The Story Teller of 1997

The Young Muggers

Part 3
The Camping Trip

Thursday

"Good morning beautiful," I replied. "That's just what I needed."

"How's the leg?"

"Twitching a little but not too bad."

"You better have one of these then," he said as he handed me a tablet. "Jeff said to take them four times a day and they'll help to keep you comfortable without making you drowsy." I popped the tablet into my mouth and swallowed some coffee to help it down. "I hope didn't mind but I got dressed earlier this morning. I just wanted to remember what it was like to have clothes!"

"Love, you do what makes you happy. In fact it's nice to see you in clothes again. They make you look really sexy. I wish I could dress as well but with this cast on my leg I don't think I'll be able to."

"Well eventually we'll have to cut one of your trousers but just at the moment I don't think you should disturb that leg. On the other hand there's no reason you can't wear a shirt. Would you like me to get you one?"

"If you would," I replied.

Peter found a clean shirt and he helped me on with it. He put our rucksacks behind me and covered them with his sleeping bag so that I could sit up. He wrapped a blanket around my lower body and made sure it was nice and snug. He then sat alongside me and we drank the rest of our coffees. Once again I smelled the aroma of Peter's body even though it was now fully clothed. I'd never noticed it before until I smelt it for the first time yesterday. Sure some people smell of sweat or whatever but this wasn't a nasty smell but a pleasant aroma.

"Don't take this the wrong way, love, but all of a sudden I can smell something different about you." I said to him hoping he wouldn't be offended.

"You calling me smelly!"

"No, it's not unpleasant. In fact it turns me on."

"Funny you should say that but I too have noticed a new aroma coming from you. I don't always notice it until I am away from you and then I miss it."

"Strange." I said as I carefully turned to face him. The top of his shirt was unbuttoned and I stuck my nose into the opening and sniffed. "Lovely. I reckon it's coming from down here," I said as I unbuttoned a couple of buttons.

"Perhaps it's further down," I continued as I unbuttoned the rest of his shirt and peeled it back.

"I know what you're up to," he said smiling.

"I can't help it, you're just so beautiful."

"Now don't get yourself too excited," he said as he pressed my hand against his chest.

"I can't afford to get too excited. I'm bursting for pee. I think you'll have to get me a pan or something in a minute."

"Don't be daft. If you want to go then I'll help you. I've never taken your piss before but I would like to now."

"You don't have to."

"I want to."

He lowered the blanket covering me. He placed a towel under me and took the end of my cock in his mouth. "Okay!" came a muffled sound. I began to empty my bladder and Peter was swallowing it as quick as I could supply it. I squirted the last few drops into him.

"That's better," I said. "Thanks for that."

"My pleasure. You just let me know when you need to go again."

He pulled out the towel. He hadn't needed it as he'd managed to not spill a drop. He wrapped the blanket back around me. He slipped his shirt off and sat back down next to me. I laid the side of my head on his chest and put my arm around his waist and dropped off to sleep.

I awoke sometime later as I filled my lover's mouth my cum. Apparently I had been dreaming about something or another and Peter had seen my hard on raising the blanket that covered me. He'd been told that he had to do some slave duties and it hadn't wanted to leave me in the state I was in. So he'd given me a blow job and it wasn't until I came that I'd woken up.

I watched as Peter undressed himself and watched as his little naked round butt disappeared through the tent door. He'd been gone just a few minutes when the tent zip rose and in popped a young lad.

"Hi," the lad said to me. "My master has requested that I come in and entertain you for a while."

"That's nice of him or her," I answered.

"Him actually."

"Okay then him. I don't think I've had the pleasure of meeting you before, have I?"

"Not formally. Although I have seen your naked butt up close a couple of nights ago."

"Oh, yes," I answered remembering that all them had penetrated me at some stage.

"My name is James but they all call me Jimmy. I was ten last month and just old enough to come to camp."

"Well I'm pleased to meet you Jimmy. Would you like to come and sit next to me?"

"Okay."

The boy sat along side me. We chatted for a while about school and then went on to talking about the camp and what he'd been doing since he'd arrived. Out of the blue he jumped up to his feet and said, "Would you like me strip off for you?"

"If you want to," I replied.

He undid his shirt and revealed that he was wearing a vest. The old fashioned type of vest that I remembered wearing as a kid. The type made of white cotton that tapered down to a band that rested of your shoulder blades. He dropped his denim jeans to the floor and revealed his matching pair of Y-fronts. There was something quite exciting about seeing a boy wearing a vest and underpants. He lifted the front of his vest up and with one sweeping motion he lifted it off over his head. This revealed a rather white and skinny little body. His chest wasn't at all developed and his nipples were still small and flat. He had freckles across his chest and later I would see that his back was covered too.

He then pulled his underpants down to the ground revealing his little boner. It was sticking out from him at an angle of 90 degrees and measuring about 2 inches [5 cm] or so. The sack underneath it was still relatively taught but showed signs of beginning to drop. He placed his hands behind his head so that I could see him in his entirety. Apart from his head of hair, there were no signs of any other body hair. Even his armpits were as smooth as a baby's bum.

I wouldn't have wanted to hurt his feelings but he had nothing to really interest me. I like youngsters but he was just a little too young and underdeveloped. I'm sure in a year's time he'd look completely different. He would probably still be interesting to many on the camp.

"Would you like to suck me?" little Jimmy asked.

"Yes please," I said, as I didn't want to hurt him.

He placed his legs either side of me so that his little boner was directly in front of me. I took his little cock into my mouth. It was like putting a cigarette in your mouth. It was hard to create a seal around it. I pushed more of it into my mouth until I had his balls as well. This seemed to excite him a little. A wrapped my tongue around it while it was in my mouth and began to tease it. Then I tasted a little of his pre-cum and I was surprised how nice it was. I began to really play with him in earnest and his hips began to sway and I guessed he wasn't far off coming. Sure enough I felt the surges of thin and runny cum hit the roof of my mouth. There wasn't much of it but what there was beautiful. I guess you can't always tell from the packaging. He pulled his underpants back on and quickly dressed. We said our good-byes and off he went.

I'd hardly leant back to relax when someone else unzipped the tent. In popped a lovely looking girl who I recognised as being Liz. Liz had the biggest pair of breasts in the camp and I had the good fortune to taste them earlier in the week.

"My master says that I should come and entertain you."

"Fuck me," I said. "Are you lot queue out there or what?"

"There's no one out there. Jeff did ask everybody to help keep you company, that's all."

"Okay that's good. Your Liz aren't you?"

"That's right and your wish is my command."

That sounded like music to my ears. "Come over here then. Sit across me but be careful of my leg."

She lifted her skirt a little and sat down over my lap so that her knees were either side of me. I unbuttoned her shirt and slid it down her arms. There in front of me was her wonderful breasts still cupped in her flimsy bra. I admired their beauty for while before undoing the front clasp of her bra. As I released the clasp, the bra sprung open and her big naked breasts greeted me. I grasped her breasts but they were bigger than I could get in my hands. Her nipples were standing proud and I lent forward and popped one in my mouth. She liked the feeling and started grinding her cunt into my lap. After a while a transferred to her other nipple until I slumped back with exhaustion. She could see that I was tired so she took the initiative of unbuttoning my shirt. After pealing the shirt back she began sucking my nipples. She then pressed her breasts against mine while still pressing her cunt down against my lap. I ran my hands up the side of her legs and under her skirt. I soon realised that she was wearing a wrap around skirt and undid it and pulled it off her. I could now see the dark patch of her crotch through her see through panties. I'm sure she could feel my erection through the blanket and she kept running her fanny up and down the blanket. We looked into each other's eyes and without speaking we knew what we were about to do. She lifted herself up to her feet. While she was towering over me she pealed down the front of her panties letting me see her cunt up close. I pulled the blanket around me down so as to free my cock. She peered down at it and then carefully lowered herself down on it. It slid right in without a hitch.

She teased it at first by contracting her vaginal muscles. My hands caressed the parts of her body that I could reach. She began riding up and down my shaft. Her tits were bouncing up and down as she did it. As it wasn't that long ago since I'd last come and was able to hold myself back. We were locked in a rage of passion for some twenty minutes or so before I finally came. She had managed to orgasm several times during that session. Finally she climbed off me and collapsed along side me. We were both covered in sweat. She gently played with my deflated cock for while as we rested. When she'd got her breath back, she picked up her clothes and left.

I was half expecting another caller but alas nobody came. I made myself comfortable and nodded off to sleep. I awoke sometime later as Peter handed me a coffee.

"Did you have a nice snooze," Peter asked.

"Not bad. How's things with you?"

"Busy. I've got some time off now though. So I thought I'd come and keep you company."

"I can see you've been busy," I said noticing the red marks across his back and buttocks. "They look a little sore. Come here and let me kiss them better."

Peter came and sat next to me with his back towards me. I put my coffee down and started kissing his wounds. The kisses soon turned to licks. I got him to sit up a little while my tongue licked the wounds on his buttocks as well. He then climbed under my blanket and we had a little cuddle while I fondled his cock.

"Bob's got over his treatment through the night," Peter told me. "They did pretty much the same as they did to you. He had couple of new names written on his back."

"Simon would be one and I guess you as well."

"I hope you didn't mind but I popped out early this morning. I went out of curiosity more than anything to see what happens but while I was there I just thought I'd might as well add my name to his list."

"Don't worry about it. I would have been disappointed if you hadn't."

"Is it okay to come in?" came a voice from outside the tent. I recognised the voice as Jeff's.

"Come in, Jeff," I shouted.

"Time for check-up," said Jeff as he entered the tent. "Can you help him off with his shirt, young man."

Peter helped me take my shirt off as Jeff removed the blanket that was covering me. Jeff first checked the plaster cast and asked me if it felt too tight. I told him that it wasn't overly tight. Jeff ran his finger around the top of the cast and seemed happy with it. He then moved down to my toes and checked I could feel then okay.

"Fine," he said. "Everything looks fine down there. Now I need to check you over."

He stuck a thermometer down the side of my cock between my leg and my balls. He then put on his stethoscope and listened to my chest. He then helped me to lean forward and he listened on my back. He then took my pulse before pulling the thermometer out and reading it. "Perfect. No adverse reactions so far. I notice that you keeping your penis busy."

"How do you know that," I asked.

"Just look at the state of it. Covered in dried sex fluids."

"Well aren't you going to clean it for me?" I asked jokingly.

To my surprise Jeff started licking my cock clean with his tongue. I soon had an erection. The licking got more intense as I responded and soon he was taken my whole cock into his mouth. One of his hands went and undid his trousers. His other hand joined it and he pulled the back of his trousers and shorts down revealing his arse.

"Okay young man, get stuck in," he said to Peter, surprising us both.

Peter didn't need telling twice. He soon had his cock firmly planted inside Jeff. Although we'd managed to hold ourselves back for three or four minutes, it was incredible that Peter and myself came at exactly the same time. Jeff then stood up as if to pull up his pants when he noticed the marks on Peter's back.

"They look nasty," he said to Peter as he turned him around to have a closer inspection. Jeff went into his bag and produced a bottle of lotion. "This will help." With a piece of cotton wool, Jeff started dabbing the lotion on Peter's back. He started at the top and worked down. Then he noticed that Peter's buttocks needed some as well. He pushed Peter forward so he could apply some lotion to his buttocks. "Oh fuck it," said Jeff. "You've got me going with that lovely bottom of yours. Do you mind Dave if I you know?"

"Carry on. You don't mind do you Peter?"

Peter shook his head.

Jeff lowered his pants further so that his cock was free. He slipped it into Peter and began thrusting his hips. "No wonder you love this boy," Jeff said to me with a smile on his face. "He's a wonderful fuck!" It was only a few moments before Jeff's face changed and I could see that he was letting his cum fill my Peter. Jeff seemed a little embarrassed at what he'd done and leapt up to his feet, pulled his pants back up, grabbed his medical bag and disappeared out of the tent.

"You know you mean more than a good fuck to me, don't you?" I said to Peter concerned at what Jeff had said.

"If we're going to have a future together," he started. "You're going to have to stop doubting my love for you and how I feel about our relationship."

"Fair enough," I answered. "I'll say no more."

"Do you need a pee yet?"

"Well actually yes I do."

"Why haven't you told me like I asked?"

"Sorry!"

Peter took the contents of my bladder into his stomach without spilling a drop.

I told him that I was fed up being stuck in the tent. He said he'd go and ask for some help to see if he could get me outside for a while. He was gone a few minutes and he returned with a few helpers. They'd decided, as I couldn't put any weight on my leg, they would drag me out instead. They placed a spare groundsheet just outside the tent. Then they grabbed the end of my sleeping bag and dragged it out of the tent. The sleeping bag slid fairly easily over the plastic sheeting. Peter was concerned that I didn't have my blanket over me.

"I've got nothing that everybody hasn't already seen," I said.

"I hadn't thought of it like that," he said laughing.

The cool late afternoon air felt lovely on my naked body. I thanked the boys for helping and they want on their way. Peter dragged out one of the rucksacks and placed it behind me so I could lay back against it. I could see just about all the camp from where I was laying. It was interesting watching the numerous activities that were going on between slaves and their masters. When they realised that I was out of the tent, more and more people were doing their activities in the open where I could see them. During the last couple of hours before supper I was constantly entertained. At one stage a couple of masters thought I'd like to watch two of the younger slaves fuck each other. I recognised them as James and Samantha. James vaginally fucked Sam only a couple of feet away from me. Then young Jimmy was brought out and he anally fucked Sam.

Then it was Gary's turn to be sucked off by Sam. Sam was later carted off with cum oozing out of every orifice on her body.

Later I watched the group of girls grab my Peter. They staked him down on the ground and took turns pissing on him. I knew what that was like. They then threw several buckets of icy cold water over him before releasing him. Then the girls got a group of four boys and tied their hands behind their backs. They then enticed the boys into having erections and then played a game of hoopla. With little plastic rings they would take turns in throwing them and trying to hook them on their boy's penis. The girl with the most rings hanging off her boy's penis would be the winner. I quite enjoyed watching this game. Each girl was responsible for keeping her boy's penis erect and if it went limp and the rings fell off then those rings were discounted.

As six-thirty arrived, I watched the wardens carting off Simon for his night of sensual depravation. They returned only moments later and stood alongside me.

This time it wasn't to cart me off some form of punishment but instead to help to the mess tent ready for supper. They said if I'd like to go now, I could watch Simon being prepared for his night's activity. I said that it sounded interesting and if it were no bother, I would be grateful. One of them got my shirt and blanket out of the tent. Two of them put their hands under my bum and lifted me bodily into the air. They then carried me to the mess tent and sat me down gain on a home made chair. They helped me on with my shirt and wrapped the blanket around my waist.

I watched as they began the process of preparing Simon. Everything was pretty much the same as I'd experienced. They seemed to have a little problem fitting the cock restraint, as it wasn't big enough. A large section of his cock was still exposed, where it had covered all but the tip of my cock. They managed to clamp it into position and it almost looked like another leg of the table! They couldn't hang the weights on his nipples as we had had our loops connected through our nipples removed. Instead they used some lighter weights and clipped them on with crocodile clips. I wasn't too sure which was worse. Finally the preparations were completed and instead of putting up the canvas partition they closed the tent door. I guess they did it so I could watch while they took turns penetrating Simon's arse.

Once the wardens had all had their way with Simon, one came up to me and asked me if I'd like to have a go.

"I don't think it's going to be possible," I replied.

"Would you like to?"

"Yes I would if it was possible."

They sorted it out amongst them and the next minute they'd scooped me out of my chair and carried me over to Simon. They slowly lowered me until my good leg was on the ground. Two of them kept their heads under my arms and holding most of my weight. They got me up really close. They whipped my towel away and another held up my shirt out of the way. My cock was now well erect and perfectly in line with Simon's opening. I felt one of them apply pressure to the base of my spine and in slipped my cock. I still didn't have the ability to pump and so one of them grabbed me around my hips and pumped for me. It was a strange sensation having all these people around me helping to fuck someone. I was getting used to these weird and wonderful situations I was finding myself in. My hips began to pump quicker and harder. I held back as long as I could, as I didn't want to disappoint my helpers after all their efforts. Eventually I succumbed to the pressure welling up inside me and I shot my load. I then had to tell them that I'd come and that they could stop. Very strange. One of them handed me a pen and I wrote my name on Simon's back. They then lifted me up and put me back in my chair. One of them cleaned me up and then wrapped the blanket back around me and helped me back on with my shirt. The partition was put up and the tent door reopened.

The mess tent soon filled up as they filed in for their supper. All the slaves were naked but the masters were dressed. This made it easier to spot who was who. The slaves had to serve the food to the masters. Only when the masters were happy were the slaves permitted to eat their food. Bob approached me with my supper.

"Hi," he said. "Sorry I haven't had chance to see so far today. They've been keeping me busy. Sorry to hear about your accident. How is it?"

"Pretty good."

"It must of hurt when you did it. Looking on the bright side, at least we get to eat now!"

"That's true," I answered laughing.

Bob stayed with me during supper and kept me company. We talked about what Simon was about to go through tonight. Bob had enjoyed the experience although he'd found it very exhausting. He'd managed to clock up three more signatures on his back than I had got the night before. I could still see the faint outlines of the signatures on his bare back.

After we'd finished supper, Jeff started his usual address to the group. He announced that once again it was up to each pair to decide who was to be master and who was to be the slave. He also announced that if they wanted to switch partners they could as long as all parties agreed and that they maintained the junior and senior combination.

He then got my Peter to stand up in front of the group with his back to them.

Jeff then told them, "See these marks. I don't know who's responsible for them and I don't want to know. However, I ask you all to bear in mind that we will be going home in a few days. If one of your parents saw these kinds of marks then we would all be in trouble. So use your common sense and avoid this kind of thing happening again. A little spanking won't hurt but anything other than that could leave long lasting marks. Finally, as you know, Dave agreed to let the camp continue even though he should be at home with his injuries. I think we should all be grateful to him for that. I've therefore decided that each of you should show your gratitude personally. I know some of you already have. I will pin this list on the mess tent door. It's an approximate timetable for each of you to visit Dave tomorrow. We will cordon off the rear of this tent and Dave will be waiting for you there. You'll have to make your own arrangements with your master or slave. I think it would be nice if you arrive fully dressed and then let Dave decide what you should do. Don't forget that we have a new victim behind the screen tonight for your pleasure. Make sure you all visit him at least once during the night. That's all, have fun."

The hubbub of the group got quite loud as they individually discussed partner swapping and who was going to be master and who was going to be a slave.

Obviously some were changing roles as they were being ordered to strip while others dressed. Some disappeared behind the screen to have fun with Simon. Peter had joined Bob and me as neither of them had the option of changing roles, as they were both group slaves. We watched as several new salves were broken in and forced to do humiliating acts in front of the rest of the group. After a couple of hours or so the group began to disperse. A couple of the wardens approached me and asked if I was ready to go back to my tent. I said I did and they carried me home. Peter and Bob came with me. Peter made me comfortable while Bob made some coffee outside the tent. He later brought in the coffee and we started to drink it.

"Listen you two. You can get dressed if you prefer." I said to them.

"I'm okay," said Bob.

"And me," replied Peter.

"I'm afraid I'm too worn out to have sex," I offered. "But if you two want to have fun, then carry on."

"I'm too tired as well," said Peter.

"Me too," said Bob. "Would you mind if I stayed the night with you two. I don't fancy being on my own tonight."

"I have no objections," I replied. Peter agreed.

I slipped my shirt off and they covered me with a pile of blankets and they both climbed in with me. One on each side. They both cuddled into me and I placed my arms around them. It was very nice having two warm and naked bodies either side of me. We made light talk for a while but it tapered out as each of us drifted off to sleep.

Friday

"Good morning, where's Peter?" I replied.

"He's making the breakfast. He was going to ask you if you needed a pee but I volunteered to do it for you while he made the breakfast. Do you?"

"Sure do."

He pulled the blankets off me and took my limp penis into his mouth. I started to go and he began to swallow. He was as good as Peter and never lost a drop of it. The release of my urine had made me want to shit. Pains started to well up inside me. It had been a long time since the last time I'd gone. Bob noticed that I was in some kind of discomfort.

"What's the matter?" he said to me.

"Nothing," I replied.

"Come on, I can see that something is bothering you." He paused for a moment. "I know what it is, you need a crap don't you?"

"I'm afraid I do."

He called for Peter to come back in. He explained to Peter that I needed a crap.

Peter produced a big cooking pot.

"Jeff knew you'd want to go eventually so he gave me this," said Peter.

They rolled up some blankets and sleeping bags and placed then either side of the pot. They then lifted me up from under my arms and dragged me onto the pot.

This was embarrassing but I was too desperate to care and I lightened my load.

After I'd finished they rolled me off the pot and laid me on my side. Peter then washed by bum. A very degrading thing for him to have to do but he did it without a word. They then got me back on my bed and made me comfortable. I thanked them for what they done. Bob carried out the pot and was gone for quite some time.

Peter went out and checked that the breakfast was cooking okay and then returned with a bowl of warm water. He once again took off my blankets and with a flannel he gave me a bed bath. I also brushed my teeth and Peter combed my hair. I was now clean and groomed and it felt wonderful. I watched as Peter then washed himself and cleaned his teeth.

Bob returned and we all had a cooked breakfast followed by a mug of coffee. Both Bob and Peter had their shorts on but I was sitting there uncovered and naked.

It felt strange to be the only one naked for a change. Bob started playing with my toes that were protruding through the plaster cast. He asked if they hurt and I said no. He massaged them for me while Peter and I talked. We were both surprised when Bob started to suck my big toe. I've always had a thing about feet and have never found any attraction in them. Obviously Bob did and I wasn't going to complain. His sucking was causing me to feel strange sensations in different parts of my body. It felt so relaxing.

"That's so incredible," I said out loud. "You really should try it Peter."

"I'll do you if want Peter," Bob said to him.

"Guess I'll try anything new," Peter replied.

Peter laid himself down and Bob lifted his foot. He placed his big toe into his mouth and began sucking.

"Oooahh," Peter started. "I see what you mean. It effects your whole body."

Bob was called away to fulfil his slave duties. Peter told me how much he'd enjoyed having his toe sucked. I said I'd have a go one-day when I was in the right mood. He promised the same.

The wardens arrived at the tent to take me over to the mess tent. They lifted me and carried me like before. When we got to the mess tent, they carried me through to the back behind the screen. There was a new low down seat that they'd spent the last couple of hours making just for me. They'd padded it with blankets and suchlike making it as comfortable as possible. The wardens explained that each visitor was allocated approximately fifteen minutes. I wasn't to worry if I overrun this time allocation with some of the visitors but I should try to keep some others shorter to make up for it. They had put a clock nearby so I could keep an eye on the time. Alongside the chair was a table. On it was a bell and I was to ring it when I wanted the next visitor to come in.

There was also a copy of the timetable, which listed the visitor's name along with some personal details about them including their age. I was to note any visitors who were late. There were numerous other things on the table including some food and drink and few assorted sex toys should I need them. They said that they'd check on me throughout the day and then left.

It was already two minutes past eight and my first visitor was at eight. I checked the list and it was Peter. I rang the bell and in he walked. He was fully clothed.

"We meet again," I said with a smile.

"Yep. Nice set up," he said looking around.

"Not bad is it? I think they've thought of just about everything."

"Well I'm yours. What do you want me to do?"

"I know your mine and I hope you always will be. For now though, strip down to your shorts and lay down on the floor in front of me." Peter did as I instructed. I always enjoyed watching my Peter peel off his clothes. He laid down. "Closer!" I asked him. He wriggled closer to me so he had to bend his knees up. I lifted one of his legs up on my lap. I took the flannel out of the bowl of water on the table. I washed his foot. Cupping my hands under the heel of his foot I lifted it up towards my mouth. I looked at his big toe and without thinking too much about it I popped it into my mouth. It tasted strange but not unpleasant. I began to suck it like I'd seen Bob do. I could see a look of pleasure came over Peter's face and I knew I was doing it correctly. I moved on to his other toes. He began to wriggle about with the sensations I was causing.

He was caressing his nipples and I could see I was really turning him on. I still wasn't sure if I liked the idea of having someone's toes in my mouth but Peter was enjoying it so much I knew I'd always do it for him.

"Would you like me to suck your toes?" Peter asked.

"Only if you really want to," I replied. "Don't feel obliged."

He washed one of my feet. He started with my big toe and slipped it in his mouth. It felt great. After a while he moved on to my other toes. Wow, I was feeling new sensations. I too had my hand under my shirt and was playing with my nipples.

"I'd only do that for you," Peter said to me.

"Me too. Let's keep that special for just us. We'll only suck each others toes."

"Fine by me. It shall be an experience that only you and I shall share. I guess my time is up already," he said as he looked at the clock.

"Time flies when you're enjoying yourself. Don't go yet though. Stay with me for a while and enjoy some of my visitors."

"That'll be nice, thanks."

I picked up the bell and rang it. Checking the list I could see that my next visitor was 16-year-old Eric, one of the wardens. I showed the list to Peter who was standing behind me. He smirked at me. Eric entered.

"Hello Eric," I said. "Revenge seems to be on the cards for you. I won't treat you too badly considering how kind you've been to me since the accident. First of all you can remove that T-shirt and come over here!" Eric lifted his T-shirt off over his head and threw it to one side. I made him turn around while I cuffed his hands behind his back. I then turned him back to face me. Eric was a big lad and quite hairy. I squeezed his nipples as hard as I could with my fingers. He winced as I did it.

"That's nothing compared to those dreaded bells you had fitted to our nipples!"

I said to him. "Peter, I'll give you the pleasure of debagging him!"

Peter pulled him away from me a little so I could watch better. He pulled Eric's trousers down with force. Then grabbing his shorts he pulled them down with a similar force. His cock sprang up with the rough treatment. Peter grabbed at his organ and pulled him to me. Eric was a mass of hair from his belly down. I took hold of his cock and yanked his foreskin back and he gave out a little whimper.

I grabbed his balls harshly as if to inspect them. I made him turn around and pushed him forward making him bend over. I grabbed his arse cheeks and parted them, stretching his anus wide open.

"Looks nice and clean," I said to Peter. "Would you like to do the honours?"

"My pleasure," he replied.

He pushed Eric to the centre of the tent still bending over. Peter pulled down his shorts and out sprung his penis of perfection. He rubbed a little spit on the end of it. He pushed Eric down a little causing him to bend his knees until he was at the right height. Then he violently pressed his cock in as deep as it would go. I saw the grimace on Eric's face. He fucked his arse with all the force he could muster. Eric's balls were swaying with the force. When Peter came inside him he withdrew his cock and then pushed Eric so that he lost his balance and crashed to the floor like a discarded toy. Peter saw an opportunity and put his foot on Eric's cock, trapping it against his leg. His foreskin was still drawn back and Peter had his foot firmly on the exposed tip. I could see that Peter was applying more and more pressure to his foot until Eric finally said, "I'm sorry. I apologise for everything that I put you through." Peter removed his foot but not before transferring his whole weight on Eric's cock.

The lad let out a squeal.

"Sorry about that Eric," I said. "I guess Peter had a lot of pent up feelings about you!"

"I guess I deserved it," he replied. "May I dress now?"

"Okay."

Peter released him from his cuffs. We watched as he tried to pull his foreskin back over the dried tip of his cock. He put his clothes on and left. Peter and I had a good laugh at Eric's expense. Peter put his shorts back on before I rang the bell. Next was 16-year-old Stephen who was also a warden.

"Come in Stephen," I said as he poked his head in. "Stand here in front of me."

Stephen was wearing a shirt and the top two buttons were unbuttoned. I could see the mass of black hair on his exposed chest. Immediately I had an idea and I called to Peter and whispered in ear. Peter left us for a few minutes. "Okay Stephen, while we waiting for Peter, let's see you strip!" He took his clothes off while I watched with interest. He was exceptionally hairy and made Eric look smooth in comparison. "Stephen, I understand you share a flat with Paul."

"That's right," he answered.

"So you no longer live at home?"

"No."

"Good." I said. Peter returned with my shaving kit. I mixed a large quantity of foam with some water. "You've never used a cut throat razor have you Peter?" I said winking at him.

"Never," Peter answered. I knew he had but I wanted to build up a little fear in Stephen and Peter was playing along.

Peter started with Stephen's chest and covered it with foam. Stephen's face was a picture as Peter opened the razor. Within a minute or so, his chest was a bare as a baby's bottom. He then did his arms, followed by his back, arse, legs and finally his cock. The only hair he had left was the hair on his head. The bowl of water was now full of foam and hair. I turned to Stephen and told him to go out and empty it and to return when he'd filled it back up with fresh warm water. Stephen attempted to pick up his clothes.

"You can leave them there," I called. "Now hurry up we're waiting!"

We heard some wolf whistles as he left the mess tent. We wondered how he was fairing out there. He probably was feeling the cold after being used to so much hair. Eventually he returned with the bowl of clean water.

"You're staying with us a while longer," I told him as I cuffed his hands behind his back. Peter and I had noticed that the next visitor was 15-year-old Paul, yet another warden. I rang the bell but immediately shouted, "Paul before you come in I want you to strip down to your underwear." A few moments later Paul entered wearing his shorts. Paul was tall and slim. He was of Asian background and his skin was relatively dark. Unusually his wasn't at all hairy. "Come here Paul and put your hands behind your back." I slipped a pair of cuffs on him.

"Right now stand over there facing Stephen." He did as I requested. "Stephen down on your knees. I want you to remove Paul's shorts using only your teeth!"

Peter and I were soon in stitches of laughter watching the two of them. Stephen was trying to grab Paul's waistband with his teeth but ended up biting Paul's stomach. After numerous attempts, Stephen had a go at getting his teeth around one the legs of the shorts. With a little perseverance he managed to get a grip and he started tugging on them. With all the action, Paul had raised an erection and that was stopping the shorts from sliding down. Stephen was determined not to let go and tugged with all his might and the shorts began to move. Peter and I thought we were going to die of laughter when Paul's cock finally popped out and smacked Stephen in the eye. Once his shorts were around his ankles, Paul stepped out of them.

"Steve, I think you ought to relieve Paul of his erection."

Paul's cock was pointing vertically upward and we watched as Stephen tried to hook it out and get it in his mouth. Once he had hold of it, he was away. Up and down he went, running the full length of the shaft. You could tell that these two were living together and that they knew each other's bodies. Steve knew the exact length of Paul's cock and he knew he could run the full length without fear of miss judging it and losing the cock out of his mouth. Their experience showed. Steve was turning his head from side to side as he ran along every part of the organ. I saw Paul's buttocks clench and I knew he was about to come. Sure enough, Steve slowed down as he took his lover's cum. I waited while Steve cleaned him up.

"Okay you can stand up now, Steve. Paul I want you to turn around so you're back is facing Steve. Now feel for Steve's cock. That's it. Get a good firm grip and start wanking him."

They found it awkward but soon got into a rhythm. Steve was fairly erect before they started. Once again I could see Steve rock a little as his bum cheeks clenched and moments later he shot his load all over his lover's arse.

"Well done boy's," I said. "You're free to go now."

The lads dressed and left. Peter said he had to go because it was already passed nine and he'd been ordered to meet someone down by the river at nine o'clock. I wished him luck and asked him to return as soon as he could.

Next on the list was 12-year-old Graham. I rang the bell and in he came. "Hello Graham," I said.

"Hi," he replied.

Graham was very petite for his age, possibly the shortest of the entire group even though he was twelve. He was very shy even though he'd been at the camp for five days. Jeff had paired him with another boy that was similarly shy and the two of them had kept themselves to themselves. Even though Graham was the slave, I had never seen him naked about the camp. Any action was going on within their tent.

"Come her," I said, "and sit on my lap." He sat across my lap. "Is it true that you're a little shy?"

"Guess so."

"Don't you like being with other people?"

"I don't mind," he replied. It was like getting blood out of a stone getting to open up.

"Do you like me?"

"Yes."

"Are you scared of me?"

"No."

"Talkative aren't you?"

"Sorry, I just get so embarrassed when I'm with someone I don't know." He said stringing a full sentence.

"Why did you come to camp then?"

"I hoped it would overcome my shyness." His eyes glazed over.

"Hey, take it easy," I said to him. "You've got a lot to offer." I put my hands on the side of his head and pulled it towards me and planted a kiss on his cheek. He smiled back at me and then licked his lips in a provocative manner.

His moistened lips were a lovely deep red and I planted a kiss on them. As I drew my lips away he quickly followed them and pressed his lips hard against mine. At first it was a granny type kiss but I felt his tongue forcing its way out of his mouth and pushing its way into mine. I took the opportunity of slipping my hand up the back of his shirt and touching his silky skin.

"That wasn't so bad," I said to him as I mouths parted. I slipped my other hand between two of his shirt buttons and my fingers found one of his nipples. I teased it a little as we kissed again. He was beginning to relax a little so I unbuttoned his shirt and started caressing him around the stomach and chest. He didn't object. With our lips still joined I peeled his shirt back and he let it slip down his arms. As we were locked in a kiss, I let my hands do the exploring. His skin was soft and smooth. I got a little more adventurous and while my right arm was caressing his back and shoulders, I let my left arm run between his legs. I was rubbing his cock gently through his denim jeans. His left arm that he'd had around my neck began to caress my shoulders.

He was starting to respond and so was I!

I put my right hand back on his stomach and while gently rubbing it, I let the hand slip down under his jeans. I found the waistband of his underpants and I pushed my fingers under it. I felt some moisture as I found his cock. It was already quite firm. As my fingers explored around his shaft and balls, his left arm was under the back of my shirt. Our lips finally parted. I looked at the body I'd uncovered. His right hand was pressing against mine making me rub his cock more fiercely. I took my right arm off his back and gently pushed him away from me so that I could bring my arm to his front. I kissed him around his chest while I undid the clasp of his jeans.

Once it was undone I slid down his fly. Pulling my left hand out from under his white underpants, I then pulled the front of his underpants down revealing his penis. It was nice looking job and was standing proud. My groping earlier had pushed back his foreskin and his pink bell end was staring back at me. I tried to lean forward to touch it with my lips but I couldn't reach it. Graham knew what I wanted and he got up off my lap. He pulled off his jeans and underpants and stood close alongside me. In seconds I had his cock in my mouth and I was giving it serious oral attention. His nectar was as I expected, wonderful.

Without a word being spoken, after I had taken his load, he pulled my blanket off me revealing my fully inflated cock. He undid the front of my shirt and peeled it back. He then sat back on my lap but this time he put his legs either side of me and facing me. Our two cocks were locked together. He put his lips against mine and we started another long kiss while he fondled my chest. Yet again without warning, he lifted his body up and with his right arm guiding my cock, he lowered himself down on me. My aching cock slipped into him with ease.

He pulled away from our kiss and leant backwards supporting himself with his hand on my knees. His body was stretched out in front of me as he lifted himself up and down my cock. His own cock was erect again and so I began to stroke it with one hand while my other hand tweaked his nipples. As his rhythm increased so did my hand around his cock. It was very long before I released by cum into him. I continued to jerk him and a few moments later his cum was squirting itself over me. He leant forward and we embraced rubbing his cum all over us. My cock was still inside him.

"Not so shy once you get going!" I said to him.

"Suppose not. It just getting started is the problem."

"What you need to do then is to think about the outcome once you have started. You got a cracking body and you're one hell of a sex machine, so what have you got to be shy about?"

"I've never looked at it like that. You could be right."

"I am right. We all get a little shy when we meet for the first time but the sex hunger within us simply overcomes the shyness. I dare you to leave this tent now, without dressing, and go and find your partner and tell him you want to fuck him. Tell him I said he's to."

"Do you reckon I could?" he replied with a little hesitance.

"Of course you can. Remember, just think of the outcome!"

"Okay I will. Thanks for your help and by the way you're not a bad sex machine yourself!" he said as he ran out of the tent still naked. He hadn't even picked up his clothes. I collected up his shirt and underpants but couldn't quite reach his jeans. I don't know why but I put his shirt to my face and sniffed it. I wondered what this camp has done to me. I've never been a fetish sought of guy but first I find myself sucking feet and now I'm sniffing clothes! The smell of Graham's shirt was stirring something up in me. Then I put his underpants up to my nose and the smell of them drove me wild. They were still damp with Graham's pre-cum.

I rang the bell and in come two girls. It was Liz and Chris. I checked my list to see why two of them were coming together. I noticed that there was link joining their names on the sheet and a note saying 'lesbians'. I already knew that they weren't a hundred percent lesbians but I guess that it may be their preferred choice.

"Hi girls," I said to them.

"Hi Dave," they answered.

"What am I to do to you?" I asked.

"That's up to you," said Liz.

"I tell you what," I said. "I'm feeling a little tired, so why don't I sit back and watch the two of you making love to each other. I'm used to see male to male gay sex but I've never watched two gay girls before. Just ignore me and pretend that you're having private fun with each other."

"I guess we could manage that, don't you Liz," said Chris. She nodded in agreement.

I settled back in the chair and waited for the floorshow. The girl's started by giving each other a long deep kiss. Chris started fondling Liz's chest almost straight away. Liz's hands were concentrating on Chris's arse. Chris's little mini-skirt was lifting at the back as Liz hooked her thumbs under the panties and soon the panties were on the floor. The kiss continued as Liz lifted the front of Chris's skirt and started to finger her pussy. Chris responded by opening Liz's shirt and undoing her bra. This kiss stopped as Liz moved her mouth down to the breasts that were on display in front of her. With her hands cupping under her breast she took as much as the mound as she could into her mouth. Chris now had her skirt around her ankles and Liz was taking advantage of Chris's semi horizontal position to pull her blouse up her body. As she passed the back of her bra, she undid it and as Chris stopped sucking momentarily, she pulled the blouse and bra off over her head in one sweep. Chris returned to Liz's breast and at the same time she peeled Liz's shirt back and her bra and shirt fell down to the ground. They were both naked now, except for a little jewel in Chris's navel. They changed roles and Liz began to suck one of Chris's breasts and the same time fingering her fanny. The action continued as they got down the ground and with a combination of fingering and licking they managed to orgasm several times. When they were finally laying on their backs in exhaustion, I thanked them for their display and they left.

Next on the list was 12-year-old Tony. I rang the bell but no one came in. I rang it again and again but no response. After a couple of minutes, Jeff popped his head through the door.

"I was just passing and I heard you ringing the bell but when I heard you ring a second and third time I thought I'd pop in and see if everything okay."

"No there's not a problem as such. Young Tony is late for his visit by the look of it."

"Ah! I see. You better make a note of it then. I'll make sure he gets his punishment for this! I'll leave you to it. See you later."

"Yeah bye Jeff."

Jeff disappeared through the screen only to come straight back in. "I've found him. He's just arrived," he said to me. He then looked at Tony and said, "You're five minutes late! I don't want to here any excuses you were warned! I'll sort you out later but for keeping David waiting you can stay with him now until lunch and remember you do as he tells you!" Jeff turned back to face me. "Give this little bugger hell for me will you?"

"Consider it done," I answered and Jeff left.

"Whoops! You've been a naughty boy haven't you?" I said to him sternly. I was feeling tired and my leg was beginning to throb, and it was making me more aggressive. "Come here!" I yelled at him.

He stepped up closer to me.

I leant forward and grabbed the bottom of his T-shirt and without any warning a pulled it sharply up and over his head. I slapped him hard several times across his nipples. His chest turned immediately bright red. I had seen the bulldog clips on the table earlier and decided that now was the time to use them. I squeezed hard around his right nipple causing it to protrude from his chest. I sharply clipped the bulldog clip onto the expose nipple. I did the same thing to his other nipple. I knew these things hurt like fuck but I was in the mood to go to town on this lad for being late. It was a coincidence that I also knew that the lad liked to suffer, he was known for it. I was going to push him to the limit.

"So you'd dare to be late would you?"

"I'm sorry but…" he said with a frightened look on his face.

"No fucking excuses," I yelled at him.

"But I…"

"Disobey me again would you? I said no excuses. Now as you won't shut up then I'll shut you up!" I picked up Graham's underpants that he'd left behind and stuffed them in Tony's mouth. I pushed them all the way in and then taped some heavy-duty tape across his mouth. Fear grew in his eyes.

"Now hand me your trousers!" I shouted at him. "Be quick about it!"

He stumbled as he tried to undo his trousers. He wanted to obey me as quick as he could. He managed to undo them and whipped them off and handed them to me. He stood there in just a pair of blue boxer shorts while I went through his pockets. I found what I was looking for. I had noticed that he had a box in his pocket and it looked like a cigarette packet by its size. I was right.

"Oh boy!" I said, "you're really in for it now! You got two options. Either I report this to the wardens or I deal with it myself. Shall I tell the wardens?"

Tony shook his head.

"Do you agree to accept my punishment instead?"

He reluctantly nodded his head. He wasn't sure how far I'd go but he knew the wardens were very strict and he'd be better off with me.

"Okay then. First off, you'll spend the rest of the day with me and not just up until lunch. Okay?"

He nodded his head.

"Are you currently a slave?"

He nodded his head.

"Does your master smoke as well?"

He shook his head.

"I can always get someone to search your tent. I'll ask you again, does your partner smoke?"

He nodded with extra fear in his eyes.

"Okay what will do is wait for your partner to come looking for you and then he'll receive his punishment as well. From now and until the end of camp, you and your partner will be my personal slaves. I can promise you it won't be easy!"

I grabbed hold of him and turned him around. I pulled his arms above his head and then grabbing his elbows I pushed towards each other until he virtually had his arms folded behind his head. I grabbed the handcuffs and cuffed his elbows together. The cuffs just fitted. His arms were now securely fixed behind his head. While he was still facing away from me, I whipped his shorts down sharply.

This exposed his lily-white bum. Tony was quite tanned except here and he obviously sunbathed often but not nude. I turned him on a slight ankle and gave his cheeks half a dozen hard slaps. His arse was glowing! I turned him the rest of the way until he was once again facing me. As I expected he was circumcised and his cock was long, thin and pointing upwards. I pulled it down as far as it would go and then let it spring back up on its own accord. I did this several times. His eyes followed my hands I leant over to the table and picked up a little box of clips. The box contained a large range of crocodile and bulldog type clips. I rummage through the box and sorted a few larger crocodile clips. I stretched the sack holding his balls and proceeded to apply several of these clips to it. As each one took hold his body jumped. I was amazed how many could be applied and I reckon I had about a dozen clips secured to his balls. I was then looking around him to find other suitable sites for more clips. I pinned a couple on his earlobes. As he had one of those deep-set belly buttons, I managed to clip several around the edge of it. I placed a few bigger clips on some of his toes. To finish him off I pulled out a large bulldog clip and as it approached his cock, I looked into is face and his eyes told me that he knew what I was going to do with it. I clipped it right on the end of his penis! He must have been in agony with that and all the other clips. Experience however taught me that the pain subsides after a while as your body gets used to them.

"Each of those clips will be a reminder this morning that you should not break the rules. Each time you think about having a cigarette in the future, just remember those clips!" I said to him. I had one more thing in store for him. I picked up his discarded shorts and placed them over his head. He was now blind as well. "Okay turn around and walk until I tell you to stop." He turned and walked away from me. Once he was almost at the tent wall I yelled for him to stop and turn around. "That's where you'll stay until I tell you otherwise!"

I rang the bell. In walked Peter.

"I managed to get away for a while so I thought I'd rejoin you," he said. "Fuck me that looks painful," he said looking at Tony.

"He's been a little naughty. He turned up late for his visit and to top it all he had cigarettes on him. Keep the cigarettes quiet though, I promised not to tell providing he accepted my punishments."

"I won't speak a word of it. What you got in store for him?"

"Well I plan to keep that a secret. Perhaps nothing, perhaps a lot more. It'll keep him guessing. When he finished here, he's already promised to be my personal slave for the rest of the camp."

"I hope you'll share him?"

"Perhaps," I answered given him a sly wink. "Anyhow is my next visitor out there?"

"Oh sorry, yes he is. I asked him to wait a moment. I'll go and get him." He popped his head out and brought the lad in with him. "Here he is."

"Okay, now who have we got here," I said looking at my list. Standing in front of me was a black boy. "It's Carl and your 14, yes?"

"That's right sir."

I couldn't help but notice that the boy couldn't keep his eyes off Tony. "What's so interesting over there?" I asked.

Peter jumped in and said, "I do believe that Tony is his partner!"

"Is that right, Carl?"

"Yes sir."

"Aha, I didn't expect you so soon. Come here next to me a minute." Carl stepped up closer. As I expected, he smelt of stale tobacco. I scanned his pockets with my eyes but couldn't see any telltale signs of any cigarettes. "Do you smoke?" I asked him.

"No sir," he replied a little nervously.

"Why do you smell of stale tobacco then?"

"Don't know sir," he said looking even more fidgety.

"Tony smokes but you don't is that what your telling me?"

"Yes sir," he said but it was obvious he was lying. "I guess I smell of tobacco because he sometimes smokes by me." He was very convincing.

"Okay, fair enough." I thought I'd leave it for the moment. "Strip down to your underwear and hand me your clothes!"

Carl lifted his T-shirt over his head revealing the dark skin of his body. He was quite muscular. He pulled his trousers off and handed me the clothes. He was wearing a very skimpy pair of underpants and I could see the ridge of his pubic hair. I searched his trouser pockets and found nothing other than a handkerchief. I was disappointed not to have found any evidence and I was about to put the clothes on the table when I noticed that the T-shirt had a little breast pocket. I put my hand in the pocket and pulled out two cigarettes and half a dozen matches.

"Who do these belong to then?" I said to him holding up the evidence.

"Don't know," he replied knowing he'd been caught out. "I guess there mine."

"I was going to go a little easier on you considering you were prompt but instead I find that not only do you smoke but you lie as well! You're also a senior to make matters worse. I will offer you the same options as I offered Tony. Either I can report this to the wardens and let them arrange your punishment or you can agree to let me set the punishment. I must warn you that apart from what might happen here, you will also be expected to be my personal slave for the rest of the camp. So it up to you. Which is it to be?"

He looked at Tony and thought about it for a moment. He wasn't sure which way to jump. He knew how hard the wardens would be but then again he could see what Tony was going through. He finally made up his mind. "I'll take your punishment sir."

"Okay then. Peter can you cuff his arms behind his head like I've done to Tony over there?"

"Sure thing Dave," Peter answered enthusiastically. He had a quick look at Tony and then cuffed Carl's arms.

"I haven't got anything to push in his mouth, Peter. I tell you what pull off his underpants and stuff them in. Here's the tape to put over his mouth when you've done it."

Peter pulled the underpants down sharply and stuffed them all the way into Carl's mouth and secured the piece of tape.

"Bring him back over to me, Peter." I was fascinated with the boy's black cock. I'd never had the opportunity before to have a close look. I peeled back the foreskin and was surprised to see that the tip was pink.

"Peter, I've never sucked a black cock before so I'm going to try it. Pull the clip off Tony's and suck his while your waiting."

Peter went and started work on Tony. I pulled Carl closer to me by his cock. I took his rigid tool into my mouth. It sure tasted the same, so I began to tease it. I bit it a couple of times and Carl jumped. Then I began to suck on it seriously. My right hand went around his body and my index finger found the opening to his arse. The finger slipped in with ease. Then two followed by three and finally all four. He had a large opening! I wondered if all black people had large openings! He began to squirm a little. I squeezed his balls with my left hand. He squirmed some more. I felt his knees begin to tremble and his breathing increase and I prepared for him to shoot his load. Did he shoot it! It was thick and creamy and lots of it. It tasted a lot saltier than most at his age.

Peter too had finished milking Tony and had replaced the clip on the end of his cock. I washed my hand after penetrating Carl's anus with it. I got Peter to wrap a towel around Carl's eyes while I proceeded to put crocodile clips on his nipples. We moved Carl alongside me so that he was sideways on to me bit easily in my reach. I made him spread his feet a couple of feet apart.

"Bend over and touch your toes!" I demanded. "Peter would you tape his wrists to his ankles for me?"

Peter did what I'd asked. His arse was exposed but it didn't expose his anal entrance like I wanted. I experimented with some tape by starting a piece of tape close to anus and then pulling hard and taping it around his thighs. I couldn't reach the other side of him so Peter did it for me. It had the desired effect. His pink entrance was open for all to see. His balls were hanging neatly below. I handed a series of clips to Peter and he applied them one by one to Carl's balls. Finally clipping a bulldog clip to the end of his penis and he was done.

Next on the list was 14-year-old Terry. I rang the bell and in he walked. He looked around and looked at the two boys.

"Come here Terry and stand facing this black arse." I said to him. Terry was quite tall and lanky. "Peter would you do the honours and pull his trousers and pants down?" Peter stood behind Terry and put his arms around his waist. He located the button on Terry's trousers and undid it. He pulled the lads trousers down and made him step out of them. His cock was standing proud.

"You're about to enter a black hole," I said laughing. "Grab your rod and slide it in!"

Terry used his hand to control his cock and slid it into Carl's waiting anus. I watched up close and heard the squelch as it entered. I also heard a muffled cry coming from Carl.

"Start fucking while Peter removes your shirt!"

Terry started pumping the arse he was attached to. Peter put his arms around Terry again and unbuttoned his shirt and pulling it back until Terry had to hold his arms back and the shirt was off. "Now really pump him!" I told him.

Peter went around and held Carl's back so that he wouldn't topple over. Terry was really pumping him hard and I could see his balls were bashing the clips on Carl's balls.

"Harder!" I cried.

Terry was banging the full length of his cock in and out of Carl. Peter was struggling to hold back the force of each pump and keeping Carl on his feet. It looked like Terry was a stayer and sweat began to run down his body. In and out his cock went! Carl's cock was banging against his own stomach with the force of each pump and with the weight of the clip secured to it. Terry's body was now running with sweat and I watched as stream after stream of it was running down his back and down his chest and onto his stomach. I saw him looking up to the ceiling of the tent and I knew he couldn't hold back any more. I could hear the pressure build up in Carl's arse as Terry squirted several waves of hot juicy cum inside him. The final plop could be heard as he withdrew his cock. I handed Terry the flannel from the bowl of water.

"You've done well. Now wash yourself down." I watched him as he wiped his head and neck. Then he washed his chest and stomach and Peter helped him to wipe down his back. "I suggest you go and have a nice cool swim in the river," I said to him. He picked up his clothes and left without putting them on.

My next visit wasn't until early afternoon and it was time for a lunch break. I turned to Peter and said, "I guess we can't leave these two like this."

"It won't hurt them," Peter said.

"No I think we ought to make them a little more comfortable. Before we do though, young Tony hasn't had any action and I think he needs some juices in him. Will you go and pull the clips off him and then bring him over?"

Peter sadistically pulled the clips off instead of unclipping them. He then dragged him over to me by his cock.

"Okay you can take the gag and blindfold off and also release his arms."

Within a few moments the lad was free once more. I pulled the blanket that was covering my lap and Tony looked down at my exposed cock.

"That's' your lunch," I said to him. His eyes widened and he knelt down between my legs. "Before you get started I want you kneel on all fours because my friend here is going to fuck your arse at the same time. When you're ready Peter."

Peter pulled down his shorts and kneeled behind Tony and as ever Peter was erect and ready for action. Tony began to suck me off when Peter penetrated him. As usual both Peter and I came at the same time and Tony was injected with hot cum from both ends.

"Now Tony I see your master is looking as though he could do with some lunch."

I asked Peter to turn Carl so that he was laying on his back but still keeping his hand and ankles secured together. I then got him to remove the blindfold and gag and told Tony, "I want you to fuck your master's mouth."

The boy laid across Carl's face, popped his cock into his mouth and started pumping. After the action he'd just had it didn't take him long to come.

Peter released Carl from his bonds and the boy stood up but looked a little weary. He then got them to sit on the floor with their backs to each other and wrapped tape around them to lock them together. He'd purposely wrapped the tape around their chests so that the tape ran over their nipples. He then pushed the two pairs of underpants back into their mouths and wrapped a rope around their heads to hold the gags in place and lock their heads together. "I think that'll do it," he said to me. "I think it's time we had some lunch. What do you fancy?"

"More than anything I fancy getting out of this tent for a while!" I said to him. "I think I can probably walk if you'll support me."

"Let's give it a go," he answered. He put his head under my arm and lifted me up. "Now put your whole weight on me and move your good leg forward." I did as he suggested. I was nervous that I might hurt him even though he's quite a strong lad. "Now carefully move your bad leg forward but don't put any weight on it." I did and it worked and I was walking. He led me out into the open and while a balanced for a moment he got me a chair to sit on.

"Walking now are we?" said Eric, one of the wardens I'd seen earlier. "I got something for you. I'll go and get it." He disappeared out of sight only to return a few moments later with Stephen. "Try these for size. Steve and I have spent all morning making them." He offered me two handmade crutches. They were neatly carved and had padded rests for going underneath my arms.

"I don't know what to say but thanks. It's very thoughtful of you both." I used one of the crutches to lift myself off the chair and then secured a crutch under each arm and took my first few steps unaided! I thanked the boys again and walked over to Jeff's tent.

"You take it easy on that leg," said Jeff.

"I will," I answered. "It's just so nice to get about."

"I know. Something I meant to ask you," he said changing the subject. "Why are you punishing two of the boys?"

"I'd rather not say. They promised to accept my punishment and it would be unfair to them if I told you."

"I accept that and I wouldn't intercept but I'd still like to know."

"Okay but the boys in question are sorry for they done. I found cigarettes on them."

"Shit! I had a feeling it would be something like that. I'll keep my promise and won't interfere with those two but I think we need to organise a search. We won't say what we're looking for, we'll just pretend we're holding a routine camp search. Sex is healthy but cigarettes are bad, especially for youngsters. Okay thanks Dave"

Jeff called over the wardens and he told them what they were about to do. Eric went off and sounded the siren. It was one of those aerosol types and it was a signal that everybody was to return to the camp post haste. Within about ten minutes everybody was back in the camp and assembled in front of us. Jef started addressing them.

"I've called you all back in because I've decided to do a full camp search for any banned merchandise. I had been intending to do this earlier in the week but until now I haven't got around to it. Now listen carefully. I want you all to strip completely and place you're clothing neatly on the ground and then I want you to lay face down on the ground along side them. Now form yourselves into two lines, strip off and lay down in rows."

Those who had clothes on were stripping off and within a couple of minutes there was two rows of naked kids. A sea of bottoms! Jeff told four of the wardens to go off and start searching the tents. They were to note anything they found that was not permitted on the camp. Jeff put my chair just behind the first row and I sat on it. He took another chair and put in behind the second row. "Okay people," he said. "The row nearest me is row two and the other is row one.

Starting with the first person on the end of each row that's nearest the mess tent, each of you will get up in turn and take your clothes to Dave or myself dependent on which row your in. You are still required to be inspected regardless of whether you have any clothes or not!"

Jeff had already arranged for a warden to watch closely as each kid got up and to make sure that he or she didn't drop or leave anything behind. As kids came up to me I had to search his or her clothes thoroughly and then give them a body search. I found one girl with a lipstick in her pocket. This was a banned substance. I later found a junior with a box of matches and yet again this was against the rules as only seniors were permitted matches. The rest were clean accepting for some of the boy's underwear that was damp and dirty but that wasn't an offence! I had my two offenders lay face down by the mess tent away from the others. Two boys from Jeff's line had also been sent over although I wasn't sure why.

Jeff kept the whole group on the floor until the wardens had finished searching the tents. When they'd finally finished they came back empty handed apart from a few packets of cigarettes from Tony and Carl's tent. Jeff quietly took them off the wardens and told them that they weren't to worry about them. The kids were dismissed except the four offenders. They were taken down to the latrine area and staked out face down on the ground. "You'll remain here until supper time and you will be used as toilets. The rest of your punishments I'll have to think about." He told them. He and a few of the wardens pulled out their cocks and pissed over them, making sure that they all had a nice covering. They remained there on their own for the afternoon. They only ever saw somebody when they wanted a piss except mid afternoon when a couple of wardens turned them over so that they were laying face up.

Peter stayed with me through the afternoon and helped me with my visitors. They were all put through similar routines as we had done in the morning. The only highlight was when 11-year-old Keith visited. All week I had somehow neglected to notice him or had anything to do with him. The first time I had noticed him was when I searched him earlier. He was one of those lads that made your heart pound. Blond hair, cute face, blue eyes and luscious lips. His skin was bronzed and smooth with a very fine smattering of blond hair.

When Keith came to visit me, I distinctly heard Peter sigh and swallow deeply. I knew he felt the same way as I did about the boy. I let the boy go without undressing him or anything on the understanding that he'd spend the night with Peter and me. He accepted without hesitation. I was really looking forward to it!

Jeff announced that tomorrow was naked day. No one was to wear clothes at all until further notice. This was to include Jeff, the wardens and myself. Also tonight my Peter would not be subjected to the sensual deprivation and instead Mandy would be subjected to it. Mandy was the girl who was being punished after the search at lunchtime. Further he announced that the three boys would act as valets with Mandy and that they must do whatever they are required to do. Jeff suggested that they may be used as a cleaning service and be requested to clean cocks and cunts as required. They could also be used as an undressing service or anything else that may be required. Just after supper and before the four of them were carted off to be prepared, they were subjected to give everybody a floorshow. One of the tables was cleared and Mandy was forced to lay down on it. Each of the three boys then had to publicly fuck her amidst the cheers of the eager audience.

Later that evening Peter and I said our goodnights to Bob and Simon who were going to spend the night together. I was now walking about fairly easily with the crutches. We entered our tent to find little Keith in bed. I'd been wondering where he was. I could see only his head as he had a blanket wrapped around him. I could see his clothes were neatly folded at the back of the tent and that he was naked under the blanket. I could feel my pants beginning to swell. An obvious lump appeared in Peter's as well. Keith turned over onto his back putting his hands behind his head. The blanket slipped a little revealing the upper part of his chest.

"It's nice and warm in here," he said as he looked at me with his big blue eyes.

His red lips were beckoning me to kiss them.

Peter and I stripped off while Keith watched us. We slipped under the blanket, one either side of him. Although Keith seemed to like Peter, he seemed to want me more. He turned his head to face me and licked his lips. That was enough to send me wild. I pushed my face against his with our mouths wide open. I explored the interior of his mouth with my tongue. I licked around his chin and neck and nibbled his ear. Peter moved in and replaced his mouth for mine. The boy's face was running with saliva. I felt his little hand grab my cock and he started to stroke it. I saw Peter jump and I guess he'd grabbed his cock with his other hand. While Peter was licking his face I moved down and kissed his shoulders and then across to his chest. His chest was soaked in my saliva as I moved down to his stomach and later down to his hairless cock. At this stage I only licked his cock and balls and then carried on down his legs stopping only when I got to his feet. I wasn't going to touch his feet because of my promise to Peter. I really wanted to taste every bit of this body and Keith knew it because he turned himself over. I began again with the back of his legs and worked up. I gave his bum a good licking and I darted my tongue a couple of times into his little pink rim. I worked my way up his back to his neck. I then went back down and started at one of his hands and worked my way up his arm. Then his other arm. I put my leg over his body and straddled him while I licked his shoulders, neck and ears.

Keith sensed that I'd covered all of him in my saliva and he turned once more onto his back. His face was inches away from my cock. He wrapped his arms around the back of my thighs and pulled me towards him. Raising his head he stuck his tongue on my cock and tasted the little droplets of pre-cum. He pulled harder on my thighs and pulled my cock closer to his mouth and slipped it in. I put my hands down on the bed above his head in order to steady myself and he sucked hard on my penis. Although I couldn't see, Keith had his legs spread behind me and Peter was fingering him. I felt my balls beginning to well up and I knew I was about to come. The first shot went straight down his throat, the second hit the roof of his mouth. Keith pulled himself off my cock and the rest of my load shot all over his face. I climbed off him and licked the cum off his face. Peter climbed on and the boy repeated the process while I sucked off his little penis and tasted his sweet nectar.

Keith then climbed on me and licked me all over the body just like I'd done to him. I was drenched in his saliva and it felt wonderful. He then did the same to Peter before we cuddled into each other with our hands on each other's cock and drifted off to sleep.

Saturday

Today was the last full day of the camp. Tomorrow we would make the long trek back to civilisation. Today there was to be no bondage, spanking, whipping or any other physical contact that may leave marks on anybody's body. Today was for any body marks to start healing so that everybody was ready for going back to civilisation. Sex was permitted in all forms providing that it wasn't forced.

Nobody was permitted to wear clothes under any circumstances.

Peter made breakfast while Keith and I explored each other once more. Over breakfast we chatted about what we might do today. Peter was keen to go on the planned walk that most of the group had talked about last night. He knew I couldn't go because of my leg so he was prepared to stay back and keep me company.

"You go Peter," I said to him. "I can't expect you to give up everything all the time."

"No it's okay," he replied.

"I insist. I'll find something to occupy me."

"But I'll be gone most of the day. They're taking packed lunches with them."

"I'll stay with you Dave," said Keith. "I'm not that fussy on long walks."

"Are you sure," said Peter.

"Positive," said Keith.

"Well there you are then. That's that settled. I said to Peter.

Peter started packing his lunch while Keith went off and did the washing up after breakfast. I decided to go for a wash and cleanup. I hadn't even shaved for a couple of days. While I was out I noticed the group assembling together for their walk. A mass of naked bodies. Some had small rucksacks and others had shoulder bags in order to carry their lunches. None of them were permitted to carry clothes except a few of the older boys who were permitted to take jockstraps for support should they need it. Simon was also permitted one for his oversized appendage. Peter came up to me as I was making my way back from washing. He gave me a kiss and said that he'd see me later. "I hope you have a fun day with Keith," he said to me with a smirk on his face.

"I'll try," I said.

When I got back to the tent, Keith was tidying up. The tent doors were tied back and I sat on the grass just outside and watched as he went about his work. He's such a tidy and methodical boy. Everything was being neatly folded and put away in neat piles. I noticed how neat he was with himself. His hair is neatly combed and parted with a slightly off centre parting. His fingernails and toenails are neatly trimmed with no signs of being picked or bitten and not a speck of dirt under them. His teeth were bright white and he cleaned them twice daily. He oiled himself with suntan lotion at every moment he was exposed to the sun.

Hence his wonderful golden colour. He had little noticeable bikini line so he was obviously used to nude bathing. He noticed me watching him so closely. "Do you like me?" he asked.

"Of course I do." I replied, slightly embarrassed that I been caught studying him.

"No I mean REALLY like me. Not just as a sex object but as a person."

"Of course I do," I repeated, wondering where this line of questioning was going to lead us.

"I like you as well."

"I'm glad of that."

"I wish you were my dad!" he said and tears formed in his eyes.

"I'm sure your dad is wonderful man," I said knowing that he obviously wasn't.

"You don't then. I don't have a dad or mum for that matter. My parents were killed when I was seven and I've lived in home ever since."

"Oh I am sorry, Keith. I honestly didn't know." I grabbed out for him and took him in my arms. I wanted to squeeze him and not let him go. The tears turned into little trickles.

"Nobody will adopt me because I look to small for my age. Lots say the like me but when they find out my age they seem to lose interest."

"They don't know what they're missing."

"Do you think so?"

"Of course. I'd be honoured at the chance of being your adopted father." I said to try and comfort him.

"Will you then?" he said and I was cornered.

"I don't think they'd let me because I'm single."

"No. A friend of mine was adopted only a couple of weeks ago by a single man. Apparently providing you own your own home and have a steady job, then they will accept you."

"I don't think you're right but I'll look into it when I get home." The thought of adopting this boy was really exciting but I didn't want him to see in case it wasn't possible.

"You will!" he said as his face lit up with a smile. "I promise to be ever so good and you'd hardly notice me unless you wanted me."

"What you mean, unless I wanted you?"

"You know what I mean. Unless you wanted me for sex."

"For a starter, it's unlikely that it's even possible that I could adopt you and secondly I wouldn't be adopting you for sex. You'd be my son."

"You mean you wouldn't want me any more?"

"Well uh!" I was lost for words. "Let's put it this way, you wouldn't have to buy my love with sex."

"Does that mean you love me?"

"Kind of. Okay then yes I guess I do."

His face was full of happiness at what I'd said. "I love you too. What if I wanted you to have sex with me? Ever since I've been in the home I have been forced to have sex. I like sex but I'd love to have sex because I wanted to, with someone I loved and cared about. I knew last night that you were the person that I'd like as my dad and the person I would give my body and mind to."

"Well I'm honoured and I hope you're right about the adoption panel. If it's possible then I'd be happy to adopt you."

He closed down the tent doors so that we were in private. "You've made me very happy. Before you agree to adopt me, don't you feel you ought to examine the goods?" he said as he sat across me.

Boy did I want to examine him. The thought of him living with me permanently was very exciting. I would be there as he grew up into a man. "If I do manage to adopt you then I want to get one thing clear before we go any further. I'll be happy to enjoy you and your body for as long as you want me to. However, I would want you to promise me that at any stage that you feel you no longer want to, that you would tell me. As you grow older you may decide that you don't want to have sex with me and I want to know straight away. Never fear that I would turn you out because of sex!"

"I promise."

Now that I'd cleared that up I was ready to taste the boy's body once again. I rolled him over on his back and started to lick his neck, moving his blonde hair out of the way. I ran along his shoulders and across his back. Wow! Did he taste good. I got to his little butt and licked it all over. I licked all the way down the back of his legs before turning him over. I knew I promised Peter that I wouldn't but I just couldn't help it. I took his foot into my mouth. My tongue worked its way between each of his toes. I did the same on his other foot. I then worked myself up passed his cute kneecaps and up to his little manhood. I sucked on his little sack for a while and then took his penis in my mouth. With his fingers he was rubbing my shoulders. His cock was small but beautiful. It excited me that I may see this organ mature and grow into man size cock. It wasn't long before I felt his sweet nectar filling my mouth. I held on to it and moved quickly up to his lips and kissed him. I transferred some of his love juice into his mouth. I moved on to licking his face and then back down towards his chest and stomach. Once again he was soaked in my saliva and he loved it.

"If you do come to live with me," I said to him. "I'd like to do that every week and enjoy the taste as you grow into a man."

"I'd love you to do it too!" He said as he got up and kneeled with his little but up in the air. "I'd like to feel my dad's cock in me now!"

What could I say? He even spread his cheeks with his hands so I could see his little pink ring. I greased him up a little as I didn't want to hurt him. In I went and though it was tight it wasn't as tight as first thing this morning. As I drove home, and he took the lot, he clenched his anal muscles and I lost control and released my load inside him. It would be great if could be my son.

We laid in each other's arms for quite a while and chatted about his life at the home. The house parents at the home at lost control of the twenty or so staying there at any one time. The boys could do virtually anything they liked. Keith, because of his smallness for his age, is constantly picked on. He's rarely allowed to have any clothes on and often spends many hours at a time tied up in his room or out in the garden. The house parents reckoned it was only healthy horseplay. The boys never did anything else in front of the house parents but when Keith was alone with any of them he was forced to be their sex slave. They would fuck his face or anus whenever it took their fancy and generally humiliate him at other times. They would laugh and joke about his little penis and hairless body. They'd take him out with them after school and humiliate him in front of their friends. They'd strip him and make him do things for a laugh.

Several times he'd been punished, by the house parents, for coming in late. The boys had stripped him while he was out and walked off with his clothes. He'd then have to wait until it was dark before he could make his way back to the home. I really felt for him and the rough treatment he's faced over the last few years.

"Would you like to be my spunk brother?" he said to me.

"What's a spunk brother?" I answered. I hadn't heard the word spunk for a long time. I guess he meant the slang term that is more commonly called cum nowadays.

"It's a routine that proves your love and devotion."

"I'll give it a go."

"Okay both of us should lay on our backs and jerk off making sure that our spunk lands on our stomachs and chests." Keith laid down so I joined him. We both played with our organs until we'd both squirted our cum over us. "Now we must rub our spunk together." He said as he climbed on top of me and rubbed his body against mine. The cum was oozing between us as he rolled his body about. When he lifted himself off me his chest and stomach was covered in a thin layer of cum and so was mine. "Now we must lick each other clean!" he said as he started licking my chest. He worked all away around my chest and down to my stomach. To finish off he licked the remainder of the cum off my cock. I then started on him and licked his chest. The mixture of our cum was like sweet and sour. I could taste the strong musty saltiness of my cum and the sweetness of Keith's. I too cleaned up his cock of any remaining cum. "Now we're spunk brothers," he said as I lapped up the last drop.

"Hello spunk brother," I said smiling. My face grimaced shortly afterwards as a pain shot up my leg.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

"Yeah, I'm okay. Just a couple of shooting pains in my leg."

"Guess I'm making you too active. I tell you what, let me make you comfortable and you rest while I make the lunch." He placed some rolled up blankets behind me and made me comfortable. He kissed me on the lips and said, "What do you fancy for lunch? By the way I'm a good cook and I love doing it. So if you do adopt me you'll have a full-time in-house cook."

"I could do with a good cook as I can burn water. Why don't you surprise me!"

I watched him as he set about cooking a surprise for me. He tied back the tent doors so I could see out and watch him. I started thinking about the adoption idea. Although I like women I have never imagined myself marrying one and settling down and having a family. I like to play the field too much for that.

Perhaps when I'm old and beginning to wrinkle I might change my mind but by then it would be too late to have children. However, I have often dreamed of what a child of mine would be like. Young Keith was everything I could wish for in a son. He's bright and intelligent. He's courteous and kind. He's helpful and tidy. He's beautiful. I thought how I would be able to help him with his schoolwork and comfort him when he was sick. It was lovely to dream but alas it probably would always be a dream. I felt good inside with my thoughts and slowly drifted off to sleep.

"Wake up," he called. "Lunch is ready."

There in front of me was a big bowl of spaghetti with a mince beef sauce. He handed me a fork and we got stuck in. We shared the same bowl. Several times we ended up sucking on the same strand of spaghetti and our lips would meet as we fought over it. The food was cooked to perfection and tasted better than any other I'd tasted before. It wasn't long before the bowl was empty. I looked at him and he was covered in sauce and I grabbed him and cleaned him up with my tongue.

"Rice pudding for afters?" he said.

"Fine."

"Do you like it cold?"

"Don't mind."

He disappeared and the returned with an open tin of rice pudding. He laid alongside me and proceeded to pour half a tin of rice pudding down his body.

"Let's save on the washing up," he said. I wasn't going to argue with that. He made a wonderful dish and rice pudding had never tasted so good. He poured the rest of the tin over me and started eating! He later took the dishes over and washed them. He returned with a bowl of warm water and gave me a thorough wash and then gave himself a wash. He then tidied up and finally settled down alongside me and rested his head against my chest and we chatted and snoozed the afternoon away.

Peter and the rest of the group arrived back just before supper time and the cooking started for our last supper at camp. Peter had a little snooze while supper was being prepared. He looked shattered. He awoke and joined us as supper was called and we went to the mess tent. There was a general party atmosphere in the mess tent and for once everybody was equal. We sang songs and played games like charades. There was little evidence of any shyness anymore due to being naked within the rest of the group. In fact many were pushing themselves forward to get in front of the group and show themselves off, even Simon! We had a beauty contest for the best male butt. The contestants had to line up in front of the group and show off their butts. Votes were taken on the butt's roundness, its firmness, it's tan and finally its sex appeal. My Peter won the overall accolade of the best butt on camp.

I got up and thanked Jeff for all his organisation and we all gave him three cheers. He then responded by outlining what was happening tomorrow. He'd brought a mobile phone for emergencies and switched it on every night for one hour to conserve the battery. Colin knew the time and so could get in touch with us if he needed. He hadn't but Jeff had phoned him instead and told him about my broken leg and that we'd need another driver. They would pick us up at the meeting point at twelve noon. That meant that we needed to be up at six in order to break camp and make the long walk back to the meeting point. Jeff suggested that we have a bit of fun for another hour and then turn in and have an early night.

After a bit more fun, Peter, Keith and I decided to turn in. It was going to be a hard morning for me because of my leg and having to walk on it for several miles. Jeff had suggested that we pack up what we could tonight and that we leave our tent for the others to take down and carry. That way, Peter, Keith and myself could leave a couple of hours or so ahead of the main group. This would give me time to take it more slowly and have frequent rests. I was also to pack any of my essentials needed for the trip in either Peter's or Keith's rucksacks as Jeff had arranged for my rucksack to be carried by someone else.

Keith as usual was very methodical working out what we needed to pack in where and had everything under control. He worked out what we needed for the morning and packed everything else. He made us all a hot drink and then climbed into bed. Peter and I joined him, one either side of him. We kissed and groped for a while but Keith said he was feeling too tired for anything else. We accepted that and limited ourselves to mouth and body contact. We chatted for a while and I began to tell Peter about my intention of applying to adopt Keith. I wasn't sure how Peter was going to take it. He took it very well and was excited with the idea. We talked about what it would be like if we could all be living together like a family. Keith has dropped of to sleep in my arms but Peter and I carried on talking for quite a while before we too dropped off.

Sunday

"Are you all right?" I asked Keith.

"I'm okay. Just feel a little tired this morning. I'll be all right." He replied.

He looked a little off colour but I assumed it was something to do with the end of our holiday and that he was about to return to the home. Peter and I had a bite to eat but Keith wasn't hungry. Peter then packed away the cooking equipment. We grabbed our washing gear and went to the mess tent and washed.

Keith as usual was meticulous in cleaning himself. When we got back to the tent we packed away the remaining equipment and after checking the tent was empty, we headed for Jeff's tent.

"Good morning Jeff," I said to him as he was packing away his belongings. "We're ready to set off."

"Okay then Dave," he answered. "Now take your time walking and stop and rest as much as you can. You got nearly four hours, so you've got plenty of time."

"Right you are," I said.

We handed him my rucksack for him to sort out, said our goodbyes and set off. We had decided that we were going to make the walk naked like the rest of the group. It was our last chance to enjoy the freedom from our clothes. It was already quite warm and sunny. We would get dressed when we reached the final woodland. Simon had lent me a pair of his shorts as they were wide enough in the leg to fit over my plaster cast. I had already prepared a pair of trousers by ripping the leg up the side.

The walk was very tiring. After the first couple of miles, the pain in my leg got worse and I took the painkilling tablets that Jeff had given me. Every couple of hundred yards or so I would have to stop and rest. Keith was still very quiet and looking even more off colour. He never complained but I could see that he wasn't well. After a couple of more miles he was looking even worse. He was perspiring a lot. When we stopped for another rest, I put my hand on his forehead. He was red hot.

"You're coming down with something," I said to him.

"I don't feel very good."

"I can see that. I'll carry your rucksack for a while and give you a breather." I said to him half expecting an argument.

"Okay," he said much to my surprise.

I was getting a little concerned about him as I new he was running a high fever.

Peter helped me on with Keith's rucksack and we set off once again. I made sure that Keith walked in front so I could keep an eye on him. His footsteps were very lethargic even without the weight of his rucksack. I could clearly see the perspiration running down his back. It was warm but not that warm. His skin was turning red with the heat of his body. I gestured to Peter and he nodded back confirming that he too had noticed. We stopped again and rested. I made sure that Keith drank plenty of water. I saw him shiver and got Peter to sort out his clothes from his rucksack and help Keith to dress. I knew that when someone's body temperature was that high, you have to keep them warm even if they don't want to be. Peter had to virtually dress Keith on his own because Keith showed no interest in helping. I felt his forehead once more and it was incredibly hot.

"This is more than flu," I thought to myself.

We got up to start off once more but Keith didn't move. His eyes were open but he didn't seem to be with us. I didn't need to say anything to Peter. He pulled one of the blankets out of the rucksack and wrapped Keith in it. He picked him up and cradled him in his arms. We knew we had to get him medical help and quick!

Epilogue

"Are you Keith's father?" the doctor asked.

"No. He's an orphan but I guess you could call me the nearest to being his father." I answered eager to find out how he was.

"We're almost certain that he has meningitis. He has all the classic symptoms and we're treating him accordingly. The blood tests will confirm our diagnosis. We have the fever under control and we've put him on a ventilator to help him breath."

"Will he be okay?"

"Too early to tell. Hopefully your prompt action getting him here will give him a fighting chance. He's very ill indeed but we live in hope. We're doing everything that is humanly possible."

"May I see him?"

"Certainly."

The day turned into night and there was no change in his condition. Jeff had visited in the afternoon after driving the kids back home. He said he'd sought out letting the home know about Keith. Jeff also took Peter home, as I was concerned that his parents would want him home. The following morning the doctor told me that his condition was improving slightly and they took him off the ventilator and he managed to breathe on his own. As the second day wore on, Keith's condition continued to improve although he remained unconscious. We were visited by a social worker that was in charge of Keith's welfare. She was helpful and kind. I told her about the crazy idea that Keith had about me adopting him. To my surprise, she confirmed that single men can adopt but the process was quite long and complicated. She said that she would look into it.

That evening, Keith opened his eyes. He was too weak to speak but he looked at me and gave me the best effort at a smile. I knew he was going to be all right.

He woke several times during the night and although he didn't speak, he'd watch me and smile at me. I would often get up and mop his brow of perspiration. The rest of the time I'd sit alongside him holding his hand. By early morning he was able to speak a little although it tired him very quickly.

Mid morning of the third day, the social worker returned. She asked how Keith was and I told her he was improving every hour.

"Good," she said. "I've got some news for you. I've done some talking in the right ears. I've talked to Keith's house parents, I've talked to my managers and I put in an application to the court. I've just come from that court now and the judge has granted you temporary custody of Keith."

"You mean he can come and live with me?"

"He sure can. Only for three months but that should be more than enough time to get a formal application processed. I'll get the ball rolling straight away and don't worry, unless you have a dark secret hidden away in the past, then it's extremely unlikely that you won't get full custody after being granted a temporary one. The only condition is that I want to hear Keith tell me that he wants to live you. I've seen your love for him but I have to be sure about his feelings towards you."

"There's no problem there. Let's ask him now."

I led her down to Keith's room. Keith was now sitting up in bed and was looking more like the Keith I knew.

"Keith," I said, "this is Karen. She's a social worker and she'd like to ask you a question." Keith turned his head to look at Karen and waited for her to speak.

"If you could, would you like to be adopted by Dave here?" she said to him.

"That would make me the happiest boy in the world," he replied.

"Well in that case, you can go and live with him temporarily and if you're still keen to stay then we'll see if we can make it permanent. Is that okay with you?"

A tear ran down each of his cheeks. He couldn't speak and instead he nodded his head. His dreams were coming true and so were mine. My own eyes were beginning to fill up. Karen looked at the two of us and knew she was right and had no concerns. She put her hand on my shoulder for a second. She handed me some papers and whispered in my ear, "When he's well enough you can take him home." I thanked her and she left.

"Dad," said Keith. That was enough to trip me over. Just one word had caused me to crumble and cry. Regardless of all the tubes and wires, I picked him up in my arms and hugged him.

The following day he was transferred to our local hospital. I was then able to go home for a few hours at a time and prepare my home for my new son. The house parents of the home arranged to meet me and gave me Keith's possessions. I did up one of the spare bedrooms. I put his clothes away in the cupboard and put his few personal items around his room. I went out and bought him his own television for his room.

A week later he was released from hospital. As he was a bright boy and as there was only a couple of months to go before the summer holidays, the doctors advised me to keep him home until school restarted in the autumn. When I got him home, I took him straight up to his bedroom. He liked his room and was delighted with having his own TV. I helped him get in his pyjamas and get him into his bed. I laid alongside him and we watched the television. It wasn't long before he went off to sleep. He looked so content sleeping in my arms. He woke for a while and eat his tea. He was soon back to sleep and he slept right through the evening. He showed no signs of waking, so at just past ten o'clock I decided to turn in myself. I made his bed comfortable and tucked him up, turned off the TV and the light and left him to sleep.

I changed out of my clothes and climbed into bed. As usual I slept naked. I laid there for while thinking how nice it was to have my son home. I felt warm and content. I wasn't far from nodding off when I felt the bedclothes move and Keith got in with me. As he cuddled into my back I could feel that he no longer had his pyjamas on.

After much form filling and inspections I was granted a full adoption a couple of months later. I had some money put away so I took a sabbatical from my job until the autumn. I spent every moment I could with my son. We rarely wore clothes around the house or garden. As soon as he was strong enough, he took over the cooking and cleaning. He would always go to his own bed and watch TV at night but as soon as I went to bed, he would climb in with me. Peter would join us every weekend and the three of us would sleep in the same bed.

Within twelve months, he had turned into a man. I recall the day he ran into me when he first noticed a few black hairs appear around his penis. His shoulders broadened and his chest filled out. His nipples grew from little spots to larger man sized ones. His cock grew and grew and was now standing at six or seven inches [15-18 cm] when erect. His pubic hair had bushed and turned black. The rest of his body remained blond.

At sixteen he'd grown as tall as me. He passed all his exams with flying colours and went on to college. I never had to force him to work at his education, as he loved doing it. He still slept with me every night and he was quite a hunk.

Every week I would still lick the full length of his body. His blond hair never darkened.

The End