U. N. Known Writer

Family Time

Every year when I was a little kid, me and my family go and stay in a cottage someplace in the countryside. Sometimes these are really small and cramped and we all end sharing rooms and stuff, but since my little sister came along, Dad has started booking bigger places so we all get our own rooms and there's places for us to play all our games without falling all over each other which is fun when you're a little kid but not so much when you turn into a proper teenager.

This year though, Dad got what used to be an old farmhouse, so not really a cottage at all, but it had loads of rooms, some fields and even some out fields that me and my brothers were to be sure to explore at some time. Before we could do that though, Mum made us all put our stuff away and then go take showers, which is when I noticed that my jeans were stolen.

It was as I was coming out of the bathroom, that I first heard Jay giggling. Jay is my little brother and he's always trying to play tricks on people, or rather on me, as he wouldn't dare do anything on mum and dad, and Karl would get him all tied up and Mandy. Well Mandy's a cute little girl, so even Jay wouldn't do nothing to her. However he would to me, and that giggle was a dead sign that he was up to something. Not that I minded as some of the games he played were fun, even though I'd never dream of playing them by myself, cos I'm too grown up for them now I'm a teenager.

The moment I heard it I knew something was up, made doubly worse that I hadn't taken any clothes into the bathroom so was only wearing a towel. You have to know that Jay thinks that people being embarrassed is the funniest thing in the world, so I made sure I was really clutching tight onto the towel as I edged my way down the side of the corridor that didn't have no doors in it.

Nothing happened though and I managed to make it into the room I'd chosen without Jay doing anything which, I have to admit, was a bit of a disappointment but still I didn't let my guard down especially as most of the doors in the farmhouse didn't close properly and certainly didn't lock, so there was still a chance Jay would do something. Only he'd already done it as I discovered when I went to get dressed.

My clothes were still in the bag that I used as a case, which was itself still sitting on the chest of drawers even though mum had told me to unpack everything, I'd never got around to it, which meant I had to rummage through it to find the things I was going to wear.

Pulling out a shirt, some socks, and underwear without any trouble I then spent ages trying to find my 'play' jeans only I couldn't find them anywhere, mainly because they weren't there, and suddenly all the giggling made sense.

"Jay!" I shouted cos I knew he'd still be there, "What did you do with my jeans?"

"Not telling," he relied seemingly from right outside the door.

I wasn't overly bothered about that cos I still had the pair of jeans that I'd taken off to go into the shower. Sure they were a little bit crusty from the long car journey down to the farm, but they'd do while I found out what he'd done with the others. Something that I couldn't do while wearing just my boxers. Only they weren't where I left them either.

"You took ALL my jeans?" I asked Jay and he said that he had, so I was left with no option but to all in a higher power to sort this all out and bring my pesky little brother under control.

I shouted for our Mum and told her what Jay had done.

It took a few seconds for a reply to come and when it did Mum wasted no time in getting to the bottom of it, which she can do by just saying one of our names, and making it sound like an entire interrogation.

"I wasn't going to keep them," protested Jay, as if that answered the question he hadn't been asked, "I was going to give them back after Tom had paid a forfeit."

Playing forfeits was Jay latest thing to do, but Mum wasn't about to have me wondering around in my boxers any more than I was, and made that point, somewhat forcefully to Jay, who had apparently already thought about that.

"I left something for Tom to wear. It's his forfeit. Once he's worn it all day then I'll give him his jeans back."

I sat on my bed and waited for mum to let the little creep have it with both barrels but clearly mum was getting a bit relaxed cos all she said was that it 'sounded fair' and then told us to get on with it, without too much noise or else she'd send out big brother up to sort us out, which Jay wouldn't want as Karl had is own way of making sure his little brothers didn't get into trouble, which I rather liked but Jay really didn't.

Anyway I didn't commit myself just yet as I wanted to see what it was he'd left me to wear, and see if it was worth confronting him in my boxers which was bound to end up with me being debagged at some point, so I went looking.

I can't wear these! was my first thought when I picked up the plain cotton shorts Jay had been given on his last birthday by some Great Aunt who clearly still thought he was Mandy's age, as it would only be a four year old that wore things like that. Mind you she had managed to get him big enough for Jay who, of course, refused point blank to wear them. And I can't blame him for that. They had a cartoon train on them, after all.

"Yeah you can. I checked. They'll fit you," replied Jay as apparently my previous thought hadn't managed to stay inside my head.

I knew that if I was going to take this back to mum then I had better be sure that what I was saying was true, so just to prove my point I put the shorts on and, wouldn't you know it, they actually did fit. Not well, they were a touch on the tight side, and my boxers hung down the legs. Still that would be a good enough reason for mum to veto the forfeit. I hoped.

Turned out Jay had prepared for that to that too. "It's not the shorts fault," he said, tossing me another item of clothing which he said would solve the problem. A pair of swim briefs.

"Are these yours?" I asked never having seen him wear them.

"Used to be," he replied, "When I was little?"

I should explain that although he's only nine Jay is one of the tallest boys in his year, if not his school. He's even nearly as tall as me, and is, if he stands on the tips of his toes, which he does a lot. He's also a bit chunky, unlike me, although he doesn't go on about that as much.

"Got them for the school swim team. They don't fit me no more. But they should fit you okay."

"Right!" I said in a real sarcastic voice thinking that he was probably wrong about that, and set about proving him wrong, slipping out of the shorts and then, after I'd warned him to stay back, my boxers, before stepping into the briefs and pulling them up.

"See. Told you they'd fit. Sort off anyway."

The 'sort of' Jay referred to was that the briefs were very tight and brief so that, although I was decent enough covered in the front bits, no matter what I did, they wouldn't cover all my bum. If I pulled them up to my waist, then the bottom of my bottom started to slip out, but if I pulled them down to cover that, then the top of my crack showed above the waistband.

When I complained about this, Jay giggled for a bit and then said it didn't really matter because the shorts would cover them anyway. This time he was right and I could see he was right which led Jay to proclaim that the forfeit was on and that he was going to tell mum. Only before he went off racing down the stairs like a heard of elephants being chased by some rhino with clogs on, he snatched up my only pair of clean boxers and made off with them leaving me with no option but to go downstairs dressed as I was.

"Come on. Let's have a look at you," Mum called from the living room when I reached the bottom of the stairs, hoping to have a quiet word with Jay before facing the rest of the family but clearly that wasn't about to happen now.

"Can't believe they actually fit you Tom," Mum said, before making things ten million times worse by adding, "And you look so cute."

"Told you he would," said Karl, from over in the corner where he was sort of splayed all over an arm chair apparently reading a car magazine, cos he was about to get his provincial licence even though he was only fifteen.

"You knew about this?" I asked him.

"Not exactly, Jay just said he was going to get you to wear something of Mandy's, until I pointed out that those wouldn't fit you, but his old clothes might. So I was more of an advisor if anything," he said from behind the magazine.

That was when Dad turned up carrying a cup of coffee, which is the only thing he drinks, "Who's an advisor to what? And why is Tom dressed in little kid clothes?"

"Jay dareded him to wear them," piped up little Mandy from where she'd been playing with her dolls on the floor.

"A dare eh!" Dad walked over to me and looked me up and down, "How long has he got to dress like that? All holiday?"

Dad saying that gave Jay the perfect chance to change the rules and it wasn't one he was about to miss out on so instantly he said, "Yeah, all holiday."

Before I could say anything dad was calling me a "Good boy!" and ruffling my hair like I really was a little kid, and saying that someone should always honour their dares, which meant I was stuck in the clothes at least until I could find why the little tyke had hidden my jeans.

Turns out that wasn't going to be for a while though, as dad then told all us boys to go outside as apparently we hadn't come all the way out into the countryside just to spend all our time inside. So out we went.

"This would make a great jail," Karl said the moment the thee of us Hudson boys entered the simple stable block that was sat at the other end of the field directly behind the farmhouse. It was clearly well out of use, but was in decent condition, if a little run down, which is why we'd been thinking about making it our hideout from our parents. There wasn't much inside, just a row of stalls for the horses and bits of rope, some chains and odd bits of leather stuff that they make horse harnesses out of, hanging from the walls.

"Who needs a jail for horses?" Jay asked, not being as bright as he was tall, as Nana likes to say when mum can't hear her.

"Not for horses. Stupid!" Karl said a little more bluntly than Nana would have, before turning on the pair of us with a familiar gleam in his eye. "It's a jail for little brothers!"

My and Jay exchanged looks knowing exactly what was going to happen yet, but Jay got his opt out in first, "Baggsy not me."

Slowly the pair of them turned their attention to me, so I just shrugged and said, "Go on then." Cos they were going to do what they were going to do anyway, and it was easier this way.

Instantly Karl fell into his role as the jailor and taking one of the lengths of rope from the wall, told me to turn around and put my hands behind my back. Which I did, as we'd played this game loads in the past, although got for some time it has to be said, but it had always been fun back then, so why not?

Karl started tying my hands together. First making a loop in one end of the rope which he put over my right hand, and then carefully wrapping the rope around my other wrist, but not just around the outside, going inside as well, until the rope was going in a sort of figure of eight knot which was the best way to tie someone up so they can't escape by just pulling their hands out.

"Really?" Jay was surprised by this explanation even through we'd told him several times before when he'd seen me being tied up by Karl.

By the time Karl was finished doing what he was doing, I knew for one that my hands weren't going to be going anywhere until they were untied again but Jay wanted a more practical demonstration. So I gave him one. First being all subtle about it. Using my fingers to see if I could find one of the knots only Karl had tied them well out my reach. Which left me no other real option but to get all showy about it. Twisting and turning, all of which I knew would mage no difference but which must have looked good cos Jay was finally convinced that I was properly tied up and couldn't do anything about it.

"So," he starting doing that giggling thing again, "I could do anything to Tom and he couldn't stop me?"

I looked at Karl, but he just smiled and told Jay to see for himself.

It took Jay a few minutes to think of what do to, as he wasn't used to being given permission to do something. Yet as he looked at me standing there with my arms trapped behind my back, his eyes started to go down to my legs which were nearly completely uncovered all the way from my shoes right up to the top as the shorts didn't cover much of them at all.

SLAP!

"Hey! Ow!" I danced backwards as far as I could go, which turned out to be only through the stable door directly behind me, with my right leg stinging from where Jay had slapped my thigh. "What you do that for?"

"Boys in shorts get their legs slapped," my little brother taunted and it was like I was right back in infants school again when that had been a popular saying for any last kids in any class to still wear shorts when all the others had changed into long trousers.

Jay wasn't done either. "Little boys get their bums smacked too," he teased and tried to do just that, only I was too fast for him and hopped around the other way so he couldn't reach telling him he'd done enough.

"Yeah," Karl agreed, sort of, "At least wait until I've tied his legs so he can't run away no more."

He did just that too. Kneeling down by my feet and using another bit of the same rope to tie my ankles together just like he had with my hands, in the figure eight way so that there was no way I could pull my legs apart and escape. Not that I'd ever been able to do that.

"That should do it." he announced when he was done, "Have another go Jay."

I was about to ask 'at what', when I found out, as my little brother slapped me hard across the seat of my shorts.

"Ow!" I said cos it had stung. Jay may not be full of muscles or anything like that but he's got a great swing on him for a little kid.

Or, at least, that's what I thought until Karl had a go.

SMACK!

This time I said a really big "ouch!" cos not only was Karl fifteen and his hand nearly twice the size of Jay's but he was a lot stronger too. So strong in fact that the force of him smacking my bottom made me stagger forwards slightly, and then fall over cos obviously with my feet tied together I couldn't actually walk.

Thankfully the hay still covering the floor of the old stables was still quite soft and didn't smell too bad, just a little damp, so I wasn't hurt or anything, letting my brothers carry on with the game.

"Looks like our prisoner is starting to get settled in, so let's make sure he stays out of trouble shall we." Karl stepped backwards out of the stable, his hand on Jay's chest so he had no choice but to do the same. Then, when they were both outside, he closed the stable door, and slid the bolt on it all the way home.

"Now what do we do?" asked Jay as he hadn't played too many of these games with us on account of him being so young.

"We leave," Karl informed him, pushing him back to the main door, and they did, leave. Closing the main door tight so I was left totally on my own.

Now tied up the way I was there wasn't much I could do. I couldn't get my hands free, although I could get them down to my ankles but even then I couldn't get to the knots holding my legs together as Karl had fastened them in places I couldn't reach. So I was stuck.

Funny thing was, I didn't really try to escape. I mean I knew I couldn't but I could have still tried all the same. Yet I didn't. Thing is, I've never really minded that much being tied up. In some ways I quite like it cos if you're a prisoner then you don't have to do anything. everything does things for you, like bring you your food and stuff like that. Course it can get a bit boring sometimes, just sitting there with your arms behind your back. But that's good for thinking time.

Anyway, Karl didn't leave me there for too long, just a couple of hours or so by which time mum had been asking where I'd been.

As soon as I heard him open the stable door, I pretended I was asleep as that really winds him up, like it does when I ask if he's going to let me go, which is what I did the instant he woke me up.

Of course, given that I'd asked to be released, Karl couldn't untie me so instead he got me up onto my feet and then took me by the crook of my arm, and lead me out of the stable like he was escorting a prisoner, which I guess he was in a way.

It was a little tricky getting across the field as I had to hop and jump but I knew Karl would never let me fall over and hurt myself cos although he pretends to be all big and tough and acts like he's bullying me, he isn't really. He's just pretending and he wouldn't let anything really bad happen to me. Besides which dad would kill him if he did. Then mum would nurse him back to life and kill him herself. Mind you, as long as I don't get hurt mum and dad, pretty much let us do what we want within limits.

"How's Tom going to eat with his hands behind his back," wondered Dad when Karl marched me into the kitchen.

"He isn't. Tom's my prisoner and prisoners don't eat."

Mum wasn't having any of that, "Outside Tom is your prisoner, but in my kitchen he's a member of the family who gets to eat in a civilised fashion," she said, laying down a couple of plates at the empty places between herself and dad. "And why is Tom's thigh so red?"

"I spanked it," admitted Jay from where he sat on the other side of the table next to Mandy.

"And why would you do that young man?"

"Karl said I could, beside the prisoner wouldn't do what he was told," explained Jay before stuffing his mouth with food leaving it our little sister to sum up what had happened.

"Was Tom being a naughty little boy?"

"Little?" Dad questioned her with a smile.

"Yeah, little, cos little boys and girls wear little shorts, and Tom is wearing little shorts so he must be a little boy now."

As always we all laughed at what Mandy said and Dad leant over to ruffle her hair, calling her a cute little girl, then he did the same to me. Only he called me a boy, obviously.

"He does look cute like that," agreed mum as I started to blush, "Maybe we should go back to calling him Tommy again."

"Tommy?" asked Mandy confused, "Who Tommy?"

"Tom is Tommy," explained Mum, "It's what we called Tom when he was a little boy."

"Why?"

"Because, Tom is a big boy name and Tommy is a little boy name."

Mandy's face got all scrunched up like it does when she's thinking then she said, "Yeah, Tommy is Tom in shorts."

And that's why my family started calling me by a name I thought I'd lost a long time earlier. not that I minded that much as I rather liked it. Funny thing was, that not once did anyone think about untying my ankles all thought the meal and even afterwards. It did get me out of doing the washing up though, which really annoyed Jay who had to do them instead to it was well worth it to have to hop about everywhere, even to the toilet.

The rest of the holiday went pretty much the same way. I wore Jay's clothes nearly all the time, and do you know what? No one we met ever thought I was as old as I was. They all thought I was Jay's age, or even younger, given that Jay never wore shorts.

The only thing was, those were the old clothes of Jay that really fitted me, so when I got back home I had to wearing jeans again which felt really strange after wearing shorts for so long, but there was nothing else for it, as they don't make clothes like that for kids my age, or else I'd wear them all the time.

***

School finishes at three thirty on Fridays like it does every day, and normally I might hang out with my mates for a bit before going home but, on this day Karl had told me to head straight home as he had a 'surprise for me' and given the way that he said it I knew just what sort of surprise it was going to be.

Normally that wouldn't matter too much but on this day it was really bucketing it down. I mean it was like some was tipping buckets of water out of the sky one after another and even though I went home darting from under one tree to another by the time I got to our front door I was totally drenched, like I'd been swimming in my clothes.

Now I don't have a key to get in, and no one else was there yet, not even Karl which was odd seeing as he told me to be there, which meant I was stuck outside. Well not quite outside as we do have a little porch-thing on the front of the house, but this isn't enclosed like some of the others on our street so I wasn't stuck out in the downpour although it was still a bit chilly while I stood waiting for my brother to let me in.

Karl turned up, walking right up to the front door like he didn't even see me standing there. Got his key out of his pocket, opened up and then stepped inside. However, when I went to follow, he told me I couldn't come in because I was wet.

"Mum will have a fit if you ruin the hall carpet with your wet and muddy foot prints," he said, which was something mum was always saying about him and Jay not me. I actually wipe my feet before going into the house.

He didn't leave me there for long, just long enough for him to collect a bin bag from the kitchen.

"Right!" he said, tossing it onto the floor in front of my, "You'd best get those wet things off before you come in."

Naturally I protested, but once Karl made his mind up about something, that was what was going to happen so in the end I just shrugged and got on with it, starting with my tie.

"We can dry it all in the laundry room after we've sorted you out."

I wondered what he meant, and probably should have asked, but now I was just standing around I was getting pretty cold, so I bent down to take my trainers off, and then my socks too. Both of which were totally soaking. So much so that I could actually pour water of my trainers, and had to rinse out my socks before putting them into the bag.

My polo shirt followed which wasn't so bad as it was really starting to stick to me, in a way that really wasn't comfortable. That too had to be squeezed out, until it left a puddle on the driveway.

"Now can I come in?" I asked even though there was no way Karl wasn't going to go after the next item of clothing I was wearing, and not because the water was dripping from my trousers either, but because he could.

"Trousers!"

We both knew it was going to happen, so even though the porch-thing can be seen from the road, I took my trousers off right there in full view of the street, not that anyone was about of course, the weather was rubbish after all.

Karl smiled when he saw what he'd left me with and he asked if Jay had taken all my boxers again which he hadn't. I'd put the briefs on that morning because I like wearing them especially now I had some that actually fitted me properly and didn't leave half my bottom hanging out. Thankfully Karl didn't realise that the ones I had on, hadn't belonged to our little brother but were some of those I got from Josh Albany.

Of course, I'd realised by now that I wasn't going to be allowed to keep my briefs on, as Karl hadn't gone to all this trouble to leave me in my underwear. Not when he could get me strip totally naked, in the porch before letting me into the house. And that's what he did.

Once he'd collected the bag with all my wet clothes he took it inside, closing the door. I could still see him thought, through the glass of the front door, walking down the hall to the laundry room where he through the bag through the door, and then came back pulling some things from his pocket.

"Here," Karl handed me something, "Put these on."

Now you'd probably expect him to hand me something useful like a towel, or a dressing gown, or perhaps even some fresh dry clothes to put on, but if you thought that then you don't know Karl. What he handed me was handcuffs. Proper metal handcuffs.

"Where'd you get these?" I asked, turning them over in my hands, feeling the weight of them, which was quite a bit, proving they weren't no toy.

"Never you mind that. Just put them on and I'll let you in."

As you know this wasn't the first time Karl had chained me up, and I have to admit I did rather fancy the idea of wearing handcuffs so even without being told to do so, I put my hands behind my back and put first one, and then the other cuffs around my wrists. The sounds of them clicking closed, making me shiver almost as much as the rain was.

"Let me check," he said, and did so, putting his bigger hands right around each of my wrists and squeezing the cuffs until they were as tight as they could go

When he was happy with that, he showed me something new. Well, knew to the two of us, not totally new to me, as I'd seen something like it before, if not quite as amateurish.

It was a ball gag, Karl had made himself by placing a small rubber ball in the middle of an old bandana, and then twisting the bandana so the ball won't come out again.

I probably should have asked what it was for, but I didn't I just opened my mouth as wide as I could and let him push the ball in, until it was behind my teeth. He then pulled the ends of the bandana behind my head and tied them together, really tight, so that the ball stayed deep inside my mouth. This pushed my jaws a little apart which wasn't as comfortable as the last time I'd been gagged like that, but still not to bad.

Turning me back around to face him, Karl pulled a piece of rope, about four feet long, from his pocket which had a big look tied in the end. This he slipped over my head which startled me a bit as the last thing I wanted was to be strangled whilst I was wearing a pair of little kid underpants.

When Karl saw I was bothered he explained that he'd tied a special knot in the rope that he could adjust to make it tight, but which wouldn't slip while he was leading me upstairs which both gave away some of what he was going to do, and made me a little less worried than I had been. So I let him do it.

"Right then," he said, finally opening the front door all the way, "Now I'm going to take you to my dungeon."

Karl pulled on the rope that was around my neck as he spoke forcing me to walk forwards to the stairs but then he told me to go in front of him probably so that if I fell while I was going up the stairs he'd have been able to catch me. I didn't though, as I'd got quite good at walking around with my hands tied behind my back.

At the top of the stairs Karl put his hands on my shoulders to guide me which way I was to go which turned out to be into his room.

"Wait there, I want to show you something," he said, looping what I was now thinking off as my lead around the door handle, so I didn't have any choice but to wait, while he went rummaging around under his mattress.

Eventually Karl found what he was looking for which turned out to be something that looked like a bat for a little kids game of cricket. He then asked me what I thought about it which wasn't much to be honest, but of course I couldn't say anything either way, so I doubt he expected me to actually answer. Still it wasn't long before I found out.

Gripping the small rubber coated handle with both hands, Karl suddenly spun around behind me, slamming the flat part of the bat, right across my bottom with enough force to make he cry out. If I hadn't been so totally gagged of course.

"It's a paddle," I was informed although my burning bum had worked that out for me, "This is for when you don't do what I tell you, like a good little slave boy!"

I nodded that I would, until my neck started to ache, which seemed to please Karl who then went back under his bed to show me another surprise. One that I recognised straight away. A pair of shackles for my ankles which Karl then preceded to lock on me, telling me, as he did so, how he'd made them himself from some chain and bracket used to hold drainpipes in place that he'd found in the local DIY store.

The brackets were very similar to the milking things we'd found over the summer. They can in two semi-circular parts that were hinged to allow the pipe, or in this case my ankle, to be put in between them. They fastened though, not with a nut and bolt, as the others one had but with a built in screw that went from one to the other, which Karl had to tighten with a screwdriver until it was flush meaning I'd never be able to get it out with my fingers, even if I could get my fingers anywhere near it.

At the back of the brackets, where the hinge was, was a hole so they could be screwed to the side of house. Karl though had used this to attach a short length of chain that connected the two together, and which ensure I could only take short steps. Shorter in fact that those at the cottage had, so that I was only able to take really little steps as I found out when we moved into the bathroom so I could finally get cleaned up.

Once we were in the other room, Karl told me to step into the bath and face the wall while he got things ready. What things? I didn't know, but then I really didn't get a chance to think about it as I had enough trouble getting into the bath given that I couldn't just step over the side.

In the end, I had to sit on the edge of the bath, reach back with my hands and then swing my legs over the side, before standing up again

"About time too, now stand still while I spray you down."

He held a can of something that had a sort of spray gun attachment on the top, which I was pretty sure I'd seen in the bathroom before, but had never know what it was for. I did know it was Mum's though and that worried me as he really didn't like us boys playing with her stuff. Still at least I couldn't be blamed for that, and perhaps it was some sort of instant cleaning liquid. It certainly smelt like it, and a bit like hospital too come to think about it. Mind you it did burn a bit. Not a lot just a bit, but that was enough.

"That's going to take a while to work," he read from the bottle before putting it down, and started pulling things out from the cupboard above the sink from which he pulled out a small hot water bottle which he then started to fill.

Once the bottle was full, he screw a plug in place that had a thin rubber tube coming out of it that had a turn valve on it, near the end, like the bunson burners at school have.

Hanging the hot water bottle on the shower rail above my head, Karl let the pipe hang down, turning the valve to get the air out of it, and then closing the valve again when water started to poor from the end.

Turning back to the counter, Karl picked up a long black rubber tube, that was rounded at one end, and blunt with a hole at the other.

Bring it over to the bath, he plugged the tube hanging down from the hot water bottle into the blunt end, and then started to spread the round end in some sort of white jelly like stuff.

"Time to clean you out inside as well as out," he laughed when he saw me looking at what he was doing, and it was at that moment that I realised what these things were. It was Mum's old enema kit from when Jay was a little kid and used to get all bunged up, round the back, from his refusal to eat any veggies. That though soon changed once he'd had water shot up his bum a few times. Still it hadn't killed him, so I wouldn't kill me either, so when Karl told me to bend over. I did, even before he picked up the paddle to make me.

It's really weird having something pushed up your bum. Not as painful as people seem to think at all although it is a bit uncomfortable, but that might just be because I wasn't used to it.

Anyway, Karl was real gentle. Once I was bent over, he used one hand to open up my bottom cheeks and the other to guide the slippery end of the enema tube up against my bum hole. Then he started to push it in. There was a bit of resistance at first, but once the big end went through, the rest followed really easily and it was actually quite nice, if a little odd, to have something back there.

Then Karl opened up the valve.

I'd never had an enema before, and it's the strangest experience. Water just rushes into you, filling you up from the back until it feels like you really can't take anymore. But you can. You have to get used to what you've already had for a moment. Thankfully Karl seemed to know this so once I'd started wriggling my hips, he turned the tap off and waited a few minutes before letting a bit more in until I was wriggling again.

This went on for a while. All the stopping and starting, until Karl had to squeeze the hot water bottle in order to get any more out of it and into me, by which time I'd gone stiff.

"Knew you'd like this," laughed Karl flicking the end of my stiffie with his finger so it swung back and forth underneath my belly which I swear was bulging slightly from all the water that was now inside it.

Karl wasn't finished yet, as now he wanted to rinse off the stuff he'd sprayed me with. Personally I'd have rather he'd have taken the tube out of my bum, but that was for laster, he said. Then he grabbed the shower and sprayed me down with water that was the wrong side of cold.

My skin felt rather weird once it was washed, which at first I put down to the cold of the water but that wasn't the real reason, as it was all down to the stuff Karl had sprayed me with which was more a cleanser than a cleaner. A hair cleanser. It's the stuff that Mum uses to get the hair of her legs, so she doesn't have to shave them, and it had done the same to me.

Okay, so I hadn't had that much hair on my legs in the first place, but I had had some, even if it was quite tricky to see it. Now though I didn't have any. At all. And not just on my legs either. My pubes were gone too. Totally gone. I looked like Jay down there. Not that I had much chance to think about it, as Karl then yanked the tube out of my bum, and things got pretty urgent in that department.

You don't want details of what happened next. trust me. Just to say that it was really, really smelly and quite unpleasant for both of us, although probably more so for Karl once he realised that I couldn't wipe my own bum, and that he had to do it. That was sort of fun.

Anyway, when it was all done, Karl didn't release me until it was time for Mum and Dad to come home with Jay, by which time he'd told me of a load of rules that he'd made up which I had to follow "Or else."

The first of these had me going down stairs, still naked and grabbing a bin bag in my handcuffs and bring it up to him in my room. Then I watched as he took all my long trousers and all of what he called my 'grown up' clothes and put them in the bag which he was going to keep in his room and would only give them to me, if I needed them, like for school. Then he went into Jay's room and got the old clothes I'd worn on holiday, and said I was going to wear them until I got mum to buy me some more, just like them as I was now a little boy and had to dress like one.

He also told me that I now had to keep myself hairless, but that he didn't care how. However, if I didn't then he'd made me sorry, and to prove what he meant he got me to bend over the side of his bed and gave me several whacks with the paddle on my bare bum which really stung both while he did it, and for the rest of the evening. SO much so that I could hardly sit still during dinner and is why my bum is still a bit red, even now, two days later.

The End