Chapter 26

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

"Are you sure this is the place?" I could hear T ask, he sounded sort of worried.

"Positive. We just got here a little early. We've been waiting for ten minutes, but it's only a couple of minutes past the time we agreed to. Let's wait for a little while more, he may have been delayed."

"Or, you could start the car and we can go back. I have a bad feeling about this."

"We've been through this before. Yes, it's risky for every one of us if Søren makes a mistake but you need to have faith. Søren is a smart kid, he'll be able to work things out."

"That's the exact same thing you said about Cho. And we still haven't heard anything from him yet."

"Don't talk so loud, Søren may be able to hear us. Besides, we need all the money we…"

I'm not the first? I thought I was! How many other kids like me have they sold? What happened to them?

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

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

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

"Well, I'm all you get. I have the money. All of the 18,500 in gold. It's in the back. The boy has better be worth it, the gold probably weighs more than he does."

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

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

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

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

"He's in the trunk."

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

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

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

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

She made me enter the van before padlocking the chain to an eyelet in a fairly sturdy looking metal beam sitting low on the side of the van. She looked into my mouth with the help from the light of the flashlight and then told me to get onto my hands and knees facing away from her.

"Urggh," I groaned when she without any warning stuck something cold into my bum. Fortunately it wasn't very thick and she didn't take too long before she pulled it back out.

"Next time, if there ever will be one, you'll make sure the boy you're selling is clean inside! This one's full of filthy waste, but as far as I can tell, that's all there is inside of him. Take the gold and drive back to where you came from. Do not try to follow me when I leave, I have people watching you. It would be such a shame having to kill you, now you've handed over such a nice, though filthy, little boy."

She shut the rear doors of the van and I was once again surrounded by complete and utter darkness.

Less than a minute later the van began moving and I was driven to a place, noone had thought important to tell me where was.

***

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

She hadn't said one word to me after she had told me to get out of the banged up sedan, had only used gestures to tell me what to do. That changed when the door to the garage shut behind her. We were now inside a house, or that is what I thought anyway, since the temperature had changed.

"Right, boy. Søren is it?" She asked.

"Yes, miss." I confirmed, happy she was pronouncing my name correctly and that she spoke English to me. I had been watching English children shows and movies ever since before I learned how to talk and spoke it quite fluently.

"Call me Vanessa."

"Yes, Vanessa," I said, though tired and nervous I wanted her to know I was well-mannered and quite eager to please.

"You're now the property of Mr Abd. You're never to call him that, you will address him as Father," she told me while she removed the cuff from my wrist.

"Yes, Vanessa, I'll call him Father."

This slave thing doesn't seem to be so bad. I don't really want to call Mr Abd Father though. The last time I called someone other than my father 'Dad', I had to run for my life!

"You now have two brothers," Vanessa carried on explaining, "Two boys who only just arrived here yesterday. Your younger brother is Chico and your older brother is Francis. Mr Abd will treat you like you're his son. Well, somewhat at least. He will do things to you family members normally wouldn't do to each other. Other than that he will treat you exactly like you're his son."

So he's like Halim then. He did stuff to me my real father never would've done.

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

I gulped but said, "Yes, Vanessa."

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

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

"Yes, Vanessa," I said.

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

"Well, when going outside, I need to remember to put on a pair of wellies first, and a coat if it's cold. Inside the house I have to always wear pyjamas, unless I'm in my room. I have to do what Mr… Uh, Father and you tell me and always be a good boy." I said, leaving out the part of playing naked in the sprinklers. I wasn't sure if I would ever want to do that again. It had been years since the last time I had done so.

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

"Ow!" I cried out in pain, when Vanessa without warning slapped my rear end.

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

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

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

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

He will never be my father!

Vanessa took off her high-heeled shoes and put on a pair of home slippers and guided me through the very large house. Everywhere I looked it was like a display of money. Old-looking tapestries hung from the high ceiling covering most of the walls and the part of the walls, that weren't covered with the painting-like carpets, were covered with wooden panels. The furniture could have come straight out of a children's fairy-tale castle, most of it old and heavy, and likely very expensive. Certainly not something I imagined could be very child-friendly.

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

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

"This is your bedroom. Well, you're sharing it with your brothers. They sleep in the beds here and that one over there is yours. I made it for you today, from now on, it'll be your responsibility to change the sheets every week. You'll make sure your bed is always made to look exactly like it is now, whenever you leave it."

The bedroom was about 3 x 4 metres [c. 10 x 13 feet]. It had three doors, one from the corridor, one to the connecting bathroom and the last door was a double patio door leading outside. There were three beds crammed into the smallish room, two sat with the headboards up against the short wall with the door from the corridor. The bed, Vanessa had said was mine seemed as if it had been placed wherever there had been room for it, as it blocked one of the patio doors. The only other furniture in the room was a large chest with six drawers in it.

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

It looks a bit like a hospital bed! That's it.

Vanessa walked to the bed and pulled on the side of it. The railing she pulled up consisted of fairly thick bars, which went from horizontal to vertical when she pivoted the railing up into position. The top of the railing was about 25 centimetres [~10 "] above the mattress.

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

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

That'll make the bed so uncomfortable!

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

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

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

***

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

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

Their parts are just a lump, I can't tell their worms from their nuts. Not like they're able to with mine.

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

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

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

I nodded and immediately Vanessa slapped my right bum cheek making it feel like it was on fire.

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

"Yes, Vanessa. I'm sorry."

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

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

"Yes, Vanessa," I quickly said.

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

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

"Yes, Vanessa."

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Chapter 27

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

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

She was teaching Chico how to do the front crawl, which Francis and I had been told to. She was quite right, I could swim a little faster. I had been swimming alongside Francis and while he was older and much taller than me, he sure didn't know how to swim well. I swam 22 laps, about 7 more than Francis, before Vanessa finally told us to stop.

I used to enjoy swimming pools and had been reluctant to get back out of the water previously, especially on a warm sunny day like that one, but right then I couldn't get out of the pool soon enough. I was dead tired and almost didn't look at the other boys' stuff, though it was so easy to check them out since we were all standing naked at the side of the pool.

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

"Did he do anything with you?"

"You mean sex and stuff?"

"Yes?," I nodded while I tried to wash my back.

"Let me do that for you. You can wash mine after when I wash Chico's," Francis said but wouldn't look me in the eye when he continued on, "No, he didn't do anything yet. But, I think it'll only be a matter of time. He cuddled with us after dinner last night. Then kissed us goodnight and Vanessa took us to our bedroom."

"And she punished you?"

"Uh-huh. And other stuff," Chico chirped in his little-boy voice.

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

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

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

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

Whatever study hall is anyway.

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Søren? Ahhh yes, you're on my list. Okay, class. We'll continue where we left off yesterday. Who can tell me…"

***

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

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

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

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

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

***

"After study hall," Vanessa explained, "you usually have 20 minutes where you can play, go to the toilet for a pee or lie on your back in your bed, if that's what you feel up to, but not today Søren. I have to take your measurements and it'll take some time. Go have a quick pee, then undress and stand on your bed."

Vanessa used a tape measurer while she rattled off the measurements to Francis who scribbled them down as quickly as he could. Whenever I had been dragged off by my mum to buy new clothes, she had just held them up against me to make sure they'd fit, but Vanessa was much more meticulous in her measuring. Everything from the length of my arms and my legs, both on the inside and the outside, to how long my torso was and the circumference of my neck, waist and chest plus a lot more numbers were written down by Francis, before she was finally done with me. It had taken all of our 20 minutes long break, the only one we had on weekdays, to get the numbers needed for the tailor made onesies, I'd be getting.

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Hmm, well, I'll leave all of that in your hands, you're capable of dealing with those things yourself. You've proven that to me time and time again. That's why I hired you in the first place."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes, father," Chico said quietly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

"You may only leave your bed during the night, in case you have to pee or you've gotten sick. If I am to discover you've been out of bed after I've said goodnight and you didn't have a good reason for it, I will make sure you can't leave your bed again after a thorough punishment. We already went over that part before lunch, right Søren?."

"Yes, Vanessa."

She patted my upturned bum and moved to the center of our room. She only had to take one step, the bedroom was so small.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Why did I say eight? It was either six or seven, not eight!

"You were given seven points, Søren. Two at lunch, one during exercise, two during study hall, one when you wouldn't stand still while I tried to measure your inseam and one when you almost dropped the pot on the floor while cooking. But with the point for getting the total wrong, it does make eight in all. If you don't get it right tomorrow, it'll be an extra two points," she told me.

"Now, tonight's punishment. Last night we did spankings, and I never do the same punishment two days in a row. That way it won't be something you boys get used to. Last night it was your bums that were smacked, tonight, it'll be your wriggly feet. One point equals one slap with a leather paddle across the soles of your feet.

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

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

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

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

Maybe if it had been smaller, I wouldn't have any second thoughts, but this? It's much bigger than the one the sadistic Sayid hit my feet with and that hurt so much! No, I must remember I'm a slave. I have to do what I'm told even when I don't want to.

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

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

"Yes, Vanessa."

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

The paddle struck home onto Chico's feet which a loud smacking sound and immediately Chico shrieked. It instantly brought me back to when I had been the one being paddled across my feet. I almost couldn't bring myself to continue but happened to look over at Francis. The older boy nodded curtly, urging me silently to go on and get it over with. Chico's shrieks got louder but fortunately for both him and me, he only had five points.

It took me less than 30 seconds to administer the five smacks with the paddle, after which I was only too happy to hand Francis the paddle and lie on my bed. Vanessa told him to smack me five times with the paddle and then Chico was to give me the last three. When my punishment was over, my feet felt like I had walked on burning coals since both of the brothers had struck my feet as hard as they could. Even the coldness of the tiled bathroom floor didn't do much to stop the burning sensation.

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

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

"The oils make your poop mushier, the salts help your insides to not dry out and get irritated, and the water will make you want to go. Whether or not you feel like it. Søren, I know you must be anxious for a good poo, you've been ready for one all day haven't you? Your bum was about full this morning, but in this house you boys will only poo at night, just before going to bed.

"Mr Abd wants your little boy bodies smelling nice and clean both inside and out. Now, Søren, attach the hose to the bag and stick the nozzle in your bum."

"All of it?" I couldn't help but ask when I looked at the quite long nozzle attached to the hose from the bag. It was at least a good 30 cm [1 foot] long.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"That seems okay to me. Slide the valve about 3/4 open, then lie on your left side with your right leg bent a little. You'll stay there until all of the solution has gone into your dirty rear end and I won't hear one word about how bad you think it may feel. I've tried it myself and it really isn't bad at all. You will remain where you are until I tell you to sit on the toilet."

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

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

"Yes, Vanessa."

Chapter 28

"Why did you have to hit me so hard?" Chico asked me, when Vanessa had left us and shut the door after her.

The smaller boy lay on his front, clutching his pillow in his hands. His bum was the highest point of his body as he lay on his knees and chest and I could see the red tube with the rubber ball going into it. The enema bag hooked up to the tube was the same size as mine and Francis', but he only had about a litre [c. 1 quart] of fluid to consume. I suppose it was because he was so much smaller than me and his brother.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Really? You'd do that for me?" Chico seemed intrigued by the idea.

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

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

I didn't consider myself gay, though I had sucked a lot of dicks, not to mention having been fucked too many times to count them. And had thoroughly enjoyed being fucked at times, though it had mostly been when Jabir did it. His boy spear hadn't been so large it hurt me.

"No, eh… I don't know. I don't think it makes you gay if you suck someone. I think you'd have to love a boy or a man a whole lot to be gay."

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

She left Francis and I moaning when the fluid began spurting into the toilets. Some of the fluid inside me came out as soon as the balloon deflated, and most of it, along with my poo, rushed out when I pushed down the first time. Still, it took most of the twenty minutes Vanessa was gone to get rid of the stuff in my bowels, all the while Chico held his noise and complained about how it stunk in the bathroom. When she told us we should put the enema kits into one of the sinks and get in under the showerheads, I still felt like I had water stuck inside of me, but it wouldn't come out, no matter how much I bore down.

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

Don't be afraid, you're not alone tonight. Chico and Francis are right there. You can hear them. There are no monsters hiding under the bed, there's no room for them with the top for the cage under it. All is fine. You're in a nice bed, now close your eyes and go to sleep.

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

Hasn't he forgotten something? I'm still wearing that stupid pajamas and there's no way for him to take it off of me now. Francis lied to me, Mr Abd fucked him last night! I'm sure of it. Just like he's going to fuck me now. My bum is just where it needs to be for him to stick his cock into it. But, he can't do it when I'm still dressed.

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

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

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

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

***

I think he had brought me close to the point of orgasming ten or fifteen times when he stopped.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It'll be my hole that tears!

"Aieeee! It burns!"

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

He can't fuck him like he did me. It would ruin him for life.

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

"Put on your onesie and follow me, you dirty boy."

"Yes, Vanessa," I said dejectedly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"How does that feel?" Vanessa asked me.

"The belts are a bit tight, Vanessa."

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

"No, Vanessa. But it feels weird."

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

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

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

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

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

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

Chapter 29

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

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

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

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

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

"Is that a bad thing?"

"Well, Vanessa thinks so."

I didn't bother to try to explain Chico my point of view on wanking. At the age of ten, I figured most boys did it, but it was something private and something you'd never ever admit to doing. However, these two boys were my brothers, though we weren't related. We just happened to have been purchased by the same rich man who had his own perverted views on how fathers should interact with their sons. Though we were now brothers, there were still things I wasn't prepared to discuss with Francis and Chico. Besides that, I was still a bit angry with Francis for having lied to me.

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

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

***

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

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

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

"Yes, Mr Abd. It is."

I heard Mr Abd sigh.

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

"Not the mines, Mr Abd?"

"Yes. You know I can't simply release him, he'd probably try anything he could to free Chico. No, either he'll sell to another master or he'll die working in the mines. Until then, I'll use him while Søren heals. But I won't be as lenient with him as I have been with Søren. Don't bother me with warnings regarding the state of Francis' arse hole. He means nothing to me. About Chico, I think it's about time we…"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Get down from it."

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

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

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

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

"Yes, Vanessa," I said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

The well-kept hedge planted right next to the wall made sure nobody could see it from the garden.

Maybe Mr Abd doesn't like how it looks.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"No, I meant I wanted to get as far away from Vanessa as I could. Not my little brother."

The small boy smiled at me and sat down.

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

"I dunno. I only just found it."

"It could be our secret place."

"Would you like that?"

"Yep."

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

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

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

Chico's voice brought me back to reality.

"Dunno, nothing I guess."

"That's boring."

I heard him start unzipping his onesie.

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

"I want to play with my winky, it's gotten all stiff."

"Chico! Vanessa will punish you for it."

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

"Zip it back up. You know we can't ever get naked unless we're told to, or gotten permission to. Or we're in our bedroom."

"Nuh-uh. You told me you'd suck on my winky if I asked you."

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

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

But what Chico wanted me to do was against the rules.

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

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

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

"Noooo. But she won't ever find out," he said.

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

"It's only doing that because you won't stop fiddling with it."

"Suck it? Please?" Chico begged.

Oh well. Yes, we're slaves, but we're also boys and boys have worms that are easy to access for a reason. So they can be played with. Or sucked on. And Vanessa won't be any the wiser.

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

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

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

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

Chapter 31

"Ahem!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

They had used a stick to manipulate my dick into stiffness and laughed at me when they managed to do so. Then ridiculed me for having a baby dick. When I told them I wasn't a baby, they slapped me until I began to cry like one. They let me run off with a kick to my bum.

Still, I returned to them, they were the only ones I was interested in hanging out with, until the time when Mikkel made me stick the pen up my bum hole and told me to suck on the poopy end of it afterwards. When they threw stones at me, I finally learned my lesson. But not without more crying.

Gustav had found me sitting all alone, crying my heart out. I hadn't even managed to get my shorts pulled all the way back up, nor had I tucked in my shirt, when he asked me if I was alright. I just sat there, behind a dumpster, when he came to me like a little angel from out of nowhere. Soon we were giggling, mostly because he found it important to show me his bum since he had seen mine.

***

I never told Gustav, nor my parents, about the teenagers did to me, haven't told anyone about them ever, not until now. And I truly didn't want to tell Vanessa about Chico either. But, she knew already. I could tell when I glanced at her face once before I quickly looked down at my feet again. I didn't know how she knew, but her knowing it already made it somewhat easier to fess up to her.

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

"I know you're trying, Søren, but you have to try much harder. As for you, Chico. I have a smaller version of the belt Søren is wearing. I think it is about time we find out if it'll fit you as well as Søren's does. There will be no more touching yourself while you're here, boys. Francis understands this and since he hasn't touched himself, I won't put him in a belt."

She dragged a snivelling Chico with her out of our bedroom, probably heading straight for the room across the hall to put the belt on him. It took a long while before she returned. Alone.

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

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

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

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

"Stand, boy."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"But…"

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

"Yes, Vanessa."

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

"Yes, Vanessa."

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

62 points! If it's spankings tonight, then it'll be 5 per point, that's a fucking lot of smacks. I'll die from that. Maybe it'll be the paddle on my feet, then it'll be 62 strikes. I'd die from that too. It could be slaps in the face, then it's twice per point. And Francis always slaps so hard!

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

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

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

I went to him and allowed him to hug me.

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

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

My bum hole was sore, but not to a point where I felt like complaining about it. During my short life I had been forced to go for days without food and a lot of other stuff that had been more uncomfortable than the current state of my hole. I must say I didn't dwell at my past while I tried to eat the food Francis had prepared for us. I had to force myself to eat, though I didn't feel hungry in the least.

It just may be the last meal of my life.

***

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

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

"4 points, Vanessa."

Oh, aren't you a right little goody two shoes, Francis?

"Not too bad, Francis. You, Søren?"

"I got 62 points, Vanessa."

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

"31, Vanessa."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

With 62 points it means I have to spend more than an hour with a piece of stupid ginger up my bum? How hard can that be? It'll be worse having to lie here all stretched out.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes, Vanessa," I said while sobbing.

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

She came to me after she had finished with Chico.

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

"Yes, Va-Vanessa."

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

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

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

Chapter 32

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes, Vanessa."

I sort of knew how to clean windows, but I had never cleaned one so I listened to her instructions and even managed to pay attention too. I wanted to do it exactly like she wanted and not get any points.

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

"Yes, Vanessa."

I suppressed a yawn, I was pretty tired since the fire in my bum hole hadn't stopped burning until 02:15 and we had been awakened at 06:00. I wanted nothing more than return to my soft, comfy bed, which I'd bet was still warm, but I had to clean windows instead. There were many of them and all had four columns of small 15x15 cm [6x6"] windowpanes in them. At first I started with the easier to reach lower windowpanes, only to realize my mistake when I soaped in the next lowest row of panes.

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

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

"Fucking shit!" I swore out loud.

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

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

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

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

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

Better check it didn't leave any streaks behind.

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

"Are you awake now?"

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

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

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

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

I shook my head.

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

***

"Are you scratching yourself alot at night?" Vanessa asked me when she examined my bum in the evening of the fourth day after Francis had begun making my life miserable. We were in the bathroom as we had just finished rinsing ourselves.

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

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

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

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

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

"No, Vanessa," I said in a low voice.

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

"That won't happen tonight, however. Søren and Chico, you two, try to go back to sleep. It's still only one in the morning. I'll let you sleep until 08:00. After you've had breakfast, Francis will be punished. I'm quite sure, it'll be the last you'll ever see of him, so don't worry about him retaliating in any way.

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

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

"What happened?" the small boy asked sleepily.

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

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

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

"Oh no! He tried to do that to me too. It hurt so much he had to stop. It was when we lived with my mum… Now what?"

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

"Okay. G'night, Søren."

"Good night lil bro."

***

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

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

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

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

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

He certainly doesn't like me, anyway.

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

I knew what fucking was, Francis, Mr Abd, Bashshar, Jabir and many other males had fucked me. I had even gotten to fuck Jabir and his sister, Ismat, but I couldn't see how it could be possible to fuck oneself.

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Begin."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Chapter 34

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

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

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

He'll never see his family again. Like I won't ever see mine. I had the chance to go home but I didn't take it. I could have said no to D and T and found my way home.

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

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

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

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

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

"Søren?"

"Yes, Chico?"

"What will Vanessa do to Fran now?"

"I don't know."

"Is she gonna eat him?"

"Why would she do that?"

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

"I doubt she'd really eat him."

"But, what then?"

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

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

"No. He won't die."

Not at first, anyway.

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

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

"Me too."

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

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

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

***

"Søren, I want you to work outside today, the gardener will show you what to do. Chico, I want you to clean your bedroom and the bathroom. I want it sparkling before lunch," Vanessa told us after we had dried off.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I went into the house through the garage and dropped off my wellies in the small utility room before I walked to the kitchen. It was time for lunch, but before we could eat, I had to cook the grilled cheese sandwiches. There was no one in sight when I got there and I just got started on my own. It was quite easy to make the six sandwiches anyway.

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

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

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

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

***

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

"No, Vanessa."

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

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

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

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

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

"OW!" He cried out.

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

"Two points, Søren. I told you to undress and get to it. I'm famished because of Chico not doing his job."

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

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

***

The sandwiches were cold by the time we finally sat down to eat, but they still tasted okay. Chico didn't say anything, he just ate his two sandwiches in record time. Then again, it had to be kind of hurting him to sit on the wooden chair with his sore bum. After lunch we had to go to study hall. As per usual it was extremely dull. I'm not trying to let on that I was smart at ten, but I already knew what the old teacher tried to teach. Even though my bum had stopped feeling sore I still paid attention to his droning voice.

I didn't want to be given more points, Vanessa's punishments were always tough and I already had two points in the bank waiting to be exchanged into something that would hurt me. After study hall, I had very little time before I had to start dinner and went straight to the bathroom to tinkle. Chico followed me and sat to pee too.

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

"She only told me to clean it."

"Next time, you will clean it yourself. I don't want any more dirt to get onto my toothbrush."

"I'm sorry! Why does she have to be so mean anyway?"

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

Chapter 34

Vanessa made me flush out my bum right after dinner, then examined it closely.

"You have two small fissures just inside your anus, I have to fix them. It'll only hurt for a little while," she told me.

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

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

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

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

Everyone but me!

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

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

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

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

***

To my astonishment, Vanessa roused Chico and me that same evening and told us both to follow her to Mr Abd's bedroom. She quickly undid Chico's and then my chastity belt and told us to enter the bedroom.

She said it would take at least two days for my bum to heal!

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

Chico isn't ready for something like that. His bum is much too small, the nozzle he uses when we clean ourselves is so much thinner than mine.

Mr Abd was waiting for us in his bedroom, naked and ready for whatever it was he had planned. His dick looked massive as it stood out from his body. It was one of the biggest I had seen and I had seen more than my fair share of erected adult spears at the age of ten. The hoodless head glistened in the light coming from the bedside lamps.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Ow!"

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

I nodded even while I was still rubbing my bum, trying to rub out some of the reignited pain from it.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And now, by the tip of my tongue.

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

When he kept wriggling, I took his bum in my hands and held him tight so I didn't have to move my head about as much. I had licked him for several minutes when his giggling slowly ceased and was replaced by very low moaning. He stopped trying to move his bum away from my mouth and instead strained to push it backwards and closer to me. I moved my left hand off his bum and carefully stuck it in between his legs and fondled his boy dick and nuts all at the same time. The floppy little thing soon firmed up and all 7 or 8 centimetres [c. 3"] of it pointed directly at the mattress below the boy.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes, Vanessa."

She told me to go to bed and fortunately she didn't tuck me in, she only shut off the lights and left our bedroom after lifting the railings on Chico's bed.

"Do you hurt real bad?" I heard Chico ask.

"No," I said, not wanting him to know the truth.

"You licked my bum!"

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

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

***

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

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

There's not even a book to read.

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

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

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

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

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

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

That's too much to hope for probably.

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

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

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

I knew what she wanted to do, she wanted to stick that cold metal thingy inside my bum again. It hadn't exactly been a pleasant experience the day before but I didn't want to be punished so I spread open my butt cheeks as far as I could with my hands.

Vanessa put some cold lube right on my bum hole and only a few seconds later I could feel the metal pushing at me. Vanessa wanted it to go inside, and bloody quickly too based on the amount of force she used.

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

"Oh, shush now, boy. You didn't complain yesterday and it's no bigger than what Mr Abd forced inside of you, I'm sure."

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

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

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

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

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

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

I blushed in shame from her teasing me.

"Well, that's why Mr Abd purchased you, I guess. The fissures I burnt yesterday have opened right up. I'll have to burn them again, deeper this time," Vanessa said and then rotated the thing she had put in my bum, "And you've gotten a small haemorrhoid too. Well, I can treat that the same way as the fissures. I'll just cut it right out and a bit of heat will close it up nicely. Once you've recovered, your hole will be good as new and shouldn't hurt you as much after Mr Abd has finished with it."

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

"OW!" I yelled out in pain.

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

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

"Can you feel this?"

"Yes, Vanessa."

"Does it hurt?"

"No, Vanessa."

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

"It hurt!"

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

"Thank you, Vanessa."

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

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

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

The scissors blades were tiny and sat on long handles. I didn't like seeing the blood on the blades, but at least I was no longer bleeding. According to Vanessa, anyway. I had no way of being certain and just had to trust the woman. The tip of the cauterizer started glowing when she turned it on and was far too hot for my finger tip. She made me move it extremely slowly towards my finger so I wouldn't burn myself on it, but I never managed to get it closer than 1 cm [0.6"] to the tip of my finger.

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

Chapter 35

While my bum healed, I again had to stay in bed.

"You will stay in bed for however long it'll take your anus to recover. You will only leave your bed to go to the bathroom and you'll not be eating any solid foods until I'm sure the wounds won't reopen," Vanessa told me.

I tried to pass the time by repeatedly logging on to the secret site, only in my mind of course, since I still hadn't found any computers or tablets to use. I just wanted to be ready for whenever I'd come across something of importance to D. That hadn't happened yet, so far I had only been treated like a slave and I doubted neither D nor T would be interested in learning how that progressed.

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

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

I sighed.

"Yes, Vanessa."

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

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

"Yes, Vanessa."

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

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

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

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

"How do you know that?"

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

"Yes, Vanessa," I said dejectedly.

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

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

"Vanessa?" I asked when she finished talking.

"Yes?"

"I have to pee."

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

"Please. I can't, Vanessa."

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

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

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

"Just another few centimetres [1"] to go. The catheter has reached your prostate now," Vanessa explained.

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

"Chico will empty that for you."

***

When I finally three days later was allowed back out of bed and the catheter removed from my worm, I was told to prepare breakfast.

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

"Yes, Vanessa. But, I don't know how to make outmeal porridge."

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

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

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

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

"You haven't finished eating, Chico."

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

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

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

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

Shit!

"Yes, Vanessa."

***

When Chico and I had finished cleaning up after lunch, we were told to run laps around the mansion.

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

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

I figured there was about 500 metres [1/3 mile] around the mansion. In my logic it meant we had a surplus of more than two minutes to cover the distance.

"Get to it, the clock is ticking!"

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

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

"No, Vanessa," I said.

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

***

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

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

"Slow down, Søren."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Let go!" He whined.

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

"So?"

"It means we have to run faster."

***

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

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

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

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

Much more. We probably spent closer to three minutes.

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

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

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

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

***

I was fuming with anger when I walked with Chico to our bedroom. We took the outside route since he was naked, or what was considered naked as our chastity belts wasn't considered clothing, and I was sweating so much I'd probably be dripping all the way through the house if I had went inside. The running had added 35 points to my total, with the 10 I had gotten at breakfast I was up to 45. There was still study hall to go, a guaranteed way of getting even more points since it was simply too boring for me to stay focused for any length of time. And then dinner, something I knew would end up with me getting a ton of points, too.

Chico will have his work cut out for him tonight.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Wash my bum?"

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

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

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

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

So I simply washed Chico. But the little boy's bum was very clean when I finished.

Chapter 36

We made it to study hall just in time. The desk and chair for Francis was gone from the room. The two remaining desks and chairs had been rearranged and if you didn't know, you wouldn't have been able to tell the room had once held three students.

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

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

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

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

"Søren!"

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

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

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

"Correct," I heard.

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

"And what is two plus fifteen?"

Chico tried to work it out for a while and shrugged his shoulders.

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

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

"Seventeen, Vanessa."

"And what is seventeen times three?"

"Uhm… I need to think, Vanessa."

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

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

"It's fifty-one, Vanessa."

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

"45, Vanessa."

"And how many whacks does that convert into?"

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

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

"No, Vanessa. Sorry. I was sure 45 times 3 is 125."

"It's 135! Which is far too many times to be asking your little brother to hit you, wouldn't you agree?"

"Yes, Vanessa."

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

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

"Do it myself?" I suggested.

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

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

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

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

It was during my punishment, while being hit by a still sobbing Chico, that I made up my mind. I had to get so many points that my punishment would be so bad that Mr Abd would get mad at Vanessa, preferably so mad that he'd made sure she would never punish us again.

I knew it would be a hard thing to do but the state of my thighs told me I couldn't keep taking Vanessa's punishments.

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

"Shhh, Chico. It's going to be okay," I whispered and got into Chico's bed.

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

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

"I miss him so much!" Chico wailed, apparently thinking of his older brother.

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

"Why do you think that?"

"Nevermind that now, it's too late. Try to go to sleep, I'll move you back to your own bed when you're sleeping," I whispered.

I was tired, but Chico was upset and I kind of liked the little fellow.

***

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

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

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

It sure seems like it's enjoying being free.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I know what you're trying to do, Søren. It won't work. You're not the first boy I have had in this position, though you are one of the most randy ones I've had. I made a real good deal when I bought you," he told me and made me cry out when he forced his dick into my body.

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

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

Vanessa waited for me right outside the door in the corridor. She immediately put the chastity belt back on me and escorted me to my bedroom. She told me to go straight to sleep or she'd punish me.

Chapter 37

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

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

I waited until Vanessa had left and then another ten minutes to make sure she wouldn't return. I knew we weren't going to be disturbed until the next morning after she had escorted me back to bed. I quietly got out of my bed and began nudging at Chico.

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

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

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

"I have to talk to you."

"Now? It's night."

"It won't take long. Come on, it's important. Don't make any noise at all. Pretend you've fallen asleep."

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

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

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

"Ow."

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

I waited until he sat down.

"Vanessa told me she had her ways of knowing everything that happens in the house. And I think she's right. But, I just thought of something today. She never acted on you telling me that she'd make me clean my bum like we do. When you told me, we were in the bathroom, remember?"

"Yes, and so what?"

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

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

"The belt sucks! I can't touch my winky anymore even when it's stiff," Chico told when he saw me studying the belt.

"It does suck! Act like you don't even know you have a winky. Even If it gets hard, just ignore it completely."

"Why? It's my winky!"

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

"Don't you miss touching yours?"

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

"What happens in his bedroom?"

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

"Does it hurt?"

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

"She's a bitch!"

"Don't ever say that when she can hear you. But you're right, she is a bitch. I want to stop her from being so mean."

"Cool. How?"

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

"That's your plan?"

"Uh-huh."

"You want her to punish you more?"

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

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

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

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

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

"I'll try."

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I will not!

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

*Wham*

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

"Get back up on your chair, boy!"

So you can slap me again? I think not.

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

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

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

Chapter 38

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

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

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

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

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

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

Lalalalalalaaa. I can't hear you! Lalalala.

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

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

What?

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

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

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

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

"I'm way too old for diapers!"

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

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

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

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

"Look at what you've done, you little worthless baby. You've woken up your older brother. Chico, stay in your bed or you'll be next."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

OW! Fuck that hurt!

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

"Chico!"

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

"What is it?"

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

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

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

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

***

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

"No, Vanessa. Lots."

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

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

"5, Vanessa."

"Søren will give you 25 spanks for those. After that, you'll spank him 50 times. That will reduce his total to 432."

"Yes, Vanessa."

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It's just a diaper. I won't die from wearing it. I wore one yesterday. I even peed in it even if it was by accident. Duh! That's what diapers are for! If I hadn't worn one, I would've wet the bed when the fly was about to crawl into my nose and munch on my brain.

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

She put the things next to the diaper on the bed and went to the chest of drawers. The tube was another catheter, like the one she had previosly stuck into my worm and pushed right up to my bladder. I sat in silence and observed her, while I wondered what else she was going to do to me.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"It'll never fit, Vanessa."

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

"Ungh!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"All day?"

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

I flinched when she grabbed my worm and had to fight my reflexes in order to stay on the bed when she slid the hood back off the head of it. A burning sensation followed when she fed the long narrow catheter into it. She only stopped when yellow pee started dribbling out of the end of the tube, now only 2-3 cm [c. 1"] from the end of my worm.

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

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

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

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

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

"Good. I'll see you tonight."

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

"Yes, Vanessa," I responded.

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

"Your hole is none worse for the wear, if anything it has stretched some which should make it easier for you. I'm sure Mr Abd will notice it being quite a bit less tight than he's used to tonight, but it'll shrink a bit within too long."

After Mr Abd had had his way with me, I laid in my bed and thought.

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

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

Oh! It's just Chico, even his snoring sounds cute. I should be sleeping too.

I thought about what had happened that night, while I listened to Chico's snoring and couldn't fall asleep. I wasn't sure what to make out of Mr Abd fucking me, of him using my body without doing anything in return. He kept me alive, but that was really only for his benefit. I wondered if our roles had been reversed, if I would've been like him. If I had been a wealthy man, would I have purchased a small boy to fuck? Or a small girl? I knew what my worm was for, primarily for peeing, of course, but knew it could be used for much more pleasurable things too. I had been having sex before, quite a lot of it, in fact.

If at all possible, I would want to be the one fucking someone else, too, though I could understand why someone would want to fuck me, I'd probably want to fuck myself if given the possibility. I liked being fucked, to a certain degree anyway, could at the very least tolerate it being done to me. It was without any doubt a lot better being fucked by someone with a small spear, like Jabir's, or a slim one like Bashshar's. Mr Abd's was just too big for me.

Chico's snoring increased a little in volume, enough to penetrate my thoughts again. My thoughts had been hovering around another kind of penetration.

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

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

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

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

I pondered for a while longer until I finally fell asleep without having made up my mind.

***

"Did he hurt you again?" Chico asked me the next morning when we went to the kitchen.

"No, it wasn't so bad," I said and puffed out my chest.

Though I acted like it wasn't a big deal, my butthole sure was aching.

"You're walking funny."

Chico's words made me blush.

"Okay, maybe it hurt a little," I admitted.

With Francis gone, the honours of preparing breakfast had as previously said fallen to me. I had very limited skills in a kitchen but I managed to get the gas-powered burner on the stove turned on. Chico had fortunately watched how his older brother had cooked the oatmeal porridge, we had for breakfast each and every day. With our combined efforts we managed to end up with something edible. It was much better than my prior attempts and it did away with my hunger.

Because of how we had been forced to punish Francis and how Vanessa had punished me, both Chico and I tried our best to do the tasks Vanessa handed out to us. I sure didn't want to be put back in a diaper again and none of us wanted to be flogged with the long whip or having our bits whipped with the riding crop. However, no matter how hard we tried to do everything exactly like she wanted, we always ended up with a number of points during the day.

Chico got most of his points during study hall, he just couldn't get what the old man tried to teach him. The man only taught first year stuff, simple maths and reading. But he wasn't very good at it, and Chico just couldn't get it right. I wanted to help my brother, but there was never much time for it.

He kept getting the points wrong at night, prompting Vanessa to declare him a stupid boy and made me punish him harder.

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