to do it, but I will if I have to," I told him and then told him how to dial the knob on the washer to the right wash program.

"You have to select the time save option too, otherwise it'll take almost three hours for it to do what it can in one. We don't have time for that. Not at all."

Chico pushed the button twice like I told him and then hit the start button.

"Was that it?" He asked.

"Yes. That's all there is to it and you did it like a pro!"

He beamed a smile at me.

"Okay. Let me check the schedule. We've done the bedrooms and bathrooms. We have to iron the shirts and linen, but the linen is only just now being tumble dried. Tell you what, I'll show you how to iron the shirts, then you can do that while I clean Father's suits. You gotta pay attention. If you mess up one of Father's shirts, then I'll let him punish you."

The hot iron sent out a puff of steam when I picked it up and placed it on top of one of Mr Abd's shirts.

"Here, put your hand on the iron and I'll iron it while you hold it. Then you can both see and feel what I'm doing."

I wish I could take credit for thinking up that, but it was what Vanessa had done with me. I had adjusted the ironing board to its lowest height so Chico could rather easily use it. I began with the easiest part of the shirt, the back, and demonstrated at what speed the iron had to glide over it to get rid of the wrinkles in the shirt. I let go of the iron and watched him do it, then helped him move the shirt so he could iron the rest of the back.

"Heh, this is easy," Chico said.

"That's the easiest part too. The sleeves are the worst. I'll help you with them when you get there. Once you've finished with the back, move the shirt again so you can iron one of the fronts. Make sure it lies flat on the board or you will just make worse wrinkles in it than there are now."

"Yes, Søren."

I left him to it and focused on the suits. They weren't dirty as such, Mr Abd obviously didn't wear them in the desert, nor a jungle, but he had never bothered telling me where he spent most days of the week. There was a bit of dried up dressing, I think, on the cuff of it, but it was relatively simple to wipe off with the damp cloth. The armpits had a white ring around them, Vanessa had told me it was from sweat, and I had to use a steam cleaner to deal with those.

"How're things, Chico?"

"Uh, I started on the sleeves. But it doesn't look right."

"I told you I'd help you with the sleeves. Let me see… Crap! Chico, you bloody fool. Can't you do anything right? Go and slice the tomatoes for our lunch, but be careful. If you cut yourself, I will whip your little arse!"

I had to work quickly then, I still had three more suits to clean, and five shirts not including the one I had to spend a long time figuring out how to get the sleeve creases back to being perfectly straight. I almost didn't have time to eat lunch, let alone cook it, so we had to just eat the slices of tomato with four pieces of toast each. The more than a day old, cold bread didn't taste nice at all and I fumed more at Chico. Silently, of course. He was just a six years old boy.

If anyone is to blame, it's only myself. I should have said no to Father when he asked me to run the house.

Problem was, he hadn't asked. Not really. He had only asked if I was going to do a good job. Not if I wanted the job in the first place. The reward he had promised me for doing a good job seemed very hard to get at the time where I sat and forced the stale bread down my throat with plenty of water. I left Chico to deal with the kitchen, there wasn't much to be cleaned up since we hadn't used the stove at all.

Just when the watch beeped again, this time to warn me about the exercising we had to do, I hung the last of the suits on its hanger. I'd have to put all of the clothes where it belonged later in the day. The kitchen countertop had to wait too, Chico and I had to be in the pool as soon as possible.

***

"Chico, we have to swim hard for the next 69 minutes. We have to do minimum 60 laps. I'll swim 40, then you do 20 laps, okay?"

"Okay."

"Call out the laps every time you finish one so I can keep track."

"Okay."

We started swimming freestyle, I swam all I could with my head above water so I could hear when Chico called out his laps. It took more energy to swim that way and slowed me down, but I didn't trust the little boy. I was on lap five when I heard him call out he had finished lap six.

Impossible! I've swum more than he has.

"You haven't done six laps!" I stopped and treaded water to tell him that. He was holding on to the edge of the pool.

"I have!"

"Bullshit. I've only done five and I've done more than you. I know that. Get back to swimming."

"I'm tired. I worked so hard all morning."

"I did too and I'm still swimming. Come on, you have got to do 20 laps. You've no time to relax."

He finally continued to swim, but kept insisting he had done six laps and counted up from there.

He's only done three at max when I finished on lap five.

He made it up to 20 laps, well, as per his own calculations, which I deemed to be about 15, and then he refused to carry on.

"I've done my twenty like you said I should. I'm not doing any more."

I wasn't about to stop until we had done 60 laps in total, though it meant I had to swim 45. I only just managed it when the watch told me it was time for shower. I dutifully noted the 60 laps we had completed.

Well, 60, more or less.

We rinsed under the poolside showerhead, before we went to the showers in our bathroom. Chico insisted on streaking through the house naked. Which is where I finally put my foot down and stopped him. I had no idea of how accurate the trackers in our teeth were, but Vanessa or Mr Abd would be able to see Chico had gone through the house after our swimming, if they were as accurate as I thought them to be.

"Chico! Come here, right now!" I told him in my sternest voice, which wasn't stern at all, I just didn't have the bass in my treble voice.

"No! Vanessa and Father isn't here. I'm not walking all the way around the house when it's much shorter to just go inside."

I ran to him, we were still outside so it was okay to run, and caught him by the upper arm just as he was about to step in through the patio doors.

"I said no!" I told him and dragged him towards a sunbed.

He tried to resist me all the way there, making the short walk take triple the time.

"I've had it with you, Chico. You've been lying, been disrespectful and haven't listened to anything I've said all day long. It stops now!"

"Leggo of me! You can't force me. You're not Vanessa, you're not my boss!"

"I am when she's not here!" I said and forced him down on my lap by twisting his arm until he shrieked in pain.

"EEEEERR!"

"Shut up, Chico. I'm so not done with you yet," I told him and began pounding his bum as hard as I could with my hand. It hurt him, yes, but it bloody well hurt me too. The palm of my hand was as red as his bum cheeks when I finally stopped spanking him. I didn't stop until he stopped kicking his legs and finally submitted to me.

"Who's the boss when Vanessa isn't here, Chico?"

"You are, Søren."

"And don't you fucking forget it. Consider yourself lucky I'm not giving you any points. Behave for the rest of the day and you will still be rewarded tonight."

"Yes, Søren."

"Let's go shower. And we'll walk the proper way."

We hadn't finished showering when the alarm went off on my watch indicating I had to read with Chico. Well, he had to read out loud to me, but he still needed a lot of assistance with even the simplest of words.

I'll have to spend ten minutes of our free time to study with him. That's how long it took me to slap some sense into the boy.

The free time was for playing, that was what the schedule said. I'm not sure, but I think Vanessa had made an error when she made up the schedule. It told me that we could play only if we had reached the goal of 60 laps, but it didn't say what we were meant to do if we hadn't. It wasn't important, we had met the goal, sort of.

"Put the book away, Chico and find the marbles. It's time to play. We only have 20 minutes, so let's make the best of it okay?"

"Yeah. I'm going to win all of them today."

"Dream on. That's not ever going to happen."

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"That's right, you won't," I said and grabbed hold of his wrist, "But it's not the only time I've had to tell you off, you keep forgetting to do things and then you disregard the rules. That's not like you. You never cause Vanessa so much trouble. There's no getting around of it, Chico. I'm going to have to punish you."

"No, Søren, please!"

"Nuh-uh. I've let you off the hook too many times already. This time, I am going to spank you. You may not like it, but I don't really care. You know I'm in charge. Vanessa told you so before she left."

I shut the door and let go of Chico.

"Unzip the flap in your jammies," I said keeping my voice neutral. Like Vanessa had done with me.

"Søren?"

"No, do it. If I have to do it for you, I'll smack you with this clothes hanger. It'll hurt a lot more than if I smack you with my hand, but I will smack you just as many times."

I had no idea of how much it would hurt being whacked with the quite heavy wooden hanger and fortunately Chico didn't give me any reason to find out by using it on him. He sobbed when he reached back to unzip his onesie and bared his buttocks, but he did it without any further objections. I slapped his bum, warmed it like Vanessa would've said, but didn't slap him as hard as I could. He needed to be taught a lesson, but he learned it without me having to hurt myself in the process.

"Zip it back up. You can't walk around in the house with your bum hanging out like that… Good boy, Chico. I wanted you to program the washer. See that big dial there? Turn it to where it says gentle. It's three clicks to the right. Can you see the word there? What does it say?"

"Ge… Gen-tle. Gentle!"

"Yep! Okay, that button there, the fifth one, hit it twice until the digits in the small window there says 6-5. That's the time saving function. There's no need for our jammies to be washed for three hours and 35 minutes. They're not that filthy. Well, yours may be with all the pee stains in the front."

"Søren!" Chico said blushing from shame.

"You gotta shake your winky some more after you wee to get all the pee out of it."

It was no lie, I had seen how his onesies sometimes had a little tell-tale damp spot on the front when he left the bathroom after a pee. It wasn't really enough to leave any stains, but I couldn't help but tease him a little with it.

"Okay, hit the start button, it's the one with the flashing green lit on top."

We finished the rest of the laundry with Chico ironing the sheets and Mr Abd's shirts. I carefully cleaned Mr Abd's suits while keeping an eye on Chico. It wasn't really required, he was quick to ask for my help when he ran into problems instead of trying to fix them himself. We ended up finishing in time for us to help each other prepare lunch and eat the hot grilled cheese sandwiches.

"What are we going to do for exercise today, Søren?"

"Swimming. 60 laps minimum."

"That's a lot."

"It's only five more than we usually do. If you do 21, I'll do 39."

"I can do 25."

"Okay. But you don't have to. Just let me know straight away if you tire too quickly. Then I can swim faster."

"Uh-huh."

"Finish your last sandwich so we can get the clothes squared away before we have to swim. We have to clean the kitchen too. I'll do the stove, then you can do the dishes and we'll be done in no time."

***

Chico paced himself while we swam. I don't think I've ever seen him swim so fast before and I fully believed him when he told me he had done 25 full laps before I had finished my 35. We still had time left, so I told him to just keep swimming only slower. I slowed down too, and when the watch screamed at me, letting me know the exercise was over, we had done 63 and a half laps all in all.

"We did more than Vanessa told us to! I'm proud of you Chico. Seriously proud. Keep it up and Father is going to have to reward us a lot tonight."

"You did good too," he told me, but I could tell he was proud of his own achievement.

We walked around the house hand in hand to enter our bedroom through the patio doors and ended up under the cold showers. There I rewarded him a little myself. I couldn't wank him, but I could, and I did, massage his sore shoulder and thigh muscles for him while we were showering.

***

"The cat wha-wat, whaled? walled the mousse…" I heard Chico read.

"Wait, let me see the book, that doesn't sound right at all," I said and snatched the book from Chico.

"The cat watched the mouse and…" I read out loud from the book, "See?"

"Oh. The cat what-watched the mouse and wow-won-wander if it woo-wood wan-want… want to be his fre-frin-find? This is a silly book, Søren."

"You're not reading it right. You'll learn to read it proper someday. Let me see again. The cat watched the mouse and wand… no, that's not it. Won-der-ed. Wondered. The cat watched the mouse and wondered if it would want to be his friend… Does it make more sense now?"

"Cats can't be friends with a mouse. It would want to eat it! It should wonder if it would taste good. Not if it would be its friend."

"Well, I didn't write the book. It's what it says. Maybe the cat is lonely and isn't hungry, maybe you'll get to know if you continue reading the book. It's not a big cat, it's just a little kitten. Like you."

"I'm not a kitten. I'm a boy!"

"Yes. A small boy. That there is a small boy cat."

"How can you tell? OH! Is that its… balls?"

"Yep. Right there under its little bum hole."

I wonder why the artist drew the cat with its tail lifted up high so you can see all of its private parts. Oh well. It doesn't matter. "Slowly pour one (1) cup of flower into the pot while stirring until it thickens."

While Chico had been reading out loud I had been studying the recipe for the meal we were going to prepare for dinner. It would be the first time I was in charge of dinner. But it didn't seem overly complicated. I had already cut the meat the day before under supervision of Vanessa and it was marinating in the fridge. All I had to do was pour all of the stuff in the bowl into a pot and brown the meat before I added water so it could cook for 30 minutes under lid. Then I had to add cream and the flower, and wait for it to thicken into a nice creamy sauce.

The thought made me hungry. But first, it was free time. The only time where we could act like the true boys we were. When the alarm went off, I told Chico to put his book back and fetch the small bag of marbles.

"I'm gonna win today," he declared when he walked out of the kitchen to get the marbles.

"Not a chance!"

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Chico didn't win that day as I had predicted. We had 20 marbles in all, and the game we played with them was simple. We played it on one of the terraces. This one had a completely flat surface, like it was made from poured concrete. I didn't know at the time, neither did I care, what it was made from. All that mattered was it made an excellent surface for shooting marbles up against the wall of the mansion.

The objective was to get your marble closest to the wall, but it had to bounce back from the wall in order to count. And since we sat on our knees and hands a good ten metres [30 feet] from the wall, it wasn't just a matter of rolling the marble gently. No, it required speed but only just the proper amount of it.

I always let Chico start out, he wasn't very good at the game but most eager to play. Maybe because the set of marbles was the only proper factory-made toy for children we had at the time. I would much rather have had a ball, any kind of ball really, but most of all a football. A round one. A soccer ball.

The lawns around the mansion were just begging for a couple of boys to play ball on them. It would likely have been disastrous if we had been allowed to do it. Two boys wearing footed fleece onesies and wellies trying to kick a ball in the proper direction?

That would be a sight for sore eyes. Isn't that what my father always said?

But the marbles were okay. For a short time, which was all we had to play with them anyway, before we once again had to go back to being slaves instead of just ordinary boys. I had to remind myself I wasn't merely a slave that day. I was like an overseer, a junior one maybe, but overseer all the same. I only had one charge, which was more than enough too.

"That's it for today, Chico. No more playing, we have to go wash up and start on dinner. We're having lamb stew tonight. With rice and garlic bread."

"I don't like garlic."

"That's okay. You get to peel the rice then."

"Peel the rice?"

I could tell he was trying to figure out if I was serious.

"No, I'm pulling your leg. They just have to be cooked right from the bag."

"You can pull your own leg! Don't trick me like that."

"If I'm going to pull on anything, I'd rather it was… well what can't be pulled, unless we're told to. Fat chance of that happening."

"Your winky?"

"Yea. My winky. Or yours. I can pull on that later, I hope."

"Me too."

***

Dinner had to be prepared first of all anyway. We had an hour and 9 minutes exactly until everything had to be sitting on the dining table, ready for Mr Abd. The recipe called for 60 minutes from start to finish, excluding the marinating of the meat which had already been done. I started with browning the meat while I had Chico chop onions. He didn't like that, as it made him cry, but it made me cry too and I was the boss. So the task fell to him.

While the meat browned, I chopped tomatoes, celery and carrots, making sure to check on the meat every so often. When the meat had browned all over, I poured the half cooked cubes onto a plate and dumped the veggies into the pot. I let them fry for ten minutes, then dumped the meat back in the pot. Added water with a bouillon cube into the pot, stirred it a bit until the water started boiling and then I placed the lid on it.

Meanwhile, Chico had set the table, this time there were only three to be seated at it. Mr Abd and Chico and me. I turned my focus to the garlic bread. It was just a loaf of bread, a baguette that I cut some slits in, into which I crammed the finely chopped garlic and olive oil. The loaf of bread went into the oven to bake, while Chico did the rice. He didn't peel them, he just dumped three cups of them, one for each of us, into the boiling water in another pot.

"They have cook for about 20 minutes. Then you move the pot off the burner and let the lid stay on it. After about ten minutes they will be ready to eat," I explained to Chico.

After 20 minutes of the stew simmering under lid, I gave it a stir while I slowly added the flour and cream and it was ready to eat. I had Chico slice the garlic bread into smaller manageable pieces and put them on a plate, then he went into the dining room and put it on the table.

"Can you get the wine, it's under the fridge in its own little cooler," I asked him when he came back to the kitchen.

"Can do. But I can't open it."

"I don't know how to either. Vanessa never showed how to. Father will have to open it himself. It can't be too much to do when we've done all the other stuff today."

Finally at 17:59 we stood behind our chairs at the table, faces and hands cleaned, aprons hung in the kitchen. And we were ready. The food was ready. The water for us boys was ready. The chilled wine for Father was ready too, only still within its bottle guarded by a metal top we didn't know how to get off.

That's the only thing he can possibly point his fingers at from what we to do today. He can't punish us for not knowing. That wouldn't be fair at all.

***

Mr Abd entered the dining room at 18:00 on the dot. He sat at the table and we sat down too.

"My compliments, boys. All looks and smells good. You've forgotten to pour wine into my glass, however."

"We tried to, Father," I explained, "but we couldn't get the top off the bottle."

"Vanessa didn't teach you?" He asked me.

"No, Father. There was so much I had to learn so maybe she forgot."

We watched while Mr Abd showed us the metal on the top of the bottle was only a thin layer of foil, easily cut through with a sharp knife. Then he showed us the cork inside and how to use a cork extractor to get it out. He didn't offer us a taste of the wine, but based on how his mouth always tasted after he had wine, we didn't miss out on anything.

"Of what I've heard of your conversations today, you've both done reasonably well. Chico, begin clearing the table while I have a chat with Søren," Mr Abd said after we had finished eating.

He waited for Chico to leave with the first items from the table then looked at me.

"Søren. I know you think of Chico as your friend, but when I leave you in charge of the household, he is not your friend, he is your subordinate. When he doesn't do what you tell him to, you will act immediately instead of hoping he will adjust. You finally spanked a bit of sense into him and it made everything much smoother afterwards, didn't it?"

"Yes, Father," I said and squirmed on my chair.

"So, tomorrow, if he again says he doesn't want to get out of bed, you will give him five points. If he gives you any attitude later, you will give him more points and if it doesn't help the first time, then you will spank him with a slipper. Severely!"

"Yes, Father."

"Good. Help your brother clear the table and clean the kitchen, and I will see you both in my bedroom at half past eight. I don't think either one of you deserves to be rewarded, but you didn't give him any points. You'll get your rewards, but you won't be liking them too much I think."

"Father?"

"Oh, you'll see. Now, you still have work to do."

"Yes, Father."

***

Chico and I got the kitchen and the dining room cleaned up in record time. When we were done, both rooms were spotless. As were our bodies when we had finished in the bathroom. We went through the mansion, wearing our freshly washed onesies, and stood outside the door to Mr Abd's bedroom when my watch told us both the time was 20:30.

I stopped the beeps and pushed open the door. I had spent time in Mr Abd's bedroom that morning, vacuuming it and changed the bedding, so I kind of knew what to expect when we walked through the door. Mr Abd's words of us being rewarded, but not going to be liking it, were however still on my mind.

"Up on the bed, boys," Mr Abd told us. He wasn't lying on it as per usual, though he was naked, when I saw him standing in front of a dresser.

"You both have zero points, but had Vanessa been here today, I'm sure that wouldn't be the case. Søren, you have exactly 15 minutes to reward Chico. If he doesn't reach his climax within the time limit, then it's just too bad. You may not touch his cock at all. The only way he will cum is if you can make him do so by his arse. You can use this vibrator and your mouth, tongue and fingers on and in his arse," he said and handed me a slim white plastic missile.

It was what it looked like, a small toy missile, which is probably how I would've played with it, had Mr Abd not told me where to put it. It was a bit thicker than my index finger and substantially longer.

"The time starts now."

"Chico, get on your hands and knees. And stay like that no matter what," I told him and when he got situated, I quickly unzipped his onesie. Only the flap in the rear, since I didn't need him naked and was on a tight schedule to get him to climax. Even tighter than the schedule Vanessa had made for the day.

Chico's bum was tight too and I couldn't just stick the vibrator into him and somehow get him off with it. I had to lubricate it first and Mr Abd hadn't given me any lube.

Oh well, it's not the first time I'll lick his bum. It doesn't taste so bad really, it just isn't my favourite thing to do.

I got him as wet as I could, wet my finger and carefully, but determinedly, began working it into the small boy's tight rear end. I couldn't do it as slowly as I wanted to, just had to get my finger in so I could widen his hole for the vibrator.

"Relax your hole. Push out like I've taught you," I said in a gentle voice.

Mr Abd didn't say anything, he was busy filming us. It was kind of distracting to me, though I don't think Chico cared much. He had his face pushed into the covers on the bed and grunted and panted as he tried to push open his bum hole.

"It's only my finger, Chico. I stuck my stiffy in your bum before and you liked it."

He told me it was wild. Isn't that the same? It doesn't matter, I've got to get my finger in.

"Push out now!" I told him and forcibly pushed my finger into his bum.

"Yeeow!" He whined into the covers.

But it really couldn't be hurting him so much as his outcry suggested. My finger went in fairly easy, slicked as it was by my saliva and I didn't stop until I couldn't push more of it inside of him. I didn't bother asking him if it felt nice, I knew from my own experience it didn't, not at first. He had to relax his bum hole first if that was to happen and he was squeezing it tightly around my finger.

"You gotta relax! Come on, it ain't so frigging hard to do," I ordered him.

"Ugh!" was his only reply.

I didn't move my finger for a while, but I kept the pressure up on it as he was doing everything he could to push it out of his narrow bum hole. It felt weird on my finger, being squeezed like that. If we had more time, I would've let him squeeze it more so I could determine if I enjoyed the sensation it created.

"Relax your bum. Don't try to push it out," I told him and gave his bum a semi-hard openhanded slap.

"Ow! Don't smack me," Chico mumbled into the bed covers.

"Then do as I tell you."

"I'm trying."

"Try harder. It's only my finger."

"Two minutes," Mr Abd said.

"Hear that? I only have 13 minutes left. I'm gonna take out my finger and put the vibrator in. Keep your bum relaxed."

"Nooo."

"I have to," I said and quickly pulled my finger out. Before he had time to do anything, I pushed the pointed tip of the vibrator into his bum. I didn't wait for him to relax, just proceeded to push more of it into his bum. The plastic vibrator offered less resistance than my finger had, though it was thicker, and it went further in than I had expected.

"Yeaoow!" Chico squealed and pushed himself forwards and away from me.

The flash from the camera suddenly shut off.

"Søren, be a little more gentle. It can cause serious damage if you push something too quickly into Chico," Mr Abd told me.

Like you pushing your dick into my bum can't cause serious damage!

"Chico, get back up where you were. Now!" Mr Abd said in a very firm voice and resumed recording.

"Come, Chico. I'll be more gentle. I'm sorry I hurt you. Don't you want your reward?"

"No! Leave me alone."

I sighed and shrugged helplessly up at Mr Abd. Unknowingly I made it look like I was fed up with the younger boy's behaviour. At least that is what it looked like to me when Mr Abd 20 minutes later played the movie on his widescreen TV while he "rewarded" me in the same fashion as I was rewarding Chico. The vibrator he used on me was far bigger than the one I finally managed to work into Chico's bum after slapping his bum as hard as I could three times. It looked as if I made the choice to do so, but Mr Abd had stopped filming us while he told me to slap Chico and then resumed filming only when I turned back to the boy to carry out his order.

I'm sure I don't have to tell you, but Chico never reached his climax that night. Neither did I, though Mr Abd spent a lot longer than I had been able to. He, Mr Abd, was the only one who came while he worked the large vibrator in and out of my bum. He went off into my mouth and he made me swallow every last drop of his sperm before he finally pulled the vibrator from my sore bum hole.

***

*Beep* *Beep* *Beeeeep*

No! Not yet. I'm not ready for another day. Lemme sleep!

*Beep* *Beep* *Beeeoouu…*

I swatted at the watch and the beeping stopped. I was knackered, and it was only day two of four. Actually, it was still much too early at 05:00 for it to be daytime. Much too early to be getting out of my warm cosy bed. I had to, however, if I was to have Mr Abd's breakfast ready on the table when he expected it. With the "reward" he had given me the previous evening fresh in mind, as well as in my bum, the fear of what Mr Abd would do to me if I didn't stick to the schedule made me slip out from under the covers.

Chico was still asleep when I made it back to our bedroom after getting breakfast ready for Mr Abd. He again lay with his bum sticking up high, but I wasn't going to follow through with my threat of pushing my finger into his bum hole. I had made a joke about doing so, but the novelty of it had kind of worn off with what Mr Abd had made me do to him. If his bum felt anything like mine, having something stuck into it would be the last thing he wanted.

I catnapped for the 25 minutes or so until the watch again alerted me to get out of bed. Chico got out of bed without having to be told twice, he probably thought I would be sticking my finger in his bum if he didn't.

"What does Vanessa want us to do today?" He asked when we sat at the kitchen table.

"Cleaning and dusting the library and Father's bedroom and bathroom. There's no laundry today. When we're done, we both have to work in the garden."

"Outside? It's raining."

"Is it? Oh wow, I haven't seen it raining since I got here," I got up and looked out the window. Sure enough, it was overcast and rained. Quite a lot too.

"We have to go out at 9:30. It's what the schedule says."

I didn't mind being outside while it rained, if I was outside to play. But working outside in the rain wasn't high on my list of wants. Working outside simply sucked, period.

***

The gardener was waiting for us when we got outside wearing our wellies and long warm coats. He shook his head at us.

"A little bit of rain and you dress like it's snowing. You won't be able to work like that. Go to the shed and take off your clothes. All of them, then put the coveralls on. You're going to get wet, but there's no reason to get your indoors clothing all wet too."

I was the temporary boss of the mansion while Vanessa and Mr Abd wasn't around, but the gardener clearly hadn't been told. Maybe he had and just didn't care, he sure didn't ask me for my opinion. I wasn't about to play up to him either, he was a tall man and strong. He had carried me all the way from the scariest room in the cellar and up into my bedroom. He had also switched me on my bare bottom when I hadn't worked as hard as he wanted me to. So I did what Chico did and walked to the shed without having to be told twice.

The coveralls had been large on us when we wore them with our onesies and were massive when we zipped them up over our naked bodies. The wellies were sized to fit over our footed onesies and weren't easy to walk in barefoot. It mattered not to the gardener, who had followed us into the shed and watched while we got changed. He sent Chico off with a small spade and a large bucket to start trimming the lawn next to the pathway connecting the mansion to an open-walled gazebo.

I was sent in the other direction, with a pair of scissors, to trim the grass that none of the lawnmowers could cut. I didn't have to pick up the clippings, but it was still tiring to crawl and cut the grass with the rather small scissors. Especially when I heard a small petrol engine fire up and could see one of the gardener's helpers walk with a string trimmer doing the same job as me. He did it so much faster and much more easily than me, though.

I wouldn't be able to carry that trimmer. It's far too long and probably too heavy.

It didn't occur to me that he could easily have done my stretch of grass too. I just wanted a better tool for the job than the scissors that only cut so little grass at a time.

After two hours in the pouring rain, both Chico and I were drenched. He was quite muddy from when he had used the spade to cut off small patches of grass and dirt growing over the edge of the stony path and placed them in the bucket. I was full of grass clippings that stuck to my wet coverall. I think my back was the only part of me that didn't have any clippings on it. The gardener had called us to him and he told us to head back to the shed.

"Remove the coveralls and hang them to dry, then wash your hands. After that go to your bathroom around the house and carry your jammies and coats there. There's no need to dirty them. Leave the boots and coats in the garage and take them into the utility room after you've showered," he ordered us.

You just want to gawk at our bodies. But, look all you want. That's all you get to do today.

I almost shook my bum at the gardener when Chico and I quickly walked naked in our wellies towards the garage but I kept myself in check. It would be too stupid pulling a stunt like that and risk a switching or worse, points. I didn't want any points, unlike Chico.

***

"Give me a point," he said when we showered after entering the mansion.

"Why? You won't get a reward tonight then."

"Exactly! Give me a point and punish me. I don't want to be rewarded again. Not like last night."

"But, I can't do that."

"Yes, you can! Just say, Chico, one point, and then smack me or whatever it is you gotta do so I can go to sleep," Chico insisted.

"Father will see right through that. He'll know it's only so you won't go to his bedroom. What he did last night was to teach us a lesson. He heard us talk and heard I smacked your bum so you wouldn't get any points. He made me stick that thing in your bum hole so I'll punish you, when you need to be punished from now on," I tried to explain.

"Then fucking punish me!" He said angrily.

"I can't! You haven't done anythi…"

And then he slapped me. Hard! The sting from his slap immediately caused tears to well up in the corner of my eyes.

"Chico!" I cried out both in surprise and pain.

"Punish me!" he shouted so loudly his words reverberated in the bathroom.

"Okay," I said sadly, "20 points."

"20?" He asked in utter disbelief.

"Yes. 20! You hit me! Think of what Vanessa would do to you if you slapped her like that. Ow, fuck, it still hurts!"

"Sorry."

"Yeah well, you will be mighty sorry tonight. You don't know what the punishment is. I do!"

"What is it?"

"Figging."

He gasped and his face paled from the single word.

"Oh no. Please, not that! My bum is still sore from last night," he whined, close to tears.

"You shoulda thought of that before you slapped the fuck out of my cheek. Well, you can think of it during the 25 minutes you have to lie with a ginger up your arse. And you will clench your arsehole tight up around it for the whole time as I will be watching you! Now fucking piss off and dry yourself. And stop fucking crying. You wanted me to punish you!"

***

I guess I was a bit harsher on Chico than I had to be. I made him prepare the ginger for dinner that evening and told him to put a peeled piece of it in a small cup of water. That way, the ginger wouldn't dry out and lessen the stinging from the oils in it. After dinner and our bedtime routines, I sat and watched over him for the full 25 minutes from when I pushed the ginger into his bum hole until I told him to push it out using only his bum muscles.

I should've made him eat the ginger after he pushed it out of his butt, not flush it in the toilet.

Chico had seriously pissed me off and hurt my feelings when he slapped me. That was by far the worse. But his punishment also meant I had to wait until 22:00 to go to Mr Abd's bedroom, instead of going there directly after brushing my teeth. Since Chico had made me punish him, of course he wasn't to be rewarded and thus there was no reason to go there early. No reason but for me to get a tiny bit more sleep.

I was still pissed off with Chico when I shut off the light and told him goodnight. Too pissed to fall asleep for the 90 minutes it took for the alarm to announce I had to get back up and go to Mr Abd's bedroom. But not too pissed for Mr Abd to suck me to a dry cum as his reward to me for not getting any points. Mr Abd's tongue and gentle biting into my foreskin made sure I momentarily forgot just how pissed I was at Chico.

The next two days, Mr Abd stayed at home because of the weekend. It didn't mean I had less to do, but it meant Chico actually listened to everything I told him. I was only happy when Vanessa arrived just before Chico and I went to bed Sunday evening and took the wristwatch with all its alarms away from me. I had done my job, the mansion was still standing and we hadn't gotten ourselves killed while she had been absent.

***

"So, Søren. After a bit of struggling the first two days, you finally found your feet," Mr Abd summarized, "I don't think I'll be asking you to do this again any time soon. You're still a bit too young to be trusted with so much responsibility."

"Yes, Father, I'm sorry," I said full of misery, shuffling my feet in front of his desk.

I let him down. I thought I could do it but I couldn't.

"Brighten up a little, boy. I'm not criticising you. You did as good a job as you could. No, that's not true, you did far better than anyone could've dared hope for. I'm sure if you and Chico were only a little older or a little more experienced, then I wouldn't be able to point my finger at anything. It's only little things you did wrong. And I'm sure you have learnt a great deal from this experience?"

"I've learnt a lot, Father, but not enough," I said truthfully.

"That depends on what the aim of all of this was. I had to give Vanessa a couple of days off, so she could go see her sick aunt. If not, she would've probably just left anyway, maybe for good. It was her first time off since I acquired you and Chico. The only option that would have left me, had she gone, would've been to lock you up in the cellar while I was attending my business meetings. Instead, well, it's not often I find myself struggling to find my words, but you've matured."

"Yes, Father."

"As for what will happen now. You lived up to your end of our agreement. I will live up to mine. Every other day, instead of exercising and studying, the both of you will spend two hours alone in one of the guestrooms. You can do anything you want to Chico, or have him do things to you, sexually or not, as long as it doesn't leave any lasting marks or breaks bones."

"Yes, Father. Thank you."

It didn't sound as intriguing as it had when he told me it would happen if I did a good job. I had matured over the four days, like Mr Abd had noticed. Then again, we would only be confined in the room for two hours every other day. We could simply spend the time sleeping or talking, or even playing games. It didn't have to be sexual games. Though I'm sure that was what he expected of me.

"The guestroom I have in mind is being remodelled as we speak. It will take a week before it is ready for you and your brother. Once it is, you and your brother will spend Monday, Wednesday and Friday afternoons locked up in there."

"Yes, Father. Uhm, what is being changed?"

"I'm having cameras installed. Lots of cameras. Including top of the range microphones. Don't worry, you won't be able to see any of them at all. The contractor will install them inside the walls. And the ceilings and the floor. The floor will be raised a little, and the ceilings will sit a little lower, but nothing you'll notice if you aren't aware of it. Everything you do in that guestroom and the adjoining bathroom will be recorded. The best bits will be used for movies."

"Everything? Even if we have to pee?"

"Everything! I want you to make sure you both pee and clean yourselves at the very beginning of your alone time."

I blushed at that. I didn't want anyone seeing me pee and even worse put a hose into my bum and let myself be filled with water. And then spurt it back out into the toilet after. That was private! If not private, then only for a very select few people to see, like Chico and Vanessa.

The entire world could be watching from now on. And hear it too!

It was so humiliating to me, but Mr Abd didn't seem to have a problem with it. As long as he could make money from filming it, nothing seemed to be too degrading. Hell, he'd even fuck an unconscious boy in the throat while making movies of it and put them on his servers for people to download it. Or stream it, whatever it was.

I won't be able to see the cameras. I can just pretend they don't exist at all. Why suuure I can. Shit!

***

I had a week to get used to doing stuff with Chico without being filmed. There were no cameras in our bedroom, none that I had been made aware of anyway. It was where I found myself with Chico. Vanessa had locked the door before telling us she'd unlock it after two hours had passed.

"Chico, we have to get clean. That's the first thing we gotta do after the door's been locked," I said and went into the bathroom to get started.

"Why?" He asked when he followed me.

"Because, it's nice to be clean. You don't like poop do you? Nah, I didn't think so either. Today we're just getting rid of it earlier than we usually do. We're gonna play a game. It's called sex."

"Father only makes us do that when he's around," Chico said hesitantly.

"Uhm, yeah. But, now we can play it without him, just you and me. We can do lots of stuff that feels nice. I know a lot and I'm sure we can think of new ways to play too. But first, we got to be clean."

We did our evening routines, though it was only 14:30. Back in the bedroom, I got onto my bed and patted the mattress next to me.

"C'mere so we can have fun."

"Do I have to? I don't wanna."

I had free reins as to what I'd do to or with the smaller boy. Vanessa had told him in words even he could comprehend that he was to do everything I told him to. I only had to make up my mind of how to get him onto my bed, because we were going to play sexy games, whether or not he wanted to.

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"Sir, Father said I had to do everything I could to make you happy and let you do anything you want to me," I told him.

"I guess that means you want me to be in charge, youngling. That's fine by me. Let's start with you on your knees, come lick my cock clean. Get it hard for me without using your hands, slave."

I gulped, but couldn't say anything but "Yes, Sir."

Mr Abd had in fact told me to do whatever Mr Harris demanded of me. Anything that wouldn't leave scars or kill me. And sucking Mr Harris after he had just peed, though there probably still was a bit of pee left in his floppy dick, wouldn't kill me.

It's still gross!

Accepting my destiny of being a slave hadn't be easy at first, when I came to Mr Abd's house in the back of Vanessa's van, but that night with Mr Harris I did as he commanded without needing to be told twice. It was all sorts of degrading to submissively kneel for the man in front of the toilet he had just peed into and hadn't flushed. I closed my eyes, sought out his dick with my mouth and I could tell how moist it was when the foreskin touched my lips.

I had to force myself to relax my jaw and open my mouth just enough to be able to suck in his limp dick. The pee I could taste on his dick was salty and bitter, but in a weird way somewhat better than the sperm of various men I had tasted so many times before. I soon got used to the taste of his pee, maybe because there was so little of it, maybe because I simply had no option but to get used to it. I was worried Mr Harris would take offense if I were to back off his dick and spit out the bitter-tasting saliva in my mouth.

"Suck harder, push my foreskin back with your lips and lick the head. It'll take much more than what you're doing now to make me hard," Mr Harris told me, "Are you a little cunt, slave? Were you really meant to be a girl and not a boy?"

His insults were severe and they went right in through my ears and into my brain. There they were immediately computed and orders were sent to my mouth, lips and tongue. I wasn't sure if he thought a boy by default should be better at sucking his dick than a girl, but I was determined to show him that this boy knew how to suck. Rather than get rid of the bitter saliva in my mouth I tried to generate even more of it.

I need to make my mouth sloppy wet, that's what most seem to like.

After five minutes of my mouthwater drooling out of my mouth onto his balls and my tongue doing laps around his bared dick head, he still hadn't gotten hard. His dick just flopped around and it made me wonder if I really was no better than a useless girl.

If I'm no better than a girl, I could've just as well let Major Huda chop off my worm and nuts. Then I could at least have continued on my mission. Now, I'm stuck here and have to do this for the rest of my life! No! Don't be a wimp and cry, grow up!

I swallowed in a desperate attempt to stop myself from crying. The floppy dick stretched due to the vacuum generated in my mouth by my exaggerated swallowing.

"Yeah, slave! Eat my cock! That's it. Damn, keep swallowing boy, don't stop now."

Finally I could tell something happened to the dick in my mouth, it got firmer and grew in size seemingly for every time I swallowed. It never grew as large as Mr Abd's stiffy, fortunately so, as Mr Harris held my head firmly up against his midsection. I had to forcibly tilt my head backwards when I needed a breath of air through my nose as he simply wouldn't let go of me.

"Oh yes, I can tell why Mr Abd loves you. Just a few more minutes of this, boy. Then I should be good and ready."

Father loves me? Naah, and what will you be ready for?

I only had little time to worry as he began to fuck my mouth. His dick went further into my mouth when he pushed his hips forwards and drove his pubic mound right up against my upper lip. My nose smashed into his body at the end of each of his instrokes and was ground into his trimmed pubic hair when he made sure his dick could get no further inside of me and I gagged whenever his dick head touched my palate and pushed my uvula out of the way.

It seemed it had been much longer than a couple of minutes when he pulled me close for the last time, and held me there with his dick head in my throat for at least 20 seconds, before he shoved hard at my forehead. I was caught off guard and tumbled backwards onto the hard tiled floor with a small surprised shriek.

"Get into the bedroom, slave. Crawl as low as you can all the way."

"Y-yes, Sir," I croaked between coughs.

He followed me in close pursuit, all the while wanking his stiffy sticking out the fly of his suit trousers.

"Not the bed, slave. You haven't earned that privilege. Crawl to the chair over there and lean right over the seat of it."

I slid across the hardwood floor and tried to use my short finger nails for leverage when my knees kept sliding out from underneath me. I cursed myself for having mopped the floor earlier in the evening, it was so slippery I almost couldn't gain any momentum. I finally got to the chair helped by Mr Harris' repeatedly kicking my feet and bum.

"Right over the chair. Grasp the legs of it with your hands and don't let go."

When I did that, I heard the tell-tale sound of a switchblade unfolding and Mr Harris grabbed the neck opening of my onesie.

"Sir?" I cried out in surprise when he began cutting through the only remaining clean onesie I had left.

"Keep your mouth shut, slave. I want you naked."

You could've just told me to take it off. I could have gotten naked right quick. Oh my, what will Vanessa say now?

She had made it very clear I always had to mind my onesies, they were custom-tailored and in her words extremely expensive. So far, the four I had been issued were still in extremely good condition. Perhaps the colours in the print had faded just a tiny bit, but there were absolutely no tears or holes in them.

Well, I only have three now. This one is done for.

Mr Harris had cut right down to the zipper going across my lower back and had a bit of difficulties cutting through it. He wasn't discouraged, just kept seesawing the knife until it finally tore through the zipper so he could proceed. He continued the cut all the way down the rear of my left leg, then went back up and cut the right leg of the onesie open.

"Much better. You sure are a pale boy, doesn't your master ever allow you out to play in the sun?"

"Sir, he…"

"I told you to keep your mouth shut!"

Then stop asking me questions! Father lets me swim naked. I can't be as pale as you think I am.

My skin soon changed colours. He used his belt to whip me, mostly on my buttocks, but went up over my back too. I kept clinging to the chair legs while reminding myself that Mr Abd would punish me far worse if I did something to make Mr Harris back away from the deal they had struck. I even managed to keep my mouth shut by grinding my teeth and groaning instead of crying out when the belt struck my body.

"You're a good slave, youngling," he said when he finally stopped lashing the belt at me, "Not many of mine can take a lashing like that without screaming for mercy."

I didn't feel like a good slave, I felt like a little boy who had been whipped for no reason at all. A boy who had no option but to allow it to happen. I didn't have any say in whether I wanted to lay on the bed either, nor if I wanted him to climb on top of me and fuck me like a crazed man. As that is what he did. He weighed me down, lay fully on top of me, while I tried hard not to enjoy his damned near-perfect sized dick pushing in and out of my butthole.

He flogged me for no reason! I cannot allow myself to like the way he fucks me. But, oh! When it goes in and hits right there, it feels so bloody nice.

The scent of his deodorant, easy to pick up as my head was caught in one of his armpits, was fascinating to me. It was so different from Mr Abd's, not to mention the dash of perfume Vanessa wore, or the overpowering sickening sweet-smelling perfume of Madam's. I finally allowed myself to be carried away in the scent of ginger, leather and something else I couldn't tell what was. All I knew is Mr Harris smelled nice, and he fucked me like he was a professional porn star. He made me sound like I was one too.

***

I woke when the first light of the sun pierced through the small gap in the curtains. Mr Harris had allowed me to stay in bed with him. Rather, he had never let go of me, when he gasped that final time when he came from fucking me. He had pulled out of my bum and let the first two or three ropes of sperm shoot onto my back, then pushed his dick back into my bum hole and left it there for the rest of his orgasm.

Some time during the few hours of sleep, I had managed to get, his dick had slipped out of me. I slipped out from under his arm too, being careful not to wake him. Mr Abd had told me to spend the night with his new business partner, but it wasn't night any longer. It was early morning, around half past five or so, and I was no longer required to stay with the man who had treated me like the slave I truly was, whether I wanted to be one or not.

I silently stepped into the shredded onesie and held it as tightly around me as I could. I could have just carried it in my hands, I suppose, it really didn't make much difference at all, but I couldn't walk through the house naked. At least it covered the front of me when I made my way over to the door and opened it.

"Thank you, youngling," I heard Mr Harris say from the bed just when I quietly shut the door.

I hurried down the steps and through the long main corridor of the mansion and only thought myself safe after I shut the door to my bedroom. Chico was there, sleeping in his bed, as per usual with his bum reaching for the sky underneath his covers.

"Careful, boy, someday, someone other than me is gonna fuck that tight end of yours. You better hope it'll be Mr Harris and not Father. His dick is smaller," I whispered almost silently to the sleeping boy while I went past him to get to the bathroom.

I needed a shower, I could still smell Mr Harris' deodorant on my body, and though I spent a long time soaping myself up, I just couldn't quite get rid of the smell. It kept reminding me of the night, how Mr Harris had forced me to suck on his dick and how I most surprisingly had managed to deepthroat him. Of course, it also reminded me of how it had made me feel when he had fucked me, like he was a machine, for such a long period of time.

And now I have to spend all day showing him around and pray to the Gods he won't force me to suck his dick again!

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"If it pleases you, Sir, I'd like to show you what I have learned so far," I told him.

I could hear the uncertainty in my voice when I said the words. But I wasn't just a decorative piece of furniture or a warm sheath for a dick. I knew how to use my body to satisfy men. As the Gods, all 12 of my own and the fake one that everyone seemed to worship in this part of the world, were my witnesses, I had picked up a thing or two during my almost two years away from my family. I had been forced to learn how. On more than one occasion it had probably saved my life too.

Mr Abd had never allowed me to decide what to do when he wanted me in his bedroom, he was much more interested in just using my body the way he wanted to. The man in front of me, Mr Harris, wanted me to think of ways to give him pleasure. No, not merely think, but to do them.

I was a bit overwhelmed of the many options running through my mind, but I knew we at least had to move from the bathroom into the guestroom first.

Well, we could've done it in the bathroom too. In the shower or the bath, but a soft bed is much better.

"Okay then, youngling. Mr Abd likes you a lot. I hope to find out what all the fuss is about."

"Father likes me?" I blurted out. The unlikelihood of that was too hard to simply ignore.

"Yes, he must like you. He said no to 15% of the profits just to make sure you aren't seriously injured in any movie."

I shoulda paid more attention to what they said! Mr Abd doesn't like me, he uses me for his own pleasure. He also lets Vanessa torture me.

"No, Sir. It's because Father paid a lot of money for me," I said feeling confident that was the reason.

"How much? Millions?"

"Sir?" I gasped, "No, not millions. He paid 18,500 in pure gold."

"Mr Abd could've gotten five times that if he'd only let me film your circumcision."

"How much?" I asked, my manners completely forgotten.

"That's right. I've been offered 200,000 to film a white boy having his foreskin removed. Like a documentary of how things worked a long time ago. But, Mr Abd said no so I'll have to find another boy to star in that movie. Well, it won't just feature the circumcision, it will depict how a boy is captured, readied for auction and his new life with his master."

That will be a boring movie. Most I do here is work, the same things every day. But my little hood is worth 200,000 in gold to Mr Abd? I wonder how much the rest of me is worth then.

"Sir, please, sit on the bed," I said instead of asking how much he thought all of me was worth, reminding myself that a conversation, regardless of how interesting it was to me, probably wasn't what Mr Harris was interested in. He wanted to have sex with me and Mr Abd had made it very clear I was to do everything I could to make Mr Harris happy.

***

I still couldn't get over the fact that the little piece of floppy skin on my worm was worth so much when I helped Mr Harris remove his suit jacket.

Well, even if it is worth a lot of money, I still won't let anyone cut it off. Although, Mr Abd's dick works fine without a hood. Maybe if someone would pay me 200 grand I would let them cut it off.

When he was naked, I found Mr Harris' dick turned out to work fine too, though I had to put in a lot of effort to make it stiff. His dick had a hood like mine and it wasn't as big as Mr Abd's. Though I never put a ruler up against Mr Abd's dick, I think it was about 18 cm [7"] long, which would have made Mr Harris' 14 or 15 cm [5.5 to 6"] when it finally reached its full length inside of my mouth.

I did it! I got all of his dick in my mouth. Almost anyway!

I was proud of myself when I realized my lips were touching Mr Harris' carefully trimmed pubic hairs and looked up to see if he had noticed it too. When I saw him looking back at me I took a deep breath through my nose. I had a lump in my throat from fear of not being able to finish what I had started and I instinctively swallowed to get rid of it. Before I really knew what was happening, I could feel the very tip of Mr Harris' dick enter my throat.

It didn't set off my gag reflex, like Mr Abd's always did, not instantaneously anyway. When I felt the onset of the sickening contractions of my chest, I pulled my head back a little. It wasn't to be so easy to master the art of deep-throating but at least I had managed it for five seconds or so. Mr Harris petted my head in appreciation of my achievement.

"Very well done. It's seldom anyone is able to get my prick hard in such little time. My only regret of being a porn producer is I see so much sex it makes the real thing rather boring. Would you like to show me your body? I do appreciate a good blow, but I'd love to see what you look like without those PJ's."

"Mine isn't as big as yours, Sir," I apologized in advance.

"Youngling, big pricks aren't always better. When it comes to someone like you, having a small prick is no disadvantage. Quite the opposite."

"It isn't that small. Chico's is smaller than mine," I said, a bit offended that he seemed to think I had a tiny dick, "But he's only six, Sir," I added.

"Well, take off that silly thing. Let me see for myself."

He was right about the onesie being silly with its endearing design, like Madam had called it, though I'd call it babyish. The cream coloured fleece onesie had bunnies on it. Baby bunnies, some of them wore diapers, a few had bare bottoms. Most of them sucked on pacifiers. I had gotten used to wearing the onesies, they were quite comfortable, except from when I had to go outside. Then they were much too warm. But inside the mansion, they were just right. Perfect really, except for the baby bunnies all over them.

I've even gotten used to the bunnies. Nobody ever mentions them, only Mr Harris just now. And Madam. But I won't see her ever again.

I tugged down the zipper on the front of my onesie, all the way to where it ended just above my dick.

"Yeah, baby," Mr Harris said encouragingly.

He wanked his dick, in the same manner I often wished to be able to wank my own stiffy, but never did from fear of being punished. My worm was still flaccid when I worked my shoulders out of the onesie. I didn't put on a show for Mr Harris, I only wanted the onesie out of the way so he could see for himself that my worm wasn't tiny.

"That's what I call a nice prick," he said when I had gotten the onesie down to my mid-thighs and stood pushing my pelvis out towards him.

"You can touch it, Sir."

"Do you want me to?"

"Please."

He reached out with his left hand while he kept wanking himself with the other. Immediately he expertly skinned the hood all the way back and studied the helmet-shaped head that had been hiding within. I shivered when his thumb went across the underside of my dick head. His thumb slid smoothly on the film of moisture I could see gleam in the light from the ceiling lamp.

Is that pee? Gods, please don't let it be pee. Mr Harris will not be pleased… What's he doing?

He licked at his thumb right where it had touched my worm.

"Mmm," he groaned, "I love the first taste of a clean boy. Please, you will let me sample it directly from the source before the night is over?"

"Uh…" I uttered while desperately trying to comprehend what he was asking for. I thought it was my pee he meant. Especially from the discussion about pee I had with Chico when we had been showering earlier that day.

Does he want me to pee in his mouth? Could I do that?

"Please, youngling. You have to let me suck your prick. It's so tasty!"

"Oh! Well, if you must, Sir," I said teasingly, all the while a sense of power went through my body. It made my worm begin to inflate on its own.

"Yes! Oh yes, look at you. No, your prick isn't tiny, it's just the right size for you. Ah, the list of things to do with it just keeps getting longer."

I was thrilled he liked my stiffy and smiled at his words.

"Too bad, Mr Abd would never let me pierce it. A steel rod right through the head would look so nice."

My smiled faltered and so did my stiffy.

"Suck on it," I commanded him before my worm got too droopy, "Suck it all and suck it well!"

"You make me very happy, youngling," Mr Harris said and moved so he could obey my command.

He sucked me, not just my dick, but my nuts too, vigorously, with a passion that surpassed Mr Abd when he'd reward me for being a good boy. It wasn't long until I had to beg him to stop. The first orgasm ploughed through my body and left my stiffy much too sensitive for me to stand his powerful licking and sucking. Besides, he had a stiffy too, and I was still the slave, though he had allowed me a brief taste of power.

Instead of letting him take charge, I pushed at his shoulders and he let himself fall back on the bed. I sucked on his dick, almost as feverishly as he had, but stopped short just before he shot his sperm. I spat on his dick, then dribbled even more spit onto it and began climbing on top of him.

"You do know how to please a man," Mr Harris said when I grabbed hold of his ramrod erection and guided it towards my butthole.

"Yes, Sir," I agreed and gently lowered myself onto his dick.

It was far easier to accept inside of me, both because it was smaller than Mr Abd's which I had gotten somewhat used to being forced inside of me, but also because I was in control of the insertion. I rode his dick, slowly at first until my hole relaxed around it, picking up speed and flexed my hips to try to make it hit the magic button in my bum on every inwards stroke. When it wasn't enough to make me orgasm another time, I grabbed my stiffy and pounded it while I kept slowly rocking my hips up and down.

I almost blacked out when the second orgasm shot through me. The double stimulation from being fucked by, or more accurately fucking myself on Mr Harris' perfect-sized dick, and finally being able to manipulate my stiffy the way I knew best, greatly exceeded even the best of Mr Abd's rewards. I fell forwards, out of breath, and ended up being hugged by Mr Harris.

"Thank you, Sir" I said quietly and most sincere.

"You are a hot boy, youngling. I'll make a star out of you."

Whatever. I just want to sleep now. But I can't leave him hanging like this. His dick is still hard. I can feel it lying in my crack.

"Sir, please use my bum as you want."

"Your wish is my command, Soren."

I didn't correct him mispronouncing my name. I only clung to his body when he turned in the bed and ended up with me underneath him. Then helped him get my ankles in place on his shoulders. And moaned and cried when he demonstrated his talent of prolonged power-fucking.

***

I woke the next morning a bit disorientated. It wasn't unusual for me to wake up with an extremely sore and well-used butthole, but it was the first time in a very long time I woke up in a bed that wasn't my own. Mr Harris held me close to his chest and I was using his bicep for my pillow. It wasn't the most uncomfortable situation I had woken to, but it was morning and Mr Abd had only told me to spend the evening and night with his guest.

Gently, so to not wake Mr Harris, I slipped under his arm and quietly put on my onesie. I was halfway to the door when Mr Harris spoke to me.

"Thank you, youngling. It's been a while since I had such a willing boy."

"You're welcome, Sir," I said and left the guestroom gently shutting the door behind me.

I went to my bedroom where Chico was still snoozing somewhere deep underneath his covers. I never could tell which way he was facing, though his bum was always somewhere in the middle of the bed raised high into the air.

If Mr Harris saw you like this, Chico. Then he'd fuck the crap right out of your little bum. Sheesh that man can fuck for a long time. And hard.

It was still a bit too early to rouse Chico for the day, so I went and had a shower instead. Though I kind of liked the smell of Mr Harris' deodorant on my body, it also made me horny. He had fucked me very hard for a very long time, but he had never forced himself on me like Mr Abd did. He had even treated me like I was his master, which had not only been fun but also stimulating. I needed to wash his smell off of me so I wouldn't walk around with a perpetual stiffy pushing out my onesie.

It's bad enough I have to spend all day showing him around knowing we won't be able to have sex again.

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"Chico, it'll be fun! It's not going to be like when Father tells me to do something to you. You can say no if you don't like what something feels like and we'll do something else instead."

"You promise?"

"Yeah, I promise. We're not gonna do anything that won't feel good to both of us," I solemnly said and meant every word too.

He must've been able to tell my sincerity as he without further hesitation sat next to me on my bed.

"What're we gonna do?" He asked.

"Why don't we start by…" I said like I was in deep thought, then proceeded with glee, "tickling?"

I never gave him any time to accept my idea, just began tickling his little naked body everywhere I could reach. A surprised squeal and then gales of laughter rang out in our bedroom, while I mercilessly switched between gentle touches and much fiercer tickling. I was glad he had peed only 20 minutes earlier or he would've wet my bed for sure. Chico was extremely ticklish, almost worse than I was. His feeble attempts to tickle me back were however quite easily brushed away with my somewhat greater reach, not to mention me outweighing him by several kilos.

Somehow I ended up sitting on top of his butt, pushing him down into the mattress while I tickled the sole on one of his small feet. He was laughing so hard he almost cried when I finally let go of his ankle and pirouetted on top of his butt until I faced the same way he was. It didn't take me long to lie down on top of him.

"Ugh, you're squishing me," he objected out of breath from laughing and giggling for so long.

"Sorry," I said and quickly moved some of my weight over onto my elbows and knees, "Better?"

"Mm, yeah. That wasn't fair."

"Maybe not, but it was fun," I mumbled and used my nose to caress his nape. The short hairs he had there tickled my nose, though not enough for me to stop. His hair smelled nice and clean and he almost purred from the sensation when I began placing small kisses just below his hairline.

"I like you a lot, Chico," I whispered into his ear when my mouth got close to it and then I kissed the lobe.

"I like you too," he said when I licked his lobe and then, "Eww, don't lick into my ear. It feels horrible."

It tastes horrible too. Damn earwax!

"Turn your head a little," I told him.

Chico had pushed his forehead into the mattress and blocked me from getting to the more interesting parts of his face. When he rested his cheek on the bed I immediately went for broke and kissed his small narrow lips. They tasted much better than his bitter earwax had, the flavour of mint from the toothpaste was still strong, but I could taste something else as well. It was the taste of Chico I had on my lips and picked up with my tongue when I used it to moisten them.

I can't really describe what he tasted like, other than of course the strong mint from the toothpaste, possibly he didn't even have a distinct taste. But, there was something that told me it was the aroma of Chico I had on my lips. And I knew I had to taste it again, and directly from the source, not just the slivers I had gotten on my lips. Chico and I had kissed before, of course, but it had either been while a camera was recording it or just a little boyish peck to seal a promise.

This time, we were all alone and there wasn't a bright light trained on our faces. And we kissed, not just because we both wanted to kiss but because it felt right to kiss each other. We kissed for a couple of minutes in the uncomfortable position until Chico wanted to turn around and face me properly. We never broke the seal made by our lips while we quickly got resituated on the bed. I simply pushed myself up a little more and Chico hurriedly rotated underneath me.

I dug my arms in under his shoulders and used the palm of my hands to push his head up towards me while we continued to kiss. Though we kissed open-mouthed and touched tongues, it wasn't a hungry kiss. It wasn't a kiss to get us sexually excited, no it was a loving, caring kiss. We kissed almost slowly, calmly, without feeling a pressure to end it and move onto something else that would end in one or both of us climaxing in a powerful orgasm.

The kiss wasn't just a bump in the road, an obstacle that had to be cleared, before the more interesting stuff could take place. No, the kiss itself was the interesting stuff. Yes, I had a stiffy and so had Chico, but neither of us paid them any mind. We had often had stiffies before, stiffies that had to be ignored until they would disappear on their own or we'd risk being punished for fiddling with them. Thus I didn't even notice that our dicks had gotten hard at first, and when I did, it didn't take much energy to ignore them.

Our extremely long kiss was so much better than anything else we could have possibly done that first day where I could have done anything I would've wanted to the smaller boy. And we kept kissing until both of us were all kissed out.

"I… I think I love you," I breathed out when I moved my mouth away from Chico's and rested my head next to his, cheek against cheek.

I didn't know what it was supposed to feel like, if I truly, honestly, loved someone. I knew my heart was beating quite rapidly in my chest, it felt like I had a full pack of butterflies doing cartwheels in my stomach and I was feeling very lightheaded. I felt secure, at home, right at that very moment. I could've been in the world's most unpleasant place and would've felt all was perfectly alright, as long as I would be lying on top of Chico, hugging him close while caressing his cheek with my own.

That's gotta be love. Or something?

He didn't verbally express his feelings towards me, but I felt him hug me closer after I said what I felt for him. We lay like that for a long time, just holding onto each other, until we both heard our door being unlocked. Chico was out of my bed and almost into his own before Vanessa opened the door and peeked in through the gap.

"I hope you enjoyed yourselves, boys. It's time to get started on dinner," she said and shut the door, leaving us alone again.

I had the best time of my life! And come Wednesday, I'll be having it again.

I looked over at Chico. He smiled shyly at me. I could see in his eyes that he had enjoyed it too. If his eyes hadn't given away the fact, his winky did when he swung his feet out over the edge of his bed. It was a full-fledged stiffy the boy sported. It was almost a shame we had to pretend none of us could see it, but we had to get dressed and go to the kitchen so we could cook dinner.

***

Two days later, like Mr Abd had promised me, I found myself locked inside with Chico in our bedroom. This time, we skipped the tickling and went straight onto the kissing. The little guy had other ideas than just kissing, however, and he began humping me while he kissed me.

"Are… you… horny?" I asked in between kisses. It was a silly question, but I wanted to hear him say it.

"Mm, yeah. I didn't get a reward last night," Chico reminded me.

"Aww, my poor little brother. Stop wasting energy pumping your winky into my belly. Scoot up and I'll suck it for you."

"Can I hump your mouth?"

"If you do it more carefully than you humped my belly, then okay. You almost punched a hole in it."

He quickly got himself situated and pointed his stiffy down towards my mouth. He began to slowly fuck my mouth but soon forgot all what I had said about being careful. Though it kind of hurt my nose every time he pushed his little dick all the way into my mouth, I let him do it. It wasn't often Mr Abd gave him permission to do something that would allow him to choose how and when he'd get his kiddy cum and it was kind of stimulating to let the younger and smaller boy fully dominate me.

The small gasps and happy sounds coming from his mouth told me he enjoyed it a lot too. When his thrusts became a bit too erratic and he began to accidently pull his winky all the way out of the warm wet tunnel formed by my lips, I clasped his bum in my hands. I didn't do anything to slow him down, only restricted how far back he could pull his hips. If anything, I encouraged him to fuck my mouth harder and quicker by pulling on his buttocks at the end of his out thrusts.

It didn't take long before he responded to my hand movements and he gave it everything he had inside of him to fuck as hard as he could. He even reached down to grab hold of my head and started moving it in sync to his thrusts. When he drove his hips forwards, propelled by my hands, he tugged hard on my head and pulled it towards his body.

OW! He'll end up giving me a nosebleed if he keeps doing that.

His pubic mound, where hairs would one day sprout, wasn't thick enough to cushion my nose from crashing into his hard and non-flexible pubic bone. When he did it another couple of times and didn't seem to be too worried about my nose, I tilted my head backwards. It put a strain on my neck, but it was better than ending up with a nosebleed or worse, a broken nose. It would've been too hard trying to convince Vanessa that my nose had gotten hurt during sex and not a fight.

As luck would have it, Chico didn't care about edging himself towards his kiddy cum. He was on the final leg before touch-down and he just wanted to get there as soon as possible. Almost abruptly he pushed himself off me and ended up lying face down next to me on my bed.

"Man, that was good!" He stated after he caught his breath.

"You really went for that one. My lips are sore and you almost broke my nose," I accused him.

"Gimme a second and I'll kiss them better."

"Mm, that's not too much to ask for, I think."

I patted his bum, at that moment it was the easiest accessible part of his body. His butt cheeks were fully relaxed and felt warm and pliable under my fingers. He was warmer, and slightly sweaty, in the crack of his bum. I caressed the very top of the cleft, lazily.

"You got hairs on your bum," I told him softly. I hadn't noticed them before, but there was a layer of tiny ultrafine hairs on his buttocks. The light was just right to see them.

"I don't!" He said and flexed his buttocks.

"You do too. They are so soft."

He didn't bother starting an argument of whether he had hairs on his bum or not, he just shifted down the bed to where I couldn't so easily touch his bum anymore. He sought out my mouth and kissed my lips. His small pecks felt soothing, which was nice indeed, but my stiffy was too hard to keep ignoring for long.

"Can I hump your mouth like you did?" I asked. It only seemed fair I got to do the same to him as he had to me.

"Nuh-uh. Your stiffy is much bigger than mine."

"It isn't that much bigger. Only 2 or 3 cm [~1"]."

"You'll make me barf if you hump my mouth. I'll suck on it?"

"Hmm. Well, if I can't hump your mouth, will you let me hump your butt then?"

I had fucked him in the bum before and I must say I quite liked it. His little bum hole felt as if it was made just for my stiffy, the two were like a perfect match.

"Okay, but you hafta lick it first."

I scrunched up my nose in playful disgust. Well, not entirely playful, his bum crack was sweaty and while I knew his sweat had to be fresh since we had only just showered, sweat was still sweat.

"Only if you suck on my stiffy while I lick your bum."

"'K," he said and pecked my lips again. This time, the peck turned into a kiss, a deep and very long kiss.

He turned around and climbed on top of me. I reached back, grabbed my pillow and used it to prop up my head. With him almost squatting on top of me it was easy to lick at his sweaty bum hole while he sucked on my stiffy. I don't know why he thought my fucking his mouth would make him sick, he sure didn't have any problems sucking all of it on his own. I felt his hot breath on my balls when he went all the way down on my dick.

"Don't make me cum, I wanna pump your bum," I told him.

"You gonna pump it hard?"

"Very hard. Just the way you like it."

"Mmm," I heard him hum when he sucked in my dick again.

He almost made me reach the top before he stopped sucking me and spat a couple of times on my throbbing hard-on. It was decidedly wet from his spit when he got up and looked at me to see where I wanted him.

"Rest your belly and chest on the bed. I want to try something."

I had to rearrange his body a bit before I was happy with how he was lying on the bed. He had his knees bent a little, his toes was the only part of his body to touch the floor. All I had to do was push down on his lower back and make sure he wasn't able to straighten out his legs and he'd be going nowhere, no matter what he'd try to do.

Though, all he has to do is ask me to stop and I will.

With my pillow protecting his thighs from the steel frame of my bed, Chico was ready to be fucked. I had told him I wanted to fuck him hard and that was what I did after a short moment of letting him get used to the feeling of my stiff prick fully inside of his tight bum. The brief pause before I started pounding him was more than Mr Abd ever allowed me to have before he'd fuck me. Still, it wasn't nearly enough time for his bum hole to fully relax around my stiffy.

He was still tight when I began the first of many assaults on his stuck-in-place bum. Just the way I enjoyed his bum hole to be, a warm clinging band nearly choking my stiffy, resisting it's in and out movements. The boy squealed and the frame of the bed rattled when I really began pumping him, which is what we called it. In reality, it was fucking as madly as one could, with no regard to the wellbeing of the one being fucked.

The gasps and moans, intermixed with the squeaks and creaks from the bed, were so loud I'm sure Vanessa was able to tell exactly what it was we were doing. I wasn't worried of her walking in on us, we still had plenty of time until she'd unlock the bedroom door. All I worried about was if I'd be able to make it last for as long as I wanted to. And of course, I knew I couldn't. But, I also knew I'd be able to try again two days later. If Chico would agree to it.

Surely he is going to. Just listen to him, those are happy moans.

Chico did agree to me pumping him again, just like I had predicted he would. However, he didn't want to bend over the bed like I had made him. He much preferred it when I'd take him like a dog on top of the bed, where he could push back and meet my thrusts. The only thing we could've wished for was for my stiffy to be longer. Not bigger, certainly not in girth, just longer. A lot longer. If it had been, I'm sure I wouldn't have had to reinsert it as often as I found myself doing back then. I guess, the only bonus to me having to do that, was it prolonged the time it took for me to cum and made my stiffy much too sensitive to keep going.

***

While I knew it would happen, I wasn't feeling all too happy about having to be locked up in the remodelled guestroom. Chico didn't know, and couldn't see, that there were cameras all over the place. I couldn't see them either, but I knew they were there. And knowing my every move was being recorded made me feel terribly self-conscious. I only knew there were lots of cameras in the room and bathroom, I didn't know where they were, hence I didn't know if there were any blind spots for the cameras.

Instead, I tried to picture where I would have made sure a camera would be able to film the stuff taking place. The queen-sized bed in the guestroom was a given, it was probably covered from several angles. The couch in there, likely so. As was the low bench in front of the bed, at the foot end. I know now that bench is supposed to be where you can put your clothes before going to bed, back then I only thought of it as a strange place to be wanting to sit. But it was a surface, and any surface could be used to have some sort of sex on.

The bathroom, which is where Chico went right after the entry door had been locked after us, was likely full of cameras too. There had to be at least one trained on the shower stall, with its single detachable showerhead on a hose, so you could hold it in your hand and spray water at places otherwise hard to wash. Then there was the toilet, and though I personally wouldn't want to watch anyone using one, I could still remember Mr Abd's words.

"I want you to make sure you both pee and clean yourselves at the very beginning of your alone time."

"I gotta go, Søren. Will you get the poop exploder ready?" Chico asked while he unzipped his onesie so he could work it down and get his dicky fished out from it.

I blushed at his childish description of the enema kit. There was only one of them in the bathroom, like there was only the one toilet, Chico was going to pee into. It meant we had to take turns, first filling our bums with water, then expel it into the toilet after.

That's why Mr Abd gave us an hour more of 'alone time'. I thought he was just being nice. But it's so people can really see what happens without having to watch the both of us at the same time.

Well, Mr Abd had been nice, sort of, as the water faucet in this bathroom had two handles, one for cold and one for hot water. It was an upgrade from the bathroom attached to our bedroom, there was only one handle there, and all it controlled was how much cold water would come out of the sprout. It was a pleasant discovery, but I still didn't enjoy the whole setup of being filmed nonstop for three hours.

"Hey, do you want the water cold like usual or warm?" I asked.

"What's better?"

I honestly had no idea. Every time I had flushed my bum out, either on my own or having someone do it for me, the water had been cold. But, the lukewarm water coming out of the gold coloured faucet felt nicer to my hand than cold water did. I could easily have made the water warmer, simply by shutting off the cold water, but I didn't realize it at the time.

"I think warm water would be nicer. I think it'll work the same, really," I said, still uncertain.

"Then make it warm."

"Yes, Sir. Would you like extra oil and salt with your warm water, Sir?"

"Nah, just the usual."

My point flew right over his head. He hadn't said please, just taken it for granted that I'd mix the enema solution for him.

He probably expects me to put the tube into his little butt too. Hah! He won't be liking it, that's for damn sure.

The nozzle on the tube from the enema bag was blue. The one on his enema bag in our bathroom was red. Mine was green and the girth of it somewhere in between Chico's little boy nozzle and the blue nozzle attached to the bag in this bathroom. This was the mother of all enema nozzles, at least it was to my eyes. The nozzle was easily 3 cm [1.2"] in diameter and the retaining balloon at the end of it quickly inflated to an impossible size when I pumped the squeeze ball to see how big it'd get.

Father must want Chico to get used to having bigger things stuck into his bum. Maybe he'll want to fuck him soon. Oh well, Chico will be turning seven soon. He can't be a baby for the rest of time.

I let the warmer, but not at all hot, water in the bag. This bag was bigger than our bags, not double the size, but almost. I checked the indicator marks and the last mark was 3 litres [3 quarts]. I didn't fill it up to that mark, of course not, I didn't want Chico to explode from his enema. But I filled it to around 1.25 litres. A little more than his usual amount of 1 litre, but I hoped it wouldn't be enough for him to notice. With the more than three times as thick as his own nozzle in his bum, I was sure he'd have other things on his mind than how much water entered him.

"All ready, Chico," I said after I had mixed the salt and oil into the water. The salt had dissolved much quicker than before, probably due to the warmer water. He had by then completely removed his onesie and fetched a pillow from the bed. I waited for him to kneel and rest his chest and head on the pillow. His bum stuck up high into the air when I walked up to him and put a bit of lube on his hole. I watched it clench up from the coldness and waited for him to relax.

"Okay, put it in," he told me.

"Yes, Sir!" I said and placed the tapered tip of the nozzle against his little anus. Gently, but steadily, I pushed it into him, making sure the tip went in the direction of his belly button.

"Ooh!" He whined out in great surprise and probably a bit of pain when he realized the nozzle going into his bum was quite a lot bigger than what he was used to, "Stop, it's too big! Take it out."

"Nuh-uh, Chico. We have to get clean, both outside and inside. You know the drill by now. There's only this one tube here and it's going into your bum. You gotta push back at it, relax your bum and let it in. I'll go real slow, but it's not coming back out until all the water in the bag is inside of you."

He had to know what I said was the truth. There hadn't been a single day since he arrived at Mr Abd's mansion where he had gone to bed without having his insides flushed out by water. Apart from that one night of the party, but it had been a once off, the exception that enforced the rule. However, knowing and accepting the fact didn't make it any easier for him to accept the largest object to ever enter him into his bum.

"Ow, slow down. Please, Søren," he begged.

At least now he says please!

"I'm going as slow as I can. The tip is almost in. It's just the little flared part of the balloon that has to go in. Come, give me one big push and it'll go in."

"Oooorrrr," he growled when he strained hard and I could hear a fart bubble out of his lubed up bum hole.

I pushed in at the same time and with our combined efforts the nozzle finally went in. I made sure to let up before it got pushed too far into him. I only had to get it in past the balloon and it would pull the nozzle the rest of the way inside of him once I began to inflate it. Before I did that, I allowed him to rest for a moment.

"Eww, you little stinker," I said.

"You told me to push."

"Yeah, but I never knew you were going to fart. Sheesh, did you find a dead animal and ate it raw while we worked outside today?"

He shot me look that told me to go fuck myself or drop dead. I did neither of that, only squeezed the rubber ball slowly, in turn inflating the balloon inside of him.

"Do you have to do that?" he sobbed.

"Yeah. You can't hold the water for long enough if I don't. I won't inflate it much, only just so it won't come out."

Like I had predicted, Chico never found out about me putting a little extra water into his enema. He spent the entire 13 minutes, it took for the water to slowly go into his bum, to moan about the nozzle being too large and uncomfortable. I shut off the valve when the last of the water had cleared the tube and brought the bag over to the sink while it was still attached to him.

"No, you're not putting any more inside of me!" He cried out.

"Relax. The valve is closed. I'm just making use of time and mixing the stuff for mine. What does it feel like? Is the warmer water nicer?"

"I dunno. I can't tell. The tube and balloon are much too big."

I suppose I'll just have to see what it feels like myself.

The larger nozzle was noticeable, but it was slimmer than Mr Abd's dick and as such I didn't have too many problems getting it worked into place in my bum. One benefit to having to use the same nozzle as Chico had, was it had warmed up from being inside of his bum. It even looked clean so I didn't bother rinsing it before I put it into my butt. I just wanted this part over and done with as quickly as possible.

Chico stayed put on the toilet for the full 20 minutes I had to retain the enema before I could expel the nasty smelling stuff from my bum. I sat on the toilet seat warmed by him for only as long as it took me to finish up then we found out what wonder it is to shower under a spray of warm water. We only shut off the faucet when the water began to run cold.

"We have about an hour left," I told Chico when we left the bathroom after brushing our teeth and towelling off, "What do you want to do?"

"Nothing that has anything to do with my bum!" He said in a voice that left no room for debate.

It was fine by me, I suddenly felt a pang of shyness when I remembered all the cameras and microphones picking up everything we did. I let Chico take charge and when he wanted to kiss, I temporarily forgot everything about anything that didn't involve his mouth and tongue. I happily sucked his little stiffy while he sucked mine, lying side by side on the large bed. That was all we ended up doing in front of the cameras that day.

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"Chico, I don't care if you wanna or not. Get up on my bed next to me. Now!"

My sudden loud outburst made the small boy jump. He climbed up on the bed and sat about as far away from me as he could, almost touching the wall behind the headboard. Instead of ordering him to come to me, I scooted over to him and pushed him up against the headboard. He looked up at me in fear.

This is so not what I had imagined. He's crying.

I wanted us to have a nice time, it was the first time ever we were alone and allowed to touch each other in ways no normal adult would ever have let us. I could feel my horniness, my desire to cum, leave my body when I watched Chico's tears. When I felt his small shoulders jerk in time with his quiet sobs, all passion ebbed out. When I picked him up, quite clumsily too, and parked him sideways on my lap, my boy dick had turned into the smallest of worms. There was no stiffness left in it, at all.

Instead of raping the kid, my little brother, Chico, I tried to comfort him. I clutched him close to my chest and smothered the top of his head with small kisses.

"Shhhh, Chico. Stop crying. I'm not going to hurt you. I'd never do something like that unless Vanessa or Father told me to. You know that. Don't you?"

"You sca-scared me!" he cried.

"I'm sorry. I only wanted you to get closer so I could hug you and kiss you and make you feel nice. Sex can be nice. Very nice. I want to show you, teach you all about it. It doesn't have to hurt, not at all."

"I like when you suck on my winky."

"I know. I like to suck on it because I know it makes you feel good. And that's what sex can do, it can make both feel good."

"It didn't feel good when you pushed that thing into my butt."

"No, it didn't feel good to me either. I only did it because Father made me. I can make your bum feel very nice, we only have to do it slower, more carefully. It will feel strange at first, like when I pumped you with my stiffy. Remember that?"

"Uh-huh."

"It didn't hurt, but I know it felt kinda weird. I want to show you what happens when the weird and strange feelings go away. What it's like when it starts to feel nice. Will you let me do that? I'll suck on your winky at the same time."

He sniffed and finally said in a low voice, "Okay."

"Okay. Move over a bit and lie down. Just try to relax, nothing I'm gonna do will hurt. I promise!" I said and pecked a kiss on his lips.

His lower legs dangled over the edge of the bed when he lay back, which wasn't exactly what I had planned but I made it work by kneeling on the floor on my pillow. I put his feet up on my shoulders and leaned forwards, which made his knees bend and his thighs splayed open. His bum rose a bit up from the mattress and all of his bits were right in my face. Quite literally too. I knew he was clean, I had washed him myself only moments before, and towelled him off too. So I wasn't afraid to kiss his bottom, which I had to do to make it ready for my finger.

"Don't be afraid, I'm only going to kiss and lick your bum for a bit. You like that," I reminded him.

"Uh-huh."

I kissed his soft skin almost smack in the middle between his wrinkled bum hole and his wrinkled nut sack. He was warm and dry there, not sweaty in the least and tasted clean. I hadn't washed him with soap between his legs, fully anticipating that I'd end up licking or kissing him there.

Well, maybe I hadn't thought of licking his bum, but his dicky for sure.

I kissed my way slowly towards his opening, in a series of small soft pecks until my lips sensed the change in skin texture. The stretchy dish of skin around his hole felt softer, smoother, than the skin on his perineum. And it was warmer. Hotter, maybe not in temperature, but it made me hotter, that's for sure, kissing him right in the center of the smooth circle of skin.

"Gonna start licking now, stay relaxed. I'm not going to push anything into you, not now," I said with my mouth close up to his bum hole.

My tongue slipped out past my lips and I moved it around in a small circle. After a few complete laps of his hole, I got it wet again and resumed the slow, gentle massage of his opening. I knew we had plenty of time, the clean-up had taken less than 45 minutes and it hadn't taken me long to get him to lie down on the mattress.

There must be more than an hour until Vanessa unlocks the door. I'll lick him for twenty minutes. His hole must have relaxed by then. Then, I'll make my finger real wet and gently push it in. Oh Gods! I want it to be my dick and not my finger. I can do that on Wednesday. Today, it's all about making Chico feel good. I'll make him cum with my finger far up his bum. Then he'll want my stiffy on Wednesday.

It didn't go as planned, Chico's hole opened up like a small flower much sooner than I thought and ever so gently I pushed my finger into him, making sure it was plenty wet from spit.

"How's that?" I asked when my index finger couldn't reach further inside of him.

"Weird."

"I know. It takes time to get used to. I'll switch to my middle finger. Then I'll suck you."

"Okay."

I slowly slipped my finger out and worked my longest finger into the hot core of the small boy in front of me. He didn't move a muscle during the procedure and didn't tense up his bum hole. It was still somewhat clingy, but very relaxed, when my finger went in.

If he's able to relax it so much, then I have to tell him to clench it shut when I fuck him again. He feels looser than me!

When I began sucking on his small winky and it stood proudly inside my mouth, he had enough of simply lying there. He began to move with me, only a little at first, then more passionately. Particularly when I found what my finger was searching for in his bum. There was a very small lump in there, just a somewhat firmer part of the warm wall of his bum, about six cm [2.3"] in. It felt pretty much as if I was tickling the end of his boner, only the end inside his body. I stroked it lightly with the pulp of my finger, massaged it, in time with my sucking.

Chico sighed happily, and flexed his thigh muscles even harder, drove his stiffy faster in and out of my mouth. I almost didn't have time to back off when he got dangerously close to the edge. He whined in frustration when I released his dick from my mouth and moved my finger away from the pleasure spot inside his bum.

"You like it?" I asked him, almost cruelly though my voice didn't sound evil. Only curious.

"Yes! Keep doing it, I'm so close!" He told me quickly and grabbed his little stalk.

Before he could manage more than a few strokes I moved his hand off his dick and told him to wait.

"It'll only get better the longer it takes."

That was my experience. Mr Abd always edged me until I was close to screaming out in pain and frustration from not being allowed to go all the way. And when it finally did happen it felt like I lost all control of myself. I didn't play with Chico for as long as Mr Abd always did with me. I didn't want to torture him in the same way. I backed off four times, and on the fifth I kept going, faster than before, my finger more intensely massaging his prostate.

Just when his stiffy began to flex in my mouth and his bum hole flexed around my finger, I quickly ceased all movement. I kept the pressure up against his prostate and my lips firmly sucked in around his stiffy, but I didn't move at all. I just let him orgasm without interruption. That was what I enjoyed the most myself, but Mr Abd almost always just kept going right through my orgasm, making it a more painful than pleasurable experience to me.

When his hole stopped flexing and just gripped my finger somewhat more tightly than before, I slowly eased it back out of him. It was more his bum that pooped it out than me pulling it out. I opened my mouth and made sure to move it off his still stiff dick without touching the head that undoubtedly had to be extremely sensitive right at that very moment.

I studied the finger that had been inside Chico, it was wet and just a bit slimy perhaps, but not filthy. I sniffed at my finger, it didn't smell bad and I wondered what the stuff on it would taste like, but didn't feel brave enough to stick my finger into my mouth to find out. Instead I turned my attention to the small boy.

He smiled tiredly at me when he saw me look at him. I didn't have to ask if he had enjoyed himself, I could see it in his face. He had.

I didn't get an orgasm of my own with Chico that Monday afternoon, but I didn't feel cheated. It had never been my objective to get one, only to make the boy open up to having sex with me alone, without being forced to do it. That I had to threaten him in the first place was soon forgotten by the both of us.

Wednesday, I licked his bum like I had done Monday, but my finger wasn't the only thing to slip into his warm hole. My stiffy was a bit longer and a bit thicker than my finger, though since he had been fucked by it before, he wasn't afraid to let me do it again. I couldn't make him orgasm simply by fucking him, however. He needed a helping hand in order for that to happen, which I was only too happy to lend. When I had to focus more on my own pace, he took over and wanked himself the rest of the way.

***

When the guestroom had been completed and our 'alone time' was moved there, it took us both some time to relax. The surroundings were unfamiliar, right from the larger bed to the luxurious bathroom. There was hot water coming out of the faucet, which we immediately deemed felt much nicer inside our bums when we rinsed them out. That the enema kit was more suited for an adult than us meant little compared to the almost soothing experience of temperate water in our bowels.

I knew there were cameras in both the bedroom and the adjoining bathroom, but I had never said anything to Chico about them. Maybe that was a bit cruel of me, I don't know, I never told him because I didn't want him to feel pressured to do anything with me. He unknowingly helped me relax when he got things started by wriggling his little arse at me and asked me if I wanted to lick it. When I nodded in acceptance, he climbed on top of the low bed and pushed his bum out towards me.

I licked him for as long as it took him to relax his hole, and a bit longer, then got up behind him and fucked him while standing. The lower bed in the guestroom was just the proper height for it to be possible. It didn't stop when I came, I hadn't edged myself at all, and we had plenty of time to experiment further. Chico learned that my dick didn't taste awful though it had only just been inside of his butt, and I found it was actually a somewhat enjoyable experience to lick his little hole after I had fucked it.

We didn't take the time to kiss each other the first couple of times we went to the guestroom. When we finally did, we quickly decided it was our new favourite thing to do. Closely followed by me fucking Chico's little bum in every possible, and impossible, position.

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After I had finished showering, I woke Chico who fortunately wasn't much of a talker that morning. I suppose his later than usual visit to Mr Abd's bedroom had taken its toll on the young boy. I had taken Mr Harris up to the guestroom around 23:30, a good three hours after I had tucked in my younger brother. That the same Mr Harris had kept me up until much later, meant I wasn't in any mood to answer any potential questions about what had happened.

He fucked me so hard for so long. There's no telling his dick is smaller than Mr Abd's. My bum is every bit as sore as usual.

I prepared breakfast for myself and Chico almost trance-like while reminiscing the events of the late evening and night. I didn't think much about what had taken place in the guestroom, though I did dwell some on the unexpected choice Mr Harris had given me while he had peed, before the main event of the night. I thought mostly about what he had said regarding Mr Abd caring for me.

I was too tired to worry about my future as a porn star. No matter what was going to happen to me, it would happen regardless of me wanting it to or not. Chico and I ate our breakfast in silence only disturbed by one of us yawning from time to time and then cleaned up the kitchen afterwards. It took a bit longer than usual, since we had to clean up from dinner as well.

Mr Abd came into the kitchen right when we had gotten everything stowed away and told us to prepare breakfast for him and Mr Harris. I groaned inwardly when I reached into the cupboard to get the pot I had only just cleaned.

***

Like Mr Abd had said I would, I gave Mr Harris a tour of the mansion and the garden, but I wasn't delighted for having to do so. The man kept so close to me I could smell his deodorant and it kept reminding me of what he had done to me the previous night. The gardeners were busy in the garden and their presence prevented Mr Harris from doing more stuff to me while I showed him the gazebo. He was very interested in it and talked to himself of where he'd want the cameras to make sure he got the best out of the building.

I kept out of the way, until he asked me to sit on one of the benches in the gazebo.

"Yes, that'll work nicely. There's plenty of room for five or six men, you and another boy. Maybe two? A vintage slavery scene, where the masters relax on the benches while they are being served by you and your fellow slave comrades. Maybe you will be feeding one of them grapes while he feels you up. Yes, that would work."

I had no reason to believe the scene would end with me simply being touched by one of the men.

If there are two or three boys to five or six men, then they'd have to take turns, or share a boy between them.

I began daydreaming of what such a scene would be like. I had no clue as to what the masters would be wearing, but I figured the boys, myself included, would be naked or very scantily clad. I'd be trying to throw grapes into the open mouth of a man lying on the bench while he fiddled with my worm. Every time I made a successful throw, the man would stroke my worm. If I got enough of the grapes to where they were supposed to go, he'd wank me until my knees would buckle underneath me.

Sure, like something like that would ever happen. It will be a slave scene, the master on the bench will try to bite my fingers while I feed him grapes. When he gets bored from it, he'll tell me to suck on his dick and then one of the other masters will get behind me and stick his dick in my bum. That's what'll happen.

Mr Harris was full of ideas when he saw the basement in the mansion. The clinic-like room, where Vanessa had so painfully fixed the cavities in my teeth, would work as an examination room. The dentist chair could be modified to have girders that would spread apart the legs of the unlucky person to be sitting in it.

"Just imagine it, youngling. You strapped into that chair while a doctor examines all of you. How the camera zooms in when he checks your hard prick for flaws, how he squeezes each of your testicles to see if they're both there. How he'll check your arsehole for injuries and how far it'll spread open."

"Yes, Sir, I can see it for me," I told him quietly. I could and it wasn't a pleasant picture I saw.

"Oh, what do we have here? This looks simply amazing," he said when I showed him the rearmost room in the basement. I would've rather skipped this room, the flat stone-table still looked very frightening to me. When he spotted the heavy power converter with its control panel and junction box he looked about ready to piss himself. From excitement, not fear like me.

"Does it work?" he asked me and caressed the top of the red machine.

"Oh yes, Sir. It does."

"You tried it? It gets the hairs on your head to stand up doesn't it?"

That's the least it did, but he wasn't waiting around for an answer. He told me to show him to Mr Abd's office, so the two men could seal the contract.

"I must return home at once, I have to tell my crew about this place. I really should have brought a camera, but I didn't realize this deal would have so many possibilities," Mr Harris said when the last signature had been written.

"I'll be happy to take some 360 degrees pictures and send them to you," Mr Abd offered.

"Oh, it will be better than nothing for sure. Yes. I'd be interested in the gazebo, all of the rooms in the basement and the library. And the room where I slept, it can double for a master's bedroom. Would it be possible to remodel the large storage room you have in the basement to a slave quarters? One with five or six small holding cells and an open communal shower/toilet area."

"Functional?"

"Yes, of course. It will add depth to movies if the young stars are living like slaves, not just on camera but for the entire time it takes to shoot the movies."

"I'll have to have someone look into that, I don't know if there's plumbing and drainage in that part of the basement."

"Do it quickly, as soon as it's ready, I'll send people out here. A film crew and some actors, both young and grown, maybe a good client. The young actors are to be placed in the cells. If I can have three of your guestrooms the adults can live there. I'll send a slave with them to tend to their needs."

"Good, I was about to ask about that. I don't want my sons' daily life to change too much."

"That shouldn't be necessary. Well, this youngling's life will have to change somewhat, of course, but other than being on set, he'll be able to carry out his duties as normal."

"As I expected. I'll contact a contractor today so we can get the basement altered to suit your requirements."

"Outstanding. I'll reach out to you when I'm safely at home."

"Søren, show Mr Harris to his car."

"Yes, Father."

***

When I returned to Mr Abd's office after watching Mr Harris leave in his rental car, I was promptly sent to bed.

"Go find your brother and take him to your bedroom. You can both sleep until four when you'll prepare dinner. We'll be eating early today."

"Yes, thank you, Father."

"You deserve it."

Chico was just as happy for the rare midday nap as I was and we wasted no time getting into our beds and catch up on our sleep.

***

"Time to get up, boys. Dinner won't cook itself," I heard a familiar voice say.

"Vanessa?"

"Yes, Søren. I'm back. Earlier than I expected, but here I am."

It was peculiarly nice to have Vanessa back to tell us what to do. I had sort of missed her, especially when Madam forced herself on me, though Vanessa was every bit as strict I remembered her to be. It was nice, because it meant at least one part of my life would go back to normal. Her nagging when we cooked didn't even bother me as much as it usually did.

"Thank you for returning so soon, Vanessa," Mr Abd said when we were all seated at the dinner table, "I know it was on short notice, but I do need you here. I've negotiated a contract with Mr Harris, a well-known and highly credited producer of movies. He'll be sending a team to us, and I want us to be ready for when they arrive."

He explained what had to be done around the mansion to accommodate the visitors while we ate and Vanessa took notes. It was just a more detailed version of the stuff he had discussed with Mr Harris so I concentrated on eating my food instead of paying attention. If I was to be involved in any of it, Vanessa would tell me what to do.

***

"So, you're on the road to becoming a star, Søren," she told me when she watched us getting ready for the night.

"I don't know, Vanessa. I just do what I'm told," I told her while I stirred the enema mix.

"And you will keep doing that. I don't care if you're going to be famous, you will not change your attitude towards me, boy."

"No, Vanessa. I'd never do that."

"Good," she said and left us.

"You'll be famous?" Chico asked me.

"I guess."

"Why does all the good stuff happen to you? I never get to have any fun."

"Oh, I'm sure you will be famous too. The things Father filmed us doing, remember when he did that? Lots of people will soon be watching them. Father will also film us a lot more from now on. I just got to be in more films than you and it won't be fun at all. Not for me."

***

The contractor, Mr Abd hired to modify the basement, rolled in with his crew and it only took him three days to do the job. They worked day and night, but I only ever heard them when they used a pneumatic hammer to break through the concrete floor. When I snuck into the basement on the morning after the crew had left, I was horrified to see what one of the storage rooms had been turned into. There were six cages in one of the corners. They were about 2 metres deep, 1 meter wide and 1 meter tall [6.5 x 3.3 x 3.3 feet].

Three of them sat on the floor and the other three on top of those. All of the cages had a lockable door made from thick steel bars welded together. In the far corner, there was an open shower, nothing more than a shower head with a shutoff valve and a drain really. Next to it sat a small toilet, same as the ones in Chico's and my bathroom.

"So, Søren. Do you like what you see?" I heard Mr Abd's voice in my left ear.

He had snuck up behind me and scared the hell out of me.

"Sorry, Father. I…"

"Haven't Vanessa already told you not to use the word 'sorry'?"

"Yes, Father. Sor… I mean, I only wanted to see what they did down here."

"And?"

"Uh, it's… okay, I guess," I said in a small voice. I didn't want to anger him by telling him I certainly didn't like what they had done to the room.

"Would you want to sleep down here instead of in your bedroom?"

"No, Father. I wouldn't."

The mere thought filled me with terror. Those cages looked uncomfortable at best. And the doors were all facing the single toilet and shower stall, meaning whomever showered or sat on the toilet could be seen by the five other slaves in their cages.

They wouldn't be able to not see or at least hear everything that's going on. There's only 4 metres [13 feet] to the toilet from the cages.

"Well, then I think it would be better if you go back upstairs, and stay up there, don't you agree? You will only enter this room if it's part of a movie you're in. In fact, from now on, you will only enter the basement if you're told to. Am I making myself clear?"

"Crystal clear, Father. The basement is off limits."

"Correct, now let's go. Unless, you want to see what this room is like looking out from inside of one of those."

"No, Father, I'd rather not," I said and began walking away from the room I hoped never to see again.

Mr Abd followed me up the stars and I wasn't unhappy to watch him lock the door behind him. He turned to face me and told me to go to my room.

"There's a surprise waiting for you there."

I know your surprises. They're never of the good kind.

***

I was certain I'd find a new whip or other means of torture waiting for me, but I was pleasantly surprised when I opened the door to find Chico busily undressing himself. Well, it wasn't the opportunity to watch his naked body that was pleasant to me, however appealing the toned little boy's body looked to me. No, it was why he was removing his onesie that made me happily shed my own right after shutting the door.

"Look it, Søren!" He said excitedly to me. Like I hadn't noticed it right after I opened the door.

"Wicked! New clothes!"

"Vanessa said we're getting too big for the jammies."

I was already too big, err, too grown-up for toddler-onesies when I first got here.

The white polo shirt and dark grey shorts laying on my bed were much more to my liking. So were the white underpants I discovered underneath the shirt. I was showing Chico which way he should put on his underpants when the door opened and Vanessa walked in. Neither of us boys tried to cover up our bits from her, we were quite used to her seeing us in the buff, as was she, and she just handed me two pairs of starched felt slippers.

"Make sure to wear these whenever you leave your bedroom, boys," she told us, "You have ten minutes then I want you both in the kitchen."

"Yes, Vanessa and thank you!"

"You should thank Mr Harris. It was he who told Mr Abd he thought you looked silly wearing onesies. I can't see the problem, really," she said and left us.

"These clothes are nice, Søren!"

"Uh-huh," I nodded in full agreement with Chico. I couldn't remember the last time I had worn proper clothes meant for boys.

Was it really when I went into my house and it fell on top of me?

It seemed so very long ago, which in fact it was. The clothes fit us perfectly, though in my opinion the shorts could've had far longer legs. The hem of the shorts legs was much closer to my groin than my knees, which is where I would've wanted them to go, had anyone bothered asking me.

All in all, we look great though!

The appearance of the felt slippers was questionable, but they were comfortable on my feet and we couldn't have walked barefoot around the mansion.

***

"Ah, my two boys. You look a lot more grown now, but that's fine. If I need you to look younger for a movie, I will have you dress accordingly," Mr Abd said when we met him for lunch, "Since we're discussing the subject anyway, I want to make a new one of you two together. When you've cleaned up after lunch, I want you to go clean yourselves. I want you in my bedroom at 14:00 wearing your new clothes."

"Yes, Father."

It was unusual for Mr Abd to have us go to his bedroom so early, and I think my body got confused when I went through the cleansing ritual in the middle of the day instead of at the end of it. I yawned when I put my clothes back on after having showered. The weariness disappeared when I heard what he wanted us to do while he filmed it.

"Søren, it's usually you who gets to fuck Chico. Today, it'll be Chico who fucks you."

"Really?" The young boy asked with glee in his voice, "I thought my winky is too small?"

"While it is on the small side, there are ways to make it bigger. Well, Søren will certainly think it is much larger anyway," Mr Abd explained.

He brought out a harness that looked somewhat similar to the chastity belt I had been forced to wear for a long period of time because I had been discovered wanking. There was a distinct difference between the two however. Where there had been a mesh cup covering all my interesting bits, there was a hole in this harness. The hole would end up right in front of Chico's winky once the belt had been fitted to him.

"Mr Harris told me you quite enjoyed being fucked by him, is that true, Søren?" Mr Abd asked me, "Tell me the truth, son."

"Yes, Father," I said while blushing.

It was embarrassing to admit, but I had enjoyed it. Much more than I ever enjoyed Mr Abd's somewhat larger dick that went further into my bum and spread my hole wider than Mr Harris' had.

"No shame in enjoying it, Søren. My cock is large. I thought you would've gotten used to it by now, but we'll just have to practise more. You will get to the point where you'll beg for me to fuck you hard. You'll see."

"Yes, Father," I said.

The sun will be shining in the middle of the night before that happens.

"Anyway, Mr Harris gave me a replica of his cock. It has a small vibrator built into it, and there's another feature, it is hollow. Not all the way through, but far enough for Chico's winky to fit inside of it, I think. Want to see if it'll fit, Chico?"

"Yup, Father."

"Pay attention, Søren. I want you to be able to fit the harness and the dildo on your baby brother. I want to film you put it on him after you've done some play acting for the camera."

"Yes, Father."

He demonstrated how the fake cock, amazingly life-like and to the best of my recollection a perfect replica of Mr Harris' cock, attached to the hole in the harness and how the harness was then attached to Chico's body. It looked extremely funny when Chico had gotten the harness on and looked as if he had a monster stiffy on his small body. Mr Abd had him walk around to get used to the harness. When he powered on the vibrator Chico burst into giggles.

"What's it feel like?" I wondered.

"Tickles. But feels nice too."

"Does it hurt your winky?"

"No, Father. It's all fine."

Mr Abd turned off the vibrator and told me to remove the harness from Chico. Then told me what to tell the little boy before I put it on him again. We rehearsed twice, then Mr Abd told Chico to get dressed.

"Father, wouldn't it make more sense if we did this in our bedroom instead of yours?" I asked.

"It would, but I want to keep your bedroom free of any kind of film-related activities. Your bedroom is where you can relax and be yourselves, a sanctuary of sorts. And I intend to keep it that way. I know you prepare your bodies for sex in your bathroom, but that's only because of the ease in doing so. Maybe later the two of you can have actual sex in your bedroom. It'll depend on how well you'll perform in the movies. But, there will be no filming in there at all."

"Thank you, Father."

"You'll still be punished in your bedroom, but that's to keep reminding you of what'll happen if you aren't obedient boys. Some of the stuff you'll be doing in the movies, well, let's just say it would probably be for the best if you were to forget it ever happened as quickly as possible afterwards."

"By drugging us?"

"No, you'll have to be awake for most of it. People don't want to watch someone doing things to a living doll. There are too few into that to make a good income out of it. Maybe I can find another drug to help you forget more easily. I suppose I could just get you drunk, but I don't want you to get addicted to anything, excluding sex, perhaps."

***

Mr Abd told us to get ready and turned on the lights. It wasn't a bright light, just enough to make it easier for him to capture the things we'd do on camera. The lines he had told us to say were quite corny, not at all what I'd imagine two brothers would say to each other after coming home from school, which was what he told us to pretend.

"So, Chico," I said while I tried to keep my voice clear and avoid looking at the camera and ignore the lights, "I know you're dying to find out what it's like for me when I fuck you."

"Oh boy! Yes, Søren. Can I try it now?"

"You sure can! I thought about it all day long in school. I've been hard for so long too."

"Stop!" Mr Abd ordered us and turned off the camera, "Søren, you're meant to say you've been hard all day long at school thinking of it. Not what you just said. And when you say it, I'll zoom in on your crotch, it won't work if your cock isn't tenting your shorts. Get it hard, then we'll try again."

It took a bit of work to get my dick hard enough to push out both underpants and the denim shorts and when it finally was hard enough, Mr Abd reached into my shorts to rearrange my stuff inside of them. When he had finished, my dick pushed out the front of my shorts in a most obscene way.

"Perfect. Let's try again, boys."

I waited until Mr Abd was ready.

"So, Chico. I know you're dying to find out what it's like to fuck someone."

Crap, that wasn't what Father told me to say.

"Oh boy! Yes, Søren. Can I try it now?" Chico said eagerly, sticking to his line.

It still sounds so fake!

"You sure can! I've been hard all day long at school thinking of it. I want you to fuck me."

I could almost feel how Mr Abd trained the camera onto the bulge created by my already slowly deflating stiffy.

Why does it even have to be hard? It's not like I'll be needing it. It's not me who's going to do the fucking, it's Chico.

Fortunately Mr Abd soon moved the camera to capture me unbuttoning Chico's shorts.

"Your winky is too small to fuck me, I wouldn't feel a thing if you just stick it in. Father gave me a present and I want to see if it'll work."

"What is it?"

"It's a new cock for you. You'll see. Step out of your shorts and undies and I'll help you put it on."

"Wow, it's even bigger than yours. I'm gonna fuck you harder than you fuck me," Chico said when I began strapping the harness onto him.

"I hope you will. The harder the better. Make me moan, lil brother."

"I'll make you cry!"

You'd better not!

I fumbled some with one of the clasps, but Mr Abd just kept recording. Chico's little dick was already stiff when I put a bit of lube on it and worked the fake cock onto it.

"Hold it in place while I do up the last straps… There, you can let go now. It won't come off on its own."

"Boy, I sure got a huge cock now. Suck on it, it's all big and ready for you."

I shot a look at Mr Abd, he hadn't said anything about me having to suck on the rubbery fake cock Chico bobbed in front of him. He only nodded his acceptance of the altered script and I resigned to my fate. It looked like Mr Harris' dick, but it sure didn't taste or feel like it when I took it in my mouth. Fortunately Chico didn't make me suck on the awful tasting rubber for long, I very much doubt he could tell I was doing anything to it, and he yanked it out of my mouth.

"Show me your butt. It better be nice and clean for my big cock," he squeaked, this time in accordance with the script.

I turned away from him and unbuttoned my shorts, then pushed them along with the underpants down to my ankles, and bent over.

"Your butt is too high up. I can't reach it. Get on your knees."

"Put some lube on that thing," I told him when I did as he commanded of me.

Mr Abd moved off to the side of us and got down low.

"Open up your butt," Chico said from right behind me.

"Go slowly, Chico. Please," I begged.

"I'll go as slow as you when you fuck me."

He didn't, he sure didn't go slow enough to not make it a painful entry. Chico most likely couldn't feel how tight my hole was around the fake cock and he just kept driving it in with his hips. It slid in, almost fully, before he had to stop for a moment to shuffle closer to me. Then he drove it the last bit into me.

"This feels nice," he said, "I'm so gonna fuck you now. Ready?"

NO, I'm not ready. Wait!

He didn't wait, just began pumping me, like I had pumped him with my stiffy. I had always waited until his bum hole was good and ready for it before I increased the pace. Chico? He started driving the fake cock in and out of me as quickly as he darn could right from the get go.

"Ow, ow, ow, aiee, ow, yoow," I gasped and moaned.

I made no move to get away from him. Mr Abd had told me to stay put no matter what. After a couple of minutes of Chico's frantic pumping, Mr Abd wirelessly turned on the vibrator embedded into the fake cock. When it began buzzing, both of us boys could feel it.

"Don't stop, Chico. Keep going," he told the little boy when he slowed down his movements.

Yeah, Chico. Keep going. It feels pretty awesome now!

***

Mr Abd showed us the raw footage of the movie before he began editing it and told us where we had done well and where we needed to improve.

"Your moans, Søren. You need to make them sound more natural. Like how you moan for me and how you moaned when you got fucked by Mr Harris. That's what I want to hear when I film you and Chico. If this movie hadn't just been for Mr Harris' mainstream servers, then we'd have to do a recording of your moans and edit it in before publishing it."

He was full of praise when he complimented Chico on how he had fucked me.

"You only have to remember never to block the camera's view. Look where your left hand is now. Can you see where the dildo is going into Søren? No, neither can I. People want to see that, not the back of your hand, understand?"

"Yes, Father."

"You got an orgasm out of it, Søren. Good for you, but you need to have one much sooner than this. It took you almost 16 minutes. Try to relax more next time, block out everything, all you have to think of is the sensation in your arse when you're fucked!"

"I'll try harder, Father."

"Good. If you behave for the rest of the day, you'll get to fuck your brother tonight. I want you to show him what a hard fuck is, if you don't, I'll have to show him how by fucking you."

"Y-yes, Father."

I didn't feel okay with what Mr Abd said. My stiffy wasn't enormous, but Chico's bum hole wasn't exactly large either and he wasn't used to hard fucks. I had fucked him, for sure, but never as hard as he had fucked me with the fake dick. And Mr Abd wanted me to fuck him harder than that.

Though I considered it, I didn't purposely try to get punished to prevent Mr Abd's plan of me fucking Chico. The only certain outcome of that would be me not having an orgasm in the evening. Mr Abd could still make me fuck my little brother and simply order me not to cum.

Or Father could fuck me harder than he has before and let Chico watch him do it. I can't imagine how he'd fuck me harder, though, he always fuck me hard!

So yes, I fucked Chico. Hard! I fucked him harder than I thought I'd be able to fuck anyone I loved. He didn't like it and neither did I. Even though I fucked him as hard as I could, it wasn't enough to satisfy Mr Abd. He told me to stop and then he showed the little boy what he meant by fucking someone hard. I was of course the one he used to demonstrate how he first drove in his large cock then, without pausing, began to hump.

Though I had been a good boy, I never got an orgasm that night. Neither did Chico.

I only hope he won't be needing another demonstration.

***

Mr Harris returned to the mansion about a week later. He brought with him a truckload of equipment. There were three large cameras, taller than me, and small tracks that looked like miniature railroad tracks, but were for the cameras to move on, microphones and their stands and a lot of lights also with stands. Then there were boxes, many of them, full of long fat cords and electric equipment I couldn't tell what was.

I wasn't involved in the unloading of the truck, Mr Harris had two men and two boys with him, the boys looked to be maybe one and two years older than me, and they did most of the work. I saw the boys briefly when the truck was moved to the other side of the garage. They were ushered into the basement and likely locked inside the cages I had seen that one time.

For the next couple of days Mr Abd and Mr Harris could be seen outside, near and in the gazebo, both carrying a binder. I saw them gesticulate back and forth while they talked, sometimes heatedly, to one another but never loud enough for me to hear what they said. I knew it had to be something to do with the movie, but I was kept so busy by the gardener and Vanessa I didn't have time to think much about anything other than my work.

***

A minivan pulled up in front of the mansion three days after Mr Harris, the two men and two boys had arrived. Three more men, two more boys and a lot of luggage were in the van, and the two new boys were immediately put in the basement with the other boys. Some of the luggage was moved up on the second floor of the mansion, the rest of it was moved into the garage.

The preparation for dinner that night was almost a repeat of the feast after the fast, plenty of food had to be cooked, but far less wine was opened.

"It is a work dinner, not a party," Vanessa told Chico when he asked.

"Work dinner, Vanessa?"

"Yes, Søren. They are going to start filming the movie tomorrow. You'll both go to bed at 8 tonight. You will need a good nights' sleep. Mr Abd won't be asking for either of you, I'm sure, since you will both need to be ready bright and early tomorrow morning."

"But, if we're to be in the movie, shouldn't we be reading our lines or something?" I asked.

When we did that school play, we all got a copy of the script. Even I got one, though I only had two lines and they were so easy to memorize. All I had to say was "BAAaaaarrrh!" twice during the play.

"Oh, you will be in the movie, but I don't think you'll be needing to say much. I don't know, I haven't read the script, but from what I've heard…" Vanessa paused, then said, "Well, don't worry about it. Just eat your dinner, then I'll tuck you in after. Tomorrow will be a big day for both of you."

***

The next morning, Vanessa helped us get dressed after making sure we showered. Our bodies were sparkling clean on the outside, the insides not so much. Vanessa had told us not to do our evening routines and wouldn't let us go to the toilet in the morning. She just got us dressed in clothes that made us look like we were ready to go to school.

If any of my old schoolmates saw me wearing this… outfit, they'd all be laughing so much they'd puke from it!

The clothes we wore were from another era, long ago, a couple of centuries at least. They looked a lot like what a nobleman's son might've worn for school back in the days. They were made from scratchy wool, right down to the underwear and weren't very comfortable. The shoes was the least comfortable, not only because of the scratchy knee-length socks, but they were heavy and the leather almost inflexible, though they appeared worn. Worn, but well cared for.

"Now, there's a pair of authentic schoolboys, if I have to say so myself," Mr Harris announced when we joined him and Mr Abd on the terrace.

He told us to be careful of our clothes, we were forbidden to sit and had to hold onto the three schoolbooks each of us had been given by Vanessa. They were held together by a leather belt and we held onto the free end of it.

"Right lads, here's what you will do. You will skip along the footpath here, you know what it means to skip right? Yes, a slow boyish run, as if you're on the way to school. You're happy to be going to school, as today is…"

"Sports day; Sir?" I suggested.

"Yes! You have sports as first period and you're looking forward to it. So you're simply on the way to school and you're a little late so you have to skip instead of walk. Let me see you do that."

"Just that way, Sir?" I asked and pointed. There wasn't anything of interest in that direction, it was just a footpath that would change from tiles to gravel about 250 metres [820 feet] from the mansion. I didn't know where it would take you if you kept walking, had never had a reason to go there before.

"Yes. Hurry up now. I want to get started filming, not stand here with my thumb up my arse doing nothing."

I could have said so many witty remarks about Mr Harris' finger and the butt he supposedly had it stuck into. It wouldn't have been his own, if I knew him properly. Instead I skipped along the path with Chico running next to me. We ran for about 100 metres and would've kept doing so if we hadn't been stopped.

"Cut!" I heard Mr Harris shout from behind me, "Come back here, boys."

We ran back to where we had set out from.

"That was a good first attempt. Slow it down a bit, Søren. You're not trying to set a record, you're only going to school."

"Yes, Sir. Do you want us to do it again?"

"Yes. Off you go."

So we gave it another shot. This time I made sure to keep my pace slower so Chico could do his version of a skip next to me. It looked funny and I had to smile at him.

"Cut!" Mr Harris' voice rang out and we went back to him.

"That's what I want you to do when we do the actual filming. You're just two happy boys with their tummies filled with food from breakfast and can't wait to compete in a playful way with your mates at school."

"Yes, Sir, but we didn't have breakfast," Chico said puzzled.

"And you don't have any mates at school either. Pretend boy. Use your imagination."

"Yes, Mr Harris."

"Good, I want you to skip like you just did, stick to the path and don't stop for any reason whatsoever, unless I tell you to. Pretend the cameras you will see aren't there," Mr Harris said and he and Mr Abd entered a golf cart.

The small whirr the golf cart's engine made was almost indiscernible when we skipped along the footpath for the third time of the day. I smiled at Chico again, when I imagined we were just two boys, brothers, heading to school. It was a nice daydream and I would've gladly went to school even if it meant going there dressed like I was.

Well, only if the rest of the kids there would be dressed the same of course.

Mr Harris kept up with us in the golf cart though he drove on the grass, well away from the footpath.

"Looking good boys. Remember, you cannot see the cameras. They aren't there!" He shouted.

What cameras? There aren't any… OH!

Chico and I had just made it up a very low grade hill, and when we reached the crest, I saw the cameras. One was much closer to us than the others and it sat on tracks laid right next to the path that was now made from dirt/gravel. I only noticed the change when I heard the crunchy sounds our shoes made for each step. We skipped past the camera like it was invisible. It was much harder to ignore when it suddenly appeared right next to us and moved along with us as we skipped ever closer to the other two cameras.

They were harder to see, the two stationary cameras, they sat just inside a small grove of low trees which the path went through. We had been told to just keep skipping happily along the path and that's what we did.

This is where I would lie in hiding if I wanted to frighten someone.

I only just managed to think the thought as we passed the first couple of trees when all of a sudden two large men stepped out onto the path right in front of us. Their lower faces were hidden behind a cloth and generally they looked extremely scary. Even scarier was the open sack they each held in their hands. Chico screamed shrilly as if he was a little girl when the man closest to him grabbed hold of him. I wasn't much braver, I must admit, but at least I tried to get away from the men.

I screamed too and with the heavy books swinging from the end of the leather belt and kicking with my heavily padded feet, I put up a fight that lasted long enough for the one man to drop his sack over Chico and tie it around his lower legs and come to aid the other. I ended up inside a sack too, like Chico, but not until I had given one of the men a nosebleed and kicked the leg of the one helping him so hard, it made my own foot hurt inside the heavy shoe.

"Cut!" I heard when I had been wrestled to the ground inside the sack.

***

"The whelp bwoke me fucking nose! Let m…"

"It had better look well on tape. That's a scene it sounds like you don't want us to repeat," Mr Harris said.

I was still inside the rough canvas sack, though the cameras had obviously been stopped and I tried to struggle out of it. The men had tied it so tightly around my ankles I could feel my feet throb.

"Let me bweak his nose! Just one thwow."

"No! Go have Vanessa help you reset it. It's not the first ever time your nose was broken in a fight."

"Never by anyone smaller than meself! I want to teach him a lesson."

"Maybe after the movie has been shot. I need him to look pretty throughout the movie, you idiot. Go now. Everyone, take half an hour break, then we'll setup for the next scene."

I heard the men walk away from us.

Oy! Haven't you forgotten someone?

"Sir? SIR?!" I yelled then, "Anyone?" I asked in a low voice when nobody replied.

"Stop screaming, Søren. You're giving me a headache."

"Chico? Are you still tied up?"

"Yes. And, and… I think I had an accident," he said sadly.

That's why Vanessa wouldn't let us use the toilet this morning! Of course.

"It's okay, Chico. It's only a movie."

"No, it isn't. People never shit themselves in movies."

"Sure, they do. Haven't you watched, uhm…"

"See, you can't think of any either."

It was true, I couldn't for the love of me think of any children's movies where one of the actors had had an accident. But, the movie Chico and I were in wasn't meant for children. I wasn't so sure it was a movie either, Mr Harris had said something about wanting to make a documentary.

Far as I know, documentaries are about real stuff. And they're boring!

It both was and wasn't boring waiting for someone to come undo the rope around our ankles so Chico could get cleaned up. My imagination, sparked by what I had heard Mr Harris say during the tour of the mansion, made sure it wasn't boring. When I added in the fact of the new slave room in the basement, I nearly shat myself too. I didn't realise there wouldn't have been running water in the olden times, certainly not coming out of a showerhead, nor toilets, and I thought for sure that we'd be taken there and thrown into the two vacant cages.

***

When they finally came to fetch us, we weren't freed from the sacks, just put into the golf cart. The canvas of the sack was so roughly woven I could see through it and I saw we weren't driving towards the mansion. Mr Harris simply followed the same path we had been skipping along, before our capture, further away from the mansion. When he stopped the cart, we were in front of a small stone hut.

The other men quickly set up the cameras, microphone and light stands, while he walked around making sure every little detail was exactly to his liking.

"Right, bring the tub and fill it up. Where are the actors?"

We're right here where you put us!

"There you are. When the tub has been filled and the hose moved out of the way, I want you to fetch the boys. One of them is ready for the next scene, one isn't. Make sure both of them are ready and hopefully we can get this scene in one take like the first," Mr Harris said.

Clearly, he didn't think of us boys as actors, which made me wonder what exactly we were supposed to be.

Extras? If it wasn't for us, there'd be no movie.

The man who I had given a nosebleed came over to us. He nudged my side with his foot.

"You, whelp. You're not ready for the next scene. Get it done and be quick about. The tub is half-full now, when it's full, your britches had better be full too."

"Sir? What do you mean?"

"You should be desperate for a dump. According to the missus, you haven't shat for more than 36 hours. Shit your pants and shift your body around so it'll get real messy back there. If you won't go, I'll throw punches at your stomach until you do. If that won't get you started, then I'll fucking shit on you and smear it all over your body. You have about 5 minutes."

It was disgusting and much harder than one would think to poop my pants. I had to lie on my side and use my hands to tug on my knees to get started. And afterwards I had to roll onto my back and grind my butt into the grass to get the poop to spread out over a larger area. It would've been easier to just use my hands, I suppose, but I wasn't ready to do that and risk getting poop onto those as well. It wasn't comforting to know I wasn't being filmed while purposely pooping my pants.

It would've been better if I had pooped them from fear like Chico did. Then nobody would be able to hold it against me.

***

When the filming restarted, Chico and I were lugged up onto the shoulders of the men who had captured us and carried onto the new set.

"Cursed be, the wee one shat himself when we nicked them. We can't allow the patron to see him like this, he will be angered if he thinks we caused harm to the lads."

"The older one smells like shit too. Must have shat himself during the bout. We should have tricked them, not nicked them like we did."

"With a face like yours, a boy should have to be blind to trust you. You look more evil than my dear old grandma. And that should say a lot!"

"Cut!"

"What do you mean cut? That was prime acting!"

"You sound too educated. Remember, you're only poor villains with hardly any schooling. Make your speech more slurred. Start from the top. And make it right this time. I can't believe I'm actually paying you for this. You won't be taking a boy to bed tonight, if you won't step up your act!"

The two men walked back to where they had picked us up, and when Mr Harris yelled out, they re-entered the set. This time they did it proper and sounded like someone from the mediaeval times. They could've fooled me, that's for sure. The scene went on to the men dumping us into the trough-like tub, spilling a lot of the cold water out of it in the process. They only let us out of the sacks when Chico and I were completely drenched.

They told us to remove our shorts and underwear, and when we weren't quick enough they removed them for us. After cleaning our bums and thighs from the smelly stuff, they made us rinse out both underwear and shorts and then put them back on, still soaking wet, like the rest of our clothes.

The scene ended with the two men fitting metal shackles on our wrists and ankles and chained us to a large sturdy eyebolt on the side of the house.

***

We were given a bit of breakfast then, it was just a lump of bread and a bottle of water for each of us.

Are they going to keep treating us like we've really been kidnapped? What if they intend to treat us as slaves for the rest of the movie? Or for the rest of our lives?

Technically, I had been a slave before the filming began, and would most likely still be a slave after the filming ended whenever that would be. But, it had never seemed to be as bad as it was being a slave in Mr Harris' movie. Vanessa hadn't made me shit myself.

Well she did, sorta, when she tried to cook my body with electricity, but she didn't order me to do it.

It seemed so long ago when that had happened and my life had gotten somewhat better after that failed attempt to escape. At times, I had forced myself beyond my limits, while other times, others had pushed me far beyond what I thought was possible at the time. And just when everything seemed to be getting easier, something like this had happened. I couldn't help but wonder what I had done to end up sitting shackled to an outside wall, eating stale bread and drinking lukewarm water.

It didn't matter, when or where I had somehow messed up, or even how. I had, and I'd simply have to adapt to the new situation. I'd somehow improve and then life would go back to normal. At least as normal as a life as being one of Mr Abd's sons could be.

I looked at Chico. He didn't seem to like being part of this movie, either. I wanted to ask him if he was having fun yet, if he finally understood the road to becoming famous wasn't going to be fun and easy. But, I didn't. Instead, I moved my shackled hands over to his and gave him a little comforting squeeze. He looked up from the bread he was fiddling with and his eyes found mine.

"We'll get through this, bro. 'Tis just a stupid movie. Once it's done, all of them will leave and then it'll just be you and me, Father and Vanessa."

The corners of his small mouth perked up, not a lot, but enough. And then he popped the piece of bread he had been rolling with his fingers into his mouth.

***

When the filming continued, a new actor joined us on the set. This one was the buyer, as far as I could figure out, and he wanted to make sure we were unharmed. So we had to go through the humiliation of being stripped again, then prodded by his fingers. He left no part of our bodies untouched, he even checked our mouths to make sure all our teeth were there, using the same finger he had only moments before pushed into our bums to make sure our two capturers hadn't used us.

He nodded approvingly and said something about our bums being tight and unused. Maybe he was sort of right about that when it came to Chico, as he hadn't been fucked by a man yet, but my bum sure had been fucked plenty of times. Almost daily for a full year. We weren't allowed to put our clothes back on when he had finished his examination of us, he put a heavy iron collar around our necks and led us off the set by a rope he had tied to them.

"Cut!" Mr Harris finally shouted, "That's a wrap. We'll carry on tomorrow. Free the boys, there's no reason for them to be in shackles for the rest of the day and night."

Suddenly, the two men, who had been so demeaning to us, changed somewhat. The one who claimed I had broken his nose was still angry with me, but nevertheless he unlocked the old padlocks holding the shackles in place.

"What do you say, lad, you and me in my bed tonight?" He asked me, though I could see he'd rather punch my nose in.

"These two boys aren't available, Geoff. You can pick from any of the four we've brought with us, but not these," Mr Harris informed him in a cold voice.

"Pity. I'm sure this one is hot."

"Oh, he is. Very hot, indeed," he said and winked at me.

That's when I knew I'd be spending the night with Mr Harris and not Mr Abd. And I wasn't wrong. There was no discussion or any hard feelings between the two men, Mr Abd only told me, quite unnecessarily, that I had to do anything Mr Harris asked of me. It wasn't much different from the first night with him, though he didn't ask what I wanted to do this time. He wanted my mouth and throat, and I let him. He didn't settle with that, but fucked me for a long time when he had rested for a few minutes.

***

The next morning the filming was resumed. The set was the gazebo, the weather was just right for filming that scene according to Mr Harris. The two men who had been the capturers were now dressed in expensive looking chitons and lay on futons moved from the mansion to the gazebo. They no longer wore the cloth in front of their faces and had put on wigs to change their hair colour and style. They also altered their voices to sound like noblemen, like the buyer.

Like I had anticipated Chico and I didn't wear much, but we weren't entirely naked. A small loincloth hid our bits in front, but left our rear ends uncovered. Our backs and our buttocks bore marks from whippings, the welts looked very realistic, though it was only makeup and some kind of clear rubber that had been glued in place. The glue made my skin itch terribly, still it was far better than having been whipped to raise real welts.

Two of the boys Mr Harris had brought with him bore real marks, both new and old, which immediately made me so much more appreciative of my life as Mr Abd's son. At least I was never beaten as mercilessly by Chico as the two boys apparently had been. Chico lacked the strength, first and foremost, and the instruments Vanessa chose for our disciplining didn't include a bullwhip, like the one our 'owner' demonstrated on one of the boys.

"Just so you can see what it's really like," as Mr Harris had said, "Remember, in the movie, you've been subjected to the same. Because of the damned contract Mr Abd made me sign, we have to only use makeup on you two."

The boy's screams from the three strokes gave me the chills, and Chico's tears fell from his eyes in genuine sympathy for the boy we didn't know. He hadn't done anything wrong, not to my knowledge. He was whipped solely because he was a slave and Mr Harris felt we needed to witness a proper whipping.

I hope I'll never have to see something like that again, or, the Gods forbid it, experience it myself!

The scene itself, well, it was us four boys doing everything we could to keep the three men satisfied. It began somewhat dull, at least for me, as it only involved in pouring wine into golden cups. We were instructed not to pour too much at a time so we'd have to refill the cups often and the men held the cups in such a way all of us had to stretch to reach. This made our bums easy targets for the men, who at first just petted or stroked a buttock, later groped or slapped us and finally, a finger or more was pushed into us.

"Keep pouring, but slowly, slave," the man, whose nose I had punched, ordered me and unceremoniously shoved two of his fingers inside of my bum just when I began to pour the wine into the cup he had placed on the floor. I had to bend right over in order to make sure the wine went into the cup and not onto the floor.

"Careful, slave, if you spill a drop, I'll flog you like I did a week ago. The marks haven't fully healed yet," he said and traced one of the fake welts up my back with a finger.

Unfortunately he was still busy cramming the fingers on his other hand into my bum. It made me hiss out in pain, even though I tried to keep quiet. Mr Harris had fucked me for so long twice that same night and my bum hole still seemed to be on fire.

"Still hurts, I see," the man said, "Let that be a reminder to always do as you're told. You may thank me now."

"Thank you, Sireee!" I shrieked out the last syllable when he decided to work in another finger into my already too crowded butthole.

"Pretorios, I envy you for your luck in acquiring this boy," he told my in-movie owner.

"He is a little charmer, yes. Would you like to test his pleasure opening with your powerful rod instead of your fingers?"

"I fear I'd end up in too much debt to you, my Lord. I owe you so much already."

"Fear not, for this is a celebration and as such, I will ask of nothing in return from my guests. The littlest one is solely for my pleasure, however. He is my gift to myself."

"You are most kind, my Lord."

"I should like to witness the act, while I enjoy myself with his younger brother. Let it be a contest, let's see who will plant his seeds first."

"As you bid, my Lord."

Chico only had to suck the cock of 'Pretorios' while I was sodomized by the bully pretending to be one of his senators, whatever that was supposed to be. He fucked me, making sure to prolong the time it took for him to spurt his sperm onto my back, only after Chico had managed to suck out the sperm of the cock in his mouth.

"You win again, my Lord."

"I'm sure you held back, but we shall have another contest later. Let's recuperate first."

***

Mr Harris' documentary took a full month to film and six weeks to edit. I never saw the final version, though it made a ton of money. Mr Abd told me they considered making a nonsexual version of the documentary for the normal market, but chose not to.

"There are already far too many who knows your faces out there. I get daily requests from people who want to either buy or rent you. Some openly discuss the possibilities of downright kidnapping you, on our own chat forums! Don't worry, boys. I'll never let you go, not for any price offered. Had it been one of my ex-boys, I likely would've rented them out, but not you two. You mean more to me than just sex and money. You are my true sons," he told us.

He might've said so, but he still made money from new sex movies starring either me alone or in the company of Chico. I much preferred when Chico was part of a movie too. We made a good show, the two of us together. The best shows, however, were those that weren't ever filmed. Maybe it would be wrong to call what we did alone in our bedroom 'shows'. We made love, passionate love yes, and even at times had downright wild sex.

But, whenever we did stuff in our bedroom with the door shut and locked, it was an expression of the love we felt for each other. Chico always fucked me hard in the bum with the strap-on fake cock, but I grew to love even that. I never asked him to slow down for my sake, as that just wouldn't have been the real Chico then.

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I had gotten used to having sex in front of cameras, both the ones I knew was there, but couldn't see and the ones I could see. While I enjoyed sex in general, I truly loved having sex with Chico. I had deep feelings for the little kid and though we had not been born as brothers, we sure grew to become brothers in every sense of the word. We could get angry with or jealous of each other, but never for any length of time. Mr Abd or Vanessa would quickly settle any disagreements, Vanessa always in a more hands-on approach than Mr Abd who'd rather torture us by making us talk to each other.

It wasn't paradise on Earth, far from, but living in Mr Abd's mansion was nice as long as I obeyed the many strict rules. Chico was, at least when he felt like it, a very caring brother, always good for a kiss. And so much more, when we were allowed to. That was maybe the only real downer, that we couldn't just have mad sex, or make love to one another, whenever we wanted to. Maybe it was a good thing, I fear we might've jumped each other's bones every minute we were awake if that rule hadn't been enforced.

And the rules were enforced. Breaking one of them always meant some kind of degrading punishment carried out by the person I loved the most. Vanessa was good for a great number of different punishments and Chico was a quite skilful executioner. He didn't much like to be the one having to carry out her orders of slapping me or, in very few cases, whipping me, but he did it anyway. As did I when I had to punish him. Needless to say, we much rather wanted to kiss and caress than inflict pain to each other.

So we did what we had to in order to keep Vanessa and Mr Abd happy. Even when it involved doing stuff we never would've done had it not been for the consequences of not doing so.

Other than sex and punishments, we'd always get the food we needed in order to satisfy our hunger, even when my stomach turned into a bottomless pit, seemingly always wanting more. I went from three meals per day to three meals plus a morning snack, an afternoon snack and a snack just before bedtime. Even with all the food I ate, I never puffed out. I didn't get fat due to the exercise and the hard manual labour at the mansion.

***

I did grow, yes, but only in height. Vanessa kept a log of both Chico's and my data, including our weight, height, muscle mass and a score of other stuff, plus the progress of a mysterious thing she called puberty. To keep the log of my health updated, she checked my naked body for growth on a weekly basis, which also meant measuring my worm and balls. I don't know why she even bothered measuring my private bits so often, the data never seemed to change at all. But, at least that seemed to please her.

"Well, it looks like we won't have to start you on puberty suppressors just yet, Søren, it can't be long though," she told me one day after measuring both the length and girth of my stiffy.

"Why, Vanessa?" I asked, then added for clarification, "Why won't it be long?"

"You've grown almost ten centimetres in the 11 months you've been with us. You're 152 cm [~5'] tall now, more than double the height of Chico. Aw, don't worry, little one, you've grown too. It just takes longer for younger boys to grow taller."

Her words didn't seem to be any consolation to Chico, but more importantly they hadn't answered my question.

"I still don't get it, Vanessa."

"Well, when a boy starts his growth spurt, his penis will start lengthening too. Then his testicles will drop, and his hairs will become coarser and denser."

"My balls will fall off?" I asked in shock.

"Oh, no, Søren. They will just sit lower in the scrotum, this sack here. Instead of sitting close to your body, they will drop into the bottom of the sack. They'll do it naturally, instead of like now where I have to squeeze them a bit to move them down."

"Oh," I said, both relieved and in a bit of pain. I didn't tell her to let go of my balls, I knew she could do whatever she wanted to me, as long as it wouldn't seriously harm me and render me useless for Mr Abd's movies. Speaking of movies, naturally our weekly check-ups were recorded as well.

"It's not a bad thing when it happens, and it will happen someday. Unfortunately, Mr Abd will quickly lose interest in you when it does. More importantly, so will the people who pays to watch your videos. When that day arrives, you will most likely be sold. But I can, and I will, make sure that day won't come for another four or five years. I can't delay it for longer than that as it would be far too expensive and it would lower your resell value. But, like I said, we have nothing to worry about right now."

She let go of my balls and told us to put on our clothes. I was only too happy to get dressed, it meant my balls would be safe from her, at least for the time being.

***

I had been the property of Mr Abd, one of his sons, for almost a full year. The time had passed by quickly, much quicker than I dared think of. I hadn't accomplished anything of significance. Well, I had fallen in love with Chico, but that was it, really. My mission to infiltrate the LAoV, that had once seemed to be so important, was on standby, if not completely called off. I didn't even know if the war was still on.

We never heard radio or watched TV, Chico and me, and were never allowed to use the computers or tablets in the mansion. None of the adults thought it important to tell us about what went on beyond the wall of the estate either. Our world ended where the wall began. I had stopped worrying about the rest of the world, not because I didn't care, it simply didn't matter much. I wouldn't be leaving the mansion for at least another four years, based on what Vanessa had told me.

It turned out to be much sooner than that, but she didn't know that. Not then.

***

Mr Abd had left the mansion in the morning before I ever got out of bed. It wasn't unusual and normally he'd be back in time for dinner. He had never missed dinner, not once, but he was late that Wednesday evening. I know it was a Wednesday, because Chico and I had spent time together alone throughout the afternoon. Yes, we had sex that day. It began with nice cuddly love-making, progressed into me fucking Chico hard (he told me to!) and ended with us kissing, before Vanessa unlocked the door as per usual.

We had cooked dinner as per her instructions and were standing behind our chairs at the table, waiting for Mr Abd to enter the room and sit. The grandfather clock rang out the six times it usually did, it was my duty to make sure the darned thing was always wound up, but Mr Abd didn't tell us to be seated. He wasn't there. I dared look up and saw Chico was looking just as confused as I was.

"Patience, boys," Vanessa said and we obeyed immediately.

She had given both of us points while we had cooked dinner, because Chico couldn't resist flaunting his bum at me. I was more interested in watching him than minding the sweet potatoes roasting in the oven. My stomach wasn't patient though, and the aromas from the food on the table made it grumble painfully and loudly too.

When a single ding from the clock told us it was fifteen minutes past the hour, Vanessa told us to sit and eat. She didn't join us but immediately left us alone in the dining room. We hadn't even sat down before she was out the door. I decided the food wasn't going to get any better sitting on the platters on the table and put some of it on my plate.

"Just eat, Chico. It's okay, Vanessa told us to," I said quietly.

It was the only thing said between us while we ate, making sure at least one thing about the meal was kept to the norm. When we had both finished eating, we just sat there in our chairs and waited to be told to clear the table and get started on cleaning the dishes. The ticking from the clock was easily picked up, it was the only sound in the room.

I heard when the clockwork began to whirr and then I heard the dings announcing it was 19:00. At that time, we'd normally be just about finished with the clean up after dinner, but we were still sitting at the table, silently. I looked at Chico who just so happened to be looking at me, too. He shrugged his shoulders and I shrug mine as well. I had no idea of what was going on and neither had Chico. And so we waited.

My butt was numb when Vanessa finally came back to the dining room. It was well past our bedtime, but still there had been no signs of Mr Abd having returned to the mansion. She sat at the table and put her elbows on it. A huge no-no, but she seemed to have forgotten it. I looked up at her and saw her hiding her face in her hands. Then her shoulders began to quiver. I heard her sob, a sound I had been most certain she was unable to make.

"Boys," she said after a while, "Uh, boys, your father is not coming home tonight. Go to bed."

"Yes, Vanessa, but, what about the clea…"

"Søren, be a good lad now and just go to bed," she said tiredly and sad.

"Yes, Vanessa."

***

We went straight to bed without going through the usual ritual of cleansing our bodies. Heck, we didn't even pee, just shed our clothes and got into our beds as that was what Vanessa had told us to. I lay for a long time on my back and looked into the darkness of the room. And wondered what was up.

"Søren?"

"Yes?"

"I have got to pee!"

"Then go."

He went to the bathroom and then I joined him. I had to pee too.

"What's wrong? Why didn't Father come home for dinner? Why was Vanessa crying?"

"I don't know Chico. He'll be here tomorrow, you'll see."

I hope he will! I don't like this at all.

Mr Abd didn't return home in the morning. He would never return to the mansion again.

"Boys, your father is dead. He died in an accident on the way home last night. His car was hit by a roadside bomb," Vanessa explained when she had woken us.

She sat on my bed and talked calmly to us, though she didn't look calm. She looked like she hadn't slept at all that night.

"What now?" I asked in shock.

"I don't know. I, uh… I just don't know."

***

Vanessa had to spend some time to think of what to do, in the meantime Chico and I cleaned up the dining room and kitchen and made breakfast. We had to eat, no matter what else was going to happen. She joined us when the oatmeal porridge was ready, even had a small helping of it.

"Well, we can't stay here," she said, "there's not enough food and I can't order more, Mr Abd always paid in advance and I can't access his funds. I've tried to find one who'd buy the two of you, but they all said you belong to Mr Abd and how I'm not entitled to sell you on his behalf. When I told them he had died, they ended the transmission and wouldn't answer when I tried to contact them again. I have just about enough gas in the van to get back to my aunt."

"What about us?" Chico asked.

"What about you? I can't help you. My aunt is poor and so am I. If it hadn't been for Mr Abd, both of us would have died a long time ago. With him gone, maybe that's what will happen now."

I guess I was still in shock when I asked her what Mr Abd had done to save her and why.

"Mr Abd, Hassan, was my uncle's slave. Hassan's family name wasn't Abd at all, I don't know his real name, and I doubt he knew it either. He was bought by my uncle when he was even younger than you Chico. My uncle trained him to be the perfect slave. To serve him, to take care of his every need. Yes, that too, he took him into his bed. I was only a little girl then, but I knew what happened. I heard the… sounds. I asked my aunt what uncle did to Hassan and she told me it wasn't anything I should worry about.

"Before my uncle died, Hassan had become his son in every sense of the word, my aunt and uncle couldn't have children of their own. He was even sent to an expensive boarding school for two years. It nearly bankrupted my uncle. When my uncle died, Hassan took over. He was barely a man then, only 19 years old. But, my uncle had trained him well and taught him how to barter. Hassan was able to buy cheap and sell at a higher price. Whatever he could buy, a shovel, a car, even a boy, he bought it as long as he knew there was a chance to make a profit."

Somewhere along the way, Mr Abd had bought a video camera. Just an old beat up thing with a couple of cassettes. He had videotaped himself having sex with one of his boy slaves, and found there was a market for tapes like that. Not a huge market, surely not big enough to be able to buy the mansion, but the income from it and the other things he bought and sold had enabled him to make a downpayment on it and fix it up. Mr Abd had been trained to be the perfect slave, indeed, but had managed to hold onto a strong and powerful will of his own.

"He was able to be humble or demanding, whichever was required. He made deals with men, some became his friends, others he blackmailed and that only helped him make more money. Money that is now gone with his death, friends too," Vanessa ended her lengthy monologue.

"So, you'll just leave us here to die." I said.

"No, Søren! I'll take you both with me in my van. We'll part ways near the northern border. It's relatively safe there, and once you've crossed the border, I'm sure you can find a relief camp or shelter for refugees from the war. What you do from there on is up to you. I hope you'll stick together, you are brothers."

***

It's only a bad dream. Any minute now, Vanessa will tell me to wake up.

I wished it was true, I would've dreamt the worst nightmare, one where I kept falling or was chased by monsters. One where I'd wake with the covers all tangled up around me, almost suffocating me, drenched in sweat. But, it was no dream. I was really standing on the side of a dusty road, watching Vanessa's van disappear in a cloud of dust. I had never liked the woman, would never in a million years have thought I'd feel so strongly about her getting out of my life. If anyone had told me beforehand, I would've laughed bitterly at them.

I wasn't laughing now, I only wanted to let myself fall to the ground and cry in the hope of someone finding me, someone who'd pick me up and take me with them. I didn't care what they'd do to me, as long as they'd feed me and take responsibility for me. Having to make my own decisions meant it was possible to make bad calls. And if I made a bad decision from then on, it wouldn't only be me who'd suffer from it. No, it meant Chico could be hurt as well. The little boy held my hand and looked about as desperate as I was.

We were both shocked from Mr Abd dying and the impact it had on our lives. It was like a giant hand had come down from above, picked us up and dropped us far away only seconds later. There were no one to help us, no one to guide us, no one to feed us. The reality kicked in like I had been kicked in the nuts. It hurt and left me feeling numb all over.

"Come, Søren. We have to start walking. It'll get dark before we get to the border if we don't walk now."

I sighed. He was right, the little one, we had a ways to walk. A long walk. The border we were headed for wasn't as heavily guarded as the previous one I had crossed. This one had wide deserted stretches where people could, and did, cross it. The country we were about to enter was Torkam. Vanessa had told us it was a friendly country. A country neutral to the war still raging between mine and the self-proclaimed country LAoV had been busy conquering land for.

When she told me about the LAoV I was instantly reminded of the mission I had been sent out on. It was then I decided I'd do like the boy D and T had sent out before me. Choi or Cho or whatever his name was. D and T would never hear from me either. I'd never get back in touch with that organisation again. My mission wasn't to help win a war, my mission was to get safely back home to my mum and my sister.

I wonder what they'll think of my new brother. I hope they'll like him. But Lise had better not like him as much as I do. I don't want to share him that way. She'll just have to find a boyfriend of her own.

"Yeah, Chico. Let's go home. It's far from here, but we'll get there some day, somehow."

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