U. N. Known Writer

Alfie and the Thinking Stick

Chapter One

Alfie Cooper sat at his desk scribbling away on the small worksheet in front of him, just like a good little school boy should, only he was having trouble concentrating. This had nothing to do with him not being at home, or it being the start of the long summer school holidays. It did, however, have a lot to do with what he'd done his bottom, since his arrival at the remote cottage making it rather difficult to sit still, especially on a hard wooded chair.

Most thirteen year olds would have hated the idea of spending a good chunk of their summer holiday, stuck in the middle of nowhere, with an Aunt and Uncle that were old enough to be his grandparents but not Alfie. He actually liked his Aunt Mary and Uncle Mike as weird as they sometimes were. He especially loved that they were also very busy so didn't have that much time to pay him that much attention especially as he got full run of the small self contained cabin at the bottom of their garden giving him some much looked forward to, and much needed privacy.

After spending most of the year living in a small house that was full to bursting with little kids, Alfie couldn't believe his luck as he was shown around the little wooden structure that he was going to call home and which he was soon to realise was totally isolated, surrounded as it was by open fields, with woods beyond.

"Your mum was worried you'd get bored out here on your own, but I'm sure a boy like you has things with which he can entertain himself," his Uncle had said somewhat cryptically as he'd dropped off the one small yet surprisingly heavy suitcase Alfie had bought with him.

"You get freshened up from your trip and settle yourself right in." added his Aunt standing behind her husband, before they'd left him alone returning to the main house, several hundred yards away.

Taking up the advice Alfie had moved to the small but fully fitted out bathroom, where he'd wasted no time in removing the jeans, trainers and sweatshirt he'd worn for the long train ride from the city, and the car journey out into the countryside.

A full length mirror was on the back of the door, allowing Alfie a great view of his totally nude body as he skinned down the boxer shorts that had been peeking above his jeans and the briefs he wore beneath them all.

Just starting his teenage years Alfie was in better shape than a lot of his peers. His body had yet to start growing in random fashion meaning that his arms, legs, ears and nose were all in perfect proportion to each other, even though he had been getting steadily taller in the last few years. His chest was beginning to broaden out, his shoulder widening, making his waist look narrower than it really was, and forming a stylish V shape in the front that seemed to point directly down to his groin.

Standing watching himself naked, Alfie smiled as an very familiar twinge between his legs, signalled the start of an erection that slowly, but steadily rose up until it was pointing almost straight up from the slightly low slung balls, topped off by just a faint trace of pubic hair that Alfie liked to keep neatly trimmed, in stark contrast to the hair on his head.

Stepping into the free standing bathtub, Alfie pulled the curtain around himself before turning on the water, picked up the soap and started to wash himself, as the water poured down his body, and bounced off his erection.

Soon soapy hands roamed over the boy's body, paying particular attention to his nipples that hardened into tiny spikes, yet not leaving out any other part as Alfie scrubbed himself as clean as a whistle, albeit a very wet one.

Soon the hands were moving around behind, to his behind. One of the most favourite parts of his body. The flesh was so firm there. The twin mounds, so pliable, to the touch of his fingers, or anything else with which the boy cared to introduce them.

Leaning slightly forward, Alfie bent his legs, as the forefinger of his right hand slid right between his buttocks searching for, and finding the small hole that gave him so much pleasure ever since that first time he'd decided to clean himself there back when he'd been very small indeed.

"Ah!" he gasped, his voice slipping octaves as the finger went inside, for once able to make sounds out loud without any worry that someone would overhear and wonder just what he was up to, when what he was up to was fingering his own bottom.

Further gasps escaped from the boy's lips as he continued to work the finger deeper inside himself, pushing further and further inside to find that one special spot that made it all worth while.

A second finger joined the first, widening his hole in a way that turned the gasps into moans, as he continued the cleansing ritual of his own making.

It never took long, which was just as well as back home Alfie would never have that long in the bathroom in order to do it, so it was only a few minutes if that from his stepping into the tub before there was more than water being sprayed from the end of his erection, down the drain.

Bucking of the hips, accompanied the desired result, as Alfie fingered himself to orgasm. His erection, completely untouched, throbbing and twitching on its own, in a way that had surprised him that first time, but which now was just so run of the mill for the boy, that he'd be disappointed if he had to wank in the normal way his peers did it. There were just so many other things his hands could be doing to bring him off, other than just rubbing his prick.

Emerging from the bathroom some fifteen minutes later, Alfie was not only cleaner but a lot more relaxed, and still naked, although this was something he was going to rectify sooner rather than later.

Ignoring his discarded jeans, Alfie went for his suitcase, heaving it up onto the small table, and releasing the catches so that the lid sprang open. Inside appeared to be the usual hotchpot of teenager packing, with clothes screwed up into small balls that left each item totally unrecognisable for what it was, but Ale had spent hours placing item thing in just the right spot, in order to hide certain items, just in case his Aunt had decided to help him unpack.

Most of the case contained the sorts of clothing that any and everyone of Alfie's peers wore for fear of appearing different, but there were a few items, hidden amongst the rest, that were very different indeed.

The first of these was a pair of bright orange briefs, that were several sizes too small for Alfie having been intended for a ten or perhaps eleven year old, but which he really loved to wear for the feelings that they gave him, due to the front being made from strong elastic that pulled his private parts tight against his body, almost causing his balls to disappear, whilst trapping his erection should he have one – and he always did when wearing these particular underwear – bolt upright so it formed into a perfect ridge up to the waistband.

Around the back of the briefs, was a design that had otherwise long gone out of fashion ironically for the other reason Alfie liked to wear the briefs. A seem running directly up the middle of the buttocks, firmly hugging the crease to be found there in a way that felt as if Alfie was receiving an almost permanent wedgie, causing a fair amount of fidgeting that in turn would cause his erection to be stimulated. There was also another reason Alfie liked the briefs. Two in fact. The first being the way they both pulled in and seemed to raise his rear up into what on a woman would be called a bubble butt, and the final reason being that the briefs were the only thing he owned that was tight enough to ensure that whatever he pushed inside his bottom would remain there.

The sexy stimulating briefs were the only thing the thirteen boy wore that evening, as it was already quite later when he'd arrived at the cabin. However, instead of just settling down in front of the television like most of the boys his age would have done, Alfie used his time more productively by walking around the house, checking out it's various features and planning just what he could do with them.

Alfie particularly liked the small desk and chair that were tucked away in the corner of the bedroom. These he decided to move into the living room, giving them pride of place directly in front of the large window that over looked the fields leading away into the woods. Occasionally he would catch sight of someone walking their dog, or going about their own business, at the far edge of the property. They were much too far away to be seen, or to see him clearly, but the idea that someone could see him clad in the tight orange briefs that highlight his erection and bum, gave the boy an extra thrill that made it tricky to walk for a few moments.

Several other bits of the sparse furniture were also moved around to better suit the boy's more odd ideas, it only being when it was all done to his satisfaction than he realised he probably should have asked his aunt and uncle if they minded him moving things around. They probably wouldn't have cared, given that they told him to make himself comfortable. However, just to be on the safe side, Alfie decided that he should be punished anyway. The only question was how?

Official punishment at home came in the form of extra chores, of the suspension of privileges, but while those were, for the most part effective, Alfie still preferred the punishment he carried out by himself, whenever he had enough privacy to do it. These, were usually all swift affairs, carried out in places where he knew the sound wouldn't attract attention, with more often than not, the activity having to be cut short, as someone approached. Here in the cabin that was less of an issue, if indeed it was an issue at all. Plus Alfie wouldn't need to keep his clothes on either, not that he was wearing all that much in the first place.

After a quick think, Alfie choose the desk as the place for him to receive his punishment. As for what the punishment was going to be. That question was answer by something he found in the shoe rack just inside the front door. The old well worn, pair of slippers being an almost perfect fit for his bum.

Turning the stout wooden chair around, so the back was against the front of the desk, Alfie knelt his bare knees on the seat and then bent himself across the desk top. It was one of his favourite spanking positions and one which he so rarely used for lack of a suitable location to carry it out, for it presented his bottom in an almost perfect position to receive a self administered spanking which to Alfie's great annoyance, was the only sort he ever got.

For the next ten minutes the small cabin was filled with the sound of rubber on cotton clad buttocks as Alfie made rapid expertly placed spanks to his own rear with the large slipper. The slaps were interspersed with occasional gasps and even a few moans from the boy both giving and receiving them. Alfie's arms not stopping what they were doing, until there were actual tears in his eyes, as a spanking could not be officially over until the boy being spanked was crying. Unless there was danger of being caught doing it, obviously.

At the first sign of tears, Alfie only stopped what he was doing for long enough for him to peel down his tightly encasing underwear, and then to lay down a final barrage of blows directly onto his naked bottom, just to make sure he got the message about who was in charge of him this summer.

Punishment finally finished, the boy climbed down from the spanking stage he'd constructed but didn't pull his underwear back up, instead he left it right where it was, just underneath his reddened bottom as he shuffled his way over to the corner of the room, where he would be standing for the next half an hour at least, thinking about what he'd done, and not one touching the fierce wet-tipped erection it had given him.

Corner time was finally up when Alfie's Aunt delivered his dinner, tactfully leaving the sandwiches, and other snacks out on the porch for him to collect when he was ready, thinking that he was taking a nap from the quietness of the cabin. This was just as well, seeing that Alfie had forgotten to flick the catch on the front door so she could have easily walked in on him, and his bright red bottom. Something that both scared and excited the boy.

Once the food was consumed, standing up naturally, Alfie helped himself to the drinks he'd been provided with in the small fridge under the small kitchen counter, before deciding he still had time to do some homework before retiring to bed for the evening. To do this though he needed the item that had become known as his Thinking Stick, for once in place, it really concentrated his mind although not always on his work.

The Thinking Stick was one of many things Alfie had made himself out of some old cables and a few rags all tightly wrapped in electrical tape. It was also one of the smallest of the items for the simple reason that it was designed to be worn for some times while the other, larger items were for less frequent insertion into the boy's exit.

Hidden inside a ball of socks that Alfie never wore, the Thinking Stick had an accomplice in a tube of lubricant that had a double life as hand cream just in cast someone wondered why the boy had it. Not that anyone had, so far, which was just as well given how much of the stuff he was going to get through during his holiday.

Giving the Thinking Stick a good, shiny, sheen of cream was enough to get the boy's erection back to critical mass, but Alfie ignored it, as he set about inserting something he'd modelled on that very item, into the other side of his body.

It didn't take long, as Alfie was well practised in impaling himself on various objects that could be found around the average family house, before he'd turned to do-it-yourself, to prevent questions as to why things that shouldn't be, but were in his bedroom.

Only a few groans and moans escaped through is perked lips as all four-and-a-bit inches slipped into his backdoor, which then did it's best to close in order to hold the Thinking Stick inside him, until such time as he could get his tight little briefs back into place, to hold it there. Now all he had to do was ensure that he stayed in place.

Walking a little stiffly now, with good reason, Alfie, returned to his bag, removing the two small padlocks that were could have been used to seal the twin zippers closed. These had timers built into them, so that whilst they could also be locked in the normal fashion and then released with a key, they could also be set to automatically open after a set period of time. This being the feature Alfie was going to use now.

At the bottom of the bag was a two foot long length of thing chain that had a multitude of uses, none of which Alfie was going to be telling anyone as they all involved him being restrained in some way. On this occasion it was only his ankles that would have that strange exciting feeling of chain wrapped around them, but they weren't going to be chained together, as slack would be left between the loops at either end, so he would have some freedom of movement. However, the chain would be wrapped around the central strut of the chair, that would ensure his feet were tucked underneath it, and totally preventing the boy from being able to get up, until the locks sprung open.

So it was for the final hours of the day that Alfie sat at the desk, working through the sheets taken from old schoolbooks he'd found lying around, doing his best not to get too many correct so that there would be an opportunity for him to be punished some more once the results were in.

He wasn't aware of it at the time, as his head was bowed over the desk top, but his Aunt sent his uncle down to check on him. The man peering through the front window, with his hands on the glass, just about able to make out the silhouette of the nearly naked boy at the other side of the house, occasionally shifting his bottom about on the hard wooden chair as he studied.

The man left him too it.

Chapter Two

Alfie woke with the slowness that comes with being thirteen. His blurry eyes blinking to clear his vision, even after he could actual see, as his mind caught up to where he was. The silence of the small cabin in the country side, almost deafening the city boy, to a point where even his own heart beat seemed to boom around the timber walls of the bedroom he was using.

Yawning, the near fourteen year old stretched out his bare limbs until each one gave a satisfying cracking noise that probably wasn't good for his growing bones but felt almost as good as the warmth that still enveloped his bottom.

Could there be anything better in a teenager's self obsessed world than waking up from a good night's sleep, especially one that had extended into a fair bit of the following morning. Alfie certainly didn't think so although his previous days activities had come close.

Turning onto his side, he allowed a hand access to the well rounded boyish buttocks that were, just as Alfie had hoped they would be, still warm to the touch from the slippering he'd given himself. A finger probing between the lightly reddened cheeks performed a similar check on the hole that nestled there. Remarkably after having been stuffed full right up until the moment Alfie had gone to bed, it still managed to retain it's normal shape, having closed up nicely.

There was no need for the teenager to check anything on the front of his body, as even if he hadn't been able to see it, he would have known that his penis was about as stiff as it was going to get, given that was the state in which it started every morning.

With no parents hurrying him out of bed, or a multitude of siblings threatening to burst in on him at any minute, Alfie took the time to enjoy just being able to lay in bed, or rather on his bed, as the single sheet he'd been provided had long since been cast over the side, leaving the youth totally exposed, as he'd gone to bed totally naked.

Nudity was something Alfie didn't get to experience anywhere near as often as he would have liked. There were just so few places where a thirteen year old boy could lay aside the burden of clothes without someone seeing or worse yet, commenting on his body. School showers were a nightmare, especially as there was clearly comparisons to be made there between himself and his peers. Thankfully, there was nothing about Alfie's body that would cause whispering, or worse yet, pointing in that situation, which wasn't to say that it was unremarkable, as everything was were it should be, and did what it was meant to do. It just had a habit of wanting to do it when he was naked, around other naked boys.

Alfie's home was no better for although there was a lack of males who could be naked within the house, there was also a lack of males completely and girls are more likely to shriek when they see boy-only parts, which does nothing for a boy's ego as Alfie knew only too well. Still what did girls know?

By the time Alfie finally roused himself from his bed, the sun was already climbing up to its highest position in the sky, which alerted by a rumbling in his stomach, reminded the boy that he hadn't eaten anything in a good twelve hours which, for someone his age, was piratically a lifetime, or even two.

Still there were things to be done first, the most important of which was a visit to the toilet to empty a bladder just slightly smaller than the lake in the middle of his Uncle's estate, and deal with some of the other less interesting maintenance issues that a boy's body required to keep it working.

Significantly emptier than when he'd gone in there, Alfie's bare feet padded him through the cabin, enjoying the feeling of the boards under his toes, to where he'd left his bag, in order to get dressed for the day. Not that he was going to be wearing much just his favourite item of clothing in the entire world.

They looked like an ordinary pair of white shorts and in most respects that's exactly what they wore except there were several differences to the sort of garment you would find you typical thirteen year old boy wearing. The first and perhaps most obvious thing was the size of the shorts and the fact they very much lived up to their name. Without even seeing them on the slightly undersized teenager, anyone with an eye for such things would have been able to tell that the shorts wouldn't have come anywhere near his knees let alone most of the way over his shins, in the current fashion amongst the young set.

Then there was the styling. Or rather the lack of it. Bereft of any pockets, either on the rear or the hips, there also wasn't a fly for urinating either but rather a seem running right up the centre from front to back. If Alfie needed to go, then his only option was to take the shorts down or, as he preferred, raise up one of the legs and spray out the side. Both options were something little kids tended to do, which may go someway to explain just why Alfie got so much pleasure in copying them.

Those were the obvious things about the shorts, but there was more to them than that. The seem that replaced the fly at the front, was also at the back, and as with the orange briefs Alfie had worn the night before, this tended to all but disappear into the boy's crack, for that wedgie sensation Alfie was so fond off.

However, the seem wasn't solid as a cut had been made in it, to create a narrow slit between the legs, that, by no coincidence, was also directly over the hole in Alfie's bottom. Oh and if that wasn't enough, in the right light, and especially when wet, and worn without underwear, the thin nylon the shorts were made from, was totally transparent to a point of being indecent.

Putting the shorts on had to be done with care, as like the orange briefs before them, they were on the small side, so the danger of things getting caught up, and/or bent the wrong way, was very real. Guidance was called for, ensuring that Alfie's erection, was positioned to one side to allow the central seem to take it's place between the lad's balls, but not across the penis itself, as that could lead to a loss of blood flow that was no fun at all.

A camel toe was what Alfie was after, with his balls making small mounds on either side of the seem, like the foot of the desert train animal, while his bum was treated the same way, but with the added addition of the access slit, which had to be in just the right place, or else he wouldn't be able to sit on his stool.

The stool in question was an ordinary high level wooden chair, with four stout legs in each corner of a solid wooden slightly scooped seat, that normally had a cushion tied on top. Alfie had already removed the soft furnishings however, but had yet to add something to ensure that he would be unable to fall of the raised seat. For that he needed to return to his bag, and one of his favourite childhood toys.

For his ninth birthday Alfie had been extremely pleased to have been given the latest toy gun that fired small, yet solid, rubber spikes, that had a larger sucker on the end. The aim of the game, which Alfie played for hours in his garden, was to fire the sucker at various sized targets that could be placed on fences, walls, trees, and just about any other object. The targets didn't last very long, soon becoming torn from frequent impacts, and near constant moving around. Thankfully Alfie soon discovered the suckers would stick to any flat surface, and the game continued for another few months until poor weather and evening light forced the boy inside, and onto other entertainment until years later when the then near teenager found another, more exciting use for the suckers, if not for the gun that fired them.

One of the suckers, with it's four inch long body still attached, was in Alfie suitcase, apparently by accident if anyone asked, and which would now form the core of a brand new toy, along with some old thick cables that may, or may not have belonged to some games console, a few socks, the cap from his deodorant can, and a fair amount of duck tape.

A breakfast bar ran along side the wall leading towards the kitchen, with a view through the window in front of it. The stool belong to it, so that was where Alfie was started work, extending the length of the shaft with the folded over cables, held in place with a run of duct tape. The rounded, cap from the one of the more sickly underarm sprays, was slotted onto the top, and from there, the socks were used to bulk out the body and they too were then covered in the shiny, slippery silver tape until it was done.

Finished, Alfie examined his work, noting the soft yet sturdy nature of the body, that would allow it to move about, and yet stay ridged, along the length, up until the strangely helmet shaped knob at the top that was only reason he claimed to use that particular brand of deodorant when in reality the can the cap came from was still full.

Satisfied that everything was ready, Alfie did a quick yet careful tour of the cabin, putting together a surprisingly healthy breakfast of fruit from the table and juice from the fridge, along with more of the work sheets he'd started the night before. Then he went to sit on the stool.

Climbing up on to the rungs around the side of the stool, Alfie raised himself up, not just over the seat itself but the extra near seven inches that he had added in the shape of his home made dildo. Steading himself with his hands on the breakfast bar, the boy ended up in a sort of squatting position, his knees bent up almost beside his ears, as he carefully positioned himself so that the deodorant cap would fit into the slit in his shorts, and from there into him.

A slow groan that couldn't have been anything other than sexual escaped from between Alfie's lips as his rear hole was slowly stretched open, and then allowed to close slightly around the cap.

Hand cream applied to the shaft, along with some precise internal finger work in the bathroom ensure that it was a fairly smooth ride down until he was just a few inches from actually sitting on the stool. However, that's where he had a problem, as he just couldn't go any further down. At least not in his current position, with his legs up. If he wanted to do that – and he did – then he'd have to remove his feet from the stool. That would mean dropping those last few inches down, uncontrolled. Still he'd done worse before.

"Ahh!" he cried out when he slipped his feet from the upper rungs of the stool and became totally impaled on the protrusion.

A second later Alfie was squirming in his seat, his feet dangling over the sides of the stool, just too short to reach the floor, although they could have been placed on the lower rungs. However, the boy preferred the way it was, with the dildo rammed firmly up inside him. His bare thighs splayed over the sides of the seat, the only thing preventing his entire weight from resting just on the dildo.

The stool wasn't the most comfortable seat, even without the internal addition, which is why it had had the cushion on it, so Alfie wasn't the first one seated there to wriggle around trying to get comfortable, although he probably was the first who squeaked in pleasure while he was doing it.

Protruding inside him, the dildo was an ever present reminder of what was going on, his hole forced to stay open, whilst no amount of contraction of his muscles would be able to remove it. Not that he wanted it removed. At least not yet.

Not surprisingly Alfie took his time eating his breakfast, until it all but turned into lunch. The fruit he cut up into small bit sized pieces which wasn't all that easy given that he could barely bend his back from the ramrod going up his bottom. The juice was easier as it came in a small box with a straw, even so it was just out of reach leading to a few minutes of using his work sheets to nudge it into reach, before his thirst could be quenched.

Nourished, Alfie turned to his work. Holding the pages up to his face, as he couldn't do things the other way around. Then he'd put the sheet down on the breakfast bar and write his answer onto the page, with his arm at full stretch. It was while he was doing the first of these that Alfie failed to see his Uncle Mike approach the cabin.

"Ah there you are Alfred," the man said, making the boy jump, and then squeal from what that did to him.

"Oh, oh, oh, hi Uncle Mike," Alfie stammered, totally missing the seldom used full version of his name.

Smiling the brother of the boy's mother, leaned on the outside wall as he eased open the window above the breakfast bar, "I won't come in," he said although this already fairly obvious, "It's just that your Aunt is worried that you aren't getting out and about enough."

Alfie sighed, "I only got here last night!"

"I know. I know!" The man held up his hands, "But you know what women are like?"

Actually Alfie didn't, even though he lived with more than his fair share of them, so he said nothing just waited for his Uncle to continue.

"Anyway, your Aunt doesn't want to think of you stuck in the cabin all day, so she sent me down here to give you something."

"What?" asked Alfie, hoping it wasn't going to be a lecture, or worse yet something that required him to get off the stool.

"Just an old bike that I keep in the shed down here. It's going to need a bit of work, I'm afraid, but your mum says you're good with your hands so it shouldn't be too tricky for you to get up and running again. Wait there a moment and I'll get it for you."

Alfie let out another gasp as he inadvertently rose up from the stool to follow his Uncle as the man made his way around the outside of the cabin. He then let out another one as he sat down again, and the dildo poked him in a place that was rapidly making the front of his shorts wetter than was decent.

Looking down Alfie suddenly realise that someone looking in the window, as his Uncle had just been doing, could have probably seen the unmistakable outline of his erection within his sheer shorts.

Suddenly Alfie realised he could, possibly, just have enough time to get his feet on the rungs of the stool and leaver himself up until his bum came free from the dildo. That would allow him to grab his jeans which weren't all that far away. However he may not have time to remove the dildo itself, which would be hard to hide, especially if Uncle Mike looked in the window again.

In the end, Alfie spent so long weighing up the options that he ran out of time to do anything, as minutes later his Uncle was back, now wheeling an old fashioned, but very solid looking saddle less bike.

"Here it is Alfred. What do you think?"

Alfie had to raise himself a little to look out of the window but this time he barely seemed to notice the dildo that travelled through his insides, as he pushed himself up onto his hands to get a better look at the one part of it that had caught his eye. "Where's the saddle?"

"Oh it's somewhere in the shed. I'm sure you'll find it. It's not in great shape, but there's tools in there too, and a puncture repair kit which it looks like you're going to need as these are as flat as a schoolgirl."

The man laughed at his rather inappropriate joke, while given the bulky tires a squeeze to make his point. He didn't notice that not only didn't Alfie laugh but that the boy was still starring at the point where the saddle should have been but which just ended in a blunt metal tube that, didn't look too unlike the one that was now buried half a dozen inches up his bum.

"So, can I tell your Aunt you'll be riding around the countryside taking in the air, maybe go for a swim in the lake, play with the local kids, or whatever it is that she thinks young lads like you get up to in the great outdoors, or do you want her down her fussing you herself."

"Erm. Yeah. That first one." muttered the boy, as he sat slowly back down again, with a strange expression on his face that made his Uncle smile for some reason.

"Good. Good. That's good. I'll leave the bike here and you can come and get it when you're good and ready." Uncle Mike, leant the bike against the wall, but was back at the window a moment later. "Don't forget to come up to the house for your tea tonight so my wife can feed you. Don't want you going home without getting you good and stuffed first do we?"

"No! Wait! What?"

"Food. You need to eat you know. Fruit won't fill up a growing boy like you." reaching into the window, Uncle Mike picked up the remains of Alfie's breakfast and placed it into a neat pile. "No, what a boy needs is to be stuffed full of meat and he can't do that on his own."

His brain questioning his ears to make sure he'd just heard what he thought he'd heard, Alfie watched his Uncle trudging back up the field towards the main house, while simultaneously planning just how much fun he was going to have with that old bike.

Chapter Three

Looking at the bike Alfie wasn't totally convinced he'd over done the repairs a bit. All told it had been three days since his Uncle had shown him the bike he'd used to ride about the countryside on, back when he was a boy. Since then Alfie had spent quite a lot of time first fixing the slightly dilapidated machine up, back almost to how it must have looked when new, and then adding some addition, the most noticeable of which was the large dildo that stuck up right through the original saddle.

The bike itself was rather sturdy for the most part, having been constructed from tubular steel, which also rendered it as rather heavy despite it's basic form.

Sure the inner tubes were almost as much patching as original rubber, but they'd held up now for a complete twenty four hours, so Alfie was fairly confident they wouldn't let him down. The tyres themselves was good and chucky, still retaining a fair amount of tread capable of dealing with the woodland tracks and fields he'd be crossing.

In fact the one major repair that had been needed, and one Alfie had been unable to carry out himself, was to weld the thick cross bar back into the head tube running down from the inverted U shaped handle bars, to the front forks. That had taken half an hour to do, including wheeling the bike up the to main house, waiting for Uncle Mike to be free and then escape before Aunt Mary decided he needed feeding up again. Still it hadn't been a total waste of time as not only was the bike a lot stronger now, but Alfie had found the old tin of red paint in the workshop, that his Uncle had forgotten about, and willingly given him, to the bike's metal work now appeared to belong to a fire engine.

Walking around the bike, which was now propped with the back while between two heavy flowerpots, Alfie performed what he called a pre-flight checklist of things. Most of these had to do with the bike itself, ensuring the tyres were still up and that the break on the back wheel wasn't rubbing too much. But there were other things he had to be sure about as well, as once he got going there would be no turning back. He was going to make sure of that. That's why there were two breeze blocks on either side of the bike, and why the saddle was set so high.

Despite what Uncle Mike had initially said, the bike did have a Saddle, it just wasn't a very good one as the thin plastic that had once covered the padding had torn, allowing the stuffing to suffer the dampness of being left in a shed for nearly thirty years. A new one had been offered but Alfie wasn't going to use that, as he could see the potential in the original one now that the seat post, that normally supported the saddle, could be extended to protrude right through it, so that once Alfie was sat on it, all people could see would be the front and back of the saddle running through his legs, without realising what was actually going on. Or rather up, there.

What was going on was another of Alfie's homemade dildos. This one had been built up from the seat post, now extended to it's highest point, rising through the centre of the saddle itself, to over six inches above what was left of the seat. At the top sat the lid of the deodorant can, but the rest was made up of folded over cable and rags, all wrapped in strong tape. However, unlike the one Alfie had been sitting on when Uncle Mike had bought the bike to him, this one wasn't the same size all the way down. The top and the bottom more or less were, but there was also a rather wider part just a quarter of the up, that would ensure the boy remained anchored on the bike, for the duration of his ride.

The shape of this new toy was almost exactly the same as the toilet brush back at Alfie's home and with good reason, for the young teenager had spent many a very happy hour squatting over that in it's little stand, while his right hand went to work on something else that was standing up just as proudly. That brush had a narrow handle, then got wider so that whoever was holding it to clean out the toilet, wouldn't slip down to the dirty brush end but as Alfie had discovered the first time he took the brush out of its holder, the widening also caused the greatest sensation whenever it stretched open his young hole in either direction. The funny thing was, especially to a boy barely into double figures at the time, if the widest part was inside him, then it wouldn't come out so easily, leasing him with a bristle tail poking out between his pale buttocks.

Alfie smiled to himself as he remembered running around the house in a rare bit of privacy, pretending to be some sort of animal on all fours, with his odd looking tail flapping about both behind and above him. The sensations this caused, being some of the best he'd ever had, although the time his mum had bleached the brush minutes before he'd put it inside himself, was still burned in his memory, although thankfully not his bum hole, which would have been tricky to explain.

After that incident Alfie had moved onto other items, having been so pleased to discover just how many things in an average household were a perfect fit for an experimenting boy's bum, even so as soon as he had the idea to make his own, he'd never really looked back, even though his experiments were getting more and more complicated having included both length, girth and stamina. The bike being a mixture of several of those.

For his day out Alfie was dressed pretty much as he had been since he'd arrived at the cabin, with the exception of when he'd gone up to his Aunt's house for the evening on his second day. Then he'd decided to dress up in his best clothes, not that these were much more than the jeans, shirt and jacket he'd travelled in. His Aunt had appreciated his effort but had told him not to be so formal, and if he wanted to wear shorts and a t-shirt that was fine, so he pretty much had done since. Not his special shorts, obviously, as those were kept for special occasions, like now.

The shorts with the slit in the seat, wasn't the only thing the boy was wearing as he'd added in his normal trainers and some ankle socks not so much out of choice but due to the pedals being metal and having little spikes on them for grip, which weren't all that comfortable on bare feet.

An old t-shirt with the sleeves cut off at the shoulder, at his Aunt's suggestion, would allow the sun to reach his upper arms, and into his pits, which should hopefully keep him cool while he was riding in the same way as keeping his legs bare would which was just as well seeing as hot he was going to be, in every other place.

The cabin was already locked up so there was nothing to stop Alfie from going around behind the bike and straddling the rear wheel, Alfie stepped up onto the flower pots, and from there onto the up ended breeze blocks that were beside the peddles.

Now came the tricky bit. The positioning.

His legs on either side of the bike, Alfie's hooved above the saddle, but not over the deodorant cap that would soon be inside him. For that, he had to raise himself further onto the tips of his toes, which wasn't all that easy given that he was already standing on two blocks, yet he did, reaching down to haul himself over the top of the dildo that replaced the seat. At the same time he aimed the tip to the slot in his shorts, and then guided it through, until it started to enter his bottom.

Both the boy and the dildo were well lubricated up, Alfie having made sure of that, so there was little discomfort as he was slightly stretched open to accommodate the intrusion all the same Alfie let out a little gasp, as his feet came down flat onto the blocks. Now, even if he went back onto the tips of his toes, the end of the dildo would remain inside him. The only way to remove it would be to go higher, and that wouldn't be easier, especially as his feet were still higher than at least one of the peddles at this time and some way from the ground. In fact the only way Alfie would be able to put his feet on the ground would be to sit all the way down on the dildo. Even then he'd only be able to get one foot on the ground.

Reaching out with his left arm Alfie held onto the support of the cabin's back porch, while he wobbled and then kicked away each of the blocks he'd been standing on in turn, transferring his feet to the peddles. As he did so, he had no choice but to lower himself about half way down the dildo, right to the point where the widest part was starting to stretch open his hole.

At this stage both peddles were in the central position, with Alfie's bottom hovering, and slightly quivering a few inches above the seat, in a half standing, half crouching position, but he couldn't stay like that for long, not once he started riding.

Taking a deep breath Alfie rocked the bike back and forth a few inches, to release the flower pots grip on the back wheel before finally pushing off both with his hand on the porch and his right foot on the pedal.

A gasp escaped from between the thirteen year old's lips as the downward motion of his right leg, caused him to slip further towards the saddle before he switched his weight to his raising left leg, and then back to the right as his speed started to build.

From a distance it would have just looked like Alfie was another boy riding a bike in the haphazard way that boys do. His legs working on the peddle as he lent slightly forwards. Hands gripping the handlebars, bracing himself against the bouncing that came from riding at speed across uneven ground. The casual observer may have even thought the lad was bouncing slightly in order to make the bike go faster but, of course, that wasn't the case with Alfie. He was bouncing in the saddle for an entirely different reason. The same reason his mouth was open in a near perfect circle, as each and every bump, or hole, threatened to totally impale him in the saddle.

Aiming the bike around the side of the first field, Alfie managed to keep himself teasingly in place right up until the moment he headed into the woods behind. There he just about managed to serve the front wheel around a protruding tree root, but wasn't so luck about the back wheel which hit it square on, sending a jolt through the back end of the bike that soon ensured the remaining section of the dildo was punched right into Alfie's bottom.

"Ahhhh!" Alfie moaned, as his anus was first stretched around the bulbous part of the dildo, and then able to contract once more around the narrower base. At the same time, the seat of his shorts, finally made contact with what was remaining of the saddle, with the widest part helping to support his bottom, while the front peeked out beneath his tightly encased genitals, that were slowly becoming sticky.

For the next hour or so Alfie rode his bike around the woods and farmland surrounding his Uncle's place, mostly trying to stay on the hardest smoothest tracks he could find, yet occasionally he'd take a chance of a smaller lesser used path between the trees that would give him that extra pleasure as he bounced up and down on the saddle.

Never once in all this time did he come to a complete stop. Sometimes he'd slow right down, especially when he came upon an unexpected hill that proved a challenge to climb on a bike with no working gears. Coming down the other side, caused a burst of speed that was difficult to control down the twisty path, but with only one dodgy break and unable to place his feet on the ground Alfie had little choice but to literally ride it out until his speed came under control once more.

During all this time Alfie never once saw another person. Sure there were signs other people had been this way at some point, due to the shoe and bike tracks that had been dried into the mud of the tracks, but all Alfie came across were voices in the distance. That is until he stumbled across the hideout.

He very nearly missed it. In fact, he probably had, at least twice, having already been down the track that lead to what had once been a woodsman's hut but had now been taken over by the local kids. Perhaps the hut had been empty on those previous trips but the third time, Alfie encountered it, it most certainly wasn't.

There were two boys standing outside, which is probably the only reason Alfie noticed the hut in the first place. The taller one wearing slightly scruffy jeans with ripped knees, the smaller boy well worn, tracksuit trousers. Both had on dirty t-shirts, with slightly long, unkempt hair. Thankfully they didn't see him due to the way they were standing and the fact they were in the middle of an argument.

"I make the rules cos I'm the oldest," said the bigger of the two, as Alfie gently applied the rear break, whilst aiming the bike towards a tree so he wouldn't have to put his feet on the ground.

"Yeah, but it ain't fair, Brad," complained the second boy who was almost a head smaller than the first one, and a bright red head at that.

"Might not be fair, but that's how it is. I'm the oldest so that makes me in charge of all you lot."

"But you're only twelve."

This information surprised Alfie, as he'd initially thought the older boy to be older than him and the younger still in single figures based upon their relative size even if their language was still that of two little kids.

"Yeah well it still counts, don't it." pointed out Brad, literally, his forefinger, pressing into the grubby t-shirt of the smaller boy.

"But," protested the little lad, backing up slightly to get out of range of the prodding finger

"But what, Jonny?"

Having witness arguments of this nature almost every day at home amongst his siblings, and having been involved in a good few of them too boot, Alfie wasn't going to stay around for another one. However, just as he was getting ready to push himself off from the tree, the smaller boy said something which caught his interest.

"But why don't we get to tie you up, like you tie us up. That ain't fair!"

"Tough," Brad's shoulders shrugged inside his oversized shirt, "That's the way it is. Bigger boys tie up smaller boys."

It was little kid logic, to which there was no 'right' answer, or so the young Jonny clearly thought, as he had nothing to say to that other than another "But!" which got him nowhere, but clearly gave Brad another idea about how to maintain his authority.

Alfie didn't have the greatest view through the overgrown bushes, and low hanging trees, but all the same, as the next events unfolded, he saw everything that happened in full high definition. Brad grabbing Jonny around his skinny waist. Taking hold and then yanking down the back of his trackie trousers and underwear with his other hand, and then with a knee pushed into the boy's belly, started to spank the bare bottom he'd just exposed.

Unaware he was doing it, Alfie put his foot on the ground, leaning the bike over at a tricky angle so he could do so, totally immune to the stabbing in his bottom, as he watched the perfect view of the little lad's unprotected backside, which was quickly going redder than the bike he was sitting on.

Within seconds, or so it seemed to Alfie, the smaller boy had gone from standing his ground to sobbing and promising to behave, whilst at the same time his legs began to jerk in time to the swift hand that was coming down repeatedly on his surprisingly skinny young bum.

Then it stopped. Everything became frozen as if in a painting The lad remained in position across Brad's knee, while he calmed down, Brad stroking his back, reminding him, in a much softer voice than the one he'd used before just who was in charge and repeating that being the oldest boy in the village meant he was in charge, and that it was his job to keep all the other boys in order.

It was at that stage that Alfie's foot slipped. Not much. Just an inch or so. But it was enough for four things to happen. The first was that the dildo touched him in a place that always made him squeal. The second was that his hands automatically tightened on the handlebars, squeezing the break. This lead to the break block giving a squeal of it's own. Whilst the fourth action was the turning of Brad's head until he was staring right at Alfie.

"Who's there?" the twelve year old demanded, unceremoniously dumping the recently spanked boy back onto his own feet. "Come out and let me see you, unless you want what I just gave Jonny here."

Alfie did want that, but he was in position to do anything about it there and then, not with six inches of homemade dildo stuffed up his bum, not to mention the powerful erection actually getting to see a real life spanking would have given him, had he not already had one from all the anal stimulation he'd be receiving whilst on his bike. So he did the only thing he could. He made a rub for it. Or rather a cycle. However, despite his haste he made sure to remember just how to get to the old woodsman's hut as he had a funny feeling he'd be going back there, sooner rather than later.

The End