RJM

The Boy in the Woods

A Fantasy by two hands
Based on an True Experience of one of them

Intro

24 July 1992 6:30 pm

Eventually I gave up. I went on doing my shopping. Suddenly he was there following me so I got a good look at him. I could see the outline of his cock and balls. His cock appeared hard. He kept on playing with it and moving it from side to side. He realised that I was looking at him as our eyes meet four or five times. I think he liked being looked at and he clearly knew that he was good looking. Maybe he comprehended what he was doing to someone like me. He kept walking away from his family and going round the store on his own.

A little later I was looking at some toys when he strolled up and stopped, just on my right side. I had a three-quarter view of him. He continued to rub his cock though the thin shorts, moving it from side to side. Then he put his hand right down between the top of his shorts and his waist. This pulled his shorts away from his body so I could see his hard circumcised cock and the rest of his crotch. He was hairless there and his skin was white which contrasted with the rest of him which was well sun tanned. His cock pushed out well away from him as he played with his balls. He took his hand out of his shorts and looked up at me. He then walked off to the tills where his mum was paying for their shopping. Then off they went.

Chapter 1

"Hi." he says and you smile at him. "Hi. It's a beautiful day," he continues.

"Yes. Isn't it?"

You talk together and you ask him if he is going for a swim. He looks up at the sky and he says "Yes. The sun is so hot. I need to cool off."

He takes off his skin tight running shorts. All he has on underneath is a posing pouch type of swimming costume. It has a white nylon triangle in the front, cord round the waist and some more cord that goes between his legs and joins the other at the waist. You cannot see all this cord as the cleft of his arse covers it up so his rear looks naked.

Once he has removed the shorts, he sits there and watches you admire his body. His cock and balls show clearly through the white translucent triangle of nylon. His cock moves and starts to get hard. You can see it pressing hard against the nylon. A drop of liquid oozes between the cock head and material making a small clear window. After you are in heaven for an eternity, he stands up and jumps into the pool. After swimming for ten or fifteen minutes, he gets out and, shivering, and exclaims "That water weren't half cold."

There was no one else there so you say "Let me dry you off before you catch a death of cold."

He picks up his towel and gives it to you. You put it over his head and start to dry his hair.

He takes his costume right off. He stands completely naked, letting you rub the towel over his head, down his body, round his legs and eventually up to his bottom. Finally you dry his cock and balls! Surprise, surprise his cock is rock hard and standing out straight in front of him. He is a new Narcissus but you want him humanly warm not a flower however beautiful.

He is sun tanned nearly everywhere while his snow white bum stands out in glorious contrast. You handle his cock squeezing his balls quite hard. You both continue to use the towel as an excuse. You rub that rough towel up and down his circumcised cock. His breathing gets ragged. Eventually he sits with one leg on either side of you. Then he lies down letting his body soak up the sun. He encourages you to continue rubbing his cock and balls and worshipping his body stretched out excitingly before you. You drop the unnecessary towel and carry on playing with his body. He lays back passively and allows your hands free rein. They roam at will over his stomach, sides, legs, thighs, even up into his secret rosebud. Worshipping the outstretched Ganymede (whose name lead to the word catamite) at your feet, you quiz him. You want to know what he has done, what he likes to do and what he would love to try out.

He surprises you by exclaiming "SIR! You can do what you want, SIR!"

You let that comment stand but tell him to describe exactly what he has done so far. He looks up at you and says, "All of it! Everything!"

You nod and wait for him to continue.

"Well six months ago my dad remarried. My new stepmother has a fourteen year old daughter, Sharon, who looks after me and my training under the watchful, but approving, eye of her mother."

"Sharon has made me her slave. She smacks my cock and balls. She gives me the cane frequently and has even used the birch on my bum. Three months ago she circumcised me, because there was a nasty smell, she said, from under my foreskin. At seven o'clock each morning I had to stand completely naked at the end of my bed so she could inspect my body. Usually she would them wank me off once or twice. She always liked to push the foreskin back very hard as it would make me cry. On this Saturday morning she did not wank me but tied me to the bed. She whipped my prick and balls a bit before retying me so I couldn't move an inch. She called for her mother and my dad to come in and told them, and me, what she intended to do. Dad begged his wife not to let Sharon do it but she only replied If you say one more thing. I will do it to you as well. He paused but then whispered OK! Go ahead! That was exactly what Sharon did. She is a guide and has studied first aid but she does not know anything else about hygiene or medical matters as far as I know."

You continue squeezing his balls and rubbing your hand over the tightly stretched skin of his rod. You look carefully the scar is still unnaturally red. You rub the tip and it floods with his precome.

"Yes!" you exclaim although he already knew your answer. You don't stop toying with his cock and its hole for an instant. You take out a notebook.

"Well! I couldn't move the slightest bit to stop her. She took a firm grip on my prick and pulled the foreskin as far forward over the top of my cock as she could. She picked up a pen and marked the foreskin. She let go of it but she picked up a very sharp knife and sliced into the skin. I tried to get away but couldn't move at all. She just continued to cut off my lovely foreskin. She said as she worked This will do you good! I was crying and trying to get away. Then taking some thread and a needle, she sewed it up. She used ten stitches. Then she rubbed the whole area with something like after shave. It hurt like hell. I passed out and, when I came to, my cock had a tube in the hole at the top and there was a bandage around the crown. My whole prick was throbbing like mad. Someone gave me something to eat and Dad told me to go back to sleep. It will be better in five or six days. You'll see. I actually fell asleep."

"Later I awoke and I had a hard on. My prick was hurting like mad, I thought that the skin was being pulled away from the head of my cock. It was hours before I shut my eyes again. Oh! It hurt so much that I cried and cried. It was like that most mornings for what seemed like months. Dad said «You must be patient. The skin has to stretch before it will get better. »"

You look down at his cock. Carefully you take the thin pen from the spine of your notebook and push it down the eye of his prick. He starts to pull his prick away. Suddenly he takes his cock in his hand and pushes the prick forward as if to 'swallow' your pen. He starts to move his hips so his cock goes up and down the shaft of the pen. His hand drops away but his hips continue to move. He is working himself up on your pen. You massage his steel hard shaft with your other hand, using his precome to moisten everything.

Soon he is well on the way to having a climax. You wonder if he can shoot yet or if he would have a dry come. He is going like mad, begging you one moment to stop and the next not to. All his muscles are flexing and he is writhing on the ground and just can't keep still. You say to him. "If you do not stop moving, I will punch your balls – hard. You will then have some reason for wriggling around."

You grab his balls and try to squeeze them to the size of peanuts. You tell him that he must let his spunk go or you will force it out of his balls. While you know that he is trying to keep still, it is hard for him to do so… while he is actually coming.

He finishes the pumping motions so you move your hand down to his hole. With his precome and come on your fingers, you rub them over it and gradually start to work your first finger in.

First one finger.

Then a second.

He rolls himself over and he lifts his bum right up so it is easier for you to finger fuck him. He obviously knows you are about to give him a good fucking.

You continue for a bit working your fingers in and out of his hole. He moves his arse on your fingers as if they are a piston and his arse the cylinder of some unimaginable human engine. Somehow he undoes your fly and gets out your dick. He is careful not to wipe off its precome and he makes sure it is ready to go up his hole.

You examine his arse and notice some interesting thin red lines going from one side to the other. With your hand, you start smacking that glorious mound and warming it up. You say, "When it is warm enough, I will screw you to the ground. I will then fill your arse with my lovely warm man juice." Without pausing your slapping, you continue, "What are these red lines going across your bum? Tell me at once! How and when did you get them?"

You stop to get your breath and he replies, "Well! Two weeks ago Dad and my stepmother went away for the weekend. It was something to do with Dad's job. I think. Sharon was left in charge of me for the weekend. She has some friends to stay."

"On the Friday night I had to serve at table. All Sharon would let me wear was my swimming costume. As I served dinner, each of them in turn would pinch my bum and rub their hands up the inside of my thighs. The girls were far the worst. Sometimes those darn hands would roam right up to my balls squeezing them or pulling them right out into the open. Sharon made me stand still and let them 'enjoy' themselves. Naturally during the meal I got a hard on. Sharon said «We will punish you later for that. «"

"I have to strip (not that I had much to take off), then do the washing up. Sharon had me go up to my room, and bend over the end of my bed and wait. Fifteen year old John came up first. Taking me firmly by the arm, he took me to the bath room. The bath was full of very hot water. He lifted me up and dropped me right into it. Naturally I asked him to add some cold water, but all he did was to hit me just behind the knees so I collapsed. I was now kneeling in the bath with my cock and balls half in and half out of the scalding water. Oh! Did it hurt! I kept trying to get my body a little bit higher. If only I could have got my cock and balls right out of the water, every time he just pushed me back down. My cock and balls went from their normal white to a pink then bright red. He took a sisal bath mitt and started to wash me saying «I don't like dirty boys. They must be nice and clean. » He washed me everywhere. I could hear my stepsister and Trudie giggling in the back ground."

"John was especially rough on my genitals. I was going to rebel, but luckily thought better of it. There were three of them and they were going to work me over no matter what I did. I could take it or fight it but if I fought I might get something a lot worse. John then hauled me from the bath and bent me over the bath stool. All three of them gave me a hard hand smacking. I was very wet and it stung like mad. Worse still when anyone smacks me, my cock always gets big and they all noticed it! All of them took turns drying me and John and Trudie carried me back to my room. Once there, they tied me to my old school desk with my bum right up in the air. They then had the easiest of targets to swat."

"However, it all went quiet and to my surprise they did not touch my arse or anywhere else for that matter. This was even more scary as I thought about what sadistic things they might be planning. Eventually I must have gone to sleep, laying over the desk, dreading but not knowing what was going to happen. They told me afterwards that they were downstairs having coffee, deciding who was going to do what to me. They returned to my room at eleven o'clock to find me fast asleep."

"John suggested «Let's go in the garden and find something to beat him with. » Sharon and Trudie, looking at each other, simultaneously said, «Yes. The apple tree has some bendy young branches on it. They would be ideal for his bum. »"

"Sharon watched the other two cutting the very whippy apple branches. She wanted to be different so very carefully she pulled up some stinging nettles. She selected a large bunch with each nettle between eighteen and twenty inches [45-50 cm] long. She looked for nettles with old, tough, but still stiff stems. She knew that they were the most effective. They would go right between my legs and catch my cock or balls. They would also be useful to lash my bum. There was also the stinging element! Yes! She knew exactly was she was doing. John and Trudie looked at each other and smiled. They had silently agreed to use the stinging nettles first. Sharon was to go to my room first and use them on my cock and balls. «That will teach him not to go to sleep while waiting to be punished. »"

"They opened the door. I was still asleep, they looked between my legs and my balls are drawn up tight and my soft cock has all but disappeared. It was shrivelled up with fear about some nightmare I was having although reality would be much worse."

"Sharon took the stinging nettles and brought them up smartly between my legs and boy did they sting. I was fully awake in less than a second. I screamed, shouted and struggled so much that the ropes holding me came undone. Oh! Being woken up that way was quite a shock!"

"I did not know that I had released myself. Sharon shouted at me. She screamed that I had undone the rope so I could run away. When eventually she quietened down, she warned me «Just stay there. Don't move an inch. » To punish me for undoing the ropes, they used the apple twigs on the inside of my thighs. They rolled me onto my front and lifted my legs over my head. They retied me. I was only too aware of my exposed thighs and my wide open hole. They started on my thighs but moved to my arse hole. It hurt like mad. I was jumping around in my bonds as if I were trying to run a hundred yards race. When those six thin twigs cut into my hole, my whole body twitched. A few times the odd twig caught my prick or balls, but their main effect was elsewhere – not that it was less painful!"

"Trudie put her fingers into a pot of cream. She then worked her creamy fingers right up my bottom hole. John put his hands on my sore cheeks and wobbled them to make sure that I did not tense up. They pushed all sorts of things right up my arse 'to stretch it'. I remember bottles, candles and hairbrush handles. They fucked me with all of them. After some time they stopped and untied me. Sharon marched me into the bath room where she put me in a warm bath with soothing salts. Sharon got in with me and we soaped each other. She pushed her soapy finger right up my bottom. She even wriggled her big toe up there. It was silly, lovely but a pleasurable thing. She even curled her toes round my soapy prick and tickled it, kneading it and making me squirm with delight. Trudie and John were next door and we could hear them doing things together. After a bit Sharon and Trudie changed places. Trudie wasn't quite as much fun. Then John got in the bath with me and the two girls carried on next door. What can two girls do together? Neither after all has a prick!"

"It was different to be in the bath with another boy even nicer, but different. It was great to have a real cock up me and John came in me without the girls knowing. I tried to keep his stuff inside me. Eventually John lifted me out of the bath and dried me, saying «I am sorry but Trudie has something special for you to go to bed in tonight. You are to go to your room and you will find her there waiting. Do not hang around on the way. »"

"I went to my room and I got the shock of my life. Sharon had my dinner. It was a small child's food. On my bed was some baby talc and a nappie. She told me to lie on the nappie on the bed. She put Vaseline on my bum and all over my cock and balls. She sprinkled talc over this and pinned the nappie onto me just as if I were a baby. She took some rubber pants out of a cupboard. I screamed «No! I will not wear those. » She gave me a look that told me that I had no say in the matter. Looking anywhere but at her I lifted my right foot and put it into the rubber pants. Then I put my left foot in. She pulled those horrible pants up. They were so tight round my thighs and waist that it pulled at the skin there. When I said «They are far too tight. » She just replied «They need to be that snug to hold all your water. » My repost was «I don't wet the bed or myself any longer and I haven't done so for years. I am not a baby got. » «We will see. We will see, » from her."

"She then set me at the desk and fed me. It was a long time since I had anything to eat. She gave me some warm milk in the child's feeding cup. John then put me in my bed and climbed in with me the girls went to Sharon's room. John held me close and I hugged him. I felt strangely contented in the bigger boy's arms. All the pain that he and the others had given me changed into a warm feeling of love. I kissed John and snuggled down with my head on his chest. I was soon asleep."

"At some time during the night he gently woke me and said I need to pee. I knew unasked what he wanted me to do so I scooted down and took his hard prick in my mouth. It took him some time as he was so hard. Soon a trickle came out then the tap came full on. I thought I would spill some but he managed to control the flow so I could get it all down – just. Eventually it stopped but his cock was still rock hard. I sucked hard and eventually felt him getting ready. I realised that I was also going to come although I hadn't touched myself. Indeed I couldn't get my hands there. Somehow I controlled it so we came together. It was glorious I moved up the bed again and put my head on his shoulder. Within seconds we were both fast asleep."

The boy continues.

"In the morning my stepsister Sharon came into my room, we were still fast asleep. She was mad at me for not getting up and bringing everyone their morning cups of tea. She told me to get up straight away and make the tea and to bring it upstairs then I was to make breakfast for all of them. I got up and went to the toilet but before I got there, Sharon appeared and slapped me hard as I hadn't asked permission. After all she said «You have a nappie and rubber see-through pants on so you don't need to use that room. » I tried to tell her that I needed to go 'both ways', but she took no notice."

"I was determined not to mess the nappie. It was not right. I tried to go to the bathroom again. I just got a hard slap which left a big red hand print on the back of my left thigh. I scuttled downstairs. I made a pot of tea and let it stand for exactly two minutes before pouring three cups. I added some milk. I didn't dare drink any myself. I then took them up to Sharon's room with a sugar bowl. Knocking on the door, I waited for someone to tell me to enter. I was sure if I went in without being invited, they would punish me yet again. Finally someone said «Come in. » I went and stood between the two beds and put the cups on the bed side table. I asked if they wanted sugar in their tea which was like a red rag to a bull. Sharon was in one bed and John was in the other with Trudie. Trudie shouted «Tea! We do not want tea. We do not drink tea. We hate tea. » Then Sharon and Trudie each took a cup. Sharon pulled out the front of my rubber pants and nappie and emptied the tea into them. It was scathingly hot. I put my hands down to save my poor cock and balls. Sharon said that I needed a good beating for playing with myself when they got up."

"For playing with my genitals without permission.

"For doing it in front of them."

"For shouting in their bed room."

"For trying to expose myself to them."

"I tried to explain that I had not meant to be so bad in front of them but the tea was hot. Trudie just said «That is no excuse go and bring us some coffee. That is all that we will drink. »"

"I took the tea cups down and washed them. Then I made them some coffee and took it up. I walked bow legged trying to keep the wet and now cold nappie away from my crotch. The constant damp made me need to pee even more urgently. With my wet crotch and not even daring to wash my hands I made their breakfast. I made a feast of eggs, bacon, tomato, sausage and toast. Before I could eat some myself, Sharon appeared and all she had to do was look."

"I served them breakfast and the other two asked Sharon «Has he eaten anything or has he been to the loo? » Sharon replied «I saw him going into the loo but stopped him. I also stopped him eating any of our breakfast. » Once they had finished, they put the left overs into the food processor and minced it up to a gooey mess. They started to feed me with it."

"There was a knock at the door. It was the eight year old girl from three doors away. Trudie let her in. I was near to crying and begging them not to let the child see me dressed in just nappies and rubber pants. What made it ten times worse was that the nappie, which was wet and yellow from the tea, looked as if I had wet myself. It was also humiliating being fed by Trudie who said «I always wanted a little brother but I was an only child. » John had two brothers and Sharon now had me. They took no notice of what I had begged. We all knew that the little girl had three brothers. The two older went to boarding school but the six year old lived at home. Sharon was thinking that it would be fun to train me and take me to the park as a baby."

"They all agreed to let her see me and play with me. I should have realised that my protestations act like appeals for them to do the thing I am asking not to do. I never remember this and always try begging even when I know it is so counter productive. As the girl came in, she stopped, looked at me and said «I see you have a big dolly like the one I have at home. » We all looked at her as she continued «I feed my little brother but I have never put him in rubber pants. Could I feed him? Please can I feed him? » They let her feed me."

"She kept on looking at my pants and nappie. She asked Sharon «Has he wet himself? » Trudie answered «We are not sure. Maybe you should check him. » So with their permission, she said to me «Stand up. » She put her hand inside the rubber pants and felt the front of the nappie. She said «I think he has. Can I change him? » They all thought it would be fun to see a twelve year old boy changed by a little girl of eight. They said in unison «O.K. Go ahead. » Sharon pointed at the low coffee table. Sharon gave her a new nappie, Vaseline, baby talc, surgical spirit in a bottle, a pail and some swabs. My stepsister instructed her how to use it all. I had to lie down. Sharon said to me «You want her to get rid of that nasty wet nappy and give you a clean dry one. Don't you? » I knew I had to say that I did but I don't think anyone heard my whispered «Yes.»"

"I crept to the table with the shame of knowing that a young girl was going to handle my prick. She was going to take off my nappy and put me in to a new one. I begged them not to let her do this to me. However, she was equally keen to change me. She won the uneven battle and they let her do it. Sharon pointed again to the coffee table. I lay down letting my legs, below my knees, drop down either side. The little girl came over and pulled off the rubber pants and said «My! What a smell! » but there wasn't any. I will have to clean him up with a lot of the stuff out of that bottle. Undoing the pins, she took off the old nappie."

"I was completely naked and the horrible little girl could do what she liked. For once I was pleased that my cock had shrivelled right up. She looked at it and said «It is not even as big as my little brother. He has more than that. He is only six. » She took the bottle and with a large swab she liberally rubbed the alcohol into my cock. My! Did it sting? My cock and balls were on fire and worse still I knew it would soon start to get hard."

"John and Trudie held my legs so they would be out of the way. They did not want me able to interfere with the little girl activities. With all this attention I was unable to keep my mind blank and my cock started to go hard and get bigger."

"The more work the girl did the harder I got. It was a real boner. I also still needed to piss but now it became much more urgent. I begged them to allow me to go to the bath room but they would not let me. Suddenly I could hold it no more. A single jet of pee went straight up in to the air and caught the little girl, Trudie and John on their faces. Almost at once I regained control. I had lost very little pee and still was in desperate straits. They were not at all happy! Trudie looked across the room where there was the rest of last night's stinging nettles. They still looked fresh and painful. Sharon said «Trudie I will hold his legs. You use them where they will do the most good. »"

"The little girl looked on. When she saw the way the nettles stung and how I was wriggling and the noises I made, she clapped her hands with glee. Trudie was whipping me and threatening to geld me. She was going to de-ball me for peeing on them. I tried to explain that I couldn't help it but they wouldn't listen. They just told me to stop being a baby and to do as they told me for once. It was all my fault as always. I can do nothing right. It is always I that do things wrong."

"The little girl used the swabs some more. She laid the nappie out and, with the others' help, she put me on it just so. The little girl scooped up a handful of Vaseline and rubbed it into my cock. She took another scoop. She worked it between my legs and over my rose bud. The girl put talc on me then she wrapped the nappie round me. She started to pin it on and almost stabbed me several times."

"She turned to the girls and asked them «Do you think that mummy would let me do this to my little six year old brother? I could put Stephen in nappies today. » Sharon promised she would talk to the girl's mother and see what she could work out. With that the little girl left skipping down the road singing."

"Sharon said «You've been lying there for far too long now. Get up. Do the washing up. Bring us some fresh coffee. »"

"When I returned to the drawing room with the coffee they were talking about What to do for the rest of the day. They were discussing something to do with their Guide Troop. There was to be a show for parents in some weeks' time. They wanted me to be the centre of a first aid training video to be shown then. It scared me so much that I ran up to my room and shut the door. It didn't lock but I leant against it to keep them out. They did not come so I just lay there and fell asleep."

"My tormentors just sat in the living room and making plans for the video. They decided that they would make two. One would be for the show. They would use the other to show to the guides during the two weeks camp in the summer as there were no adults around. A second copy would go to the John to show around the youth club and his other friends."

"I sleep until four o'clock when they opened the door. All three of them were there while I was all alone asleep on the floor as I had rolled away from the door. They walked into my room before I was fully awake. I might have resisted but I realised that when I had been asleep I had used the nappies as if I were a real baby. John bathed me again and all the others helped. I knew then that I would never dare resist Sharon or the others again. I would just do as they told me. They had broken my sprit and strangely I wasn't even sorry. That resolve would have dissipated but they keep up the pressure and I know I am really just a slave. I like being a slave to John AND YOU but not to those girls particularly to Sharon."

"After the bath John carried me back to my room. They produced my clothing: my real clothes: underpants, socks, trainers, jeans and tee shirt. They told me to dress. We were going out to make a video. I started to cry. They said that it was going to be OK. They were not going to film me naked. All I had to do, was to ride my bike then fall off so they could illustrate their First Aid training. It was to show at the parents' evening. Also the guider would use it to teach other guides what to do if there was an accident such as someone falling off a bike. They calmed me down. The girls were as good as their word they did not strip me. They had me falling off my bike in the park. At one point I had to go over the curb and come off the bike over my handlebars. I did not hurt myself and it was good fun. When they were happy with the video, we went home."

"While they looked at the video and started to put it in order, I had to get the dinner on. They let me eat with them. We had a good meal and they even allowed me to eat it with a knife and fork. I felt happy and the rest seemed like a bad dream. After dinner I did the washing up. Sharon came in and said, that we were all going to a party. When I finished I was to go to the bath room and have a good bath. Then go to my room and get dressed in the clothes that they would get ready for me. It was good to be part of the group. They actually liked me! They were not going to hurt me. I was one of them; a brother, a friend, someone they liked. The bath was good I was all on my own with no one interfering. I got out and wrapped the towel round me. I walked to my room."

"On the bed was the kilt that I wore when dad got married again. It was short on me then. It had ended some three inches [7½ cm] above the knee. That was six months ago and I was growing very fast. Now it would only come half way down my thighs, if I were lucky. (I wasn't!) I did not want to put it on, but the others were standing at the door watching me. Sharon said «Look! I told you how he would be when he saw that kilt. He thought that he had got rid of it but I saw where he threw it. » They told me to put it on and not to be long about it or we would be late for the party."

"If I were not ready when they were going to leave, I would have to go as I was – even naked if I didn't put the kilt on quickly. I put the stockings, then the shirt with its ruff collar and my tie. I started to look for my underpants but they were not there. I looked in the draw where I kept all my underwear but it was quite empty. I called out for my sister and asked her «Where are all my underpants?» All she said was «You will not need them. You are going as a true Scotsman. » I did not want to go now and all my earlier happiness had gone. I remembered that there were normally things in the bathroom airing cupboard but Trudie was there. She was holding the apple twigs and said «No baby knickers here! » and took a swipe at me with the twigs. I turned to run out but she caught again me on the arse. Boy! Did it hurt!"

"They were ready to leave so I had to put on the kilt quickly or I would have gone without it. I was not going naked if I could help it. Half naked in that kilt was one thing, but I was not going naked. We walked to the youth club. I felt like a lamb going to the slaughter. The lamb didn't know exactly what was to happen nor did I. The girl guides would all be there and they would use me to display their skills. All that year's work would be on show to the other guides and maybe even to onlookers. Sharon must have planned this day for some time. I was to be their dummy but I just wanted to be anywhere else. Some guides would show off their first aid skills: bandaging, putting a splint on the arm or leg and so on. Other girls would show their skill in the use of knots. The possibilities were endless and none of them were pleasant for me."

"After the younger girl guides had done their stuff, they went home. The older guides, patrol leaders and their assistants then took over. First they ordered me to do twenty press ups. They put on the stage so that I faced the back wall. Everyone else was sitting at the front of the auditorium. I realised that they all would be able to see right up my kilt. They would all know that I wasn't wearing pants. Indeed, when they had been looking at the younger guides' work, some of them must have realised that I was naked beneath the kilt. Some of them had put their hands on the insides of my thighs."

"Now Sharon and Trudie gave a talk on boys and what you can do control them. They started by discussing how to make a big boy cry. This went on for some fifteen minutes which was the time it took them to strip me and tie some string around my balls. They put a rope collar on me and tied my wrists to it. As you can imagine I was indeed in tears. Sharon then explained how to stretch a boy's penis and its eye hole and how to install a catheter. All this naturally used me as a model."

You tell him.

"Oh! he says I must go at once. I have ten minute to get home or my mother and stepsister will skin me alive. The other thing they might do is lend me to the guide commandant again, like they did last Sunday. She used me to make a so-called medico-educational video. – I MUST GO. – I don't want to be lent to that guide commandant again. – I will be here on Friday at ten thirty unless it is raining. Otherwise I will be here on Monday at the same time come rain or sun. If you can bring something to eat I can stay all day."

'Something to eat' well maybe him but…

"I MUST GO."

He gets up. You know you must leave an impression on him. You throw the running shorts into the middle of the pool. His "Why did you do that?" does not get a direct reply just "Get them and give them to me they are far too wet to wear."

You notice as he gives them to you that his cock, which you thought you had worn out, is now as hard as ever. You pick up his costume and towel. You walk with him to the road and you say that he can dress there. With head down, he walks to the road, in front of you. What a sight!

You stop just before the road. He looks at you not knowing what is coming now. You put the costume carefully on the ground. You stand on one side of it and he stands facing you on the other. You kiss. You grasp his steel hard tool. You explain that before he goes home he must suck you off. His prick quivers as he goes down on you. It does not take you long – how could it with such a cock sucker? Firmly you hold his head immobile. You don't warn him and, when you finish coming, you immediately start to pee. He does a creditable job but most flows out of his mouth onto his costume.

You pull him upright and grasp his tool. It takes seconds before he is pouring out his remaining spunk. (Had he come five or six times by the pool?) Again you are careful that it falls on the costume. You tell him to put on the costume. He thinks of making a fuss. There is an interesting white area in the middle of the now yellowish triangle which is quite transparent as it is so wet.

You warn him "Run off home. Don't dare to put your hands below your waist until you get home if you want to see me ever again."

This means that the triangle of material must be on show to any passer by and his bum will be equally visible. You are very happy with the worshipping expression in his eyes.

You watch the near naked lad jog down the road. He should be late enough, but maybe you should do more… You need to plan for Friday or Monday. He will be with you all day.

You reflect on the events of the day. Maybe you day-dream a little. Your mind is in a whirl and you don't quite know what actually happened and what might have happened. In the end does it matter? You made him walk stark naked nearly to the road, then along the road nearly naked. You can see him walking along the road with his sun tanned body with its snow-white bum and rock hard cock. Maybe that was before he got to the road. Damn. What the Hell who cares? You watched him bend over to put his costume on. You already wanted to fuck that bum of his again. It was so blatantly displayed. Those balls dangling so invitingly needed a good squeeze.

He brings you out of your reverie as he shouts back "GOOD-BYE SEE YOU SOON."

You saw him going down the road. Then your mind went back to him laying in front of you with his well stretched circumcised cock and his glorious soft balls in their slender smooth sack. Your mind is there thinking of that cock. You relax and close your eyes. You see him. You can touch his cock and balls. You are thinking, loving, wishing, longing and lusting for him simultaneously. Your hands move as if to grasp that cock or to stretch him out even further. All your senses see, feel, smell and are aware of his stomach, sides, legs, thighs indeed every inch of this raw alive youth.

You again squeeze his balls, rubbing your hand over that stretched prick and working on the precome as it dribbled out of his hole; the hole that was far too roomy for a lad of his age. You again take your pen and put the point of it on his piss hole and watch the pen get swallowed up. The pen was most of the way in before he said anything and if he hadn't you would have pushed it all in. You are rubbing that prick and working that pen up and down the well lubricated hole. You can see, smell and feel the love juice trying to propel the pen out like a rocket. You see him moving his thighs in time with you, thrusting every time you move that pen in. You remember how that prick launched itself at the pen and ate it right up to where your fingers grasped it. You watched his precome ooze over that big purple head down that steel hard shaft. Your finger nails worked on that cylinder digging right into it.

His hips moved begging you not to stop working with your nails on that hard shaft but begging you to stop. You remember the sound and sight of his balls jerking from side to side slapping his thighs. You remember pummelling his sack demanding that he keeps quite still. You drove him insane as your nails dug in the shaft while the pen continued to go in and out.

His throbbing prick continually forced the seemingly endless precome past the pen. You knew he was no longer in control of any of his body. He was soaring, floating in both in heaven and hell. You then thought 'Take control', 'Master him', 'See what he can take' and 'What can you do to him'. Was he able to rebel or was he your object? . You remembered warning him, "IF YOU DO NOT STOP MOVING, I WILL PUNCH YOUR BALLS." You had brought your hand down hard on his testes several times to make it clear to him. You had then grabbed them and squeezed as if to end any life in them. You had or you might have moved your head close to his and whispered "LET YOUR SPUNK GO OR…" You knew that whether he climaxed or not you were going to squeeze them as hard as you could.

He was trying to please you and he was yours to do with as you wanted. All he needed was to satisfy you completely.

With a good thrust of his hips he launched the pen out of his purple headed steel hard shaft. Spunk went all over your hand, in the air and down over his prick. Everywhere was coated by it. You had not seen so much spunk coming from such a small boy. It must be that he was enjoying what you did to him. You had literally squeezed everything out of him. You had forced his cock to throb uncontrollably and spray his come as if it were watering a lawn. When eventually the liquid stopped, his cock carried on pulsating and trying to propel the non- existent substance into the air.

Even knowing that he had finished, you could not let him go, your hand covered in his come moved down and down. The normally hidden aperture seemed to wink when it discovered it was not to be left out of the fun. It wanted your fingers, arm, even a fist to assault it. You rubbed the rose bud with a finger and he pushed his arse up, opening the hole which seemed to yearn for more. One finger had gone in without a sound. The arse just sucked it in, so you fed in a second one then a third. You kept them moving in and out. He had panted with lust and silently urged you to go on. Quite unexpectedly, he turned over and lifted his arse and silently begged you to finger fuck him. He knew you were going to fuck him. Clearly he wanted you to fuck him and you would certainly fulfil his wish.

He worked his arse up and down on your fingers. It swallowed most of your hand. His hole urged you to sink those fingers ever deeper. You were almost unaware of him unzipping your fly. Your own juices had lubricated it well. You were ready for his hole and his hole was just as ready for your adult sized cock. You wanted his hole. You needed that hole and you were going to fill it with your cock.

Looking at his backside you saw some thin red lines. You knew that they were from a good old fashioned beating. While the marks had faded, if you looked closely, you could still count them. You asked him how he got them and continued to rub your hand over them. As he started to tell you his story, you warned him that, after you had warmed his bum again, you intended to screw him properly.

You threatened to use some stinging nettles on his cock and balls. You slapped his bum although he had started his tale but you are enjoying making his bum red. It was a beautiful sound and you enjoyed the feeling of your hand getting hot just as much as the sight of his now red and hot arse. The hotter it got the hotter it got you. Once his arse was a satisfactory shade of pink, in one thrust you mounted him right up to the balls. He sighed "YES SIR FILL ME UP. LET ME HAVE IT ALL." Your large cock completely filled his young tender hole. You felt his muscles milk you and suck you in.

You were getting nearer and nearer. You knew that you couldn't hold back for long. You didn't want to let go but he had lit a fire inside you. Faster, deeper and hotter there was no way to stop. You filled him to capacity. You still liked being in there and you could still fill his hole. You gave your cock a spasmodic jerk leaking the rest of your juice out. It was a great feeling and you couldn't stop.

You can't just lie there and listen to his story. Your hands twist, wrench and yank his cock and try to tear his balls free. Everything that you did, caused a matching jerk from his hole. Your cock felt great again. You experimented to see if he is really blown out, wanked dry. You worked on his cock wrenching and yanking it one moment then in the next you gave it all your love and care. He is asking to be more gentle and in the next to work harder.

You wanted to enlarge his capacity, to take whatever you try out on him. Maybe you could use a nail file on that large head or on his young tits. You wondered what distress, pain and discomfort you could cause if you were in the right place. What place was that?

You reached out and plucked a few small stinging nettles that were just right to tickle his cock. You considered that they would cause discomfort without any real damage but in a few hours the area should ache, upset and worry him. However the throbbing of his cock told you that he was loving it. You idly wondered how it could be possible to shave his hairless cock. You wanted to watch his eyes as you had that open steel blade in your hand and as you spread on the foam and worked it into his scrotum and around the base of the cock. You wanted to take that imaginary cut throat razor in your hand and let the light glint on it so he thought 'Just one slip.' His 'meat and two veg.' would be in a jar for all to see and what good would he be then. It would be fun to run that blade around his groin and to see him shut his eyes tight. Yes, I would enjoy that.

You hurry home and get your van. You drive to the village and pass the boy as he hurries along. He looks quite indecent from behind but you cannot see his front as you don't want to crash! At the corner you park the van and watch him approach. His front is even more indecent than you hoped. The damp nylon is quite transparent except where the drying cum leaves interesting patches. The boy is hard yet again and the cock head pushed the triangle into a small mountain. There is a little precome glinting where it has pushed its way though the material. He is keeping his hands well above his waist as you ordered him.

The boy looks distinctly unhappy at his indecent exposure. He stops, undoes the rolled up towel and gets out the wet running shorts obviously intending to put them on. You chose your moment carefully. The boy has lifted up his second leg. You appear and remind him what you had told him to do. You grab the shorts and pull them right off him. While he is off balance, you cut the cord of his costume in the middle of the back. As the garment drops down, you notice that you cut all three cords. You dump the now naked boy in the back of your van. You drive it to a comparative concealed spot at the back of the playing fields. They are at the far end of the village.

You are so hot that you cannot resist fucking him again. He reacts as you wish getting very excited and leaking a bit of precome but he does not actually climax. You however come gallons in spite of your earlier exertions either you should be very proud of yourself or it is the whole persona of the kid. You have some nylon gut in the van from a recent fish trip. You tie his wrists together behind his back. Not too tightly but you fuse the nylon into a solid lump. The boy will remain tied until someone cuts the gut! You take a black felt tip and write on his chest in very large letters

You put him into his costume and give him the three ends of cord to hold. You warn him that if he drops any of them, he will not be able to recover it. You smack his backside leaving a nice hand print and are about to send him on his way when he leans forward to kiss you. He mutters something it might me "I love you" or just "Thank You."

You return to your van and use the mobile phone to contact one of your patrol leaders. As you hoped it is the same John that the boy had talked about. You explain what you want him to do. You can hear him chuckle on the phone. You drive to his place and he gets into the van. He phones the house and speaks first to Sharon.

He says "I found your horrible brother lying by the swimming place speaking to a strange man and playing with himself quite openly. I thought I would teach him a lesson as you will see when, and if, he gets back. Don't let him bath before school as he will be able to have a shower after his P.E. lesson. Also send him to school in his kilt as I am sure the rest of his form would like to see it. As some of the girls will want to find out what he is wearing underneath make sure he don't disappoint them. I will give you a large envelope can you give it to one of his form so your stepbrother has something to wear for his P.E. lesson and cannot swap it or anything. If you want to see him in the kit I suggest you take him straight to the guides meeting after school. He should wear the kilt again the next day which is the last day of term. Now could I speak to your mother – you might like to listen on the phone upstairs."

He then talks to the boy's stepmother.

"I am afraid that your stepson is going to be very late home. It is all his own fault. I caught him trying to seduce a man and get money from him. The boy was naked and playing with himself, if you know what I mean. He had his costume round his feet but when I grasped it, it tore. He got away for a bit but when I caught him I gave him quite a spanking. I tied his hands together with some fishing line. He will have to get someone to cut it off. I wrote his crime on his front, or at least a lesser version of it. I will bring his other clothes back for him but he is making his way back home now. He won't enjoy the stroll as I have prepared him to be interesting to anyone who should be around as you will see when he returns."

"You know me as a good friend of your daughter but I am also a scout and a patrol leader. Our scouter allows the patrol leaders to invite a boy as a 'visitor' to our camps. The boy can attend for nothing but, in return, we make a video of him. There was a visitor two years ago but he wasn't local which rather spoilt our fun after the camp was over. The master videos were eighteen three hour tapes but not all were quite full. The scouter prepared various videos based on these. I have seen

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Chapter 2

It takes you five minutes to get four boys and a girl hunting for the unsuspecting boy. He arrives home two hours later with his only garment round his neck. His only other covering is some drops of pearly boy come which sparkled in the street lighting! You watch carefully concealed in your van. You take half dozen photographs with a good flash camera just before he gets to his house. The boy sees the flashes but doesn't know where they come from or who has taken them. You notice with a lot of satisfaction that his wilting cock again thrusts forward after the first couple of flashes.

Once you had organised the four hunters you made another 'phone call. This is to a very old friend of yours. He has very similar tastes and that forced him to resign from the police to avoid a scandal. The quickness of his departure had avoided the slightest whiff of the problem reaching any one beyond a couple of friendly police officers. He set himself up as a private detective and he has now a very successful operation. He is always happy to do the odd job for you. Particularly as he usually ends with a piece of boy arse. You tell him that you want to know everything about the boy's family.

He replies "No sweat. I have already investigated them for a credit company and only gave them a little of what I found out. Why don't you take me out to breakfast at nine tomorrow and I will tell you the story? It is a good one and far too long for the 'phone which would come far too hot to hold."

About half an hour before the boy gets home John got there. You can reconstruct the conversation and John had no problem in striking a bargain and clearing a way for you to visit the next day.

You wait around for John to come out but there was no sign of him for a long time. Eventually a light came on upstairs and you could see John and Sharon there. John goes to the window. You think he is going to draw the curtains but he looks out, sees you and beckons you to come in. He opens the window and with the aid of a suitable tree you are soon in. You would, you think, make a good cat burglar. Once you are in, you close the window and draw the curtains.

John and Sharon strip and get into bed. Sharon says "Take off those stupid clothes and get in with us. I am not a prude! It is an unusual situation but not a distasteful one."

You know John's body very well and Sharon is an attractive fourteen year old. You don't mind mixing it occasionally. You don't want to talk about exactly what went on in that bed but you let it be understood that a good time was had by all although you had already had a busy day (I wonder).

Once animal passions had been satisfied somewhat. Sharon gets out of bed and takes you all though the side door into the boy's room. It is almost a box room. It was the dressing room for Sharon's room when there were such places. The boy is fast asleep on the child's bed which is far too small for him as it had been designed for a six year old.

His hands remain tied with the nylon and he is stark naked other than the blindfold. He has transparent sheets below and over him and no other covering. There is centrally heating and the room over hot. The boy may be exhausted but his cock is standing up very much on show. Sharon suggests that you don't wake him. Instead she shows you the still empty drawer that stored his underwear. She points out that all his other clothes are in a cupboard that she keeps locked and hides the key. That kilt, a very sissy blouse, stockings and trainers lie ready for him to wear to school tomorrow. You pick up the garters before you all return next door. You explain the problems he will have in the short kilt when the stockings keep on slipping down.

Happily you all sleep well but you leave very early without disturbing anyone. Later having had a good bath you happen (?) to see the boy on the way to school. He looks as if he has not had a bath or any breakfast. On the other hand he looks good enough to eat and that kilt is perfect to look at if not to wear. You greet him and realise he is unaware of your hand in the events of yesterday evening. You are not going to enlighten him – yet.

You go for your breakfast and hear just the sort of things you might have dreamed of when you are not thinking about boys.

The detective says

"A shop asked me to investigate the family when the wife defaulted on a hire purchase deal. They were quite content with just the report that the marriage was shaky and that they should cut their losses. The whole background was rather different."

"The boy's father lost his wife some four years ago. I gather that she was quite well off and rather prim and proper. I cannot understand how they got married and stayed together for so long. He is an out and out masochist and they could only have had the most normal types of sex. Before she died, he was secretly seeing dominatrices whose names he got from 'Fem. Dom.' magazines. He was also living in this straight laced house."

"After his wife died, he had a woman relation living in to look after the kid in return for her keep, etc. He was spending much larger sums on these 'Women of the Night' than when his wife was alive. He always seemed to them to be flush with money and the women thought that he was very wealthy. Much of the money came from his savings. He has a senior clerk type of job. It has a reasonable salary but no more than that."

"This one woman latched onto him and eventually persuaded him to marry her some six or seven months ago. The new wife persuaded him that they didn't need the relation any more as the kid could look after himself. The woman had a daughter, Sharon, who had living with her even when she was a prostitute."

"Sharon soon discovered what was going on and, much to her mother's pleasure, she would join in whenever she got the chance. The woman found that the reaction of most men to a young girl being present was quite positive. Her daughter started 'helping' her mother before she was ten. Initially her mother discouraged her daughter but soon she found it helped business and she enjoyed sharing the men with her daughter. Sharon also slowly got interested in boys her own age and younger. What she liked doing with them was destroying their innocence. She liked to see boys having sex together and even blackmailing a boy to have that sort of intercourse in front of her."

"After the marriage, the family moved to their present home. Sharon and her mother had to give up their outside activities as it was such a small village. The woman decided to allow Sharon to work over her stepbrother, partly to punish the father for not being richer. At least once a month the woman takes her husband with her to town so she can still service some of her old customers. No one seems to mind him watching as he so clearly hates it."

"About six weeks ago Sharon caught the boy bullying a naked twelve year old boy who was an older brother of the little girl and Stephen. She also has become a very keen Girl Guide. The woman ill treats the father as much as her daughter hurts the son and often both dealt with them in the same room simultaneously. It is not unusual for both to be caned over the sofa in the sitting room with alternate strokes given to each."

I will include here the conversation on the video with a few stage direction type comments as it gives a good idea of what took place.

It starts with a boy fully dressed sitting on an upright chair facing the camera which is a few feet from him at the height of his crotch.

Voice off. "You have agreed to make this video to tell people about yourself."

"Yes. But I am not sure…"

"What is your name?"

"James … …"

He gave his full name and all the other details but in this transcript I am replacing sensitive data by dots.

"Where do you live exactly and what is the phone number?"

"… …  …"

"If someone wants to meet you or whatever who do they speak to?"

"They should phone home and ask for my uncle or twin sister. Their names are Harry and Jane as they do not let me use the 'phone. They keep it in a locked room and I don't have that or any other keys. There is no one else who should answer the 'phone. If they write they can write to me care of my uncle (Dr H ). If you address it directly to me, my uncle will open it anyway but he will punish me for it."

"Where in the house is your bedroom and where do you study?"

"My bedroom is at the side of the house but you can see into it from a public footpath that goes up the side of the garden. I have to keep the lights on when I am in and the curtains drawn back. If there is a visitor, he can draw the curtains. I study in the same room."

"Describe the clothes that you are wearing now and tell me when you wear them."

"I am wearing my school uniform

• A dark blue blazer with the school crest
• A green and orange striped tie
• A while shirt …"

"My uncle changed my school clothing after I was ten minutes late home twice in a row. He said that it would encourage me to hurry home. I am wearing

• A dark blue blazer with the school crest. It is a girl's blazer as the buttonholes are on the wrong side. The buttons are missing so it doesn't show too much. All the pockets are sewn up (as they are on all my clothes). It is very short. My uncle says that most people like to see my butt. The school crest is mounted on a pink background like the girls' rather that on a blue one. Is that enough?
• A green and orange striped tie. It is the junior school's tie as the stripes are horizontal not diagonal and it is very short.
• A while shirt or rather blouse. It is made from a shiny material and has elastic at the waist and no shirt tails. The sleeves are bunched up and are only about four inches [10 cm] long. The shirt buttons are large and alternately green and orange.
• My shorts are grey but all the other boys (except one in the first form – sometimes) wear longs. They are very thin cotton and reveal parts of me that I don't want on show. They have elastic at the waist and the legs (otherwise I couldn't sit decently as they are so short) and the elastic is very tight and leaves a mark. While they are loose at the front, they ride right up the cleft between my cheeks at the back. The worst part of them is the fly. It is Velcro not a zip or even buttons. It runs from the waist right down to both leg openings in a sort of inverted 'Y'. If anyone grabs the shorts, they come down or often right off.
• I have polished black shoes. Nearly everyone else wears trainers. If ever the polish is not perfect I get into trouble.
• I have long grey woollen stockings with bands of green and orange on the turn overs. No one else wears such old fashioned things but they wear long trousers. Possibly the worst part of these stockings is that I do not have garters. They keep on slipping down. I am punished if I haven't folded over the tops neatly or they are more than three inches [7½ cm] below my knees.

"What clothes do you wear at home?"

"Normally nothing, unless there are family visitors. Sometimes special visitors want me to wear special garments that they provide. They are worse even than my school clothes. I sleep in my twin's baby doll night dresses. When she would put them in the wash instead I have to wear it until the next one is dirty. Quite often I sleep nude anyhow. It depends if there is likely to be a visitor. I prefer to be nude."

"For school games?"

"My clothes are like those of the other boys. They are much shorter and uncle has treated them so they tear easily. If they do tear, I have to continue to wear them until the end of the term."

"For swimming?"

"A very brief costume which becomes transparent when wet. I have to wear this not only at school, where the boys and girls do PE at different times so it is not too bad. Jane, my twin, often takes me swimming when I have to wear it in front of her awful friends. She always makes me wear it until it is dry. She says it keeps its shape better that way. Also since I am dry, I can change right there and then without dirtying a towel. I don't have to go into that 'Place of Iniquity' the boys' changing room. I must admit this means that the boys cannot mob me while I am at the lido but the girls encourage them to attack me once we leave."

"Now you better give us a show of these clothes of yours."

At this point the boy does precisely that and has to undress and dress many times. The lad has to show off his body to its best advantage every time. However you, gentle reader, will have to use your imagination. The boy's stepmother was lapping it all up.

"The people, who watch you on this video, will want to know how well trained you are. Roughly how often do you get beaten?"

"Most days I get a caning but seldom more than one. That is during term time. I get punished more frequently during the holidays. My uncle never gives me two canings in the same day without allowing me to ask for another punishment. The trouble is I don't know what sort of punishment it will be or how severe either the caning or the other punishment would be. Sometimes these alternative punishments are other forms of corporal punishment but more often they are more in the nature of humiliation or sexual training. I usually let him carry on with a second caning."

"Whatever the crime, my uncle will shake two dice, add the numbers up and give me the total number of strokes. However, if he shakes a double, he adds the two scores to a second shake. Thus I might get three strokes, if he were to throw a one and a two. On the other hand, once he shook a double six followed by a double five and then a three and a four so I got twenty-nine strokes. This was for being ten minutes late home. I am sure that uncle can get the dice to do whatever he wants. They seldom come up with a one or a two unless it is a double."

"How long have you been able to produce spunk?"

"About six months. Just before Christmas, uncle decided that I was old enough. He tried everything. After three hour sessions for five successive days, something happened to my very sore cock and it spurted. Since then, I have never had any difficulty."

"What about sucking and being fucked?"

"I did both within three days of coming to live with uncle just before I was ten."

"Are there any things that a visitor cannot do to you?"

"If uncle gives his O.K. (he usually does) then I have to do it. Some of the visitors have way out ideas and I usually end in tears but I do as they tell me. I know what happens to me if the visitor complains. Some do complain anyhow for kicks or just to watch me being punished. That's unfair as I always do my best."

That is enough to give you a taste of what the video contains but there are sessions with various visitors putting him through some elementary exercises. The video puts off very few men who think seriously about visiting the boy!

You continue to discuss the boy and you make proposals for adapting the house and financial matters. The agreement is very briefly as follows:

You will pay for the agreed alterations and employ the workmen. They will do the work while the kids are at their respective camps. The woman and her husband will go on a short holiday. You will all return simultaneously or at any rate the boy's father will not return before you and the boy. The man will not know anything about the alterations in advance.

The boy's new room will be the ground floor room at the side of the house with French doors. One window is clearly visible from the road and any interested person will be able to see the whole room. Some furniture will need moving or changing. You will put up some more interesting and appropriate wall hangings. These will include a selection of corporal punishment instruments and a large chart to enable all his punishments and 'crimes' to be entered.

The interior door between the boy's room and the rest of the house will be kept locked. There will be only three keys. You will be hold one key, the woman a second and Sharon the last. Neither the boy nor his father should ever be allowed to use that door. The French doors should be unlocked when the boy is home but locked when he should be away.

The boy will have no clothes at home but he will be able to wear his swimming slip when he goes out. You will provide a new one with about half the amount of material in the triangle and two metal rods replacing the cord between the buttocks. These are shaped to force the buttocks wide apart and allow everyone to see between them. They will allow a penis to enter his arse without removing them. You will keep the rest of his kit at your home a fifteen minute run away. He will need to change there on the way to and from school. You will make special arrangements for weekends, etc.

Sharon will still be responsible for the boy's discipline at home but both John and you will help.

The boy and his father can only make telephone calls with the woman's permission and surveillance. In particular several of your friends will like to be able to chat to the boy. You will deal with any failure by the boy to be completely open and honest on these occasions.

The boy will hand all his earnings to you. Normally you will so organise it that he never touches or knows about that side of it.

The woman will get half the boy's earnings and you the other half. You will pay the woman in addition the same as the boy's father brings home. This will continue for the next twelve months. In return you will have all rights over the camp and Sharon's videos but not the Guide Commandant's.

You will make such alterations to the boy's school clothes as you see fit. If you wish, you may alter his schooling – at your cost. You may organise any weekend trips that you wish whether they are just to your home, to that of some other adult or with the scouts, etc.

There will normally be a bucket kept in the boy's room for all eliminations. If for any reason it is not there, he may use the rubber sheet on his bed but Sharon or you will punish him for his lack of self control.

You will treat any attempt to touch himself below the waist as a very serious crime. The reason whether hygiene, masturbation, itching or even sprays (that you have applied) is immaterial. Evidence that he has touched himself can be a long time to climax, or a soft cock when he should be hard.

You will organise suitable evening activities for the boy especially when the woman has 'visitors' of her own.

The boy and his father may never be alone together nor to chat unsupervised.

The woman will look after the man's 'education'. You both will agree on any joint education of the man and his son. Sharon and you will video as many different ways that the man and boy can have sex together. You will make these for security and should show both their faces clearly.

The boy turns up as expected on Friday and he is, luckily for him, bang on time. Sharon had sent him wearing just a hand towel round his waist. He is wearing nothing else – not even shoes. The towel is scarcely big enough to wrap around his waist and he has to hold it in place.

Once in the woods you commandeer the towel! On the other hand you let him carry your suitcase. It is quite heavy and you are sure he wants to know what is in it. He has learnt however that it is better not to ask. You go to the same spot under the trees and it is a glorious day. The sun speckles his body as he lies on the grass you lie on his towel. He is obviously randy and you want to hear more of his tale. You ask about the video that the guide commandant made. 'Medico educational' he had called it. You tell him that he is to describe what happened now. Naturally while he does, you will play with his body. First you get out some handcuffs from your bag. They have a two feet [60 cm] long chain connection. He allows you to cuff his hands above his head a young sapling running through the loop. His body is yours.

"Four days before they made the video, they told me that I was not to climax under any circumstances. This is easier said than done as it is other people who would decide to rub me off. They wouldn't ask my permission! Anyhow the word must have been past around because although people continued to handle me as much as normal, they never sent me over the top. Sharon prohibited me using the toilet the whole of the previous day and before I got there."

"Sharon told me the video would take twenty-four hours to make and she took me to the house where they were to film. When I arrived, there were eight boys and each had two 'handlers'. Sharon and Trudie had brought me but a few of the handlers were boys themselves. Thus, John and his sixteen old brother brought their fourteen year old brother. It was half term. The boy subjects ranged from ten to seventeen years old although most of us were between twelve and fourteen. Eleven of the handlers were girls and seven were boys. There were six adults there all the time although many others came and went. Most of the adults were women but there were two male nurses who were just as subservient as we were."

"I have never seen the finished video and the idea was to produce the material for it rather than the finished article. For example each of us had to do everything but eight similar events would, I think, be boring on the completed video."

"One by one each of us had to stand on a coffee table. Mirrors surrounded it. We had to strip off exactly as our handlers told us. Sharon seemed to spend her time saying things about me that I hated being made public and many other handlers behaved in a similar way. Once we were all nude, they set us on one of three low benches. We had to lie back until our shoulders were on a second row of benches. Then we had to raise our legs in the air. They put long wooden bars behind our knees. They forced them down onto our chests and tied there. The bars were so close to our bodies that we had to put our knees at our sides. It was very difficult and uncomfortable at first. You can imagine the view the camera had which was a few feet in front of us. This did not satisfy the commander so some poor boys had their knees strapped to the rods keeping them very wide apart. I was lucky and they did not strap my knees."

"In turn, they gave each of us beakers of some liquid to drink but they warned us not to pee. Tubes were put over our cocks. They were tied in place with string. The tubes led to bottles with our names on. After several beakers it got very difficult to hold back. When they gave me a fourth glass, I was at the end of my tether. I wasn't the first to give up. Eventually we all had peed. Once we had started, they told us to let all our pee come out. Once we had all peed, the guider gave us a score depending on the time we had resisted the urge, the volume we had let out and our age. The guider, helped by Sharon who found this particularly interesting, carefully inserted a catheter into each of our cocks. She explained the meaning of the catheters' numbers (thickness) and we were each fitted with the largest one that would fit."

Needless to say you set this up and you don't intend to miss the fun. Sharon keeps the other kids' attention on the bound boy as she is in cahoots with me. This was not too difficult. You stay out of sight until the fun cools down an hour or so later. When you return, nothing appears amiss and the others have their swim and depart. You make the boy resume the account long before the others have left and you don't let him whisper.

"Sharon persuaded the woman that I could take a larger size than had been initially fitted. She replaced the size twelve with an eighteen and how that one did hurt. When she had fitted us all, the woman showed the girls how to check that they had inserted them fully. Most, if not all, of them were Foley catheters and a small pump soon inflated the small balloons inside our bladders. It was the first time that anyone had done this to me. My stepsister had used a straight catheter on me a couple of times but this felt quite different. It was a funny feeling that I cannot explain. The woman then put a funnel above each of our cocks in turn. She positioned It exactly three inches [7½ cm] above our stomachs. She then dribbled liquid in until it stayed in the funnel. Carefully she measured the quantity. She used our pee and if that was not enough some of our handlers'. She compared how much we now had in us with the amount we had peed earlier. If there was a large difference, she increased our score. Then she clipped closed the tip of the catheter. Our handlers untied us. We had half an hour of violent P.E. followed by wrestling bouts. Again anything untoward and those darn scores increased."

"They put us on a glass pot in turn and allowed us to shit. What a relief but with our pricks sealed, it was a curious sensation. I, like most boys, have a pee just before I dump my load. Since we couldn't to pee first, a couple of boys were unable to shit immediately. Once we had shit, the girls gave a clean out with several soapy enemas. The guider stressed how useful 'toilet discipline' is for training a lad. Then our handlers inserted an orange liquid up our backsides. They recorded the amount carefully. When they had filled us, they sealed the enemas. Then they opened the catheters and all the liquid, which came out, went up our rears. More P.E. followed. I like most of the others got a series of cramps but this only increased our score."

"Long before the P.E. ended we would all have given anything for a good shit. Finally they allowed us to go very publicly and they weighed each of our output. The boy, who shat the least, got the shit from the boy, who had shat the most, for his next enema and so on. Luckily I had the third largest shit so at least I had to take less than before. This part of the session was coming to the end and they allowed us to get rid of the now very smelly stuff. The Commander then gave us each a bath helped by our handlers. More accurately we had two baths, one scalding hot the other bitterly cold. They swapped us between the two. The handlers blindfolded us so we never knew which they were about to throw us into! They let us rest while the guider questioned each of us on our sexual experiences. I don't think any of us even thought of telling less than the whole truth."

"They then explored the effects of new experiences on us. A group of eighteen and nineteen year old motorcyclists arrived. The guider asked them to fuck the heterosexual boys while the homosexual boys, like me, had supervised sex with our handlers."

"When 'treating' me the commander picked up a thing that was the size and shape of a cotton bud but was rubbery in texture. She inserted it in the tip of my cock and worked it in until it all but disappeared. Then she turned a knob on it that inflated it so I felt my cock would explode. She fitted a leather band round my sack just above my balls pushing them down painfully. They explained that this band would not let me climax until they removed it and the insert would stop anything coming out even then. After all this, my cock was soon up my stepsister. They used a tourniquet round the base of my cock to get it satisfactorily hard. It was awful. I must have been working on her for forty-five minutes. It was like when you play with me and stop just before I go over the top. I felt that if I tried just a little bit harder I must come. Eventually she removed the leather band and I climaxed within seconds but I didn't have that glorious feeling. I just felt exhausted."

"Trudie wanted a go so the guider removed the tourniquet but they left the 'cotton bud' in place. Naturally I went soft at once. They asked a particularly massive motor biker to help. I was soon the soft centre of a sandwich. I was soft everywhere but my cock that is. It didn't take me long but when I came the liquid had nowhere to go. My first load had filled whatever space there was in my urethra below the cotton bud. I felt agony before I passed out. When I came to, someone had tied me to a chair and that damn thing was still in place. However, another boy was now the centre of attention."

"They allowed us to rest on cots in a side room. We couldn't see what was going on elsewhere but I, anyhow, was too worn out to care. The guides took turn to watch over us but we just lay there half asleep. They collected us in the order of our scores. Since I had the second lowest score, six, I was the second. The commandant, my two handlers and another guide, who operated the video, went with me into a smaller room. The guider gave my stepsister a lot of rings fixed together. They were all metal but some were hinged and could be locked while others were solid. She fixed them all round my crotch area. Sharon worked a small solid ring over each of my balls as the woman said. Make sure his balls are fully drained and the balls are pointing in the right way or they won't fit. He will have fun every morning getting them off for school! A sort of cylinder shaped ring filled over my sack above my balls stretching the skin very painfully. The other three rings went round the base of my cock, round my cock just above the ball sack and round the ridge just below its crown. These rings were very tight but worse they all fixed together underneath keeping my cock in a sort of snail shape. Finally a canvas sock went over everything and the last ring locked it in position. Not only was this made from thick canvas but it had metal ribs so I couldn't touch myself through it. They tied some fishing line round my tits giving me small boobs. The woman had a very sharp medical needle and tried to open up the centre of my nipples where women produce milk."

"That was all that happened to me in the little room. Afterwards they took me into the main room where nearly all the guides were as was the boy that they had dealt with first. There was a huge TV screen where we could watch each boy being treated in the little room."

"I really got off lightly. They made two brothers of fourteen and twelve have sex together. All the boys who had hair 'down there' had it pulled out, shaved or dyed or a combination of these things. One poor boy had his head shaved as he didn't have enough hair down there to be worth while."

"After these sessions the commandant addressed us all. If you disobey your handlers, they will bring you to a guide meeting. What has happened here will be mild as there were eight of you to share the treatments today. If they bring you to a meeting you will come in an old guide dress and shoes. These dresses are very short indeed. I advise you to be careful."

"The last part of the evening is to deal with the scores some boys have been very careful to keep their scores down – Stupid boys! You will each get thirty strokes less your score. I am a woman but I know how to use the cane I had suffered all sorts of things to keep my score down to six and I was to get twenty-four strokes for my trouble. Please save me from Sharon and the guides and you can do what you like to me."

The rest of the glorious day would sound repetitious if recounted here. You will just mention that John arrives in the evening. All three of you go to a more private clearing and have a great time. More accurately John and you do as the boy is very sore for some reason.

You tell the boy that he will go to camp with you and the scouts but first he will spend some time at your place. He is very happy – stupid boy.

When it is time to go home you give him back his towel. John however snatches it and slices it in half long ways. He gives one part back to the boy. It just meets round his middle, as before, but now at the back it only covers the swell of his arse leaving much of the interesting part open to view. At the front he is scarcely more decent.

You don't dare let him make his own way home like that. Anyhow you have plans for the evening. You drive them to the boy's house and invited the boy's stepmother and sister to come with you to the nearest town to go to the cinema. You ask them to bring the boy's running shorts. You leave the boy's father at home. On the way you have to stop for some more video tape and the family go into Tesco's to do some shopping. You join them a few moments later and hear the girl whisper to her stepbrother The man over there is interested in you. Show him all your front while we finish the shopping. The boy's cheeks went red the first time I had seen him blush. The girl hadn't finished with her brother and gave him a sheet of paper on which he had to write.

The boy had to keep it visible when the man watched him giving an exhibition of himself. If the man took it, the boy would be let off his next caning! You have that piece of paper as the man never got it, more's the pity.

You wonder if the boy's inviting smile to the stranger was just obeying orders or if he really felt that way.

The boy is a real enigma as he is just a masochist that it is impossible to know he real dislikes and dislikes beyond his clear desire to please.

Chapter 3

Sharon says to Big Dick, "Have you got a basin of water as I would like to rinse these out?"

Big Dick finds a glass one and puts it on the table and the boy's only clothes for the evening are soon soaking in full view.

Sharon whispers something to the boy who looked as if he is going to refuse. He then asks Big Dick. "Do you have a staff toilet as, if you don't, maybe I could be one as I would like some cream and lime juice?"

The naked boy is soon squatting behind the counter while Robert continues to talk to us with a big grin on his face.

You eventually give the boy his dripping wet shorts and you all go to the cinema. It is a real flea pit of a place and is showing a classic film judging from its age rather than its quality. The auditorium is virtually empty there are just three youngsters in the front and a pair of lovers in the back row taking no notice of any one else. The attendant doesn't even bother watching the film but is reading a book in the lobby. As soon as you have all settled down, the boy has to take off his dripping garment as he might get a cold otherwise. For good measure his shoes also come off. You had just handcuffed his hands behind his back when the film breaks and the lights come on. The lovers slink out not wanting to carry on in the now over lit place. The boys in the front carry on giggling away and John says that they are three youngsters from the form below the boy's at their school.

The lights go off and the film restarts. You wait until you are sure the three boys in the front are fooling around again. You tell the boy to go forward and invite the three lads, "Why don't you come and join us as my uncle is going to get us all ice cream?"

It is the first time that anyone had sucked these boys off or they had fucked anyone male or female, but they do very well. Before they go John says. "Remember that he will do whatever you want next term or you tell me as I will be the new head boy!"

It is much later when you realise you had forgotten to get them the promised ice cream.

You think that the boy has had enough when Robert comes in, "I haven't paid so I can only be a moment. Some of my friends are having a party. Why don't you all come? It will be good fun."

You accept and later you all go to the address he gave you. It is a typical teen age party plenty of booze and sex. Naturally everyone there wants to 'meet' the boy and none of you stop them! You are getting tired and at one o'clock you drive back home. Robert asks you to leave the boy there but, as all the rest of your party is leaving, you give him instructions.

In the morning you get up early to do your weekend shopping. Not the sort you could have done in Tesco's! When you return it is midday and you go round to the boy's home. He is sleeping on the porch stark naked and hands still cuffed behind his back. You are happy that obviously they had made him walk the eight miles [13 km] as you had asked. You go home without disturbing him and 'phone the stepmother. A sleepy voice answers and you tell her of the package on her porch.

In the early afternoon you collect him as he is to spend the week with you. When you get to his home, he is still on the porch. No one has let him inside let alone let him have a bath, have anything to eat or even go to the toilet. You put him in the van just as he is. He goes back to sleep with a contented look on his face. You go inside his home and pack up all his clothes. After having a cup of tea with the stepmother, you take him go home. You untie his sore wrists and run a hot bath with plenty of bath salts in it. You give the exhausted boy a good leisurely bath with no sex. Then you put him in your bed and climb in beside him. You both go to sleep. Several times during the night he wakes up and plays with your body. You respond naturally but don't let it go too far. He sleeps facing you squashed up as tight as he can to you.

In the early morning you both wake up refreshed. He dreamily says, "I prefer having rough sex with you in the woods although this is a pleasant change. Thank you."

What a boy! You show him the initial video that you made of the boy two years ago and tell him he is to make a similar one. The idea of making a video for unseen men turns him on and he is raring to go! You have him dress in his normal school kit. You press the grey flannel trousers and the blazer so he looks very smartly dressed. It is the first time you have seen him with carefully combed hair. He looks good enough to eat but that is not on the menu just yet. You decide to make a trial video and while you work on it you set him on a bar stool. You show him how to curl his feet round the legs of the stool to give an interesting sight of his crotch. Also you explain that he must not touch himself down there unless you suggest that he should. You decide that it would be fun to record one of his tales.

You ask him, "What happened yesterday after you left the party."

"After you left, the girls decided to that it was time for them to go to. As you know there was just the one room and the girls didn't mind flirting in public but they were not ready to have actual sex in public. One or two boys left with them as the girls gave them suitable promises but that left eight boys at the party besides me. They were all boys who had been at my school or who were in John's form. I knew them all but they had never had sex with me."

"I was still wearing those damn handcuffs that you had put on me. Once the others had left, they decided that I was the only thing available. They were not going to have sex with each other publicly but I didn't count! They played a variety of musical chairs. They passed me around. Although I am not all that light, they threw be from one to another easily. Whoever had me, when the music stopped, had to let me suck him for ninety seconds. Then the music started again. Once a boy shot his load, he was out of the game. The last boy left in could fuck me. They played this game three times before it all became an orgy."

"At three o'clock in the morning the party broke up. They took me out of the town, as you had asked them and left me stark naked at the side of the road. They hadn't let me come and I was horny. I nearly shot just standing there but unfortunately not quite and I couldn't help myself with my wrists handcuffed behind my back – Thank you very much. It was starting to rain which calmed me a bit. That road is never very busy and it was quite deserted at that time of night. Three times I heard things coming along the road and had to hide by falling into the ditch. Unfortunately it was raining quite hard by then so there was a lot of dirty water collecting in it. I realised that if I were dirty my body would not show up so clearly to anyone passing and, indeed, it would not be so obvious that I was naked. I tried rolling in the ditch to get myself muddy but I just got cold."

"Eventually I got home but my dear stepsister had bolted the front gates. I couldn't unbolt it without the use of my hands and eventually had to go round to the back of the house and clamber through the brambles and stinging nettles to get in. It was dark and I couldn't see exactly where I was going. When eventually I got to the front door I rang the bell with my forehead but no one came and I went to sleep there. Luckily we don't have milk on Saturdays and there was no mail but the newspaper boy delivered. He laughed and got me hard again but he wouldn't quite finish me off. He said «It is too public.»"

You watch this video with him but have to restrain him or he will wank off. That will spoilt things. You have him on your lap and handle him a bit though his trousers. He is as pleased as you are with 'his video'. "Can I have a copy?" He asks you. It is time to start the real video.

He sits on the stool and pushes himself forward at the camera that is about three feet away from him. It is at the level of the top of the stool. You have to zoom out to get him all in.

"What is your name?"

"Wanka Idiot."

Now the reader will understand why you do not use his name elsewhere. His stepmother changed his and his father surname to Idiot just after she married and the boy's first name to Wanka and his fathers to Arsehole. I think it is too unkind but at school the teachers call him Idiot. They understand that it is an old family name. After all, there is a family of butchers in London called Death although they pronounce it D Ath. He has to get his friends to call him Wanka or he will get into trouble. There is no other way to pronounce his name he sulks! You decided not to make much of it on the video.

"Could you repeat it? Is it your real name?"

"Wanka Idiot. My new mother renamed me this after she married my Dad. It is unfair."

The boy is nearly in tears. You zoom into his face and when he sees that you have done so, he actually starts to blubber. Your intentions fade away as you want to make as fine a video as possible and this opportunity is far too good to miss.

"You mean your teachers call you Idiot in class and your friends call you Wanka?"

"Yes. If they don't and Mum or, worse still, Sharon finds out, I get a severe punishment automatically. It does not matter if I asked them to use another name or not. I just get a major punishment. For a time one or two boys would enjoy using my earlier name in front of Sharon so they could watch me punished. The least I get for this is three dozen stark naked after a hot supervised bath but often it is much worse."

"What was your earlier name?"

"Must I tell all the viewers as they can then get me so effectively punished? Must I?… It was George Smith."

"Do you want me to tell Sharon of all this fuss you are making?"

The door bell rings before he has a chance to answer. You are expecting it and have been holding fire until it comes. Now it is welcome – to you anyhow. You leave the boy with strict instructions not to move. You check with the door 'phone before you let Sharon in. Silently you suggest that she should not speak then you say in a loud voice.

"I am pleased to see you. I have a naughty boy next door. A certain George Smith he says his name is. He needs a sharp reminder of what his name is! I am making a short video about him why don't you come right in. We can wait or I can video your meeting as you wish. He has no say in such matters."

You can always remember the boy's face when he saw it was his stepsister.

"George Smith Indeed!" She says. For the next hour and a half you watch her at work on the poor boy. It is all on the video. You end up realising that the girl is just as much a frustrated actress as he is a frustrated actor. She takes over the interviewing which allows you a much freer hand with the videoing. However, she talks as much as he. You, as usual, have made a précis of it here but to a much greater extent than the other conversations but you try to retain the substance of what each of them said.

Stop making such a fuss. Anyone would think if they heard you that I was a weight lifter rather than a weak little girl. Now where do we live? Give the full address and 'phone number.

"I live at 10b Station Drive, West Littleton, Near Norwich, Norfolk Postcode NO5 6TX. The telephone number is 07851 4356 but your mother does not allow me to make calls and you or my stepmother monitor and recorded all approved calls to me."

Describe the house.

"It is a largish house in its own grounds. The road ends at our house that sits astride the road. The house has huge wrought iron gates and the house is some fifteen yards behind the gates. Behind the house and the lawn is a wilderness which it difficult to get through but behind that is the children's play area in the park. There are quite high brick walls at the sides and at the front except where the gates are. On the ground floor…"

We are moving your bedroom to what has been the lounge and, when you are home, we will always keep the French doors unlocked and the light on! We will remove the curtains from the window at the front so anyone who looks through the gates can see what you are up to. We will keep the door to the rest of the house locked and neither you nor your father will have a key. You will NEVER be allowed in the rest of the house for ANY reason.

"But what if I want to use the lavatory or wash?"

"If you can't wait, you can use the boy's toilets in the park. No one locks them up even at night. You will wash, when told, in the pond on the front lawn. Now listen carefully. None of your clothes are ever to go into that room. When you get home you are to strip, not that you will be wearing much as you will soon learn. Then you will put your clothes in the mail chute by the back door. If we remember we will put them ready for you just outside the iron gates If we forget, you cannot get them as you cannot reach into the chute from outside. Of course anyone could 'borrow' them after we put them the front gates or they could get wet if it rains. You will just have to hope. All clear so far? Oh! Take your hand away from there at once or you will have your backside warmed up some more."

"Yes, but…"

"No buts! In the morning on school days you will get up as early as you can go out of the gates and put your clothes on. They will normally be just your new swimming slip and, if you are lucky, some P.E. shoes. You will run here and this kind man will allow you to change into your school clothes. He MAY, if you are especially good, let you wash and clean up or give you something to eat. You probably can catch the school bus if you hurry. After school you will return here. Do your homework under his supervision and when he is ready put on whatever he gives you to wear and run home and go straight to bed. That may be quite late but you may have visitors. Understand? Stop whining."

"Yes. Please…"

"Right! Let's get on. You look: far too smart for my stepbrother. And what's this? Your Willie is hard as I thought it was. Bend over. Don't bother stripping. I will just give you half a dozen with this cricket stump… If it stays hard, you will get more. Well, I warned you. Let's see if this second dose helps!
I am going to make some changes to your clothes but first I want you to describe each garment as you take it off. First describe your blazer in detail."

"It is a standard school one. I wore it at my old school but it is the same type that most boys wear at school here. It is dark blue with the school crest on. It has silver buttons but it is getting slightly too small for me. I think it will do another year as it looks relatively unworn."

"Not quite! I have a present for you. I still have the blazer I had when I was ten. It also has some wear in it, although it is much more worn than yours. We can sell yours to the school's second hand shop but mine is well past that. Now take off your old blazer and put on your new one and don't forget to say thank you. Also, describe it."

The boy starts to cry but his sister teases him and he dries his eyes and talks.

"It is navy blue but it is almost in rags. It is a girl's blazer as it does up the wrong side and it has large mother of pearl buttons. On dear! It is far too small for me and scarcely reaches my waist. It will have to stay open as it is far too tight and you have sewn up the button holes anyhow. There are no pockets anywhere. The crest is not ours. Oh! No! It is that of our arch rivals. My life won't be worth living in it. Please!"

"Now take it off again. Describe your tie."

"It is in the school colours: black and orange. It is part of the uniform. The stripes are diagonal. That's all I can say."

"I think stripes are dull but I have found this tie that you can wear to school instead. Tell us about it as you put it on."

"Oh! No! Please stop her doing this to me. It is black and orange all right but it is for a little boy. It has black teddy bears and toy trains on an orange background. It is too short for me the ends just come down to my chest."

"Now let us have a look at your shirt. You had plenty of spares and I have altered all those except the one that you are wearing to be more suitable for my little brother. Before you see the others I want to hear what you think I have done to them. NOW."

"I don't see what you can do to the shirts. You cannot shrink them or anything."

"No! I have not shrunk them. There are four different things for you to imagine. You can give up and have a dozen for each but use your imagination."

There is a pregnant pause and you can see the boy's mind working. If he were to suggest something she has not done maybe she would do it. On the other hand, forty-eight more strokes will hurt. Eventually he tries, "Maybe you cut the front shirt tail off?"

"Right but that is not enough to count as one of the four. Complete it."

"And the back tail? Can't that count as two? I cannot think of anything else."

"Yes, that can count as two but that means that there are five in all. You are still liable to get thirty-six strokes. Think!"

"Maybe you replaced the buttons with girlish ones?"

"No! I didn't but I will. Thank you for the idea."

The boy doesn't dare think of any more ideas. He feels that more guesses will give him more trouble. You notice and make sure the video shows his bulging crotch. He sees where you are filming and blushes. The crotch pulsates. He says, "I give up."

"Well. First. No, I will let you see. Take your shirt off. You can put the blazer and tie aside for now as you are not going to school today. Once you are ready you can put on one of your altered shirts."

The boy is obviously very turned on sexually. She warns him to stay on the stool. Soon he is naked above the waist except for his vest. The girl ignores that garment much to your surprise and she produces the shirt. The boy looks horrified. He starts to say something but she stops him. His eyes are crying but, below his waist, his obvious excitement tells a different story. He puts the thing on.

"Now what are the three other differences? He can hardly speak. You have put elastic around the waist so the shirt does not even cover my belly button. You have cut holes over my chest and you have edged them in lace…"

"Over you chest indeed! What would show through those holes normally?"

"My… Nipples?"

"Right we cannot see the effect with that vest on. Vests are not suitable for a sissy like you. Here are some scissors cut both sides from the waist to the arm holes. No, you can manage without taking the shirt off again. Don't you dare damage the shirt."

The boy does as she tells him. It is difficult and he twists about on the stool so much that he nearly falls off. She makes him stay put, however. Once he has cut both sides, the boy has to pull off the vest from beneath the shirt. This is quite difficult and makes a very attractive video as he squirms about balanced on the stool. The girl continues:

"Now smile at the camera and show your tits to their full advantage. Let the video see how the material nicely outlines your belly button. Put the tie and the blazer back on so we can see exactly how delicious you will look. Good your belly button is remaining on show whatever you do but the blazer hides your tits. Wriggle about a bit more. Good you can feel that. I lined the appropriate parts of the blazer with coarse sand paper. That should keep you aware of your nipples. Without buttons of course boys will glimpse them from time to time and will want to explore if I know boys. However, you have missed out the most obvious thing that I have done. What's it?"

"Oh no! You have dyed my shirt a pale pink!"

"Yes, I had an 'accident' with some red clothes in the washing machine. It will not wash out. I think it is most fetching."

The boy suddenly tightens up and a damp patch appears in the front of his trousers. He tries to hide it but his sister sees and she doesn't miss a trick. "What's that? Have you peed yourself?"

The shamefaced boy whispers that he has come. She makes him explain exactly what he means. You feel it is time for a pause in the girl's treatment of him as he will not be so excitable for a bit. You use the time making some important telephone calls, and all of them were satisfactory. It is your day even if not the boy's.

You dampen his crotch before you continue the video. You want him back on heat (not just staying hard which he always does) but it is better if the viewer does not realise that there was any delay!

That evening you continue as you want to finish dealing with his clothing. Sharon resumed her rôle as mistress of ceremonies.

"Now I want you to stand up on the stool. Don't be stupid. You won't fall off. Put your hands behind your back. You are really an indecent boy. Look at your crotch with that huge mound although there is the evidence that it has just been at work. You were wearing a vest. Are you also wearing underpants? If so, describe them to us."

"Yes, naturally I am. I always do. It is rude not to. Please let me keep them on. Even with them on you made me give a shameful exhibition of myself."

"I know all about that shameful exhibition as do the viewers. You definitely will not wear pants and trousers together for a long time. Now do as I told you describe them."

The boy was getting hot again but you don't think that he will fire off so easily. The earlier accident must have dampened his fires somewhat.

"They are an old pair of jockeys. I have had them for a long time and they are a bit small for me but they are good and tight. I like their feel and they help keep me more decent."

"Well, done. Now I want you to strip off everything above your waist. No! You won't fall. Do it erotically. Right now handle those tits of yours get them nice and firm so they point out as much as they can on a boy – or more or less a boy."

"Please leave me alone. I haven't done anything to hurt you."

"But I do plenty to hurt you as I enjoy it.! That's a smart belt you have on. No! Leave it there for now. I want to get those pants of yours off. You will cut them off just as you did your vest. No! Leave the belt in place. I know it is too tight to get your hands though. No, leave your fly alone. Think about it or do you need help again. It will cost another six. No. You can't roll up your trouser legs. Well, I will give you that help and then the six more. Pull you left trouser pocket inside out and now your right one. Here are the scissors. Now cut off all the while material. Stop snivelling like a baby! I know they are your only school trousers other than the kilt of course. No, cut it nearer the edge. Good Now I can see through those holes. I can glimpse those jockeys of yours and even a bit of flesh. The boys at school will find that fun. Now just cut each side of your jockeys and they will be free. No. Don't pull them out that way. Treat your hip pocket as you did the others and cut off that button at its top. It will be even more showy. Good! Now pull out your jockies trough that hole. Pull hard. I know they are tight about your prick but you won't hurt it too much. Stop making such a fuss and give them to me. Wow! They stink! You have obviously used them as a toilet and a cunt."

The boy starts to object but then remembers the damp spot and, looking very unhappy, he keeps his mouth closed. His sister rolls them into a ball with the crotch area on the outside and thrusts it all into the boy's mouth. She stands the boy up and goes behind him. One of her hands starts to play with his nipples while the other goes into the gap where one of his trouser pockets had been. On the video you catch the movements of the girl's hands playing with the boy's balls. Although the trousers intervene, they are thin and hide little either of what she is doing or the effects on his rock hard prick. It is even leaking more boy juice which makes another patch on the trousers. You can hardly continue filming as you are becoming so turned on.

"No! Don't struggle. It won't do you any good. Just relax and pretend that I am a boy in your form David Jones is, I think, the most likely. I know that he likes to sit next to you in class. DON'T try to spit out those dirty under pants of yours. They must taste unpleasant but it's all your stuff. I don't need answering. Just lean back. Gosh! Your boy-thing is hard and leaking. Don't you dare come. Maybe if I move my hand from your tits to your other pocket, you will calm down. My finger goes up your bum hole much more easily than it used to. Your hole must be stretching nicely. When we came to this village, I couldn't get one finger in without you yelling blue murder and now I can get two in easily. Stop crying or I'll really squeeze your balls."

"Well, we haven't all day. I don't want to waste any of the time of that video. I am taking your pants out of your mouth – for the present – as I want you to thank me properly."

"Thank you?"

"For what?…"

"Thank you for taking the pants out of my mouth. They were horrid."

"What else?…"

"Thank you for leaving me alone."

"No. I have done a lot for you today – and will be doing a lot more. Thank me properly."

"Thank you for everything… Thank you for giving me your blazer. Thank you for altering my clothes and playing with my body. Thank you –

"That will do but words are not enough. You have turned me on. Now you will have to satisfy me – with your mouth."

It is amusing as you have never photographed kids behaving heterosexually before. However, it is fun as the boy is so obviously hating it. He even loses his seemingly constant erection. He still wears his trousers and she just pulls her knickers down but she is obviously keen for me to video the action. It doesn't take long and since girls do not have that awful low following sex it really doesn't hold things up. You realise that with this boy there are plenty of females who will want to get in on the act. The boy is after all the most handsome lad that you know without a shadow of a doubt. The girl hardly waits to get back her breath.

"Take these scissors and cut you trousers down to become short shorts. A word of warning, if you don't cut off enough, I will do it for you. I will err on the other side."

"Please they are my only school trousers. Don't make me wreck them."

"Naturally I know they are you only school shorts. You have a kilt as well – remember!"

The boy cuts them as short as he dares. Unfortunately for him it is difficult to cut clothes when you are wearing them and in some places he cuts the shorts shorter than he intends. Moreover he forgets that there will need to be a hem made before he can wear them to school. This will make them even shorter. One way and another, Sharon does not need to cut off any more. Both she and you are more than content with the boy's handiwork. He will be less than happy when he realises exactly what he has done.

You have a brain wave. Sharon had mentioned a boy, David Jones, who sounds an interesting character. You take over the questioning just to ask exactly who the boy is and what precisely has he does at school. You think the boy is happy to return to his story telling mode but you let him continue for a bit. This will be a good chance as you want to video those trousers before exploring beneath them.

"David is the smallest boy in my class by a long chalk. He is one of the oldest boys and ashamed of being so small. He has a small cock still and I know he urgently wants it to grow. The boy is vicious with any of us bigger boys he can get his hands on. Within a few days of joining the school I caught him stealing. I didn't tell on him but he was caught and he has always blamed me for sneaking. There is nothing I can do to persuade him of my innocence. He often shares my desk and nearly always gets my cock out or unzips my fly. He tries to get me into trouble. Recently he and Sharon got to know each other quite well. Sharon invites him over about once a week and enjoys showing her power over me and then letting him loose on me. Sharon does not like him telling me all this. I indicate to her to ignore it – for now anyhow."

"One day after physical education, he hid all my clothes while I was in the showers. It is the last lesson before lunch. He then made me let him wank me off in the doorway to the busy playground before he would give me them back. He knows that if I hit him or don't do whatever he says, all he has to do is to tell Sharon. I would like to kill him."

You speak to Sharon and she phones this David. Once he is on the phone, she briefs him next door before getting him to speak to The Boy. You have a device on the phone so everyone in the room can hear the whole conversation and they can even join in. It is often fun and this occasion was no exception.

"Your sister has told me that you would like to speak to me. Maybe we could get together tomorrow. I am free in the morning."

"No." At this point you 'suggest' that they meet here. For an instant the boy is on the verge of revolt but he calms down and agrees. "Yes. Meet me at… about 10.30. I look forward to it."

"Tell me what you are wearing as your sister says it is interesting. I am just wearing my school trousers but I have had to cut them down to shorts."

"I trust you will be dressed the same when we meet. Good bye until tomorrow."

You tell the boy to return to the bar stool. You are happy that when the camera is at his crotch level or below, one of his balls is visible. You think that even a quarter inch [5 mm] hem will make thinks even more interesting! You ask Sharon "Would you like the boy's belt? It is much too adult looking for a boy still in shorts."

Sharon removes the belt then cuts off the belt loops. You won't need those if you don't have a belt. 'Unfortunately' she also cuts off the tag above the zip with the clip and the button.

"Never mind." you say. "I was going to have a tailor friend of mine make the hem. He can also put a press-stud there and change the zip to a strip of Velcro which will be much better for you." You don't add that it will make the shorts easy to pull off. He will extend the Velcro all the way down the insides of short's legs, such as they are.

As Sharon works, she pulls the shorts up a fraction and everything pops out and up! Sharon and you simultaneously warn him not to dare when he moves his hands as if they were about to adjust 'things'.

Time is getting on and you want the boy to yourself. You had to explain that you don't want the boy too badly caned and every evening the boy will receive his final beating of the day. You will punish him instantly for minor infractions. Then you will forget both the incident and its retribution. For more serious problems you will award him a number of strokes and he will work them off each evening. However you consider that twenty-four strokes on any evening is sufficient. You can vary the instruments to take some account of his behaviour. If he has earned less than twenty-four strokes that is all that he will get. On the other hand, if he has more that that number of strokes to come, he just gets the twenty-four. You will carry the rest forward to the next day. It is not right that to carry these over and I will add twenty per cent more strokes as 'interest'. Usually this will lead to a fraction of a stroke of interest being added. All such fractions will count as full strokes. Thus if the boy owes fifty strokes on day one and gets thirty on days two and three and then ten each day after that what he actually gets is

The girl surprises you when she suggests that she goes home and sees the effects of the punishment in the morning. You are only too happy to punish him yourself. It is only when she has gone that you realise he has not been nude in front of her at all. You are happy that you now have him all to yourself. You think he is as pleased about it as you are!

Before the sound of the door closing had died away you have the boy in your arms and are pulling off those stupid shorts. You then throw him over the same stool as he had been using as a seat and picked up a heavy school cane. You are too turned on and too excited to take as much time as you would have done otherwise. You are more severe than you might have been with any other lad.

You give the first three in well under a minute then you slow down. His backside was too good to waste like than. You have a special metronome that you use. You force yourself to pause and set it up. You use its slowest speed that gives three clicks a minute. Once you start it, you gave a stroke every other click so the remaining twenty-one strokes took just under a quarter of an hour. Normally you give a full minute between strokes.

You consider this is as fast as a boy should be expected to accept a proper beating. Many boys have begged you to speed it up as the waits are so long. With this boy, you could well have operated much faster as the next event was so very exciting. You always cane, with as much force as you can, while retaining accuracy. Once the boy tried to wriggle away so you again paused and fitted the handcuffs with the chain.

Really it was a waste of time as you put his hands behind his back and although you threaten to fix the centre of the chain you don't bother as you know he finds the beating as much of a thrill as you do. You know he will never actually admit that he is a masochist, if indeed he knew the word, but you equally know that he wants everyone to understand that he is. Everyone that is except for him!

Chapter 4

"Tell me what happened at your last physical education lesson?"

"I went to school and my sister gave David Jones the envelope with what I hoped was my normal kit. «Why?» I had wondered, «Was it not just given to me?» The boy said I could open it when I was stripped off and ready to put it on. I was already one of the last to change and the last in kit was always in trouble so I undressed as quickly as I could. Now, I should explain, we each have our own locker which has an individual key. However a month ago David had pinched my key and would lock and unlock the locker when he was ready to and not before. I always had to give him everything I was wearing, or my towel if I had been showering, before he would unlock the door and give me what he considered I should have."

"On one or two occasions I have lost my temper and laid into him but either I get punished for 'bullying' as he is so small or he beats me to a pulp but usually both. He fights viciously and dirtily. I have learnt that it is better to do as he tells me – whatever that might be. At least he does not fuck me or have me suck him. He does not like me or anyone else to see his small cock."

"Sorry, I better get back to that last P.E. lesson. My clothes were all 'safely' locked up and then he gave me the envelope to open. Well, as you know, it contained gym shoes all right no singlet but about half the other pupils do P.E. without anything on top. The shorts were the problem. Normal thin cotton well-worn thin and tight as always at the end of a year as we mostly get new kit in the autumn – I hope I do! The problem was that a figure of eight had been cut out of them. The top and bottom of the 'eight' were about half an inch [1 cm] below the waist band, front and back. The sides of the eight were about two inches [5 cm] from the side seam front and back and the narrow part was between my legs. There was no way that I more decent than if I had indeed been stark naked."

"There was a full-length mirror in the changing room and I glanced at it to confirm by worst fears. David saw me and said, »Stop admiring yourself like a young girl. We can all see your hard cock.« Mr Smith came in at this point and he must have overheard this as David had said it loudly so that all our class mates would hear."

"The man made no comment about David's statement or indeed how I was dressed. He just hurried us into the gym. He gave us a heavy session of physical jerks and made me face the others so they could take their timing from me. He always calls someone out front but seldom me. I don't know if it was how I was dressed. The trouble was my stiffy just wouldn't go down. After this we had vaulting and rope climbing. David found endless opportunities to grab and fondle me. He would assist the master by 'catching' at the vaulting horse, for example, or standing at the bottom of my rope to 'help' me up. Mr Smith must have realised what the boy was up to. I thought I might even fire off but luckily didn't quite."

"After the lesson Mr Smith made me stay behind to put the equipment away. When I was finished, he went with me into the changing room. Most boys had finished showering and changing and were leaving. He spoke to a fully clothed David. «I don't want you hanging about here but I will have a word with you in my office. Then I want you out of the changing room area and don't come near it during your lunch hour.» David caught my eye and shrugged his shoulders. He tried to give me my key but Mr Smith, without seeing the key, stopped him with a «You fondled him enough in the gym.» What was I to do I took off my wrecked kit and showered. When I came out the place was empty. After a bit I put the kit back on as I was getting chilly – not that it helped much. A first former came in and said «David asked me to say He cannot come back now but he will when the registration bell rings. Why are you wearing those rags?» I shooed him out and sat down in tears. Shortly a group of first formers came in and I tried to hide in the showers. They found me and bundled me but they didn't do too much but they are just youngsters."

"Well, that is all. I missed my lunch but David did come back and unlocked my locker for me. I was late for registration and I had no excuse that the form master would accept so he gave me six of the best – trousers down in front of the class."

"Sir! When are you going to give me the rest of the two dozen?"

You know that you gave him the full twenty-four but you can take a hint and asked, "Well! Are you ready for all the rest or how many can you take now?"

"I could just about take the full dozen," he replies.

He got them even harder than before. He seemed to be content and you both sleep until morning.

You are awakened by the door bell, but the boy stays in the world of Nod. You go down in a dressing gown and find a boy who you have never met waiting. It turns out to be the David that you had heard about so recently. This is very convenient as you want to get to know him when nobody else is around. The lad's description is very accurate. He could pass as ten or eleven but his face has a hard adult expression. Somehow you think of Shakespeare's Cassius

Let me have men about me that are fat,
Sleek-headed men, and such as sleep o' nights;
Yond Cassius has a lean and hungry look,
he thinks too much: such men are dangerous.

You are always kind and, with promises of secrecy from him, you give him some pills that will help to get him to develop fast so that in a year's time you will have the biggest 'body' in the class. Naturally they are the antithesis of that and are largely female hormones that will in effect stop his growth stone dead. You explain the dose, taking into account that he will double it. He is very grateful and you agree to continue to supply him until he has overtaken the others.

You prepare things and creep up to the bedroom. The boy is blindfolded before he has a chance to see who his assailants are. You put headphones on him which are playing a recording of a boy screaming. There are vague clues that he is being assaulted or interfered with sexually.

Once all that has been done and he will be unaware when the voices are real, you give David a conducted tour of the boy's body. You watch carefully to pick up clues as to exactly what would most turn that boy on. You decide that a pin board treatment will be very effective. You have the stuff handy and get David to use the video while you don an executioner's mask. You then dressed all in black leather so you would really be unrecognisable even by your mother. You offer David a choice of similar clothing but since he would have to undress, maybe even in front of you, he declines. The time will come you think. You move the boy onto a trolley with some especial attachments. These allow the boys calves to be fixed into two half cylinders that can be adjusted as you might wish.

You move them so his knees are to the side of his lower abdomen and as wide apart as they can go without a risk of dislocation. They are only about six inches [15 cm] off the mattress. The ankles are maybe a foot [30 cm] higher but much closer together. This forces the anus to open even before it is touched and to be lifted well off the mattress. The room is surrounded by mirrors and the trolley and boy are brightly lit. The boy's arms, wrists, neck, forehead and waist are strapped down. You remove the blindfold. The boy can see David and an unidentifiable man and his own nude body. He can move his eyeballs enough to take in everything. He can talk or scream but cannot hear any reply or anything else that is being said and the tape blocks out all such sounds. I place a pin board over his chest. It reaches to his waist and, since there is a chunk taken out, down either leg without interfering with his once again proud cock.

You remove this temporarily knowing that his mind will be puzzling out its object. David washes the whole area with soap, hot water and a nail brush. He then applies some disinfectant that toy know will sting quite satisfactorily.

After this intermission the pin board is replaced. You proceed to use about thirty map pins fixing either side of his cock to the board. Each pin goes through a pinched up bit of skin and then is pushed firmly into the board. You leave the crown untouched – it isn't going anywhere. You have another pin board that you place loosely on top of the other and use a similar method to stretch his scrotum. This is more fun as the pins are not restricted to the edges but can be anywhere in the scrotum but should miss the boy's balls. This is not a real restriction as a sharp needle can even go through the balls in nine hundred and ninety-nine cases out of a thousand without any physical damage. That one case always worries you so he was let off that. You take over filming while David uses various sprays on the exposed pinned down area. You provide him with several different hot and cold sprays and some rubbing alcohols! Unfortunately it is time for David to go. You know someone who will not be sorry.

You don't untie him or even unpin him but feed him as he stands. You strip off your gear and the boy mutters "I knew it was you – really."

The afternoon is spent by you talking to the stepmother and her daughter and they arranged for the guide commandant / guider to come over. They are all amused by the boy's predicament. Not that they do anything to help other than to add a few pins or press in others which may be working loose. You take off the headphones from time to time so he can join in the conversation. He isn't really interested in doing so.

That evening you take him down to the cellar. The diagram here shows it – not to scale. The walls are solid lines while the dashed lines are bars like a prison in a film set. Each cell is equipped with a bed, table and a chair and plenty of solid rings to restrain the inhabitant should he become obstreperous. The walls are thick and nearly impervious to sound but the more important conversation stopper is the video, television and other audio systems which are always on very loud. They carry a continuous programme of 'education' films. The subject of which these is easy to guess!

Boys often stay in these cells for weeks without even leaving the cellar. There are blinds just outside the bars that can be let down so one prisoner can go to the toilet, be showered, etc. without seeing any others or being seen by them. Sometimes there are two kids in the large cell, private punishment area. Usually they are only too pleased to go to a cell on their own, as in spite of the isolation, they will have less attention from you.

While the boy stares around trying to take it all in , you want him principally to meet the inmates. They had 'met' him before in a sense as they had seen several times every scrap of video film that had been taken of him.

There are three other lads there. They are also to be slaves at the camp. There are four patrols with between eight and ten lads in each of them and this number of boys would be too many for a single lad to cope with. However a patrol would be just about the right size since most of the kids would come five or six times. It would also be fun to breed jealousy into the situation. The other three boys were

The boy who had been a slave at the smaller camp two years ago. In the intervening period, his education has been broadened vastly. For example he spent last Christmas holidays as a boy waiter in a men only hotel in Denmark. The men there dress as they wish. The boy waiters, handymen, bell boys, etc. have to earn their clothes. He really was too experienced for the camp but one such lad can be an advantage.

Your nephew and here you look forward to much rivalry between him and your boy. Your nephew had just come to live with you and would go to the same school in the autumn. He is one month older than your boy. He had been brought up in a strict no-nonsense home where he learnt nothing at all about sex. He knew nothing about masturbation when he came to you. His parents had died in a plane crash and he stayed at his old school until this holidays. He was a nice blond but no way as interesting as your current boy.

A rather chubby boy who had run away from a home for difficult lads. He claimed that he was being bullied and one senior had made him unbutton his fly so he could peer in. All this is true as far as you know. He made a fuss about going back. You have been asked to educate him and to make him more amenable to such interest being taken in his body. Like your nephew, he knows nothing about sexual matters and you are keeping them both that way until camp starts.

These boys do not really concern us here as they will join our 'hero' at camp but you need a crystal ball to know what will happen next week!

The boy is shell shocked but this does not effect his performance in bed He got his twenty-four strokes and they were enough for him as this time he didn't behave like Oliver Twist. You are more turned on than him and you use him many times, not that he objects in any way.

You feel that the boy should spend the day in one of the cells and you want to spend some time with your nephew. If you play your cards right, your nephew won't enjoy the attention you pay to him. On the other hand, the boy will start to get jealous which is always amusing and can help get the boy to do anything you want not that you have had any problem so far. The fear that he might 'lose' you will lead him to do things that he might otherwise hesitate to do.

Early in the morning you take him unwashed and unfed down to the cells. You put him into one of the central cells and let down its blind. He will hear everything but without effectively the use of his eyes he will misinterpret, hopefully, what he hears. When you raise the blind, it will be to give him more misinformation visually!

You start with the fat boy who is no longer so fat. He has been on a carefully controlled diet. By the end of camp he will hardly be over the weight for a normal boy of his age and height. He will also have many experiences which most boys, could not understand let alone dream about. The time for these experiences is not quite yet as you want him still innocent at the start of camp. He is shy enough to make quite a fuss however when you do things of little sexual significance to him. You, for example, often give him an enema. It is part of his weight reducing regim but its volume and the size of the insert would be thought unsuitable by most disinterested doctors. He can be 'encouraged' to make a lot of noise which should upset your boy particularly as he cannot see exactly what is going on.

You however raise your boy's blind once that boy is out of sight and start a session with your nephew. This time you yourself strip off and have the naked boy sitting on your lap. You fondle him everywhere EXCEPT his penis. Quite naturally the unhappy and insecure lad gets hard and he cannot hide it from the onlookers.

You demand, "Why are you having such filthy thoughts? Tell me all about them."

The boy does not know what is going on and he just is hard because he is embarrassed. Probably he does not understand anything about the reasons for erections but just feels they are 'naughty'. You play this sort of 'game' with him for a long time and watch out of the corner of your eye as your boy gets hotter and hotter.

You put a blindfold onto your nephew followed by a helmet affair. You seem about to put more restrictive things on the boy when you suddenly remember the blind and stop your boy watching any further action. You change your nephew for the slave boy from two years ago and when the boy's blind is raised again he thinks that the boy in bondage is the innocent and fearful kid that he has just been watching! The slave is put through his paces and gets quite a beating. You are watching your boy's reactions more that those of the slave.

Later on the patrol leaders come to meet the slaves. You let two of them enjoy themselves with the boy. One is John of course. The other two share the slave boy's large cell. You watch for some time before leaving two video cameras recording the action in these two cells. You note how mystified the two innocents are but that doesn't really matter. They can only hear what is going on and cannot work out the details – you trust.

It really is a quiet day. Maybe it is the lull before the storm. However you give the boy his regular two dozen and taking him to bed but every reader will know what went on there. You are sure that every reader's knowledge is different but you will not enlighten him any further about your private affairs.

This morning you wake up invigorated and wondering how the lad will survive the day. You give him a good breakfast and let him have a leisurely bath. He had a towel round him when the visitors started to arrive which you consider quite sufficient. The following was a reasonably complete guest list. (The boys in the cells would have a first class video view but they were not be been seen so are not guests):

• The boy's stepmother
• The boy's father – hardly a guest as you will see.
• Sharon
• Trudie
• John and his brothers
• Uncle Harry – the uncle of the boy who was the camp slave two years ago.
• Twin sister Jane from same family
• Guide Commandant (Guider) and her three patrol leaders besides Sharon and Trudie
• A doctor and male nurse in case of accidents
• A tame solicitor
• A couple of the bikers who were asked in case muscle was needed.
• Several well primed video cameramen, photographers and sound technicians.
• There were also a number of adult friends of mine and of the boy's stepmother.

Slowly and predictably the man had to strip right off. Two or three times he hesitated but she didn't even have to nod towards the toughs as her mental control was sufficient. Maybe the man knew that any resistance would be futile.

Once the man is naked the nurse gives him an injection. You know exactly what it does although the pharmacological details are beyond your interest. Its effects are inevitable and simple. The man will have a huge sex drive but will be very malleable for the next three hours. The drug was given a chance to work and the video and so on started. His wife took over, "Now I want you to tell everyone when you last had normal sex with me?"

"The day before our marriage. You have never let me since. You let me masturbate three weeks ago in front of some of your daughter's friends. Other than that I haven't had a single climax except for wet dreams but these are rare as I usually have to wear a wire 'protector' to bed and you have its only key."

"I hope you are not daring to complain. Tell everyone when you have had homosexual high jinks?"

"When I was at boarding school and about thirteen years old, my friends and I had circle jerks but I didn't enjoy them and refused as soon as I was tough enough to stand up to the older boys. You have made me perform with some of your boy friends to humiliate us. I have never done anything homosexual otherwise."

"Right! You will be pleased to learn that today you will have all the sex you wish for. It will be on my terms naturally. What do you have to say to that? Thank you but must it be so publicly and in front of those cameras?"

"I said on my terms! Now kiss your son. Don't worry he knows better than to resist. No, do it properly and make sure the cameras can see your tongue going right into his mouth. Don't worry I know you both will be recognisable in such a close-up."

"Now you are to put on a show with him on that bed. I am not going to give you instructions while you are doing it as that will spoil the video's sound track. In this first session, you will fuck and suck off your son. He will then do the same for you. Make sure that both your cums are visible but don't withdraw until you actually start to climax. Whenever your mouths are empty, you are to talk together as if you are not only father and son but also lovers. He will call you 'Dad' and you will call him 'Son' although you should use each other's full names a couple of times. O.K. Get going."

The session is a long and very successful one and the father's drug induced sexual appetite is almost equalled by the son's abnormally high sexual drive. The fact that they are committing incest, is not mentioned but will be clear in the edited film. After the man recovers his sanity as the drugs work themselves out of the system, we have lunch. The father, wife, lawyer and I go into my study. There are plenty of people who want to get to know the boy better to avoid him getting bored when we leave him.

The wife says to her husband something like –

"Our marriage is just not working out as you are just too weak willed for me. I have decided to divorce you. No, don't dare interrupt me. I am making certain conditions and I should warn you that you can either agree to them when I will set up a suitable correspondent for you or you resist when this morning's activities with your son will give me suitable reason to divorce you and will earn you a very long prison sentence."

"You will give me the house together with everything that is in it or normally near by. This will include all your clothing and your car for example."

"You will sign papers which this solicitor has prepared which will let me, or anyone else, adopt your son."

"All the money in your bank accounts, which you have already made joint accounts, will belong to me entirely. This will also apply to the small sum you have in the post office savings bank and building societies."

"You will resign your stupid office clerking job by signing a suitable letter."

"You will accept a job that I have found for you at a girl's boarding school which is going to take in a few boys. Your job will include cleaning out the toilets and similar places during lesson time and supervising the boys, day and night, to make sure than they do not have sex together unless it has been authorised by the girls. You and they will however perform at any time in front of them. You will not normally accompany them to the toilet during the day as they will use a specially constructed toilet in the middle of the playground. The girls may prohibit one or more boys (or yourself for that matter) even those toilets and you are responsible for enforcing that prohibition. The girls and teachers may use you and the boys for various activities such as biological experiments, life drawings, etc. The school will pay you 8000 a year out of which you will pay for your clothing and keep. They hope to keep this charge to 7999 but cannot guarantee it. You will sign a ten year contract with them. You cannot break the contract but they can without penalty on giving you three hours' notice. In this case all the clothing they have provided for you must be returned before you leave. I have enrolled my daughter at the school and your ex-son will join it some time next term."

"It's not really any of your concern but after camp your son will continue to live with me and my daughter and will continue for some time at the school here. The kind man whose house this is will take a steadily increasing interest in him. When I get bored with the lad, this man might adopt him (the same papers will do) he will go to the boarding school where Sharon and you will be."

"A bit of advice for you. Sharon will be the only girl at that school, who will know both your background and that the boy is your son. You will need to keep her happy so she doesn't tell the others! Of course whatever you do she may just decide that it is more fun to tell them but you will have to take that risk."

"When this party is over, you will not return to my home. I gather the motor cycle club will put you up in their headquarters on some nights and the guides will look after you on others. Your ex-son will not be needing his kilt until after camp when you will be going to the school anyhow. So you can use it although it will be very small indeed on you and without you wearing anything else it will look very distinctly unusual."

"I assume all that is agreeable to you. Oh! I will have you visit me in London from time to time as you get on so well with some of my lovers. Sorry I should be more accurate as they get on with you."

The man is given a number of documents to sign. He has no choice as otherwise you would twist his balls right off. The lawyer produces them quickly one after another giving the man no chance even to read them. The lawyer says "O.K. That should be fine these will be witnessed and there will be no need for him to appear in the divorce court. He will just have run away. I cannot think there will be any problem."

The trolley that the boy so hated the other day is produced and the boy has to strap his father onto it. The boy hates having to adjust the leg clamps to expose his own father so very obscenely but he has no choice. The man is made to hold out his hands alternately for the boy to tawse. The boy finds it not only mentally but physically difficult. The physical problem is dealt with as the boy is stood on a coffee table but no one intends to help him with the mental one of punishing his father. The man has never hurt the boy beyond being too weak willed to stand up to the women in the family and the boy is genuinely attached to him.

The boy gives about twelve to each hand which takes the man well beyond the point where he might get any sexual satisfaction from the pain. The man's sexual masochism has always been in the area of mental humiliation rather than anything physical. There is water in his eyes but he is quite tough and doesn't break down – yet. The woman locks him into a heavy halter. It is well padded round the neck and arm holes but it is nevertheless very effective. Two seventy pound [31 kg] weights are locked to its sides. As he is lying down, he is unaware of the problems he will have from these weights next week. This will be made worse as his ex-wife will hold the keys. The boy next has to give his dad a huge enema. The man is not over large and four and a quarter quarts [4 liter] is a lot of liquid. Once in, the liquid is held in with an inflatable butt plug.

The father and son have a family kiss and cuddle for the cameras. Shortly the man starts to have cramps. These may have been due to the glycerine or the strong soap that the enema contains. The enema also contained a muscle relaxant but this would not normally cause the cramps themselves but rather make them more severe. The boy is told to massage his father's swollen stomach but to take care not to touch the now very erect prick with his hands but from time to time he has to kiss its tip.

The next job for the boy is not so pleasant. He is given a pair of eyebrow tweezers and made to pluck out all the hair from under the man's arms – and he is very hairy. Both man and boy must have an idea of what then follows. However when the boy is given a straight razor to shave his father's chest, he thinks about refusing as the thing scares him as being far too dangerous. He has no real choice. He only nicks the man once and there is little blood. Once the man's chest is virtually hair free the boy is allowed to use a safety razor to clean up the bits.

The next command is no surprise. The boy is to shave his dad's cock and balls. This time he is told that he will have to use the straight, cut throat, razor to get every last hair off. He does a good job but they both sweat a lot as he shaves his father's scrotum. The arse crack comes next. The boy feel that this is a much easier shape and he relaxes a bit but gives the man a nasty nick but the blood is stopped with plastic skin.

Once the boy has finished shaving his dad, it is time to let the liquid out of the man's arse. The rules were explained to both of them. The man had been given four and a quarter quarts [4 liter], which is one hundred and seventy fluid ounces of liquid, besides anything that might have been inside him already. A bowl would be put beneath his arse to catch the outpouring. Any liquid in the bowl would lead to them being punished. The boy will have a teacup and anything that he can catch in the teacup and empty into a bucket will not count. The number of fluid ounces in the bowl will give the number of strokes the boy will have to give to the man. Any strokes that he gives which considered too weak would be repeated and then immediately given to the lad. In addition the man and boy would have to drink the liquid from the bowl – half each. A schoolmaster friend of yours says "Maybe it would be better if different instruments were used for the different strokes so the punishment would really build up if the man was very careless or the boy relaxed. Thus a suitable system might be

The punishments are given slowly. It would be a waste of time and paper to try to describe yet another corporal punishment session. It is noticeable that the boy is far tougher than his father. While the boy maintains an erection throughout the man loses his each time he is spanked after the first thirty-six or so. He regains his erection when his cock is handled by any of the women or when he punishes his son.

You have a meal break before the main action. The plan for the rest of the day is not known by many of the people there. Definitely the father and son have been given no idea and could hardly imagine what more could happen. Many of the guests use the break to get the father or son (or both) to help them to get their rocks off.

The man is eventually tied back on the trolley but this time sitting, trunk upright, on his very sore rump. His ex-wife explains what is to happen to a completely silent room. Both the main participants start to cry. The idea that men are more brave than kids, is thus proved false yet again.

The woman says, "Some time ago my darling daughter got fed up with the perpetually dirty state of her step brother's private parts and being a sensible girl decided that he should be circumcised. His father started to make a fuss and I threatened to do the same to him. That was the end of his arguments. I have reconsidered the situation and it seems to me that what was good for the son should be good for the father. This is especially true as now he cannot clean the area himself."

"I do not feel it would be right to ask my daughter to go through this chore a second time. While I was his wife I would have done the honourable thing but now this is no longer the case I think his only relation left should do it. That is his son. He is still far too young to be allowed surgical instruments so I have an old pair of toy scissors which I have sterilised properly and he may use. I know that his ex step sister will enjoy giving him detailed instructions from her experience."

Well, all that was a couple of hours ago and you have the boy in bed with you and everyone else has left. The boy was upset when you gave him his usual twenty-four strokes as he claimed he had been punished enough for one day. It wasn't so long since he wanted more. You feel that you just don't understand kids. After you have enjoyed yourself in the usual ways, you will let the boy have a good night's sleep as he will need it as tomorrow is to be a very busy day with many new adventures for him.

It will also be busy for you so you will wish all your readers an enjoyable night. You are sorry not to be able to write any more but you cannot foretell the future but it should be fun anyway.

The End