Chapter 39

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

It was strangely comforting to know what the next day had in store, though it was hard to satisfy Vanessa. Eventually, she either got more lenient with us or maybe we simply got better at what she wanted us to do and the points she handed out decreased in numbers. Though she still made me punish Chico for getting his totals wrong.

***

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

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

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

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

At bedtime that night, when I had to punish him, I'm afraid I have to admit I did it most willingly.

***

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

I was lying on my elbows and knees on my bed, ready for whatever punishment she could think of. I tried to remember when I had gotten any points and what for, and started panicking when I couldn't think of any. I had always been able to get the number right, ever since that time when Vanessa had punished me with the 442 points. There could only be one explanation, though it seemed very unlikely. Still, I had to tell her something.

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

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

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

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

"Yes, Vanessa," I agreed.

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes, Father."

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

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

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

"No, Father. Please."

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

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

"Thank you, Father."

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

"Oooh," I gasped at the sensation.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Chapter 40

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

I want it to happen again. More than anything! Whatever it takes!

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

I told Chico how I had been rewarded by Mr Abd while he helped me prepare breakfast.

"But it still hurt?" He asked.

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

"And that's his reward?"

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

"I don't get it."

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

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

He'll understand then.

***

"Mr Abd wants to see you in his office. Right now," Vanessa told me after lunch.

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

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

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

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

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

He does have a computer!

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

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

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

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

"Father?"

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

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

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

"Thank you, Father."

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

"Yes! Please, Father."

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

"Yes, Father."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

"What?"

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

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

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

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

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

"He likes you more."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

"Stupid! She's convinced he is stupid."

"Oh. I can help him."

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

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

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

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

"Then it's a deal."

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

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

My own maths skills weren't top notch, but I did know how to add and demonstrated how I did it to Chico quite easily with the oats I cooked for breakfast.

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

"I know that already."

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

"Four," he stated immediately, without pausing to think.

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

"Oh."

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

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

"Okay, now what?"

"Put all the oats in one pile, that's five plus six. Good, count how many you have now."

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

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

"Ah!"

"Try with three plus eight now."

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

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

"I dunno."

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

"Five. No, six!"

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

It would be so much easier to teach him if we could use Father's computer.

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

Chapter 41

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Vanessa is going to kill me for this!

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

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

"What are you doing?" She asked outraged.

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

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

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

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

"Yes, Vanessa."

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

***

"Take these, Søren."

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

"What's that?"

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

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

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

"No. Your stomach needs to be empty."

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

I coughed, my throat was so bloody sore.

Maybe it's from all the spewing.

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

"It was after lunch."

"What?"

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

No wonder I'm still so sore there now.

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

Still, there was no reaction from me, I kept breathing as slowly as I had. At least the me in the video. The real me, the one watching it, was almost hyperventilating.

"Now for the real test," I heard.

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

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

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

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

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

"No. Please, just stop it now."

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

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

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

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

Chapter 42

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

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

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

"Yes, Sir."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What did you call me, boy?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes, Sir."

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

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

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

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

I did and waited for him to start switching me.

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Almost, Father."

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

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

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

"The drugs, Father."

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

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

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

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

"When I take you hard?" I could hear the amusement in his voice.

"Do I have to answer that, Father?"

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

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

What else can a boy like me dream of?

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

***

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

Heh, invited. Now, that's an invitation me and Chico can't ever refuse.

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It has to look pretty amazing.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Easy, Søren," Mr Abd warned me.

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

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

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

He's even tighter than Jabir was!

"It is," Mr Abd agreed with me.

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

Chapter 43

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes, Father."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

"It was kinda fun."

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

"Uh-huh."

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

"I dunno about that. I really worked my butt off."

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

"You pumped it a lot! And hard."

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

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

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

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

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

At least I hope so!

***

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

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

Chapter 44

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

"Yes, Vanessa. But why?"

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

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

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

"You'll have some more to eat for breakfast and for dinner right after sunset. Also, you will have to drink 2 litres [c. 2 quarts] of water before sunrise. There will be no drinking until after sunset and you need to stay hydrated."

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

I was hungry too, but that was easier to ignore than the drowsiness of going without water for twelve long hours. Mr Abd wasn't up for any nightly activities during the two weeks, he never summoned me anyway. It meant Chico and I weren't rewarded either, but since we on most days ended up with at least one point, it didn't matter much. We just didn't have the energy to work as hard as usual.

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Damn we look silly.

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

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

***

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

"Yes, Vanessa."

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

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

When she looked away I rolled my eyes at her. It wasn't the first time she had told me how to serve the guests and I was tired of being bossed around so late at night.

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

Nobody poked fun at me for wearing the stupid hat, which was a welcomed surprise. An old heavyset woman however embarrassed me a lot by grabbing both of my cheeks when I got near her.

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes, Vanessa," I said most truthful, although it hadn't been Mr Abd who had told us to go to bed.

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

"Yes, Vanessa."

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Chapter 45

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes, Sir."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Oh yes, Sir, very hard."

Why are you smiling at that? Oh shiiiit!

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

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

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

"I could be your slave."

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

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

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

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

"Yes, Major Huda?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

"Yes, Sir."

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

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

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

We're going to drive straight into the garage.

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

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

If only my ankle hadn't been cuffed to the handle and I wasn't headed back to Vanessa, it could've been a pretty nice ride in the countryside.

Chapter 46

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"How?"

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

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

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

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

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

She went to my middle section.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

That's when my screams began.

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

I had gotten one step closer to the bathroom, but it was the easiest one. The gravity that had helped me get out of bed fought me the rest of the way into the bathroom and finally the shower stall. Fortunately the faucet controlling the cold water sat quite low on the wall and was within reach while I still lay on the floor. I allowed myself a break while the water washed away the worse of the filth.

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

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

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

It does stink like Vanessa said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Arh, alright then."

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

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

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

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

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

"I'm sorry, Vanessa."

"Just take the pills."

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

***

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

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

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

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

"You just?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

I get that I can't run away from here or do stuff that would get me killed. Even my real father wouldn't want me to do something like that. But, not scratching my arm when it itches and not wipe the sweat on my forehead before it gets into my eyes? My father wouldn't expect me to do that. He only ever asked that of his soldiers when they were standing at attention.

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

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

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

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

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

"Stop, boy. Look at me."

"Sir?"

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

She'll have to drill again for that!

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

Chapter 47

Slowly, painstakingly slowly, I stopped worrying over my mission and focused on the relatively simple, yet demanding tasks of staying fit and keeping both Mr Abd and Vanessa happy. My 11th birthday came and went, unnoticed. It wasn't an exact copy of my 10th birthday, I didn't get my buttocks slapped until they turned purple, like I had gone through a year earlier. No, it was just a day like any other day. Heck, I didn't even know it had been my birthday until days later, when Vanessa told Mr Abd what date it was that day. It wasn't important anyway, keeping Mr Abd happy had a much higher priority than me turning one year older.

Like Mr Abd had said, as long as he was happy, he'd make me happy. I don't know how you'd define being happy, but to Mr Abd, it involved allowing me one orgasm per night and no punishments. And that was about it. It wasn't exactly what I thought being happy was supposed to mean, but that was all I got. That and the occasional praise for being a good boy.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I know you're only 11 years old and it will probably be tempting fate, but I want you to do what she does while she is gone. I'm going to tell her to write instructions for you, you will read them and she will drill you until she is certain you understand all of them. You will then carry out every single one of them while she is gone. And you will do them just like if she was here to watch over you. It'll mean you'll be in charge of the house and Chico during the day while I'm not at home."

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

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

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

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

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

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

It was a first, Mr Abd had always fucked me while I was tied up to his bed and utterly defenceless to anything he did to me.

Well, he did fuck me once while I lay over Chico. But other than that one time, he's always tied my ankles to the bed and my wrists to my ankles.

I got into position and felt the mattress shift underneath me when Mr Abd got up and behind me. Though I wasn't tied up and could have moved away from him, I didn't. I just lay there, passively, and waited for him to mount me. I didn't have to wait long.

***

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

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

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

Still, I wasn't about to ask Mr Abd if I could watch any of his movies. I didn't want him to think it was something that would excite me. To be honest, I think I was worried to discover that it would turn me on. I already had enough fantasies involving Chico. Of me sticking my stiffy into his little body. In his mouth and his little bum. I had tried fucking him and I had enjoyed it. No, I had absolutely loved every second of it!

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

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

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

"Yes, Father."

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

"I won't."

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

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

***

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

Schedule, day 1

"I've read it, Vanessa."

"Questions?"

"Yes, Vanessa. What is dry cleaning?"

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

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

"Yes. What does Father eat for breakfast?"

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

"Oh."

"Surprised?"

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

If I was rich I'd eat cornflakes with a thick layer of sugar on top. And have chocolate milk with it.

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

"Chico?" I called out softly.

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

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

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

"Are you alright?"

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

"Oh, Chico! Please come out."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You still get punished."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Chapter 48

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

"Why did you slap my bum?"

"When?"

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

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

"It wasn't nice of you."

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

"Nooo."

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

Chico sighed.

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

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

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

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

"I can't carry all that."

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

"And then we eat lunch?"

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

"Okay."

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

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

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

It smells like bum!

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

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

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

***

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

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

"Did you get the linen from our bedroom?"

"Oh. That was it."

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

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

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

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

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

"Chico?"

"Yes?"

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

"I… Uh…"

"Did you forget?"

"Uh-huh."

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

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

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

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

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

"Pwomise?" He sniffled.

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

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

***

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

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

"Yes, Søren."

"Tell me what you gotta do."

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

"Yep. That's right."

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

Had it been my socks, I would've just dumped them into the drawer.

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

***

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

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

"Chico! It's now or…"

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

"I told you not to run!"

"Sorry, Søren. I won't do it again."

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

"No, Søren, please!"

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

I shut the door and let go of Chico.

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

"Søren?"

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

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

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

"Ge… Gen-tle. Gentle!"

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

"Søren!" Chico said blushing from shame.

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

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

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

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

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

"Swimming. 60 laps minimum."

"That's a lot."

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

"I can do 25."

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

"Uh-huh."

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

***

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

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

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

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

Chapter 49

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"In your dreams!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I don't like garlic."

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

"Peel the rice?"

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

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

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

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

"Your winky?"

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

"Me too."

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"So, tomorrow, if he again says he doesn't want to get out of bed, you will give him five points. If he gives you any attitude later, you will give him more points and if it doesn't help the first time, then you will spank him with a slipper. Severely! But don't ever threaten him with a clothes hanger again, it'll hurt far too much."

"Yes, Father."

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

"Father?"

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

"Yes, Father."

***

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

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

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

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

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

"The time starts now."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yeeow!" He whined into the covers.

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

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

"Ugh!" was his only reply.

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

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

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

"Then do as I tell you."

"I'm trying."

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

"Two minutes," Mr Abd said.

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

"Nooo."

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

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

The flash from the camera suddenly shut off.

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

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

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

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

"No! Leave me alone."

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

I'm sure I don't have to tell you, but Chico never reached his climax that night. Neither did I, though Mr Abd spent a lot longer than the 15 minutes he had allowed me to work on the small boy. He, Mr Abd, was the only one who came while he worked the large vibrator in and out of my bum. He went off into my mouth and he made me swallow every last drop of his sperm before he finally pulled the vibrator from my sore bum hole.

Chapter 50

*Beep* *Beep* *Beeeeep*

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

*Beep* *Beep* *Beeeoouu…*

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

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

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

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

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

"Outside? It's raining."

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

"But, I can't do that."

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

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

"Then fucking punish me!" He said angrily.

"I can't! You haven't done anythi…"

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

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

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

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

"20?" He asked in utter disbelief.

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

"Sorry."

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

"What is it?"

"Figging."

He gasped and his face paled from the single word.

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

Chapter 51

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes, Father."

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

"Yes, Father. Thank you."

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

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

"Yes, Father. Uhm, what is being done to the guestroom?"

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

"Everything? Even if we have to pee?"

"Everything! I want you to make sure both of you will pee and clean yourselves at the very beginning of your alone time. You will remain naked afterwards, regardless of what else you may do with your time."

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

"Why?" He asked when he followed me.

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

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

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

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

"C'mere so we can have fun," I told Chico.

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

I had free reins as to what I'd do to or with the smaller boy. Vanessa had told him in words even he could comprehend that he was to do everything I told him to. I only had to make up my mind of how to get him onto my bed, because we were going to play sexy games, whether or not he wanted to.

"Chico, it'll be fun! It's not going to be like when Father tells me to do something to you. You can say no if you don't like what something feels like and we'll do something else instead."

"You promise?"

"Yeah, I promise. We're not gonna do anything that won't feel good to both of us," I solemnly said and meant every word too.

He must've been able to tell my sincerity as he without further hesitation sat next to me on my bed.

"What're we gonna do?" He asked.

"Why don't we start by…" I said like I was in deep thought, then proceeded with glee, "tickling?"

I never gave him any time to accept my idea, just began tickling his little naked body everywhere I could reach. A surprised squeal and then gales of laughter rang out in our bedroom, while I mercilessly switched between gentle touches and much fiercer tickling. I was glad he had peed only 20 minutes earlier or he would've wet my bed for sure. Chico was extremely ticklish, almost worse than I was. His feeble attempts to tickle me back were however quite easily brushed away with my somewhat greater reach, not to mention me outweighing him by several kilos.

Somehow I ended up sitting on top of his butt, pushing him down into the mattress while I tickled the sole on one of his small feet. He was laughing so hard he almost cried when I finally let go of his ankle and pirouetted on top of his butt until I faced the same way he was. It didn't take me long to lie down on top of him.

"Ugh, you're squishing me," he objected out of breath from laughing and giggling for so long.

"Sorry," I said and quickly moved some of my weight over onto my elbows and knees, "Better?"

"Mm, yeah. That wasn't fair."

"Maybe not, but it was fun," I mumbled and used my nose to caress his nape. The short hairs he had there tickled my nose, though not enough for me to stop. His hair smelled nice and clean and he almost purred from the sensation when I began placing small kisses just below his hairline.

"I like you a lot, Chico," I whispered into his ear when my mouth got close to it and then I kissed the lobe.

"I like you too," he said when I licked his lobe and then, "Eww, don't lick into my ear. It feels horrible."

It tastes horrible too. Damn earwax!

"Turn your head a little," I told him.

Chico had pushed his forehead into the mattress and blocked me from getting to the more interesting parts of his face. When he rested his cheek on the bed I immediately went for broke and kissed his small narrow lips. They tasted much better than his bitter earwax had, the flavour of mint from the toothpaste was still strong, but I could taste something else as well. It was the taste of Chico I had on my lips and picked up with my tongue when I used it to moisten them.

I can't really describe what he tasted like, other than of course the strong mint from the toothpaste, possibly he didn't even have a distinct taste. But, there was something that told me it was the aroma of Chico I had on my lips. And I knew I had to taste it again, and directly from the source, not just the slivers I had gotten on my lips. Chico and I had kissed before, of course, but it had either been while a camera was recording it or just a little boyish peck to seal a promise.

This time, we were all alone and there wasn't a bright light trained on our faces. And we kissed, not just because we both wanted to kiss but because it felt right to kiss at that very moment. We kissed for a couple of minutes in the uncomfortable position until Chico wanted to turn around and face me properly. We never broke the seal made by our lips while we quickly got resituated on the bed. I simply pushed myself up a little more and Chico hurriedly rotated underneath me.

I dug my arms in under his shoulders and used the palm of my hands to push his head up towards me while we continued to kiss. Though we kissed open-mouthed and touched tongues, it wasn't a hungry kiss. It wasn't a kiss to get us sexually excited, no it was a loving and caring kiss. We kissed almost slowly, calmly, without feeling a pressure to end it and move onto something else that would end in one or both of us climaxing in a powerful orgasm.

The kiss wasn't just a bump in the road, an obstacle that had to be cleared, before the more interesting stuff could take place. No, the kiss itself was the interesting stuff. Yes, I had a stiffy and so had Chico, but neither of us paid them any mind. We had often had stiffies before, stiffies that had to be ignored until they would disappear on their own or we'd risk being punished for fiddling with them. Thus I didn't even notice that our dicks had gotten hard at first, and when I did, it didn't take much energy to ignore them.

Our extremely long kiss was so much better than anything else we could have possibly done that first day where I could have done anything I would've wanted to the smaller boy. And we kept kissing until both of us were all kissed out.

"I… I think I love you," I breathed out when I moved my mouth away from Chico's and rested my head next to his, cheek against cheek.

I didn't know what it was supposed to feel like, if I truly, honestly, loved someone. I knew my heart was beating quite rapidly in my chest, it felt like I had a full pack of butterflies doing cartwheels in my stomach and I was feeling very lightheaded. I felt secure, at home, right at that very moment. I could've been in the world's most unpleasant place and would've felt all was perfectly alright, as long as I would be lying on top of Chico, hugging him close while caressing his cheek with my own.

That's gotta be love. Or something?

He didn't verbally express his feelings towards me, but I felt him hug me closer after I said what I felt for him. We lay like that for a long time, just holding onto each other, until we both heard our door being unlocked. Chico was out of my bed and almost into his own before Vanessa opened the door and peeked in through the gap.

"I hope you enjoyed yourselves, boys. It's time to get started on dinner," she said and shut the door, leaving us alone again.

I had the best time of my life! And come Wednesday, I'll be having it again.

I looked over at Chico. He smiled shyly at me. I could see in his eyes that he had enjoyed it too. If his eyes hadn't given away the fact, his winky did when he swung his feet out over the edge of his bed. It was a full-fledged stiffy the boy sported. It was almost a shame we had to pretend none of us could see it, but we had to get dressed and go to the kitchen so we could cook dinner.

***

Two days later, like Mr Abd had promised me, I found myself locked inside with Chico in our bedroom again. This time, we skipped the tickling and went straight onto the kissing. Chico got on top of me since it was much easier for both of us. The little guy had other ideas than just kissing, however, and he began humping me while he kissed me.

"Are… you… horny?" I asked in between kisses. It was a silly question, but I wanted to hear him say it.

"Mm, yeah. I didn't get a reward last night," Chico reminded me.

"Aww, my poor little brother. Stop wasting energy pumping your winky into my belly. Scoot up and I'll suck it for you."

"Can I hump your mouth?"

"If you do it more carefully than you humped my belly, then okay. You almost punched a hole in it."

He quickly got himself situated and pointed his stiffy down towards my mouth. He began to slowly fuck my mouth but soon forgot all what I had said about being careful. Though it kind of hurt my nose every time he pushed his little dick all the way into my mouth, I let him do it. It wasn't often Mr Abd gave him permission to do something that would allow him to choose how and when he'd get his kiddy cum and it was kind of stimulating to let the younger and smaller boy fully dominate me.

The small gasps and happy sounds coming from his mouth told me he enjoyed it a lot too. When his thrusts became a bit too erratic and he began to accidently pull his winky all the way out of the warm wet tunnel formed by my lips, I clasped his bum in my hands. I didn't do anything to slow him down, only restricted how far back he could pull his hips. If anything, I encouraged him to fuck my mouth harder and quicker by pulling on his buttocks at the end of his out thrusts.

It didn't take long before he responded to my hand movements and he gave it everything he had inside of him to fuck as hard as he could. He even reached down to grab hold of my head and started moving it in sync to his thrusts. When he drove his hips forwards, propelled by my hands, he tugged hard on my head and pulled it towards his body.

OW! He'll end up giving me a nosebleed if he keeps doing that.

His pubic mound, where hairs would one day sprout, wasn't thick enough to cushion my nose from crashing into his hard and non-flexible pubic bone. When he did it another couple of times and didn't seem to be too worried about my nose, I tilted my head backwards. It put a strain on my neck, but it was better than ending up with a nosebleed or worse, a broken nose. It would've been too hard trying to convince Vanessa that my nose had gotten hurt during sex and not a fight.

As luck would have it, Chico didn't care about edging himself towards his kiddy cum. He was on the final leg before touch-down and he just wanted to get there as soon as possible. Almost abruptly he pushed himself off me and ended up lying face down next to me on my bed.

"Man, that was good!" He stated after he caught his breath.

"You really went for that one. My lips are sore and you almost broke my nose," I accused him.

"Gimme a second and I'll kiss them better."

"Mm, that's not too much to ask for, I think."

I patted his bum, at that moment it was the easiest accessible part of his body since it was right next to my head. His butt cheeks were fully relaxed and felt warm and pliable under my fingers. His butt crack was warmer and slightly moist from sweat. I caressed the very top of the cleft, lazily.

"You got hairs on your bum," I told him softly. I hadn't noticed them before, but there was a layer of tiny ultrafine hairs on his buttocks. The sunlight shining in through the patio doors was just right to see them.

"I don't!" He said and flexed his buttocks.

"You do too. They are so soft."

He didn't bother starting an argument of whether he had hairs on his bum or not, he just shifted down the bed to where I couldn't so easily touch his bum anymore. He sought out my mouth and kissed my lips. His small pecks felt soothing, which was nice indeed, but my stiffy was too hard to keep ignoring for long.

"Can I hump your mouth like you did?" I asked. It only seemed fair I got to do the same to him as he had to me.

"Nuh-uh. Your stiffy is much bigger than mine."

"It isn't that much bigger. Only 2 or 3 cm [c. 1"]."

"You'll make me barf if you hump my mouth. I'll suck on it?"

"Hmm. Well, if I can't hump your mouth, will you let me hump your butt then?"

I had fucked him in the bum before and I must say I quite liked it. His little bum hole felt as if it was made just for my stiffy, the two were like a perfect match.

"Okay, but you hafta lick it first."

I scrunched up my nose in playful disgust. Well, not entirely playful, his bum crack was sweaty and while I knew his sweat had to be fresh since we had only just showered, sweat was still sweat.

"If you suck on my stiffy while I lick your bum."

"'K," he said and pecked my lips again. This time, the peck turned into a kiss, a deep and very long kiss.

He turned around and climbed back on top of me. I reached back, grabbed my pillow and used it to prop up my head. With him almost squatting on top of me it was easy to lick at his sweaty bum hole while he sucked on my stiffy. I don't know why he thought my fucking his mouth would make him sick, he sure didn't have any problems sucking all of it on his own. I felt his hot breath on my balls when he went all the way down on my dick.

"Don't make me cum, I wanna pump your bum," I told him.

"You gonna pump it hard?"

"Very hard. Just the way you like it."

"Mmm," I heard him hum when he sucked in my dick again.

He almost made me reach the top before he stopped sucking me and spat a couple of times on my throbbing stiffy. It was decidedly wet from his spit when he got up and looked at me to see where I wanted him.

"Rest your belly and chest on the bed. I want to try something."

I had to rearrange his body a bit before I was happy with how he was lying on the bed. He had his knees bent a little, his toes were the only parts of his body to touch the floor. All I had to do was push down on his lower back and make sure he wasn't able to straighten out his legs and he'd be going nowhere, no matter what he'd try to do.

Though, all he has to do is ask me to stop and I will.

With my pillow protecting his thighs from the steel frame of my bed, Chico was ready to be fucked. I had told him I wanted to fuck him hard and that was what I did after a short moment of letting him get used to the feeling of my stiff prick fully inside of his tight bum. The brief pause before I started pounding him was more than Mr Abd ever allowed me to have before he'd fuck me. Still, it wasn't nearly enough time for his bum hole to fully relax around my stiffy.

He was still tight when I began the first of many assaults on his stuck-in-place bum. Just the way I enjoyed his bum hole to be, a warm clinging band nearly choking my stiffy, resisting it's in and out movements. The boy squealed and the frame of the bed rattled when I really began pumping him, which is what we called it. In reality, it was fucking as madly as one could, with no regard to the wellbeing of the one being fucked.

Our gasps and moans, intermixed with the squeaks and creaks from the bed, were so loud I'm sure Vanessa was able to tell exactly what it was we were doing. I wasn't worried of her walking in on us, we still had plenty of time until she'd unlock the bedroom door. All I worried about was if I'd be able to make it last for as long as I wanted to. And of course, I knew I couldn't. But, I also knew I'd be able to try again two days later. If Chico would agree to it.

Surely he is going to. Just listen to him, those are happy moans.

Chico did agree to me pumping him again, just like I had predicted he would. However, he didn't want to bend over the bed like I had made him. He much preferred it when I'd take him like a dog on top of the bed, where he could push back and meet my thrusts. The only thing we could've wished for was for my stiffy to be longer. Not bigger, certainly not in girth, just longer. A lot longer. If it had been, I'm sure I wouldn't have had to reinsert it as often as I found myself doing back then. I guess, the only bonus to me having to do that, was it prolonged the time it took for me to cum and made my stiffy much too sensitive to keep going.

Chapter 52

While I knew it would happen, I wasn't feeling all too happy about having to be locked up in the remodelled guestroom. Chico didn't know, and couldn't tell, there were cameras all over the place. I couldn't see them either, but I knew they were there. And knowing my every move was being recorded made me feel terribly self-conscious. I only knew there were lots of cameras in the room and bathroom, I didn't know where they were, hence I didn't know if there were any blind spots for the cameras.

Instead, I tried to picture where I would have made sure a camera would be able to film the stuff taking place. The queen-sized bed in the guestroom was a given, it was probably covered from several angles. The couch in there, likely so. As was the low bench in front of the bed, at the foot end. I know now that bench is supposed to be where you can put your clothes before going to bed, back then I only thought of it as a strange place to be wanting to sit. But it was a surface, and any surface could be used to have some sort of sex on.

The bathroom, which is where Chico went right after the entry door had been locked after us, was likely full of cameras too. There had to be at least one trained on the shower stall, with its single detachable showerhead on a hose, so you could hold it in your hand and spray water at places otherwise hard to wash. Then there was the toilet, and though I personally wouldn't want to watch anyone using one, I could still remember Mr Abd's words.

"I want you to make sure both of you will pee and clean yourselves at the very beginning of your alone time."

"I gotta go, Søren. Will you get the poop exploder ready?" Chico asked while he unzipped his onesie so he could work it down and get his dicky fished out from it.

I blushed at his childish description of the enema kit. There was only one of them in the bathroom, like there was only the one toilet, Chico was about to pee into. It meant we had to take turns, first filling our bums with water, then expel it into the toilet after.

That's why Mr Abd gave us an hour more of 'alone time'. I thought he was just being nice. But it's so people can really see what happens without having to watch the both of us at the same time.

Mr Abd had been nice, sort of. The water faucet in this bathroom had two handles, one for cold and one for hot water. It was an upgrade from the bathroom attached to our bedroom, there was only one handle there, and all it controlled was how much cold water would come out of the sprout. It was a pleasant discovery, but I still didn't enjoy the whole setup of being filmed nonstop for three hours.

"Hey, do you want the water cold like usual or warm?" I asked.

"What's better?"

I honestly had no idea. Every time I had flushed my bum out, either on my own or having someone do it for me, the water had been cold. But, the lukewarm water coming out of the gold coloured faucet felt nicer to my hand than cold water did. I could easily have made the water warmer, simply by shutting off the cold water, but I didn't realize it at the time.

"I think warm water would be nicer. I think it'll work the same, really," I said, still uncertain.

"Then make it warm."

"Yes, Sir. Would you like extra oil and salt with your warm water, Sir?"

"Nah, just the usual."

My point flew right over his head. He hadn't said please, just taken it for granted that I'd mix the enema solution for him.

He probably expects me to put the tube into his little butt too. Hah! He won't be liking it, that's for damn sure.

The nozzle on the tube from the enema bag was blue. The one on his enema bag in our bathroom was red. Mine was green and the girth of it somewhere in between Chico's little boy nozzle and the blue nozzle attached to the bag in this bathroom. This was the mother of all enema nozzles, at least it was to my eyes. The nozzle was easily 3 cm [1.2"] in diameter and the retaining balloon at the end of it quickly inflated to an impossible size when I pumped the squeeze ball to see just how big it'd get.

Father must want Chico to get used to having bigger things stuck into his bum. Maybe he'll want to fuck him soon. Oh well, Chico will be turning seven real soon. He can't be a baby for the rest of time.

I let the warmer, but not at all hot, water in the bag. This bag was bigger than our bags, not double the size, but almost. I checked the indicator marks and the last mark was 3 litres [3 quarts]. I didn't fill it up to that mark, of course not, I didn't want Chico to explode from his enema. But I filled it to around 1.25 litres. A little more than his usual amount of 1 litre [1 quart], but I hoped it wouldn't be enough for him to notice. With the more than three times as thick as his own nozzle in his bum, I was sure he'd have other things on his mind than how much water entered him.

"All ready, Chico," I said after I had mixed the salt and oil into the water. The salt had dissolved much quicker than before, probably due to the warmer water. He had by then completely removed his onesie and fetched a pillow from the bed. I waited for him to kneel and rest his chest and head on the pillow. His bum stuck up high into the air when I walked up to him and put a bit of lube on his hole. I watched it clench up from the coldness and waited for him to relax.

"Okay, put it in," he told me.

"Yes, Sir!" I said and placed the tapered tip of the nozzle against his little anus. Gently, but steadily, I pushed it into him, making sure the tip went in the direction of his belly button.

"Ooh!" He whined out in great surprise and probably a bit of pain when he realized the nozzle going into his bum was quite a lot bigger than what he was used to, "Stop, it's too big! Take it out."

"Nuh-uh, Chico. We have to get clean, both outside and inside. You know the drill by now. There's only this one tube here and it's going into your bum. You gotta push back at it, relax your bum and let it in. I'll go real slow, but it's not coming back out until all the water in the bag is inside of you."

He had to know what I said was the truth. There hadn't been a single day since he arrived at Mr Abd's mansion where he had gone to bed without having his insides flushed out by water. Apart from that one night of the party, but it had been a once off, the exception that enforced the rule. However, knowing and accepting the fact didn't make it any easier for him to accept the largest object to ever enter him into his bum.

"Ow, slow down. Please, Søren," he begged.

At least now he says please!

"I'm going as slow as I can. The tip is almost in. It's just the little flared part of the balloon that has to go in. Come, give me one big push and it'll go in."

"Oooorrrr," he growled when he strained hard and I could hear a fart bubble out of his lubed up bum hole.

I pushed in at the same time and with our combined efforts the nozzle finally went in. I made sure to let up before it got pushed too far into him. I only had to get it in past the balloon and it would pull the nozzle the rest of the way inside of him once I began to inflate it. Before I did that, I allowed him to rest for a moment.

"Eww, you little stinker," I said when I noticed a certain smell in the bathroom.

"You told me to push."

"Yeah, but I never knew you were going to fart. Sheesh, did you find a dead rotting animal and eat it raw while we worked outside today?"

He shot me look that told me to go fuck myself or drop dead. I did neither of that, only squeezed the rubber ball slowly, in turn inflating the balloon inside of him.

"Do you have to do that?" he sobbed.

"Yeah. You can't hold the water for long enough if I don't. I won't inflate it much, only just so it won't come out."

Like I had predicted, Chico never found out about me putting a little extra water into his enema. He spent the entire 13 minutes, it took for the water to slowly go into his bum, to moan about the nozzle being too large and uncomfortable. I shut off the valve when the last of the water had cleared the tube and brought the bag over to the sink while it was still attached to him.

"No, you're not putting any more inside of me!" He cried out.

"Relax. The valve is closed. I'm just making use of time and mixing the stuff for mine. What does it feel like? Is the warmer water better?"

"I dunno. I can't tell. The tube and balloon are much too big."

I suppose I'll just have to see what it feels like myself.

The larger nozzle was noticeable, but it was slimmer than Mr Abd's dick and as such I didn't have too many problems getting it worked into place in my bum. One benefit to having to use the same nozzle as Chico had, was it had warmed up from being inside of his bum. It even looked clean so I didn't bother rinsing it before I put it into my butt. I just wanted this part over and done with as quickly as possible.

Chico stayed put on the toilet for the full 20 minutes I had to retain the enema before I could expel the nasty smelling stuff from my bum. I sat on the toilet seat warmed by him for only as long as it took me to finish up then we discovered what wonder it is to shower under a spray of warm water. We only shut off the faucet when the water began to run cold.

"We have about an hour left," I told Chico when we left the bathroom after brushing our teeth and towelling off, "What do you want to do?"

"Nothing that has anything to do with my bum!" He said in a voice that left no room for debate.

It was fine by me, I suddenly felt a pang of shyness when I remembered all the cameras and microphones picking up everything we did. I let Chico take charge and when he wanted to kiss, I temporarily forgot everything about anything that didn't involve his mouth and tongue. I happily sucked his little stiffy while he sucked mine, lying side by side on the large bed. That was all we ended up doing in front of the cameras that day.

***

The second time we went to the guestroom, both of us knew what to expect. I used warmer water for our enemas, which made it much easier for both of us. We didn't cramp as quickly as the cold water made us do. I almost wished there hadn't been any warm water in the bathroom at all, since it made our every day enemas and showers harder to tolerate. But, of course, since it was accessible to us, we made sure to enjoy it to the fullest while we could.

"I don't ever want to go back to cold showers," I stated.

I was busy soaping up Chico while the running warm water washed the soap away almost as quickly as I could get it on the boy. I could have turned off the water, probably should have, but it was just too nice an experience to do something like that. He sure didn't mind it either, since I was sitting on one knee and washed both his stiff winky and pushed my finger into his bum at the same time while the warm water cascaded down on him.

"This is great!" He said.

I spent more time fondling his stiffy than I could've explained as simply washing it for him if anyone had asked. But, Vanessa wasn't there to punish me for wanking my little brother's stiffy in the shower, neither was Mr Abd. I was in charge, though it would only be for another two hours or so. I called the shots right then and I wanted to wank Chico until his tight bum hole would tighten even more around my finger inside of it. So that was what I did, cameras or no cameras.

He did the same for me after he returned to Earth from wherever his kiddy cum had taken him.

"Want me to pump your bum again?" I asked when we walked from the bathroom to the bed.

"You know what you gotta do first then," was his only response.

I knew and we ended up on the bed in the modified 69 where I licked his bum hole while he sucked on my stiffy. I didn't mind the cameras, heck, I didn't even think about them any longer.

***

I had gotten used to having sex in front of cameras, both the ones I knew was there, but couldn't see and the one Mr Abd trained on us when we were in his bedroom. While I enjoyed sex in general, I truly loved having sex with Chico. I had deep feelings for the little kid and though we had not been born as brothers, we sure grew to become brothers in every sense of the word. We could get angry with or jealous of each other, but never for any length of time. Mr Abd or Vanessa would quickly settle any disagreements, Vanessa always in a more hands-on approach than Mr Abd who'd rather torture us by making us talk to each other.

It wasn't paradise on Earth, far from, but living in Mr Abd's mansion was nice as long as I obeyed the many strict rules. Chico was, at least whenever he felt like it, a very caring brother, always good for a kiss. And so much more, when we were allowed to. That was maybe the only real downer, that we couldn't just have mad sex, or make love to one another, whenever we wanted to. Maybe it was a good thing, I fear we might've jumped each other's bones every minute we were awake if that rule hadn't been enforced.

And the rules were enforced. Breaking one of them always meant some kind of degrading punishment carried out by the person I loved the most. Vanessa was good for a great number of different punishments and Chico was a quite skilful executioner. He didn't much like to be the one having to carry out her orders of slapping me or, in very few cases, whipping me, but he did it anyway. As did I when I had to punish him. Needless to say, we much rather wanted to kiss and caress than inflict pain to each other.

So we did what we had to in order to keep Vanessa and Mr Abd happy. Even when it involved doing stuff we never would've done had it not been for the consequences of not doing so.

***

"Søren, you should be able to deep throat my cock properly by now. Get to it and show me you can," Mr Abd said.

Oh Gods! Can't he tell it just won't fit already?

Mr Abd pushed on the back of my head with both his hands which made me gag even more fiercely on his dick. He wanted it to go into my throat, I knew that, but it was simply impossible. When I began heaving for real, and thought it would only be seconds until everything I had eaten for dinner would end up all over Mr Abd, he eased up a little. I seized the moment and pushed myself off of him completely.

"Father!" I gasped for air, "I can't! I wish I could but it wouldn't end well," I said sadly.

"You disappoint me. When I tell you to do something, I expect you to obey. I don't want you to whine and say how you can't before you even try. Get back to sucking my cock. I want it deep inside your throat. It has been there lots of times when you were passed out. I want it all the way in while you're awake too. Relax your mouth and throat completely and just let it go in."

He pulled my head back into place and I opened my mouth when his dick touched my lips. I wanted to swallow all of his dick, to let it go as far in as he wanted it, I wanted to be a good boy. It was no use though, my gag reflex kicked in again before his dick managed to enter my throat.

"You're a useless boy. A worthless, ungrateful little spoiled brat. Get up and into position. If I can't use your throat, I will use your arse."

He fucked me much more viciously than he had in a very long time. I couldn't do anything to prevent that from happening as he had tied me to the bedposts.

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To Be Continued