U. N. Known Writer

Swing Short

Chapter One

I used to love fancy dress parties as a kid, even though I was never brave enough to actually wear what I most wanted to wear, in case everyone laughed at me. Instead, I wore the same things everyone else in my primary and then junior schools wore. I'd been a pirate, a policeman, cowboy, and even a ninja but never once was I a traditional short trousered schoolboy.

I don't know where my idea of wearing shorts came from, perhaps it was just a reaction to the way no one my age wore them, even for sport, during the 1980s. but I just found the idea of exposing my knees exciting. Weird, I know, but there you go.

Of course, even as a small boy, I knew better than to let anyone know what I thought, so kept my secret, well, secret. That isn't to say that I didn't practise it, because I did. At home, alone, I'd pull out the shorts I'd made from any old pair of trousers I could find, including several where I'd purposely worn though the knees, so I would be able to turn them into shorts once Mum had thrown them out. However as fun as that was, it didn't really feel the same as wearing shorts in public.

By the time I left junior school and head off down the road to Upperye Comp, I'd started to create scenarios where my wearing shorts wouldn't have been my choice, and therefore acceptable to others. The first of these had it that my mum became so annoyed with me wearing out my long trousers that she made me wear shorts. This was okay, but didn't really do it for me. But then I came across stories – well more rumours than anything else – that back in the old days bullies would humiliate boys at my school, when it was called Upperye Grammar, by making them wear shorts and then tying them up, so that everyone would see them. That, appealed so much more.

The first time I tried this out was at home, at night, in bed, where wearing my pyjama shorts I tied my ankles first together, and then to the foot of my bed. My hands I then tied – rather poorly – together with the help of my teeth, only to find that as soon as the knots were pulled tight, my little willy became as stiff as anything, and demanded to be rubbed which, of course I did. Before long the inevitable happened, and for the first time I made a mess, as I ejaculated all over myself.

From that moment on, I no longer felt so guilty about wanting to wear shorts, although I still didn't tell anyone, obviously, but there was something about being tied up that made it a lot less my fault. Or, at least, that's how I explained it to myself.

And so thing continued for a few more years until, one day when I was riding aimlessly on my bike around a neighbouring part of town, I happened to see something that nearly made me faint on the spot. It was the briefest of glimpses but, as I flew past this one house I was sure I saw a cub scout run across the road in front of my carrying a shopping bag. Now this wasn't so unusual in itself as the cubs were pretty big organisation back then, but this wasn't no ordinary scout but an old fashioned one, complete with green cap with yellow piping, kerchief and woggle, grey socks pulled to the knees with garters hanging down the outside of his legs, black shiny shoes, and, of course, grey shorts that certainly lived up to their name as they showed an awful lot of leg. Much more leg than you would expect to see on someone under the age of ten, as was normal. Naturally, I skidded my bike right around and went right back but, there was nothing and no one there.

For the few weeks, the image that I'd seen played on my mind and I started going that way home from school, even though it was miles out of my way, just in case I could catch of glimpse of the cub again but I never did. I did, however, find out who lived there, and was surprised to find that it was someone in my own year, Scott Fletcher. Unfortunately, Scott was into sports whereas I wasn't so our paths didn't cross, but I did learn he had a little brother, who'd just started in the first year. Problem was, I didn't know who he was. So I took to watching the house to see if I could find out.

It was one Saturday morning a month or so after I'd seen the cub that I happened to be outside the Scott Fletcher's house when first I saw a couple of adults – the parents – leave in a car, quickly followed by a group of boys, including one tall one and two shorter ones, one of them with ginger hair. I couldn't see them too well given that I was some distance away, but two of the boys – the non-ginger ones obviously – looked enough like each other to be brothers so that had to be Scott and his little brother, which meant the house was empty.

As nonchalantly as I could I wandered over to the house, and ducked into the garden before anyone would have the chance to see me. Thankfully the house was on the corner, so the front garden merged into a side garden and then into the back garden, all of them surrounded by a high fence that I'd found most frustrating from the other side, as I'd been able to hear voices in the garden but had been unable to see anything. Oddly, the gate wasn't even latched let alone locked, but I was so grateful about it that I didn't give it a second thought, and went right on in to get the shock of my life.

I found the cub scout. Only he wasn't dressed as a cub scout anymore, but, of all things, an old fashioned school boy, complete with school cap, long grey socks, and shorts every bit as short as the cub ones. That wasn't all though, as he was standing in the middle of an arching climbing frame to which he'd been tied, hand and foot.

The boy was facing away from me, so I couldn't see his face and, he couldn't see me, so I had the option to just leave him there, but there were just too many questions and thoughts going around my head about just what was going on.

Taking a look around the garden from my position at the gate, I noted nothing else out of the ordinary. There was a shed in one corner, and a greenhouse in the other. A single swing stood next to the climbing frame, and pretty much like something I'd seen in the garden of many of my other friends. But for the young boy tied up beneath them, of course.

The climbing frame was arched over, with rung set a couple of feet apart and it was to these that the boy's hands had been tied with ropes while his ankles were not only bound together but appeared to pegged down to the ground so he couldn't move his feet. Given that the boy's arms were stretched apart to far sides of the frame, it was obvious that he hadn't tied himself up so, clearly, Scott was something of a bully, to treat his little brother like this, but there was the matter of the clothes. Where had they come from. That was something that I had to know.

Slowly I crept around the garden to get a better look, and the more I looked then the more excited I got, so that by the time I was getting in the youngster's eye line I was aware of a stiffness in my jeans that, I could only hope wouldn't be noticed. Not that, the boy would be likely to tell anyone about what had happened. Or so I hoped anyway.

When he finally sensed I was there the boy made a muffled noise and it was then that I realised he wasn't just tied up but gagged as well which, at least meant he wasn't going to be calling for help, when he did see me, so, with that in mind, I stepped out of the shadows of the trees and directly into his view.

The boy's eyes widened under the peek of his school cap, and it was then that I realised he wasn't actually all that small. He was actually more of less the same height I was, which was very odd as I was now fourteen and I'd never met someone as young as he was, who was as tall as I was.

When the boy mumbled something again, I realised that he was trying to talk to me, so I reached over and pulled what turned out to be a sock from his mouth which allowed him to first cough, then spit and then finally to speak.

"thanks Gavin!"

I was shocked. The little kid not only knew who I was but he knew my name as well. How? I asked.

"Who are you?"

He gave me a funny look, and announced, "I'm Scott Fletcher. I'm in your year at school Gavin."

My mouth dropped open, but I didn't say anything. How could that be true? I'd seen Scott leave the house with his friends, hadn't I? So how could he still be here, in his garden, dressed in such and odd way, and tied up, clearly by someone else. Again, I asked.

"Who did this to you?"

"My brother. He's always doing stuff like this!"

That made sense. Clearly Scott had an older brother that I didn't know about, who'd waited until the rest of the family had left and then had dressed Scott up like this, and tied him to the climbing frame. This thought caused me to look around worried and ask if the brother was still there.

"No he's gone out with his mates, but he'll be back later."

"Shall I let you go?" I asked next.

"No, best not." Scott shook his head, "If you do that then Alex will know something was up, and he'd do something worse to me."

"Worse?" I questioned, looking him over, while I wondered what exactly could be worse for a fourteen year old than being tied up in such humiliating clothing. Well, for a 'normal' boy like Scott was anyway, for me I just wanted to know more. "Did your brother make you wear that stuff too?"

"Yeah, he says it's so I know what it's like to be the younger brother, so he dresses me in shorts and stuff like this then he ties me up, while he goes out with his mates."

"How long for?"

"Depends how long our parents are out for, really, but sometimes it's for hours, and there's nothing I can do but wait for him to get back."

"That sounds terrible," I lied.

"Yeah, I guess, but I've gotten used to it, so it really ain't so bad anymore, as long as no one sees me of course."

"Like me?" I asked.

"Well yeah, like you."

"Well, you needn't be." I reassured him.

Scott looked me in the eye "Why not?"

"Um… I …well… I mean… I…" Suddenly I felt like I was the one tied up in the humiliating clothes, bound to a climbing frame but then I realised that, given the situation Scott was in, he was hardly in a position to go telling tales on my, so I broke my number one rule and told him the truth. "Well sometimes, I tie myself up."

"Really?" he asked, his eyes widening as far as they could under his cap. "I used to do that to."

"You did?" I was so surprised that I stepped backwards.

"Yeah, but then I got caught doing it."

"By your brother?" I asked the parts of the story falling into place inside my head.

"Yeah, he caught me, and now I have to let him tie me up or else he'll tell everyone about what I was doing."

The somewhat classic, blackmailing bullying scenario I was being told should have made me angry but all it did was make me more excited, as that was more or less, exactly the same as one of my favour fantasies for myself. However like with most fantasies the reality was always rather different than you could imagine, as Scott soon pointed out. Complaining about the cramp that he often got when he was tied up for such a long time.

"I could untie you?" I offered again, but he soon turned that down repeating that his brother would notice if any of the knots were undone and refastened. So I asked if there was anything I could do to help him."

"Well there is one thing." He said in a whisper, clearly unsure if he should go on or not.

"What is it?" I asked.

"well, if you could rub the circulation back into my legs, that would be great."

"Oh," I said, looking down at the long expanse of bare thigh that hung out of the bottom of his shorts before they turned into his knees and then, disappeared back into his socks. "I guess!"

Not entirely sure what to do, I knelt down in front of him, and with slightly shaky hands, ran my hands around each of his socks and did what I hoped was a reasonable massage. However, it wasn't long before I had the compulsion to start to work upwards.

My hands moved like they were on automatic, moving slowly up from Scott's socks unto his actually bare flesh around his knees, where I spent a few seconds, if not minutes, making out like I was massaging his knee-caps, before I started to go even higher.

The tension in the shapely, sport defined muscles of Scott's thighs soon had my erection throbbing in my jeans, and I risked a look up to see what his reaction might be. Thankfully, although his eyes looked a little surprised, and he was biting his lower lip, he wasn't doing anything to stop me, so my hands went that little bit higher still.

Scott let out a soft gasp, as my hands moved up from his thighs onto the cloth of his shorts, and then up to cup his buttocks where I was able to squeeze both surprisingly amble cheeks, as I traced the soft curves of them around, and round to the sides where my hands started to move towards his fly where I already had a good idea of what was waiting for me. However as soon as my right hand encountered, the swollen lump that was Scott's erection, his entire body shuddered so violently, that I not only lost my grip but fell backwards and landed on my bum on the ground.

"Sorry!" Scott said, blushing like he'd been the one feeling me up rather than the other way around.

"It's okay," I tried to downplay what I'd been intended to do, and told him that I loved the way the shorts felt, rather than what was inside them.

"Oh, in that case, there's another pair, that would probably fit you. You could have them if you want!"

It wasn't what I'd been expecting him to say, but that didn't stop me from leaping at the chance of having my own pair of real short trousers. I asked where they were.

"Inside, in the basement. Just go in the backdoor, through the kitchen, down the hall, and then take the first door down to the basement."

Perhaps I should have wondered why the house was unlocked, or even thought about the fact they had a basement when no one else I knew did, but I didn't, as I was too excited to be finally able to get my hands on a pair of shorts. So without thinking of anything else I left Scott where he was and headed towards the house.

Scott's directions were perfect, and with seconds I found myself heading down into the sort of dark and gloomy basement that came right out of a horror movie. Thankfully, I soon found a light switch and the room flooded with light that showed the usual mountain of junk that you'd get in an average house. There were boxes everywhere making me wish that I'd asked just where the stuff was, but then, I spotted written on the sides of one of the top boxes the words "SCOTTY'S CLOTHES". Given this box was the only one that had been opened, it had to be the one I wanted and, sure enough it was.

Opening the box I first noted the clear space where the clothes Scott was currently wearing would have been, and then, under some other childish clothing was the familiar bottle green of the cub scout jumper I'd seen oh so briefly all those weeks ago. It was just laying there, along with the kerchief, that was already slotted into the woggle, the cap, the elastic garters, the shoes, and finally the shorts themselves.

Picking up the grey shorts, with their white lining, I realised that despite the fact I'd been lying earlier, they did feel good in my hands, which only made me wonder more what they would feel like if I put them on. So, even though this probably wasn't the time or the place to be doing so, I started to get undressed.

By the time I got all my normal clothes off, my erection had made the front of my boxers wet with pre-cum. Yet even that didn't stop me from holding the shorts open in front of my and sliding first one, and then the other leg into them, before slowly working them up my thighs until they were being fastened around my waist.

The shorts felt so good that it only seemed natural for me to pull the cub jumper over my head, and to complete the uniform by adding some long grey socks from the boxes, so I could try on the garters. Following that, I added the red and white kerchief, over my head, sliding the woggle all the way up to my neck, and then pulling the little cap down on my usually scruffy head. All I needed now was a mirror so I could see what I looked like. Problem was there wasn't one in the basement, but there had to be one someone else in the house. Didn't there?

I should have been a little nervous at the prospect of wandering around a strange house dressed as a little cub scout, but I don't think I gave it a single thought as I left the basement, and made my way up through the kitchen and hallway, to the upper floors. Where after passing quickly past the rooms I took to be those of Scott and then his little brother, I found their parent's room which, had just the mirror I was looking for.

There staring back at me, was a cute little cub scout. He had my teenaged face, but that was it. The long bare legs, the socks pulled up, the shorts, the green jumper with it's badges sewn onto the sleeves and chest, either side of the kerchief, not to mention the cap, all hid everything else I knew to be me. It was as if four, or five or even six years had been removed from my age, just by my putting on these clothes. And I loved it. In fact I loved it so much that, for the first time, I wanted someone else to see me dressed like this. Someone who was also dressed in a similar way. Scott.

Racing back downstairs, after peering out of the bedroom window to make sure he was still there, I headed back out into the garden, "So," I said as he stared at me. "How do I look?"

"Wow!" he said, "You look like a younger version of yourself."

"Yeah, I know!" I laughed, or rather I giggled, suddenly sounding just like the little kid who's clothes I was wearing.

Scott started to giggle back but then, his face went blank, before he turned white: "Crap, they're back." He yelped, "Put my gag back, so they don't notice. Quick!"

I could hear voices a short distance away but not clearly enough to tell who, or where, or how far away they were, but did as I was told, shoving the sock back into Scott's mouth, before realising, just how trapped I was. There was only two exits from the garden. One went right back into the front of the house, right where the returning people would be entering, while the other one, went into the house, where they would go. What's worse, there was the not too small matter of my clothes still in the basement. There was nothing for it, I'd have to hide and hope I could get them later.

There was a group of bushes around the sides of the corner shed, behind me so I made a dash for them, and was able to get behind them, and half between the shed and the fence, before, the worse possible thing happened, the back gate opened.

I was expecting to see a much bigger version of Scott to enter the garden but instead a smaller version did. "Still here then Scotty!" he called out in the gravely breaking voice of an pubertal boy and he wasn't alone.

"Hey Alex, can we get some photos?" yelped the ginger haired boy, I'd seen leave, holding up an instant camera.

"Sure," his taller friend replied, "Scotty won't mind, will you Scotty?"

Scott, of course said nothing, as those two boys, and then a third who had paused to latch the back gate before he came over. Clearly, I'd got it all wrong. Scott hadn't been tied up and humiliated by his older brother at all, but his younger one. The one called Alex, who I could now see bore a resemblance to the Scott I knew with his brown mop of hair, tight black jeans, with a t-shirt to match. The other two were clearly his friends, and of course, the photos they were taking would be used to blackmail Scott for months, if not years to come. Normally, of course, two fourteen year olds like me and Scott could have easily taken on three eleven year olds, but not, when one of use was tied up, and we were both dressed in little boy shorts. All I could do was wait and see what would happen.

Chapter Two

Peering though the bushes, gave me a good look at the back windows of the house, so I was fairly sure there was no one around – other than Scott of course, who was still tied to the climbing frame – so I made my move.

Creeping out in the garden, I made my way past where Scott was still held captive, and he blinked at me, which I took to be a good sign, and so continued towards the back door, where I listened carefully for sounds from inside. Thankfully, by the sound of it, Alex Fletcher and his mates were upstairs, as I could the sounds of two or more voices, coming from the top of the house. This meant the lower floors had to be clear, so in I went.

Slinking along the corridor, I made it to the kitchen easily enough, and then to the basement door, which opened without the slightest sound. Down the stairs I went, testing each one before I put any weight on it, just in case it was about to creak, but none of them did, and I made it to the ground. I daren't turn the light on, so had to wait a few minutes for my eyes to adjust to the gloom before I could start looking for my clothes. That's when the worse thing happened.

Just as my eyes were starting to make out shapes in the basement, I was blinded as the over head lights snapped on, and the basement was filled not only with bright light, but also with the banging sound of the door at the top of the stairs being thrown open.

"Looking for these!" Said a voice that was, only a silhouette but which I could tell was holding my regular clothes.

Naturally I didn't have much to say having, being caught like a rabbit in a car's headlights although I did manage a garbled "Um… I'm… I was… just…" and then I couldn't think of anything else.

"So," Alex said, tapping the foot of his trainer on the steps, "What's your name?"

I opened my mouth and was about to give him the name of someone at school, when he took my wallet from the pocket of my jeans, and started to read it.

"Gavin Luther, form 4e, eh at Upperye Comp. Oh and I see you don't live too near do you?"

Neither question needed confirming or any other comment as Alex had all the facts already at his fingertips, plus another one in front of his eyes: "I guess you like dressing up like my brother don't you?"

Given I was a fourteen year old boy dressed up like a little cup scout there wasn't any way I could deny that, and could only hope that due them being his brother's clothes, Alex wouldn't find it all that unusual, which, apparently he didn't. Oddly, though given what Scott had told me about him, Alex didn't seem all that mad either – which he had every right to be – that I'd broken in and stolen some clothes. The opposite in fact.

"Can you do me a favour?" he asked to which I said, that I could, as it wasn't as if I could say anything else. "I've got Scotty a present, but I'm not sure if its going to fit him, so seeing as you're the same size, could you try it on?"

"I guess." I shrugged, knowing that at least it would get me out of the cub uniform, and it wasn't as if I was going to want to piss him off, was it.

"Great, its in that box behind you. Yeah, that one."

I pulled out a clear plastic package, that was labelled 'Robin – ages 9-11"

"I looks a bit small to me, but the guy in the shop said it would stretch to some of Scotty's size, but I'm not so sure. Go on try it on, and see."

I'd just started to open the package when Alex asked what underwear I had on, as I'd have to take them off otherwise they'd show through the costume and look terrible. "Other than that," he continued, "It's easy to put on, just put your legs into the holes and pull it up. I'll probably have to help you with the cape, but other than that you should be able to do it yourself."

What else could I do, other than try it on. Of course I wasn't so sure about getting naked in front of the younger boy, but thankfully the basement was so full of junk that stepping behind a few boxes was all it took to hide my lower body from his view and set about taking my clothes off. All of them.

It felt even stranger this time to be naked in someone else's house, but then I'd felt pretty strange in the cub uniform, so that wasn't all that new. However, when I opened the package I did start to have second thoughts, as there didn't appear to be all that much to the costume. Clearly though it was a real 'Robin' all in one costume, which was black at the feet, up to the shins, where it went bright green for the rest of the legs and short sleeves with an equally bright red, body part, with the "R" insignia sewn in, as was a yellow cape.

The material seemed quite flimsy as I fought to get my legs into the tights, but once I had my toes down into the footed part, and was pulling them up my legs it felt a lot better. There was a pouch in the front where the red met the green for my privates, but it didn't seem to be quite big enough, until I folded my penis down over my nuts, and tucked them all backwards a touch. Only then was I able to pull the rest of the suit up, and put my arms into sleeves. It still took a few minutes of wrestling about until I could get it up onto my shoulders, where there was a couple of odd little metal rings that I couldn't work out what they for so left them while I struggled to get the zip done up at the beck, under the cape, which I really couldn't do, so that must have been what Alex had meant.

"What's it like then?" the boy demanded from the top of the stairs.

The costume was tight, and not all that comfortable, as the pouch pulled my parts upwards lightly, with the seem cutting between my nuts, separating them whilst making a right show of my penis. But these weren't exactly things I was going to explain to a younger boy, so I just stepped out from behind the boxes, so he could make up his own mind.

"Oh cute!" was his first response which isn't something any fourteen year old wants to hear but then nor does he want to have been caught in a compromising position in the first place. Still at least Alex had now put now my normal clothes on the steps whilst I'd been changing, which was something. "Move your hands so I can have a look how it fits."

My hands had, subconsciously been covering my groin, but I moved them, but only briefly and then put them back again.

"Okay, we'll have to sort that out later." The boy in black said, finally coming down the steps, and leaving my clothes in the clear, "Let me help you fasten it up the back though. Turn around."

It was something of a stupid thing to do, to turn my back on him, but at that moment it seemed like a good idea as, at least then he wouldn't be staring at my groin anymore.

"The two rings are what holds it all together," he said, pulling something from the pocket of his jeans that I couldn't quite see. "Hold you cape up, will you."

I did my best, reaching back and lifting up the yellow cape which Alex then turned over my shoulder on one side. This allowed him to get the zip all the way to the top of my neck, where it joined with the two metal rings on either side of my neck. That was when I felt something cold and heard a solid sounding click. Instinctively my hand shot up to feel what it was, and found a small combination padlock, fastened to the end of the zip, and the two rings. There was no way I'd be able to get that off, even if I could see it, meaning that I was stuck in yet another costume, and at the mercy of the younger boy who'd tricked me into it.

"Got you!" Alex said simply, backing away while I made some rather fruitless attempts to free myself and my butt crack from the suit. The fastening of the back having pulled it even higher, so the same seem that cut into my nuts was now pushing up into my crack, giving my a permanent wedgie.

"Time for the accessories." Alex announced, rummaging in the box that the package had some from and coming up with a bright yellow, belt with small holders on it which I recognised as the sort of utility belt that both Batman and Robin wore, to hold all the seemingly hundreds of special equipment they needed to fight crime. This he put around my waist with the buckle behind my back. It was then that I noticed there was a space in the holders on either side where instead of the boxes were rings of leather. It wasn't long before I found out what these were for.

Wasting no time, once the belt was on, Alex took one of my arms, bent it to my side and within seconds had the leather loop not only buckled around my wrist, but fastened there with yet another padlock. I was still trying to escape from that, when he did the same with my other arm, and my hands both ended up uselessly fastened at the sides of my waist.

"That will keep your hands out of the way." Alex laughed like only a young boy could, his voice raising and lowering a couple of octaves in the process. Before, suddenly his voice became serious. "Right then, let's go and see what the others think."

"Others?" I blurted but it was already too late, as my only release from the Robin costume was now heading up the stairs, turning off the light as he went. My clothes were right there in front of my, but with my hands locked at my sides, not to mention the costume padlocked in place, there was nothing I could do with them. I had no option but to go up stairs too.

The moment I emerged from the basement into the kitchen I was met by a blinding flash as at least two instant cameras captured the way I looked on film forever.

"Smile!" I was told, even though I still couldn't see, and that was followed by several more instructions as the pictures continued to be taken. "Turn sideways." Was one, followed by, "Turn around!" and so on until I was photographed from every angle there was, and then from a couple of others.

When it was all over and the cameras were put away, the ginger boy had a question: "Hey Alex you didn't gag him."

"Yeah, I know Joey." Came the reply, "But thought that would look odd in the photos, but since they'd done now we'll do it now."

From somewhere behind him, Alex produced a medium sized rubber ball attached at both ends to a thin chain, that, at one end, had a clasp. He held it up in front of my face where for some reason beyond my control I opened my mouth, allow him to push the ball inside, where the rubber expanded to fill my mouth completely. At the same time, Alex, pushed the chains attached to it around the back of my head, where they were fastened with a padlock.

"Right," Alex announced after another couple of photos of me gagged were taken, "Let's take him outside to see his little mate shall we."

Outside! The word filled me with horror, but locked and gagged as I was, I really couldn't resist going, especially not with Alex Fletchers two henchmen pushing and prodding me along the corridor, towards the back door and out into the garden. All I could do was make a mumbled sound behind the ball gag, which did next to nothing to prevent me from ending up in the garden where, Scotty the short trousered schoolboy was waiting.

"I bought you a little play pal, Scotty," Alex told his brother, "I think you recognise the costume he's got on?"

The look in Scott's eyes clearly demonstrated that this was far from the first time anyone had worn the Robin suit, but, no one was either in the mood or able to let me in on whatever had been going on before I arrived, between these two brothers. At least not yet. For that I would have to wait. In the meantime, Alex had some plans of his own.

I was pushed forward so that I stood directly in front of Scott, so close that we were actually touching, which is how we were about to be tied. The smaller of Alex's lackeys produced a load of rope from somewhere, and, kneeling down, started to tie my ankles to Scott's previously bound, and pegged down legs, so that I would be unable to walk away. His mate – the ginger one – at the same time, used another length of rope to bind my things to Scott's. Then the short kid, bound my waist to Scott's, and so on up our bodies until I was every bit as helpless as Scott was, only I wasn't tied to the climbing frame at all, just to him.

Suddenly I was very aware of the heat of Scot's bare legs brushing against the skin tight clothing I was in. I could feel his warm breath coming out of his nose, on my cheeks as our heads pressed together, side by side. The pair of us squirming slightly as we sought to find a comfortable place to rest our bodies. Consequently, from all that rubbing and friction, I got an erection like none other, which pressed out against the cloth holding it, and against the other boy who was pressing into it, with a clearly defined erection of his own.

There was only fabric between us, and with our waists bound together, it wasn't easy but within seconds of the bondage being finished both Scott and I were humping each other. Neither of us could speak, but our eyes were so close it was like we could see directly into each other's souls and that, enabled us to see just how much we were both enjoying what should have been a totally humiliating situation. Enjoying it so much, that it wasn't long before we were both making our respective clothing damp and sticky from the juices that first seeped and then spurted from our erections.

When it was all over, there was nothing for us to but rub our cheeks together and ponder the situation that we'd ended up in. There was nothing we could do about it, of course, but worry about the possibility of being spotted by a neighbour, a passer-by or worse than either of those, someone I actually knew. As it turned out, the only people to see us were Alex and his friends, who came back into the garden less than half an hour later.

"So, kiddies," Alex teased, "How do you two like being tied up together?"

Of course we couldn't answer, but we didn't need to, as it seems what we'd felt about the situation was somewhat visible on the bright green of my tights as Ross, the smaller of the two stooges, soon spotted.

"Well, well, well!" laughed Alex, sending the boy off to get the camera so our shame could be recorded. "Looks like you've both been naughty little boys, and we all know what happens to naughty little boys don't we?"

I had no idea, but from the look in his eyes, Scott certainly did but it wasn't until Alex was selecting a thin, strand of willow from the root of the largest tree in the garden, that I caught on that I was going to be spanked for the first time in my life. It was something that I had thought about before, but which had never actually happened. My parents didn't believe in it, but I knew that boys in short trousers in the old days had to put up with things like that going on, and had imagined what it would be like to be spanked. Yet, the willow switch wasn't something I'd thought of, and being thin and flexible, it sure looked like it was going to sting. Yet that, realisation, just made my erection return.

Alex tested the switch in the air, behind me so I could hear the soft, high-pitched whistle as it flew through the air. While he was doing that one of his followers carefully lifted up the bottom half of my cape, and tucked it into the ropes around my waist, so that it wouldn't get in the way of my bottom, making me feel even more exposed than before as I could only imagine how my rear would look with the costume, pulled up high between my buttocks as it was. Although it wasn't long before I had something else to think about.

Again, I heard the sound of the switch cutting through the air behind me. This time I tensed, expecting an impact but there wasn't one. Not until another three tests had been carried out, only then did it strike across my tightly clad rear.

THWACK!

It didn't sting quite as much as I thought it would have, but all the same I yelped into the ball in my mouth, while my erection throbbed for the same, and yet quite different reason.

THWACK!

My heart raced at the second blow, and continued to do so as the whipping continued.

THWACK! THWACK!

Each blow stung the instant it was delivered but then would quickly fade to a dull burn, that gave my erection just enough time to throb in anticipation of the next blow.

THWACK! THWACK!

The younger boy, at first concentrating on the swellings of my buttocks but sometimes missing and striking my upper thighs while I twitched and turned as much as I could in my bonds.

THWACK! THWACK!

The pace quickly got faster and faster, until there was next to no time between the sharp strikes I was feeling across my rear, and the resulting throbbing in front.

THWACK! THWACK!

Twitching against the hot, hard body I was tied to, each and every time I was struck by that thin flexible stick, soon had me racing towards a second climax, yet even as I was shivering my way to ecstasy my punishment continued.

After a minute of so, Alex got both bored and tied or whipping me, especially now I was no longer in any fit state to make any sort of reaction to what he was doing. At this point he handed the willow stick over to his followers, to deal out a similar sort of punishment on Scott's helpless body.

When the first blow struck my companion, Scott pushed his hips towards me, directly against my own still throbbing semi-erection. Due to my own recent pleasure, I was rather sensitive down there so this wasn't all that welcome, but of course, I couldn't do about it, even though the additional stimulation was almost like torture to me.

Thankfully, it didn't take Scott long to start to enjoy what was happening to him, even though he probably couldn't feel the switching as much as I did, due to the thickness of the school shorts he had on. Still, it wasn't long before he was grinding himself hard into me, and was then producing a wet and sticky substance that soaked through the costumes we both wore to mix with the what I had earlier produced.

Once Scott had reached his climax, all the resistance went out of his body just as it had done mine, earlier, which took most of the fun out of the spanking, as far as the younger boys were concerned, and switch was abandoned, in favour of plans that were hastily being put together for our future.

"I think," Alex said, "That Scotty should invite his new friend over to spend the night, don't you boys?"

Chapter Three

"Are you sure it is okay with Mrs Fletcher for you to stay over." My mum asked via the phone that was being held up to my ear.

"Yes mummy!" I confirmed using the types of juvenile terms that best suited a boy wearing a Robin costume, tied to a climbing frame. Not that my mother seemed to notice that I was using terminology that I hadn't for five or more years. She had more motherly things on her mind.

"Shall I get your dad to run your pyjamas over?"

"No!" I shuddered, shouting a little, at the thought of her seeing me how I was right then, but with Alex Fletcher waving the whipping rod around, I soon made a more reasoned argument, that also happened to be the truth, "It's okay mum, I can wear something of Scotty's."

Two of the three younger boys surrounding me giggled at that statement, loud enough for my mum to hear them and ask who it was, so I told her the truth, about Alex having his friends over for the night. Of course, I forgot to mention that his parents, or any other adult, wasn't going to be there. For some reason, she just assumed they would be.

"That's great then son," Mum finally finished up, "I'll see you tomorrow, then, unless you want to go to school directly from the Fletchers on Monday?"

The relief was probably clearly apparent in my voice as I said "Thanks mum!", and the phone was removed from my ear, and hung up. Joey, who'd been holding it, then winding the lead up as he took it back into the house. Meanwhile Ross, put the gag back in my mouth and then, backed away from me just before a jet of iced cold water hit me.

Alex Fletcher stood at the side for house, a hose pipe in his hands, with which he proceeded to spray all over both me and his bother. The pair of us still bound and gagged in place so were in no position to complain so, like everything else that had been done to me that day, and to Scott, for who knows how long, we just had to put up with it until Alex got bored which, thankfully didn't last all that long, although by then we were both drenched from head to foot.

"Get them down!" the eleven year old mini master said, just as Joey returned to the garden.

The ropes we were tied with were also wet, so it took a while for the smaller boys to get us untied, and I don't think that it could have come soon enough. I hadn't even been tied up all that long, at least not compared to Scott, but it was longer than ever before. On the occasions when I'd tried to tie myself up, I'd only remain bound for a short period, and then I'd hurriedly untie myself, and put everything away before anyone noticed what I was up to so I wouldn't have to explain what I was up to. Of course, now I wouldn't need to explain anything as it wasn't my fault, but then I didn't exactly trust Alex Fletcher either.

Being bossed around by another boy had long been a fantasy of mine but now it was happening I was finding it not only as exciting as I'd imagined but a lot more frightening too. While I liked the idea of being dressed up in humiliating clothes, bossed around, tied up, spanked and all the rest, Alex clearly had more on his mind than the things I'd thought off, and yet, I didn't have any way of controlling the situation, and neither did Scott either. So, at least, I wasn't in this on my own.

Shivering and shaking now in the garden in the wet clothes we were led over to the back door, only to be stopped on the threshold, where Alex gave the one word order, I probably should have expected. "Strip!"

Clearly we couldn't go into the house dripping wet as we were, yet it still came as a surprise to me to be told to get naked by a younger boy. Not so to Scott though who, no sooner was the order given than he was removing the soggy remains of the old style schoolboy uniform he was wearing, until he was standing there naked. Clearly I then had no option but to follow his lead, which I did, until we were both naked with our hands covering our groins, while the younger boys just stared at us.

"Pathetic!" was Alex's eventful view on the pair of us, and I couldn't really blame him, as the cold water and done little to make me look all that impressive, as everything had shrunk back.

"Right then," continued Alex, when he felt we'd been humiliated enough, "Pick up your wet stuff and take it to the laundry room, then come up the bathroom so we can get you clean up, and don't take all day."

Picking up the wet Robin costume I followed Scott through the house. We were no longer dripping but the costumes were, which caused some problems, as we made our way through the kitchen and out into a small room beyond it where the Fletcher's kept their domestic machinery. There, Scott took over, without a word, placing both costumes into a machine, added washing powder, and something else to make them soft, before starting the machine up. Clearly he'd done this before, and indeed he had, having been forced, by Alex, to take over the chores both of them had been given, plus some extras that would keep them in their parent's good books and give Alex the freedom to do all the things he wanted, both with and to his big brother.

Once the washing was underway, we made our way back through the house and up the stairs to the bathroom. Again I followed Scott which offered me a great view of his bottom, especially as we climbed the stairs. Not surprisingly it had red faint red lines from the whipping he'd both had, but there were also other marks on it, that proved that hadn't been the first time Alex had punished him. Not that I thought for one moment that it had been. There was one thing I was surprised about though, and that was that Scott didn't appear to have started growing pubic or pit hair yet. He was, if anything slightly taller than me, and from the few words he'd spoken, his voice had clearly broken, but yet there wasn't a strand of hair below his neck line. I was soon to find out why that was.

The bathroom we ended up in was a decent size family bathroom, decorated in the usual pale blue, with a large bathtub, sing, toilet and the other usual things you'd expect to see along with a long, full length mirror. Alex and his friends were already there and had part filled the tub with water, which we were told to get into.

The water was on the hot side of warm, but comforting, after the cold showered we'd previously had, so I didn't have any trouble in sitting down at one end, facing Scott, who sat at the other end, looking back at me.

"Right then brats." Alex throw two bars of soap into the water, "Get washed!"

I grab the bar nearest too me and started to soap up my arms, but that wasn't what the youngster had in mind.

"No, wash each other, and do it properly, or else."

Reaching forward I started to wash the nearest part of Scott I could reach which turned out to be his right leg. He instantly froze but didn't stop me, and after a short while started to relax once more, and I could feel the tension coming out his legs, as I worked my hands up and down his shin. Problem was once I'd reached Scott's feet I had no option but to start going in the other direction, and, of course, that meant I was going to start getting close to his privates. Naturally though, I stopped before I got there. Or tried too anyway.

"Wash each other properly." Alex warned, adding, "All over!"

Now I was being ordered to do it I felt less guilty, my hand moving between Scott's legs where I wasn't all that surprised to find that his once soft little penis was now growing, stiffening to my touch, just as mine would do when it came time for the situations to be reversed.

By the time we'd finished washing each other all over, Alex had managed to put together the next thing he wanted to do which involved some weird stuff that he'd got from the cabinet in the bathroom, that looked like a rubber hot water bottle with a long tube attached to it.

"Get on your knees, bending over the side of the bath!" we were told and at once I got an idea of what the thing was for. And I wasn't wrong. It was going up my bum.

I was probably more adventurous than most boys my age, back then, so had already put my finger, and various other things up my bum bigger than the hose was, but the sensation of having something else do the same, was very weird indeed. Mind you, I wasn't prepared for what happened when Alex released the clip on the hose and water started to flow in through my back door.

The water kept on coming until it felt as if my abdomen would burst, but Alex kept on going until the enema bag was completely drained. Only when it was did he remove the tube from my bottom, warning me that I'd better not leak while he did the same thing to his brother. That wasn't all that easy to do, but I did my best to constrict my bum hole closed until Scott was as filled as I was. Then I was allowed to empty myself into the toilet.

Once we were both cleaned inside I got to discover why Scott looked the way he did. Alex telling us to stand with our hands behind my heads, with out legs slightly spread, while he plugged in his dad's electric razor and hair trimmer. Then, slowly, and very surely he passed the buzzing machine all around his brothers groin and under his arms, and then did the same with me, until my pubes and pit hair were nothing but a scattered mess on the bathroom floor, and I was once more as hairless as at little kid with all signs of my teen status removed from my nude body.

"Right, that's more like it." Alex announced when he was done, "You can clean up in here, while Scotty comes downstairs and fixes us something to eat. Join us when you're done."

Left alone in the bathroom, I took a few moments to look at my new body in the mirror, marvelling at just how much younger I now looked without my pubes, before I set about the chores I'd been set. I never really did housework at home but I'd seen mum do it enough times to know what to do, so after rinsing the bathtub out, picking up the towels, putting a brush to the toilet bowel, cleaning out the razor, and then putting everything away, I finally made my way downstairs again.

In the living room, Alex and his friends were sitting on the sofa watching something on TV, while Scott – who of course was still naked like I was – stood to one side, with a tray of snacks that he would offer to any of the three should they ask for it.

"Ah good, the drinks waiter is here." Alex turned to me, "Go and get the drinks and offer them around. Hurry now, and don't spill anything or we'll have to punish you. Go on."

I did as I was told, finding a tray in the kitchen that had already been prepared – by Scott obviously – with cans of soft drink and cups to drink them from. These I then bought back into the living room and offered around, just like Scott had been doing with the snacks.

The evening continued pretty much like that, with the three dressed youngster watching TV on the sofa while Scott and I, remained naked, and serving them snacks or drinks as or when they wanted them. At once point, Alex caught me looking at the TV and from there on, I had to stand in the corner of the room, between the serving drinks, with my nose pressed to the wall, with my hands behind my head. If I slouched, or otherwise drifted away, Alex, or one of his friends would shout at me to get me back in line again.

Finally, they'd had enough. Well it was either that, or they just wanted something to do when there was a break in their programmes – but the result was the same.

"Right then," Alex said, shutting off the TV, "Time for you brats to have a spanking. Follow me."

I wasn't sure I'd heard right. Was the eleven year old really intending to give both of us fourteen year olds, a spanking. It just didn't bare thinking about, yet even as I did, I could feel my willy start to stiffen.

Alex got up from the sofa, pulled one of the chairs out from the dinning table, next to where I'd been standing in the corner, and sat on it. With the crock of his finger he gestured for me to come closer which I did, so close in fact, that he was able to reach for my willy, and yank down on it. Naturally this meant that I bent over in pain, which made it a hell of a lot easier to then topple my larger body forward, across his lap. In doing so my willy struck the thigh of Alex's jeans and became bent backwards as I went forwards, forcing me to push with my feet to get my body higher, and relieve the pressure on my privates. This thought, wriggled my bum into a position that was now perfect for a spanking.

"Make one move," I was warned, "Or put your hands in the way, and I'll start again. Understand."

I nodded unable to speak, my mouth strangely dry and not just from being tipped upside down either. My hands already gripping onto the legs of Alex's chair, in order to keep my balance. My head hanging down, meaning that I missed Alex's hand go up in the air.

SMACK!

"Oh!" I gasped at the loud sound that came from my rear, causing it to clench tight as a wave of pain flooded in. But that was only the beginning.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

"Ohhh!" My gasps become longer as the heat rose in my rear.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

My legs flinched involuntarily.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

I moaned, I groaned, slowly getting louder with each and every blow.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

While, all the time Alex let loose a steady, and clearly very practised, barrage on my bared backside with all of the strength he could muster.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

"AAAAAAAGGGGGGGGHHHHH!!" my cries were, by now, a long almost continues cry. My legs flailed wildly. My bum bouncing on Alex's lap as I felt what was like having a barbecue burning on my rear. But Alex just continued spanking away, like a machine.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

I was bawling full on, with intermittingly bleating out the sort of high pitched squeals that a teenager shouldn't be able to made anymore, whenever Alex landed a particularly well placed smack.

"Spread your legs." Alex ordered, without waiting for me to comply but using his own hands to do it for me. This allowed him access to my inner thighs which he then attacked.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Already both my cheeks felt like they were glowing red from my waist down to almost my knees, and Alex seemed intent on making sure they stayed that way forever.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Then, suddenly he stopped and my once yowling down shifted to uncontrollable sobbing as Alex pulled me up from his lap and sent me back into the corner, while at the same time he ordered Joey to take his place on the chair, and for Scotty to bend over the red head's lap for his spanking.

For the next ten minutes Scott's bare bottom received everything that mine had from the another younger boy and by the end of it he too was bawling his eyes out, kicking his legs, and begging for the assault to stop but, of course it didn't until Alex ordered to be finished.

"Ross's turn!" Alex announced, pointing to the smallest of his friends, "But I think you two have had enough spanking for one day, don't you?"

Ross looked clearly disappointed but Scott and me certainly weren't as we agreed with Alex's ruling. That though proved to be a mistake as we soon realised when we were told to go around the back of the couch and bend over it. Alex and Joey, took up position in front of the couch where they held our arms down so we could move, as the shortest boy, pulled a ping pong bat from under the back of the couch and set to work, on our already bright red bums.

SWOT! SWOT! SWOT! SWOT!

He may have been small, but with the weapon in his hand, Ross was totally in control. He worked slowly, slapping the bat into either Scott or I, on buttock at a time, before taking his time before lining up the next blow into another target until all four buttocks had been given the same treatment. Then he started again.

SWOT! SWOT! SWOT! SWOT!

Scott was still sobbing when he bent over, but it wasn't long before I was joining him, in having a backside that felt like flames were leaping out of it.

SWOT! SWOT! SWOT! SWOT!

Each blow was met with a squeal from who ever it landed on with Ross giving enough time for that cry to die down before he caused the next one.

SWOT! SWOT! SWOT! SWOT!

Thankfully the paddling didn't last anywhere near as long as the spankings that had gone before it had done, but by then the damage was already done. So when Alex announced that the programme they'd been waiting for was about to start, it was only Ross who was disappointed.

When the three youngsters got back to watching TV, Scotty and I, once more had to serve them drink with our bright red, sore, bottoms and were then told to go and stand in the corner for the remainder of the movie. This proved to be none to comfortable as, with your hands behind your head, your body becomes stretched out, and that does little to easy a sore bottom so it was some relief when the movie finally ended, over and Alex said it was time for bed, I for one was relieved. Scott though, didn't look as pleased as you may have thought he would be.

Chapter Four

For the first time since I'd arrived, uninvited at the Fletcher house, Scotty and I, were left alone, as they three youngsters went to get ready for bed. We though, had to clean up the mess they had made first, which took some time. Enough time, in fact, for me to hear just how the brothers had ended up with the power balance reversed between them. Not that I was going to have all that much time to think about it as, just as we were finishing our chores the boys reappeared.

"You done?" Alex asked, the three of them looking here and there to make sure that we were. The had changed out of their jeans and t-shirts and into a pair of shorts each which, clearly was what they were going to sleep in. This, as it had done for me and Scott, made them appear younger than they had looked when they were fully dressed, but given that we were still naked – with sore bottoms – they still appeared older than we were. Ross and Joey had strips of cloth over their shoulders that at first I took to be t-shirts but were, in fact, just kerchiefs, with which they intended to blindfold us both.

"Turn around!" we were instructed, by Alex who at this point stood to one side, just watching and not really taking part, allowing his minions to do his work for him. Which they did, binding not only the kerchiefs around our heads but also placing folded hankies directly on our eyes, just to make sure that we couldn't see anything.

"Open your mouths!"

This order was more expected but the rubber ball that was then pressed into my mouth wasn't, yet still I did nothing to prevent it going back in there, and for the straps coming from either side of it to be buckled around the base of my neck.

"Move over to the bar area!"

Given that we couldn't see where we were going, and couldn't talk to ask for directions this wasn't all that easy, especially as no one offered us any help to me in finding my way around the largely unfamiliar house. This I could only do in the end by following the sounds Scott made as he shuffled his way from the living room and into the other front room in the house where, although I'd never been, I was to later find out was where their parents did their entertaining. Their father having built a pub bar at one end, complete with high wooden stools with brass plates at the bottom so they could be screwed into the floor. This is where we were going to spend the night. But not on the lush leather sofas at the other end of the room.

Given he was leading the way, and no doubt knew the drill, Scotty went first, leaving me to wait in darkness for what seemed like and age. An age that was filled with strange noises and snatches of speech that didn't make any sense. "Don't be a baby!", "You've had bigger!" and, most often, "Keep still!" were said by various voices, while I could only wonder what was going on and wait my turn.

When my time game, four hands grabbed at my arms, pulling them behind my back. At first I resisted, if only a little, before I realised that it was now my turn to have done, whatever had been done to Scott. Ross and Joey worked very effectively together, binding my wrists with a length of rope, both tighter and more effectively then I'd ever had them tied before. Or that's how it felt anyway. They didn't stop there either. Once my wrists were tied, they then bound my elbows the same way, until the entire length of my forearms were pressed together, before finishing off by wrapping what felt like yards of rope around my chest and upper arms, so that my limbs were totally pinned where they were, behind my back.

"Time to get on the stool!" Alex's voice called out, from the other end of the room.

I was guided by my shoulders over to the bar, and then back up to one of the stools.

"Lift up your leg and put it on the rung, where I show you." Ross, or it may have been Joey, told me, actually lifting my foot and putting it into place, some eight inches [20 cm] from the ground.

"Right, lift yourself up and put your other foot up, but don't sit down just yet." The same voice instructed me.

I did as I was told, suspecting that they wanted to tie my feet to the bottom of the stool before they moved on, but there was much more to it than that, as I was about to find out.

Standing, blindfold and gagged, perched on the narrow foothold of the stool I felt a little unsafe, as the two younger boys fiddled with something behind me, while never actually doing anything to me for a few minutes. By the time I was told I could sit down, I was more than a little grateful, though that soon changed when something touched my bottom.

I couldn't work out what it was, but something poked my right buttock, which was still sore from the spanking so I was only too happy to pause in my sitting down, so that the object could be moved out of the way. Only it wasn't moved out of the way, completely. Sure if stopped being pressed into my buttock, but instead it ended up pressing against my anus instead.

Suddenly, the hands that had been holding me steady, moved from my waist and elbows up to my shoulders where, totally without warning, they both pushed and pulled me down onto the stool. Hard.

Behind the gag I let loose a scream as whatever it was, broke through my sphincter and on into my bottom.

"Don't be a baby!" Alex shouted out, with a laugh in his voice, just as he'd said to his brother, as the item continued to travel up inside me, his henchmen continuing to pull me down onto it. And the further it went, then the wider it got.

I squirmed, attempting to get away from the invading item, as my anus was stretched wider and wider, but with two, smaller yet strong boys, holding me on either side, there was no where I could go especially once my feet started to slip from the thin rung they were on.

The shifting of my weight caused by my feet coming off the rung, was the final straw and just as I thought the invader was going to split me in half, it popped all the way in, and got a lot smaller, which was a hell of a lot less painful, if not all that comfortable especially now my well spanked buttocks were pressed into the hard wooden seat on top of the bar stool.

The butt plug – as that's what it was – now anchored me to the stool, as it had been fastened down by some means I never did really work out, but which meant that I couldn't move that one spot, and that's before my feet and legs were tied up, which is what was done next.

No doubt still on either side of me, Joey and Ross, picked up my feet from the rung of the stool and forcing my legs apart, the bent my knees so that the flats of my feet were pressing into the single metal upright beneath the seat. My feet were then tied into that position, with cords connecting not just my ankles, but my toes as well, with a final cord making sure that I couldn't lower my feet either, as it was tied to the underside of the seat itself. This also meant that I couldn't close my legs either, leaving me rather venerable especially as the butt plug was giving me an erection.

At this point the two boys who had tied me up, backed away so I thought that my bondage was finished but it wasn't, as Alex had saved the final part for himself. The first thing I knew about that being when the head of my erection was lassoed in a thin bit of twine that was pulled upwards and tied to the ropes going around my chest, stretching my willy to its fullest point.

My nuts came to his attention next. Each of them being bound in a similar way to my willy, encircled in thin twine, before being pulled and stretched downwards, along the seat of the stool, before going underneath it, between by bound ankles and then up the other side where they were tied off to my bound hands. This not only made sure that I stayed sat on the butt plug, but ensured that I couldn't make the slightest movement in any direction without knowing about it.

"Night-night brats!" Alex said when everything had been checked and double checked. "We're going to bed now. Try not to get up to anything won't you."

His friends laughed at the obvious joke, but neither Scott nor I did, as it was anything but a joke to us to be left trussed up as we were on the bar stools for the entire night, but, there was nothing we could do about it.

The last sounds I heard that night being the click of a camera shutter and the smell of old fashioned flash bulbs going off, as out pictures were taken. Young voices then laughing and jeering at the instant photos that were then produced, followed by a door closing, and, finally, a key turning in a lock that would ensure we would be stuck there with nothing to do but think about just what was going to happen in the morning.

The End