Chapter 1
A Little Accident.

Dr White was curious what kind of medical issue 13-year-old Aiden was coming in about. He had walked in, no parents, no appointments, and had been unwilling to give the receiving nurse any information. He had been the doctor's patient since birth.

The cute blond teenager was having difficulty making eye contact. Reviewing his file, the doctor remembered him as an articulate, outgoing boy that loved to swim.

He had been raised by his mom and step-dad, his original dad being a deadbeat. He recalled the boy's mom too had died in a mysterious accident a couple of years ago, but he had seemed happy with his step-dad and his new wife.

It was odd that a healthy boy was here instead of enjoying the summer vacation; school had just let out.

"I was taking a shower, and I slipped and fell on a candle," he told the doctor, using an emergency room cliché.

The truth was the boy had been fantasizing about shoving something in his butt for a while, and earlier that day he'd seen one of his cuter male classmates bend over, and he noticed how nice the boy's butt looked. The rest of the day, he couldn't stop thinking about sticking things into boys' butts, so when he got home he couldn't wait to try a little experiment.

"Not the first time someone's done something like this, not the last," the doctor chuckled to the boy, sensing an opportunity to have a little fun. Possibly too much fun… he thought to himself.

"Just give me a second, ok," he said hurriedly typing into his computer and printing a page out. "Before I remove the candle from your ass, I'm going to need you to sign this release form, just to acknowledge your consent to the procedure." He used the word "ass" to try to make the boy feel more relaxed and congenial, for the moment.

Only the form wasn't really a release form, it was more a signed confession about the situation. It was intended to be used to later blackmail the boy.

Before removing the candle, the trusted doctor set up a video camera. He wanted Aiden to know he had evidence, and to think he wasn't afraid to use it. Plus, he knew he might wish to "review the procedure" later.

The boy was already in his underwear (the intake nurses always had the young patients strip to save time), so getting him totally naked was easy. With a few instructions, the boy was on all fours, legs spread, and ass stuck up high. The horny doctor drank in the obscene pose – it was beautiful.

Emergency rooms usually get these type of cases, and the patients are usually older, but the doctor had handled such cases during an internship. He was looking forward to this one. As he was donning gloves, he asked, "Did you enjoy inserting this thing?" He was kind-of curious, but he was mostly seeing if he could coax any more blackmail-worthy information out.

He managed to extract some embarrassing stories and fantasies from the boy; he was obviously still learning about himself. The doctor wasn't certain if it would be useful material exactly, but he thought he would be able to use it for leverage. He knew boys of that age were very self-conscious and scared of others finding out what went on in their heads.

He knew having Aiden assist by pulling his cute little cheeks apart would make it easier, but the doctor didn't really care about it being easy, painless, or fast.

He was enjoying playing with the kid's butt.

He continued probing, in both senses. Aiden couldn't really explain what caused him to shove the candle up his ass; he just said he wasn't thinking. It felt like the boy was warming slightly.

He was fishing around in the boy's hole with his thumb and index finger, spreading the tight lips apart, trying to get a view. Eventually he saw the waxy end. It was incredibly slippery in there, and it took about three attempts to gain purchase.

The boy was gasping and moaning, forcing his lips together, trying to be quiet in the clinical setting.

When he finally got just past the thickest part of the candle, which was the first part to come out, his tight ass squeezed the thing out so hard it flew out and hit the doctor in the stomach. It was just a short stub, a bit longer than the boy's middle finger; it would be easy to lose your grip on it. The boy's doctor laughed, held the thing by the wick, and dropped it in the trash.

"Ok, well, of course my office is always open to you, but I think we need to do a little sex therapy, so you learn safe practices."

"Nah…" the teenager was no more eloquent; he was embarrassed still, and reverting to not making eye contact.

"Actually, I wasn't really asking, unless you want me to contact your parents."

"You can't do that! This is confidential!"

Chuckling the doctor responded, "Sounds like you have no idea how the law works, I'm really supposed to report dangerous activity to your parents or guardians."

The doctor continued, "How about we come to an agreement? Come to my house, I'll give you a safe toy, explain safe sex. It'll be a safe space." He internally winced at the words: they seemed so uncool, but knew that kids of this generation were familiar with the phrase. Indeed, the kid seemed to swallow it.

"I will have to inform your parents if you don't show."

The wary kid gulped and wondered what his options were.

Chapter 2
Upping the Ante.

The doctor was also considering his options.

He considered trying to legitimately befriend the boy, taking advantage of the shared secret, and decided it was too much work, and he didn't really care whether the boy was his friend. In fact, maybe that relationship was too limited; some of his fantasies were distinctly unfriendly.

So, he decided to manipulate the boy using the other crude levers available to him; embarrassment, fear, blackmail.

The not-so-good Doctor had a week to set the trap.

The day before the meeting, Dr White called Aiden as a courtesy reminder. Less courteously, he played a cringe-worthy audio recording of Aiden describing his fantasy with his crush, threatening him implicitly.

Chapter 3
A Sexual Lesson.

"OK. As I was saying, the candle incident suggests that you should get some safe sex toys and learn to use them correctly," the doctor tried a friendly approach to win the boy's confidence, as he shifted his legs in an unsuccessful attempt to conceal his boner.

There was a moment of awkward silence.

"Strip," he commanded, the friendly approach abandoned.

"Wait what, now?"

"Look, do you want your parents to do this with you instead?"

Aiden didn't quite believe that that was really the alternative, but he decided he just wanted to get out of there, and maybe just getting it over was the fastest way. His cocky teenage brain was pretty sure he could kick this guy's ass if it came down to it.

So he took off his clothes, nervously glancing at the middle-aged man who was getting very excited, wondering how far he could take this. The doctor, without even thinking, removed his outer dress-shirt revealing a hairy torso in a tank top.

The boy paused as he got to his tighty-whiteys. He looked at the doctor for mercy, but the doctor raised his eyebrows and indicated for him to proceed. The boy sighed and pulled the thin garment down his smooth legs, stepping out of it.

The doctor wasn't trying to hide his perverted intentions, and the boy was pretty sure he understood them.

The doctor got out what appeared to be a little gift bag. It contained two rubber phalluses which bounced as he dumped them onto his desk.

"This," he said to the boy, holding up the larger one, a butt-plug with a large base to prevent a recurrence of the incident that led them here, "is a butt-plug." The boy's eyes widened and his jaw dropped slightly. "This goes in your ass," he added, stating the obvious.

The boy was still frozen with fear and confusion. It was also making him weirdly horny.

"Weren't you going to teach me or something?" the boy asked, a bit overwhelmed by how foreign it was. He was getting hard as he thought about it.

"I'll tell you if you do something wrong. You'll learn best if you try to figure it out for yourself."

The boy gingerly squeezed a thin line of lube along the length of the plug.

"Smear it around with your hand. Don't be afraid to get messy," the doctor encouraged. He was feeling a bit giddy as the show began. "Get on your back and raise your knees to your chest, then slowly, gently push it in."

The boy tenderly pressed the blunt rubbery tip against his tight, puckered hole. He took a deep breath, closed his eyes and pushed. It didn't work. "Breathe and push, slow and steady," the doctor suggested, hoping it wasn't too large to fit.

Things got slightly easier for the lad once the tip was inside. "Keep breathing."

The boy was breathing, indeed, really hard. He still hadn't gotten to the widest part of the plug.

High-pitched grunting began as he finally got to the widest part, almost immediately his elastic ass closed, pushing the rest into him up to the base. A long high grunt was followed by 20 seconds of hyperventilation, and he managed to calm down with the large item wedged inside him.

"OK, great, hard part's over," the doctor said. He jokingly added, "Well, I guess we both have one hard part left," as he patted the kid on his rock-hard erect penis.

"Here's one for your mouth," he said, not sure if he could really convince the boy, but he thought it'd look sexy if he could.

Aiden looked doubtful as he raised it to his lips. He was about to ask a question and the doctor cut him off, "Don't think, just put it in."

It was so hot. He slowly took it in to about the length of his middle finger, letting a lot of the stalk hang out. With the two plugs in him, he looked slutty in delightful contrast to his boyish cuteness.

"OK, part 3. Masturbate."

He was pretty boned up at this point, and so self-consciousness gave way to his need for release. The butt-plug was stimulating his prostate and the fake dick in his mouth restricted breathing enough to enhance the sexual tension. He was very close to climaxing and he was just starting with the good part.

He started stroking normally, but he was inexperienced and ultra-horny. He came within a minute, with a mighty whimper. The boy was sated completely and just wanted to sleep. Still in ecstasy, he looked up at the doctor's glowing visage. He moaned a little as the plug shifted inside him.

"OK, try this out every day, at least once. You'll be an expert in no time!" the doctor tried to sound cheery.

He figured it would be pushing it to get much more out of the kid in this session. "Might want to slow down a little though. But I think you'll be hooked, and I've got a lot more to teach you." He didn't, but he was sure he would think of something before the next time; for now, he just had to get the kid to come back, although he'd resort to blackmail if need be.

"OK, just practice for the week so I can make sure you've got it out of your system. I can tell by examination if you've been using it," the doctor lied in order to encourage him to indulge his curiosity. "Come back next week, and if it seems like everything's in order, you won't need to come back again."

Chapter 4
Parents Find Out.

And so Aiden left for the week. He didn't really want to keep seeing the Doctor, or to have to play with the dildos, but he was afraid that the doctor would be able to tell whether he had complied. Anyway, he had been genuinely curious when he had tried the candle out, he just didn't want to be under adult supervision for his experimentation.

So, he checked quickly that his parents were gone, then he lubed up the first plug. Gasping and moaning, he slowly pushed it into himself. It didn't hurt quite as much as the first time, but he was breathing very heavily when his ass got past the widest part and sucked the rest in up to its base, just like last time.

He paused to savor the sensation. He noticed that he was already extremely hard; much harder than when he started.

He couldn't really believe how much he liked these toys.

The thought of going back to the doctor for more didn't seem so bad at that moment; raging with hormones, he wondered what other tricks the family doctor might know.

He had been skeptical, but he decided to go for the dildo in the mouth as well. It didn't quite make sense to him why he enjoyed it, but he did.

Now, he was excited for the next part. He didn't really need it but he lubed up his dick in anticipation of the fun. He used his right hand to stroke his dick, starting slow at first, while using his left to move the butt-plug in various patterns.

As he did it, the pressure in his balls was building. He started going harder, grabbing his dick harder, stroking harder, fucking himself with the butt-plug harder. Then faster. And faster. He was so young and vigorous.

He was beginning to feel himself edging to an orgasm and he wanted it to go on forever. But he lacked the self-control to actually slow down and stop. He was now jacking as fast and hard as he could, almost hurting his dick but he was so high on endorphins that he didn't notice; it was good he had lubed up.

On the utter brink of ecstasy, his head leaned back, breathing short even before considering the rubber dick in his mouth, his toes were curling involuntarily. His whole body tensed knowing he was just one stroke away.

And the bedroom door opened with his parents dressed up for a gala event at a local charity; Aiden thought he had locked the door, but he failed to closed it completely, and the mechanism slipped and fell open. The ejaculation was well-timed and at a 45-degree angle in the direction of the door. His step-mom had enough time to raise her hands to the sides of her face, starting a scream. Step-dad found himself eye to eye with a flying tablespoon of teenage cum.

It splatted across the bridge of his nose blinding him.

Aiden, now mortified beyond his worst nightmares, wanted to curl up and die instead of facing his parents.

Nonetheless, he began trying to explain, but he only made things worse as he remembered the gag, and spat out the dick. He saw his step-mom watching him in horror and was lost for words.

"Stay exactly where you are!" Dad said, wiping his face as best he could with a handkerchief. Turning to his wife, "Let's talk."

Young Aiden was terrified, what they would do and say when they returned. He was right to be afraid. But he was afraid for exactly the wrong reasons.

You see, his parents had a dark, suppressed secret: they had been abused as children, and were turned on by such ideas. They had made a vow never to act on those impulses. It was a vow they had kept. Until now.

They had always known their latent taboo had the potential to cause trouble, and they had worked hard to suppress it. But the sight of their stepson's sinewy, smooth muscle tone, masturbating furiously with both hands, one using a dildo in his ass and the other choking his dick. It was too much, the dam had burst. Step-dad threw an instant rock hard boner and the feelings of guilty anticipation produced a sexual frisson in step-mom.

They went to their bedroom and there was a moment of awkward silence where the elephant in the room couldn't be spoken. "Oh fuck it, let's just do it," the boy's step-dad said to his wife, kissing her.

"Mmm…" she replied, turning the kiss passionate.

With that out of the way, they decided to find out where sweet innocent Aiden had got that stuff. They both suspected he'd go mum, so it was time to get the toy chest from the attic, their college play-toys from when they were way more wild. Dad found what he needed, and they confidently went downstairs to deal with their delinquent step-son, in a wholly inappropriate and very naughty way.

"Aiden," Mom said, hoping to start with a more nurturing tone than her husband might. The boy still appeared to be naked, but had pulled the blanket over himself.

"Please know that we aren't mad, we're just want to know who else is involved."

Aiden was tempted. Could this be a way out of his entanglement with the doctor? But then he remembered the nastier videos and recordings that the doctor had to use against him. For some reason, he was terrified to divulge the truth, even though it was barely more embarrassing than what he had just been doing. He wasn't quite sure about the doctor either; maybe the guy was actually on the level.

And so, he adopted the schoolyard creed, and didn't rat out his confidant, even though he was unsure.

"Ok, there's no other option," his step-dad said, with a really strange-looking smile on his face. "Pull down the blanket." The boy refused to comply and the man didn't ask again, yanking the twin-size bedding completely away from the bed, leaving the boy completely exposed.

His dad had an elbow on each of the boy's thin thighs, pinning his groin in position. A few seconds later he had locked a chastity pouch onto their pubescent son.

It was much too large for the boy. "That comes off only when you tell us who you're seeing," mom warned.

His step-mom put her arm over step-dad's shoulder and leaned her head in. They were both smiling with obvious pleasure at their son's predicament. His step-dad had written a little note intended for whoever had given him the toys, on the base of the chastity tube. His step-son was like a carrier pigeon, carrying information on his cock between bands of perverts.

He wondered how long he'd have to wait for the phone call. He wondered who it was. He was hardening up thinking about the possibilities.

Chapter 5
Message Received.

The boy was pretty distraught, and his step-parents had pushed him right into the doctor's arms. What else could he do about the device? He didn't even know what it was.

Having just had an oversized orgasm, he didn't feel the need to jack off even if he could have got to his dick before going for an emergency visit to his doctor.

He figured he'd better just go straight to the man's house, instead of the office, but the doctor wasn't there so he waited.

As the doctor pulled his car into the circular driveway, he was surprised and happy to see Aiden, hopeful that this was a sign that their relationship, as it were, was evolving.

It was. Aiden provided a summary of what happened, and asked the doctor to look at the contraption, dropping his pants and underwear.

The doctor studied it, excited by the thoughts of what kind of parents he was working with. It was a fairly generic clear plastic chastity tube, much too large for the boy. Since the parents had had it lying around, they clearly had to be at least open to some mischief, especially seeing as how they thought it was appropriate to put it on their son. He hardened up rapidly contemplating the implications.

"OK, I need you completely naked so I can get a closer look."

The doctor of course had ulterior motives. As he studied the device, he noticed that on its underside, invisible to the boy, was a note, "Want to meet?" and a phone number. He decided to call; he had met the boy's step-mom, at least,on a couple of occasions and was trying to reconcile his old memory with this new side of her. He told the boy, "Wait here," and gathered the kid's clothes and took them, leaving him in the musty office without any way to get dressed again.

The step-father answered, and he seemed cheered to learn the caller's identity. He waited for the doctor to provide his cover story, before explaining that he and his wife had some unconventional proclivities. In fact, he and his wife were getting incredibly horny thinking of their son's molestation. They were delighted that he'd managed to attract such an upstanding predator.

His wife was so excited that, at one point, she grabbed the phone and interjected, "And of course, let us know if he misbehaves." Her voice was deep with arousal. The step-dad's dick was leaking precum picturing Aiden in bondage. Finally, he asked whether the physician needed the chastity tube removed.

The doctor pondered, thinking about the little caged penis in the next room and decided he kind-of liked it caged up. "No, but that thing's way too big. I just saw a design from P Writer that I'll 3-d print up," he offered, and everyone was even more enthusiastic about the possibilities.

He returned to the waiting boy who was about to receive some disappointing news.

Chapter 6
Aiden's New Life.

The Doctor sat down with a big smile that somehow did not portend well for the embarrassed stark-naked boy.

"Well, great news!" the doctor said too enthusiastically.

Aiden correctly surmised that is wasn't great news for him.

"It turns out your step-parents and I have similar tastes in child-rearing. And, boy, they are unconventional."

"For starts, we realize that, given your penchant for perversion, we'd better start training you in sex, bondage, and punishment. I'm mostly going to focus on the sex for now, since your parents will handle the other stuff."

"There's a lot of new experiences on the menu for you, not all of which you'll enjoy. We don't really care if you enjoy them. Hell, I'll probably prefer it if you don't want to do it at all." The thought of coercing this handsome lad into doing stuff he probably hadn't even imagined was really turning the doctor on.

"Ok, enough talk. On your knees."

The kid briefly thought of running, but he had no clothes or shoes. He realized the doctor would have to give him back his clothes before he left, but he until then he had no other way out.

"Your parents made it very clear they'd be happy to punish you if I wasn't satisfied."

Unbelievable as that might have sounded yesterday, he now suspected it was all too true.

"Hurry the fuck up!" the doctor had never sworn at him before, and the startled boy jumped a bit. He dropped to his boney knees as the doctor dropped his pants to reveal a large erection.

"Kiss the tip!" he commanded the boy, who gingerly kissed the glans – his first time touching a man's cock let alone with his mouth. A string of precum stretched from the pisshole to his lips as he drew away. It was ecstasy for the doctor, who pushed the boy's head back on to his dick, "Keep going."

And the boy did so: a small sequence of little pecks; despite his revulsion and shame he was getting a little into it.

"Now take just a bit more into your mouth and hold it." The boy was too frightened to disobey. The doctor savored the moment; he was dribbling a steady stream of pre-cum into the boy's mouth.

The doctor was having trouble holding back, and took hold of the boy's hair in both hands and started pumping, at first gently.

But his libido took over and he was soon fucking the boy's adorable face ever more roughly. Aiden gagged and spat and tried to protect his throat with his hands, but otherwise coped pretty well with such a rough introduction to the art of fellatio.

The doctor wrote a list of things the boy needed to work on:

1. too much hesitating before obeying commands
2. felt a tooth when holding glans in mouth
3. gagged too easily when being face-fucked
4. tried to use his hands to push away
5. coughed up on carpet after gagging

The boy was told to stand in the center of the room, and repeat the list out loud until the doctor came back. He pointed at a camera which faced the boy, "I'll be checking in to make sure you are working on it. And you'd better have it memorized when I come back!" He didn't bother to say how long that would be.

He went and started the boy's new cock-prison printing.

He knew it would be a surprise for the boy as the kid had not seen the 3-d printer on either visit. The doctor selected a day-glo pink color to really draw attention to its small size. The design he selected was a snug little number with removable "punishment spikes". He suspected step-mom and -dad would love it.

It took about an hour to set it up and verify that it had started correctly. It would take a few more hours to finish.

He checked on the boy and took the list away. "Recite them," he quizzed the boy, who did ok, but he messed up #3.

"Ok, so now you can add '7. Failed to remember #3' to the list. "You must repeat them to your parents when you get home."

The boy sighed.

"That's a bad attitude. If you sigh anymore, or show any other negative behavior, I'm adding it to your list."

"Now, as part of your punishment, you have to weed my garden. I'm not giving you sunscreen – you'll remember this sunburn – and if you don't want worse, you'll have to improve on all the points you memorized. Understood?"

Aiden thought being outside away from this pervert sounded nice, and didn't really think about the sunburn. "OK, where's the garden?" He was expecting some clothes but it was flower garden, protected from the neighbor's view, but the beds where he worked didn't have a scrap of shade.

The real motivation for the gardening was really to kill time while the 3-D printer operated, but it was a nice day, and the doctor had the boy tug a big umbrella over to the garden so that he could "supervise". He sat in the shade and read, drinking beer and lemonade, as the boy toiled in the sun. He looked so hot, his smooth body glistening with sweat. He was wearing nothing but shoes, socks, and his clear chastity cage.

After about an hour, the good doctor couldn't take it, and called the boy over. He promised the boy water for a quality BJ, and the boy was so thirsty that he didn't really try to object; what good would it do anyways? So he traded a blow job for a glass of water.

"Back to work!" the doctor admonished after catching his breath, and the boy ventured back into the harsh sun.

After a few hours, the printer was just an hour from completion, and Aiden was nearing the end of this phase of his torment- of course, there were many more ahead.

After the doctor decided the boy was done with the gardening, he had him fetch some beers. Aiden was pretty excited at the idea of being treated like an adult, and hurried back with the beers, bright-eyed and enthusiastic.

The doctor put a quick damper on his enthusiasm, pushing the boy to his knees as he popped open a bottle. He got his dick out and told to the boy to "suckle the glans." "You'll get a beer, alright," the doctor laughed, "after I run it through myself once."

Over the next hour the doctor drank an entire six-pack, and the boy drank the abundant urine that resulted. At first he had refused, but the doctor reminded him that his parents would be notified if he continued to disobey. He thought about their evil grins, and decided to drink up. The doctor let the boy pee in the middle and he was surprised how much the world was spinning from the second-hand beer.

After the doctor had finished, the skinny teen was pretty tipsy.

After the new improved chastity tube was printed, it was time for Aiden to go home. Slurring his speech slightly, Aiden asked about the removing the old chastity tube, not knowing that a new one awaited him. "Aren't you going to take it off?"

"No, your parents will when you get home. Only your dad has the key, but I told him to do so," the doctor said, handing him the sealed box with his list of infractions and the new chastity cage inside, adding, "Here's a gift for your parents – I'll make sure to check if they liked it. Notice, it's got a wax seal on it, so don't try to peek! Your parents are expecting you in ten minutes, so you better start running!"

By the time the boy arrived home, he was sweaty and panting, but had significantly sobered up. Impressively, he made it on time, much to the obvious disappointment of his step-parents.

Chapter 7
Mommy and Daddy Time.

Fortunately for them, they didn't need any further excuses to punish the boy, as it turned out.

His dad opened the box and read the doctor's note describing the new chastity device and detailing the six bullet-points Aiden had been required to memorize.

To Aiden's very temporary relief, his dad removed the old chastity tube – Dr White wasn't exactly lying – but only to immediately replace it with the much worse one from inside the gift. It was much smaller, and pink. It felt much tighter, even though he was completely flaccid.

It was a sort-of hard plastic mesh, so you could easily see the trapped penis inside, tantalizing the wearer, but cutting into his flesh if he got hard. The intense pink drew your eyes to it, and once they were there, you immediately would be surprised at how small it was.

With his parents glaring at his sweaty body, naked except for the pink device, he instinctively tried to cover his dick with his hands. "One demerit for trying to cover yourself," his mom barked, not bothering to explain where the rule came from. Aiden hung his head and let his arms rest at his sides, his humiliation fully on display.

He was beginning to feel a bit flush from all the sun-exposure he had had earlier in the doctor's garden. He was beginning to realise what the doctor had meant about the sunburn being part of the punishment.

"Well, here's your chance to redeem yourself. Tell us what you learned at the doctors." His parents were testing him; they had the list of items Aiden was supposed to memorize. Between all the piss drinking and running, he could only remember two of the six items.

"Damn, you're even stupider than I thought," his step-mom cackled. "Well, we'll have to give you most of your punishment later, but tonight your sunburnt skin will be soothed by… coarse sand." She gestured as her husband hauled in a big bag of playground sand. He cut the bag open and dumped it straight into Aiden's bed.

"This'll be fun," she added.

His dad cuffed his hands and feet to the corners of the bed. The sand would have been incredibly irritating at the best of times, but the sunburn made it a hundred times worse, there was no way for the bound boy to brush it away. She grabbed a handful and rubbed it hard into his shoulder, bright pink from the sunburn. The boy screamed and winced in agony, writhing against the metal cuffs.

The screaming was annoying to her, so she plugged his mouth with the penis gag again. She continued playing with the squirming lad, punishing him by sanding his tender skin concentrating particularly on those parts that were not used to direct sunlight and so were the sorest. Eventually he started reacting a bit less, and she got bored, and left him alone to continue suffering the intensely irritating sand.

* * *

At first, Aiden's parents were wary of doing anything beyond what the doctor's notes suggested. However, when they discovered their son had hidden his summer reading assignments from them, they both got a small thrill out of the idea of punishing him for a real misdemeanor.

Their tastes were a bit different. Step-Mom liked spanking and discipline through pain, whereas Step-Dad was a fan of protracted bondage. Neither cared at all about actually correcting the behavior, of course, it was all just a kinky thrill.

So, for his minor oversight with the reading list, his father spent time tying the boy down on all fours so that his mom could have the fun of whipping his well-positioned ass. He admitted to himself that the ass was beckoning to his dick, but still lacked the confidence to take the cherry.

The step-mother selected a nice riding crop and delivered a ton of blows, his butt glowing a reddish-pink. He'd not enjoying sitting around tomorrow.

Boned up, but still not quite ready to actually use his son directly, step-dad jacked off and jizzed all over his lanky teenager. Standing over their bound boy, their gave each other a giddy kiss, and lit a cigarette to share — - they'd bought it just for this occasion. They left him bound until the spunk dried.

Chapter 8
Playing Doctor.

The doctor's tastes were simpler, at least at first: he just wanted to bust a nut. Eventually either of the boy's holes he expected to be on the menu, but he felt he should start slow.

With the step-parents on board, the weekly afternoon meeting was made a regular appointment, and they asked for feedback if Aiden misbehaved – and they warned Aiden that they'd expect a report from him as well.

The doctor wanted to savor this whole experience, so he decided to start with a bunch of oral sessions before moving south.

One time, when the doctor found he was behind on his real job, he decided that he'd have Aiden help by getting on his knees to fellate him as he worked at his desk. Whenever he'd get too close, he'd tell Aiden to switch to licking his balls. This went on for hours, Aiden's face wedged between the man's sweaty thighs the whole time, never seeing anything but his cock and balls.

At one stage the man pushed in hard and Aiden gagged, causing him to reflexively use his hands to back off the intruding cock. Big mistake. The doctor indeed did pull back, slapped him hard across the face, and made a note of the "infraction" for his step-parents – they'd be sure he paid for it. In order to prevent a repeat, Aiden's hands were cuffed behind him whenever he was on desk duty from then on. That first time, the doctor was still annoyed and tightened them so much they hurt. Fortunately for Aiden, he was gentler in the future.

Sometimes, though, instead of a long, gentle blowjob, he found he wanted to roughly fuck the boy's face. For that, he'd have the kid lie on his back on the desk, with his head hanging straight down over the edge, the back of his head touching the side of the desk. In that position, there was nowhere the kid could move his mouth to back away from the cock and the doctor was brutal. By the end, the kid's face was a mess of saliva, mucus, tears, and the doctor's cum. If he was impressed by the mess, he'd have Aiden record little video messages looking like a total whore, saying things like "I'm Aiden, a little slut who loves sucking cock!" Neither he nor Aiden had any idea what he might do with these clips, but he amassed a collection, ready to further embarrass Aiden if that were somehow necessary.

In anticipation of "breaking in" Aiden's ass, he began teaching the boy to give himself enemas. He continued using the guise of "educating" him but it really was a combination of horniness, with a touch of humiliation thrown in. The boy learned to do them effectively, because he had to repeat them until he was totally clean. On one occasion the doctor decided it was taking too long and made him use very cold iced water. He tried much harder to be efficient after that!

Once the boy was done, the doctor would "inspect" the boy's butt. Sometimes he'd have to lie over the pervert's lap, other times he'd have balance on a stool touching his toes.

It was a beautiful butt that the old man could happily stare at for hours. Sometimes he actually did. He'd kiss the cheeks, and sniff at the immaculate, hairless crack. After that, he'd start fingering him. Sometimes he'd be gentle, other times he'd just go straight in with three fingers like a jackhammer. Of course, he was very careful not to damage this unblemished virgin asshole; the boy's step-dad and he hadn't discussed who'd get to claim the cherry.

Chapter 9
Step-Dad Dips In.

The step-dad was still enjoying his job as "chief bondage engineer". His wife would often order up positions and he'd enjoy tying the boy up appropriately.

One time, she asked him to get Aiden ready in an "upright kneeling" position. He had to pause to figure out what that meant before agreeing.

He tied Aiden's ankles and knees to an old wooden pallet, keeping him kneeling. He tied his hands behind him and attached them to his collar, rendering them nearly useless. Then, to prevent the boy from resting on the ground, he tied his shoulders up to the ceiling, raising him a little to the sexiest kneeling posture imaginable.

He was practically drooling admiring his handiwork when the lad realized he could rise up a bit more by flexing his knees. It was a lot more comfortable as it relieved the pressure on his shoulders, but his step-dad considered it a lot less sexy. He took this as a challenge, and tied the boy's balls to the pallet with a very short length of rope, forcing the boy back into the sexier position. And now if he moved it would tug his balls. The evil step-dad grinned.

He couldn't help but notice that the boy's mouth was at the height of his hard, leaking penis. He decided it was time to sample the merchandise, if you will. He was pretty confident the boy had been trained well enough by the doctor, but impulsively he grabbed a ring-gag and fixed it into the surprised boy's mouth. The boy looked comical with his mouth held agape, but his step-dad was too horny to admire it much.

He didn't bother pulling down his pants, just let down his fly and his massive erection jutted out on its own, inches from his step-son's hesitant face. The boy had no real chance to hesitate though, as his step-father's massive hands grasped the boy's head. He started pumping, at first worried by the boy's gagging, then turned on by it, going harder and deeper just to listen to him gurgle away helplessly.

He was going so hard he didn't notice his wife walk in. Instead, he just kept ramping up finally aceiving release!

"Swallow it you little slut!" he yelled at the kneeling bound teenager as he came down the boy's throat. The boy gave a little wheezy cough and the man slapped him hard for emphasis.

"Swallow it!" he demanded and the boy somehow managed to convince his raw throat to swallow.

His wife erupted in applause.

"Well done my big man," she said, hugging her husband's sweaty waist from behind. They were both so horny from the event that despite the man having just come they went upstairs to make love, leaving the boy bound, mouth forced-open, with nothing to do but suffer and contemplate what torments lay ahead for the evening.

In a few hours, his step-mom wandered down and paddled his kneeling ass for a bunch of inadequacies she had noted after inspecting his chores.

When his step-father tied him to his bed that evening, he locked a penis gag in place. "You'll be wearing that for practice for a while," he said, chuckling. "Me and the doctor just can't give you enough dick, so you'll have to use toys. At least, until we find more dudes for you to service!"

The boy would've groaned, but nothing came out through his plugged mouth.

Chapter 10
Virginity Comes To An End.

At some point, the step-parents decided it was time to get more involved with the doctor's handling of their boy. They decided to invite him for dinner. Everyone, especially Aiden, was very anxious about how this was going to go.

They decided it would be appropriate for Aiden to forgo dinner and act as a waiter, to show off how well-mannered he was. In fact, the doctor had hoped that it might be cherry-popping-time and requested not only that the boy was not allowed any food for twenty four hours before the dinner, but that he gave himself several enemas in the afternoon.

In retrospect, the boy should have known what was coming, but at the time he was used to the doctor making him give himself enemas and didn't think too hard about it.

Aiden was dressed in a cute little schoolboy's uniform from a few years back, so it was very tight and small on him. He got fondled by his step-dad and the doctor quite a lot as he served food and drink.

After dinner, the men retired to the step-dad's office and shared brandy and cigars while the step-mom whisked the boy away "to get him ready for the next part of the party," as she said.

When the reluctant boy was pushed through the office door, he was dressed to make the men horny as hell. The only clothes he was wearing were some crotchless panties and pink high heels. He was still wearing his tiny pink chastity device. The only other items were two large heavy clips, one on each nipple.

He hobbled in, unskilled in walking with the heels. Across his forehead, in permanent marker it said "SLUT". Above his butt, his step-mom had scrawled "Fuck Me" with a downward arrow. She pushed him down over the arm of the sofa.

"Take your time, he's ready for you!" she said excitedly, winking to the men in the room.

The men in the room were also ready and gasped at the boy's slutty appearance. They were both hard instantly.

The boy's upper-lip was quivering; he was bravely trying to hold back tears. "After you Doctor" the step-dad said, who was only too happy to oblige.

The man dithered briefly as to which position to use, but he decided that the boy's buttocks were too tempting; it was doggy-style that would let him watch those perfect cheeks bounce as he fucked that little virgin hole. He remembered how tightly the anus had grasped his fingers and couldn't wait to try it with his dick.

The boy was bent over the arm of a sofa; his legs were spread wide, both to get him at thrusting-height, but also to get his ass a little opened up: the doctor didn't want to damage the boy. He spat on the winking asshole. The spit looked hot sitting there on his waiting body.

He rubbed his glans on the ass, smearing the little spit around, the only lube the boy would get. Slowly he pushed in, past the tight ring. The boy tried to keep silent at first, but quickly started moaning. As he kept pushing his dick in through the resistance, the moaning turned to little gasping screams.

"Do you want to shut him up?" the doctor indicated that maybe the step-dad should stick something in the boy's mouth.

"Nah, there's nobody around for miles. Let 'im scream!" the step-dad grinned, enjoying the boy's sounds of pain. There might have been the slightes hint of pleasure in there, but it was surely mostly pain.

The doctor had now gotten fully in, and was making small slow strokes, watching the boy's ass-lips get tugged back and forth by the invading dick. He knew he should have used more lube, but he was enjoying watching the hot teenager react and adapt.

Eventually he could wait no more, and came deep inside. He didn't withdraw immediately, instead letting himself soften while in the hole. Finally he tugged himself out with a slurpy-sounding "pop" – his dick was still hypersensitive from the recent orgasm. He sat back and admired the hole he'd just fucked. After a few breaths, he gestured to step-dad, "Your turn."

The step-dad was so horny he was tempted to just copy the doctor and pound the bitch doggy-style. But inspiration seized him and he positioned the boy on his back on a small end-table. The kid was too scared to do anything but cooperate at this point, so obeyed when his step-dad growled, "Pull your knees up to your chest."

On the little end-table, both his butt and head were protruding over the ends. It was, as his step-dad envisioned, ideal for a spit-roast. He motioned for the doctor to use the lad's mouth – both men had to get on their knees to accommodate the low end-table but it was worth it. At first the doctor just wanted to be cleaned off, but he quickly got hard and was fucking Aiden's face again in no time – it would, however, take longer to get off the second time. It wasn't a problem though as the step-dad wanted to make the occasion slow and memorable.

He positioned his dick, pressing against the hole. Aiden expected a similar slow-moving push into his ass, but what he got was a sudden deep-dicking right up to the man's full balls. He screamed at the painful invasion, but it was muffled by the doctor's dick. For the doctor, the scream provided vibratory stimulation, and he was darkly amused at the boy's predicament as he pushed in deeper, causing the struggling sex-slave to gag and drool.

The doctor and step-dad gave each other high-fives over their first joint conquest of the lad. It marked a new phase in the boy's life; he could now look forward to getting fucked most days of the week, limited only by the ample libidos of the two men in his life.

Chapter 11
School Begins.

Fall brought the beginning of high-school for our poor hero Aiden. He was so excited to hang out with his friends again and get some space between himself and the increasingly unfriendly adults in his life!

There was a a long discussion among the adults, but in the end it was reluctantly concluded that they would have to remove the chastity device during school hours. Jacking-off was of course forbidden, but the adults knew it was going to be hard to enforce and tempting for the boy to break the rules.

After months of frequently being used for sex, but never getting any release himself, the idea of freedom from the horrible device was glorious. For days in advance Aiden schemed about places he could sneakily jerk off.

On the first day he tried on three separate occasions to use the restrooms between classes, only to find a teacher monitoring them.

Each time, he became more frustrated. Despite his best efforts, he never managed it, and the final bell rang, and he had to get straight on the bus or else he'd be late, and he knew his step-parents would punish him severely.

So, the second day, he was wildly horned up and determined to get off. After everyone cleared out of the showers after gym class, he went to a secluded shower in the corner of the locker room. He looked around, saw nobody, and started what he expected to be the greatest masturbation session of his life: it had been months. Less than 30 seconds later, he was on the brink of climax.

"What the fuck's going on?" the booming voice of his coach snapped him back to reality. The boy was conflicted – he was terrified of his coach, but he couldn't stop… he was just too turned-on. The coach pulled his furiously jacking hand away from his dick. "STOP!" he yelled and the boy regained a modicum of composure. Taking a deep breath, he gave up trying to orgasm. "Come to my office now!"

"Aiden, we've got to talk about this socially unacceptable behavior," the coach addressed the dripping wet and totally naked boy standing before him. "I'm not sure what your parents think of you masturbating, much less at school, much less in public!"

"Can I dry off and …" Aiden tried to interject for a shred of modesty.

"Don't interrupt," the coach interrupted him. "I'm going to call your parents right now."

He telephoned the parents and explained what had happened and then told Aiden they were on their way and he had to wait until they arrived.

Oh god, Aiden thought to himself. There's no way this'll be good.

The coach tried to pretend he was busy while sneaking glances at the boy's physique. Soon the parents arrived, their step-son still in the buff from his interrupted shower. He was much drier, although a puddle had formed on the floor. At least his hard-on had softened, although despite his fear of what his step-parents would do he was still craving release.

The coach repeated what happened and his crazy guardians pretended to be shocked and horrified. "What can we do to prevent this?" they asked the coach, knowing full-well that the chastity device they kept their son in was the best solution but wondered what the teacher would suggest.

"Well, modern parenting can't address this, but I still recommended these old-fashioned devices," he said, throwing the step-parents a small catalog of chastity devices.

The parents laughed, relaxed to be in the presence of a fellow pervert. "Already way ahead of you," the step-dad said, snapping the small pink chastity cage onto the embarrassed boy.

"Nice color," the coach smirked, "very compact too. It should work perfectly. He can shower in my office if he doesn't want the other boys to see it. Of course, if he isn't a good boy from now on, he'll lose that privilege and all the other boys will see his tube."

Aiden was really worried at that possibility.

"Oh, yes, coach!" the step-mom seemed enthusiastic about this new arrangement. "And, of course, let us know if he misbehaves."

"I'll be sure to," the coach responded, excited to play with his new boy-toy. They exchanged numbers in case anything came up.

Aiden realized he now had one more adult working against him.

Chapter 12
Trick-or-Treat.

Aiden had been planning on going to one of his friend's Halloween parties, but his step-mom had insisted he stay home for the party they were throwing.

"Well can I invite my friends here?" he asked, "

"No, it's an adult party."

"Well, why do I have to come then?" he asked, slightly defiantly.

"You're going to be the guest of honor!"

He doubted the position would be very honorable. "Guest of humiliation" would have been more accurate.

He had had some ideas for a costume, but apparently she already had it figured out, although she was vague about the details. Shey mentioned something about having two costumes and changing. He had little choice but to wait and see.

It turned out he was going to be dressed as the cute boy in Home Alone. With blond hair and blue eyes, he did sort-of look like him already. It turned out the clothes weren't really important; it was the expression and the hands-on-his-cheeks gesture that was the look she was after. To achieve that, his palms were superglued to his face- the doctor said it was safe and even gave them solvent to detach them later. They first had him try to hold the open-mouthed expression, but decided he wouldn't keep it up and they preferred the clean look of a big ring-gag. "He's going to be very popular, I can tell," his step-father said, knowing the obscene guests who were coming.

To complete the costume, and since nobody knew what the character was wearing anyways, he was dressed in a tight pink wife-beater with "I LOVE BOYS" emblazoned on it. On his upper- and lower-lips, the words "INSERT" and "COCK" were written, although the guests didn't really need that advice. He was wearing tight skimpy white leather shorts, again several sizes too small; they had the words "CUMMING ATTRACTION" printed over his butt.

The step-dad was really buzzed and announced to the guests, who had mostly arrived, "Look at my step-son, the Home Alone brat. He may have foiled some burglars, but he won't foil us!"

"Hey Aiden," he said to get the boy's attention.

"Trick or treat!"

"Mmhmhm," the gagged boy made some sounds. He obviously couldn't hand out candy with his hands glued to his face.

"Well, if he can't give me a treat, he'll have to do a trick!" He lowered his fly and his large erection flopped out. He didn't even have to order the well-trained Aiden to go down on him by now.

A line formed and Aiden found his work cut out for him for the first half of the party.

When the line to use Aiden subsided, Step-Mom decided it was time to switch to his second costume.

She was going to dress him as a whore. She was mostly just recycling the costume in which he lost his virginity; crotchless pink panties, lacy leggings and pink high heels. His beautiful bare ass and tiny chastity tube were sexily displayed by the panties. The costume had been specifically chosen so they could leave his hands and gag alone. She did add some special Halloween touches like garish pink lipstick and a blond wig, and some clip-on nipple tassels.

When he entered the room, the audience gasped: such was the display of humiliated teenage male beauty. She had intended making him dance, but immediately someone pushed him over the arm of the sofa. A big dude in a gorilla costume moved to his face, grabbed his hair, and started fucking his mouth.

The guests were a bit reluctant to be the first to use his ass, but the family doctor, who was wearing a Frankenstein costume graciously volunteered. The boy was still as tight as the first time, almost too tight. He kept trying to fight against the dick but that only made the doctor hornier.

Everyone enjoyed the show, and now a line formed at both of Aiden's fuckable holes. Second to fuck his ass was his formerly trusted coach, although the boy didn't recognize him as he was wearing a Big Bird costume. In fact, most of the guests were wearing full-body costumes so they wouldn't be recognized if somebody leaked something. Something other than cum that is.

By the time it was all over, Aiden had completely lost count of how many times he'd been fucked. It was like a hallucination. Although his parents usually tied him up for the night, they were too tired from the party. So his step-dad just carried him up to bed and turned the lights out leavinig his step-son curled in a fetal position.

Chapter 13
A Wintry Accident.

The Halloween party had been too much for Aiden. He knew he had to escape, and he realized that tonight, when his "parents" were too tired and drunk and when he hadn't been tied up, was likely his best shot.

It was painful moving around with his ass so sore from all the fucking he'd received that night, but he tried to move quickly, to gather all his clothes and portable belongings.

He looked for his "savings envelope" in his underwear drawer where he stored away little bits of cash for an emergency, but was shocked to discover it was missing.

His step-mom had found it and confiscated it recently, unbeknownst to him. He cursed himself for not hiding it better with these two wretched adults around, but decided he'd better make a break for it anyways.

His window was high for a first-story window, but still an easy jump for a young boy. Nonetheless, he came close to ruining his plan right then, because he tripped on a branch and nearly hit his head. He knew he had to keep going.

He was cold, but moved fast. He ran between a garage and a fence not realizing that the ground was covered in invisible black ice. He slipped and fell, again, hard.

He began sliding on the ice, the driveway had a steep slope, the ground transitioned from ice to hard-packed snow but he had built up too much speed to stop himself.

It seemed like minutes of flailing for the boy, but in reality it was less than five seconds before his skid came to a abrupt stop when he collided with a lamp post.

It was a major street and because he was under a street light, he was easy to see. Nonetheless, in the freezing temperature, he was lucky someone came by quickly- in twenty minutes it might have been too late. They called 911 and soon there was chaos, and he was being whisked away in an ambulance.

He arrived at the hospital, and his last memory there was of Dr White pushing a mask onto his face. He was administering anesthetic to treat the boy's broken leg, and the boy was out cold before he could count to ten.

It took hours of surgery to fix the leg, but he felt like he woke up instantly. He realized in a daze that he was no longer at the hospital. He leg was in traction, in a cast, but he appeared to be in his own bed, sort-of.

Virtually all the furniture in his room was gone. The door appeared to be replaced by a mirror, but in reality, it was one-way glass, so people on the outside could watch him, but he could only see his reflection. The door knob was replaced with a keypad and a card-reader.

The two windows had bars on them now, preventing escape, and also a wooden shutter so that the room could be made pitch dark, even in the middle of the day.

As he lay there, helpless with one of his legs in traction, he contemplated what these changes meant. It was obvious that his room had been secured to be a prison, and a second escape attempt wasn't likely to succeed.

He noticed that the chastity device was still on him.

He wasn't exactly surprised but it would have been nice to have something to do. He also felt a thick collar around his scrawny neck. It didn't restrict his movement much, but it felt heavy.

As he was becoming aware of the changes his thoughts were interrupted as his step-parents barged in. He thought about how, not too long ago, he would have been pissed off about them not knocking. That seemed so trivial now.

His step-mom began, "OK, you little ungrateful shit. We were trying everything to help you recover from your perverted ways, and you try to run away, possibly messing everything up."

The boy cowered in fear, "I'm sorry Mom…"

"Shut up! It's too late," his step-mom interrupted his attempt at appeasement. "As you may have noticed, we've taken some security measures. Of course, those won't been needed much until you're out of your cast." She slapped his cast, sending ripples of dull pain through his leg and butt. "That collar you're wearing is a shock collar, and this is the remote." She dangled something that looked like a car door opener in front of his face.

"We both have one, and the collar has a perimeter sensor as well, in case you somehow get out of this room unattended.

"The doctor assures us that a compound fracture like this can keep you out of school for up to six months, and we plan to do that. You'll be studying from home, but mostly just so we have excuses to punish you."

The boy looked up at his lecturing step-mom; she looked much more evil than usual.

"The doctor will be making daily house-calls to check in on you. I'm sure you'll find a way to thank him. Especially since he rescued you from the overburdened hospital system."

Of course, the real reason was that he didn't want the kid to start talking.

And so young Aiden began a month of not-very-restful bed-rest. He was reliant on this cadre of dubious adults- but he kept looking for ways he might escape or fight back. For now though, things wouldn't be easy.

Chapter 14
A Cast Won't Slow You Down.

He didn't have long to wait before the doctor paid him his first visit; it happened early the next day with the doctor waking him up, as he had come before he went to his clinical practice. The boy was now kept naked, except of course for the cast and chastity tube.

He made sure the boy's circulation was fine. Aiden complained about the cast itching – the doctor made a mental note of the complaint – he didn't plan to help though, instead he thought it'd be a new way to torment the lad.

"Boys like you shouldn't complain about a little itching," he said to his unhappy patient. "Perhaps I'll teach you what real itching is like." Aiden knew that this was bad news.

Even though his bedding was a bit stale, the doctor was too horny to mind. He lay atop the mostly helpless boy, and fucked Aiden's brains out while his leg was still in traction. He was looking directly into the boy's eyes as he fucked him, and they were rolling back in his head involuntarily. To the doctor it looked really hot. He kissed the boy, surprising him, causing him to turn away.

The doctor slapped him hard in the face, grabbed the top of his head by the hair, and spat in his face. "Don't move away from me, bitch." Holding the hair painfully tight, the doctor again french-kissed the boy who struggled briefly before resigning himself to his disgusting fate.

After a minute, another slap, "Kiss me back when I kiss you."

He did his best, but it wasn't easy for him. He was grateful when the man finally orgasmed, breeding him. He stopped his kissing and just sort-of collapsed on the boy in a deep satisfied exhaustion.

After recovering he climbed off his prey. "You'd better get good at kissing fast," he warned, "I'll be back again tomorrow and if you don't want your step-mom to punish you, the kissing had better be faultless." He taped the boy's hands to the top of his bed with medical tape, "That should help stop you from scratching so much." He spat in the kid's face to emphasize the boy's defenselessness, and left the room.

The step-dad and mom had been watching excitedly.

"You should probably fuck him daily, just to keep him in shape," the doctor advised the eager step-dad. It was advice he was determined to comply with.

* * *

The next day started similarly, with the doctor paying a wake-up call. He had arrived even earlier as he had a little project to carry out. Of course, Aiden didn't have a clock in his room so he didn't know what time it was just that it was really early and he had been fast asleep.

"Do you know what this is?" the doctor asked the bound boy, holding up a roll of fiberglass insulation.

"Um, insulation?" the boy was smarter than his pretty face might have suggested.

"Right. And you have to be careful when you work with it because it is extremely itchy. That's why I'm putting on protective equipment." The doctor put on a respirator and heavy gloves.

"What about me?" Aiden asked in a panic.

"Well, making you itchy is sort-of the point. You complained about this nice cast. Now you'll learn what really itchy feels like." He paused, "Of course, there is one problem I want to deal with." He fastened the penis gag on the boy, "Great, now you won't interrupt any more!" He patted the boy on his frustrated head.

He removed the old cast and it felt wonderful to the boy for about 30 seconds while the doctor washed the smelly leg off.

The relief was short-lived. The fiberglass started itching almost as soon as it contacted his smooth leg skin.

The doctor patiently wrapped it from the upper thigh down to his ankle. By now, the itching was absolutely maddening, and it had only been on for about a minute. Once the fiberglass was in place, he wrapped the normal cast-making plaster tape around it to hold it in place. Once it set, trapping the itchy material in place, the boy wouldn't have any relief from constant horrible itching until the doctor released him.

Once the cast hardened and the doctor had wiped up any place that there might be excess insulation, he dropped his pants for a quick fuck. It was unceremonious. The itching was so intense it was distracting the boy from the intense pain in his ass as the doctor roughly pounded him.

The distraction was brief: the doctor only lasted 20 pumps or so. He was in a hurry to go, and mentioned, "I'm out of town for three days, so I hope you don't miss me too much."

He ran into the step-parents on the way out, "You may want to keep him gagged as he keeps complaining about the cast itching. What a wimp!"

They thanked the doctor for the advice. It was time for the dad's morning fuck.

* * *

A few days later, the boy couldn't have been happier to see his tormentor. He knew that the doctor was the only way he was getting this horrible cast off.

The doctor asked if the cast was itching, trying to trick the boy into complaining. He'd be punished if he did, of course.

The boy responded cleverly, "I can't complain."

"Do I need to spank you for being smart with me?" the doctor admonished. But he didn't actually do anything; he was amused by the kid's resourcefulness. It would make him more enjoyable to break.

The doctor donned protective equipment and the boy was silent, not wanting to be gagged again. Sawing the cast off, the doctor asked the boy "What kind of cast do you want next?" He wanted the boy to regret having not made a smart choice here, but the question was too hard to answer spontaneously for Aiden, who didn't really know anything about casts.

"I dunno," he mumbled.

"Ok, I guess I'll have to choose for you." the doctor replied, instantly causing Aiden to wish he had had a better answer.

The doctor's choice was two full leg casts, ending just below his butt. And another full torso cast, starting at his navel and going to his wrists and neck. It took about two hours to put all of Aiden's limbs in traction and make the casts, but the doctor found the work to be satisfying, almost zen-like.

As the casts were setting he stood back to admire his work. Virtually all of Aiden's body was covered: just his head, hands, feet and, most importantly, his crotch and butt, were still naked. His arms were in traction just to keep them out of the way. His legs were in a very obscene form of traction with his knees pulled far up and apart, leaving his naked ass sticking out. His pink chastity tube was also central in the whole display. He drank in the near-pristine anus surrounded by teenage male beauty and couldn't hardly wait for the casts to set. He was joined by the step-parents, who lit a cigarette as they enjoyed the sight.

They set a timer for the drying. As they left the boy, the doctor warned, "Don't wiggle or I'll redo it with insulation again." The boy couldn't quite imagine what that level of itching would be like. The adults had some coffee as the casts set. When the timer went off, step-dad said, "Well, it's your handiwork, so you first." And without more discussion they went up and fucked the boy, hard.

They were ready to gag him at the slightest complaint, but he wisely remained silent throughout. Both men agreed that the position was perfect for a solid missionary fucking.

They asked the boy if he agreed, and he did, not because he knew, but because he knew any other response would probably get the whip, or worse. He didn't have much skin exposed, but his butt was still temptingly spankable, and he knew it.

Once the step-dad was finished, the step-mom broached an idea she'd had. She wasn't sure if the men were going to like the idea of sharing the boy again. "You know, I think a lot of the guests from the Halloween party might like this…" The boy groaned at the thought of a gang-raping in this full-body cast.

Both the doctor and step-dad agreed it was an excellent idea. They decided to charge admission in order to compensate them for the boy's use. The boy, of course, would get no compensation, just a lot of dick in his ass.

The only consolation was that his position made it hard to use his mouth, so he'd only be taking it in one hole, for the most part.

* * *

A few days later, the doctor finally removed the cast.

"Freedom" he thought. Only then did the reality of his new room arrangement dawn on him. He didn't have the code for the exit and all of his stuff was gone. The only thing that remained was a TV.

He turned it on. Gay porn started playing on the first HDMI channel. There were no TV stations. But there was another source: a channel that showed all the cameras his parents had installed in the room. He now knew he was being recorded all the time, and never would be able to tell if he was being watched.

He didn't have too long to think about it as he was interrupted by his dad for a morning BJ, one of the benefits of the boy's casts being removed. He'd brought a newspaper and coffee this time, so apparently it was going to be a slow one. He let the boy out of his room so he could kneel in front of the recliner as his dad relaxed. He grimaced but knew not to express any dismay. His step-dad unfolded the paper and the boy started sucking.

Chapter 15
Daily Schedule.

The doctor had arranged that the boy wouldn't be expected back in school until spring, even though he was actually fine to return now. This led his parents to figure out a sort-of home-schooling arrangement. He was still doing the school's homework, but his lesson plan mostly involved grooming, exercising to maintain his slightly-gangly swimmer's physique, gay sex skill studies, and other assorted activities his parents came up with. His parents sometimes gave one-off demonstrations of punishment techniques or bondage equipment. Sometimes they'd invite friends to watch or participate.

His school's homework had to be fitted into an hour a day. That was the only time he was allowed to work on it. Of course, he was informed he'd be punished for grades lower than an A. He'd always been a good student, and this excellent parenting technique nearly allowed him to maintain his GPA, keeping the school out of his parents' hair.

His grooming ritual was long, but he didn't have too much else to do, so spending an hour on it was better than many other parts of his day. He had to make sure he never left a hair on his body below his nose and there was a morning inspection. His parents were always zealous in their search, but only rarely found anything, sometimes complaining about how hard his blond hairs were to see.

The doctor's enema requirements had also followed him home, and his ass was usually checked during morning inspection. Both his parents enjoyed sticking their fingers up there, but he really dreaded his mom's probing: she had long sharp nails.

In order to clean his dick without removing the chastity tube, he had to use the garden hose with its sprayer attachment. It hurt like hell, and was icy cold, but nothing else the parents insisted had enough pressure to clean everything properly. He had to let it air dry outside, shriveling in the cold.

His dad had numerous ideas about gay sex training; he blocked off an hour every day for it, but the activities varied widely, and it often went way over, cutting into chore time. When his dad was feeling lazy, he'd just have to watch gay porn with a dildo in his mouth and ass.

Sometimes he'd watch an instructional video on repeat for an hour for a few days. Then he'd have to repeat the instructions verbatim, being punished for any failure to memorize. He was soon well-versed in every idea youtube had to offer.

Sometimes, he had to fuck himself in the mouth and ass with dildos for the whole hour, knowing he'd not get any release from the chastity belt.

His exercise routine was designed to highlight the features his dad liked: his strong broad chest, narrow waist, and rounded perky butt. He did a lot of leg raises, sit-ups, and some time on the rowing machine each day.

On the other hand, his step-dad didn't want his bitch to have big arms or legs, so he didn't allow exercises that worked those parts. After a few weeks, and with a restricted diet, the boy was looking mighty fine in his dad's and the doctor's opinion. A scrawny twink with a swimmer's abs and chest, and a soccer-player's butt. His relatively puny arms and legs made it hard for him to even think of fighting back, and they looked sexy in bondage.

His chores were actually normal household chores, mostly. Things like washing the dishes or mopping the floor. Of course, it was critical that he do a good job without complaining. Once, he complained about having to clean the toilet without gloves. The step-dad found a gag with a toilet brush attachment, and that was how he had to clean the toilet from then on. It was his last complaint about chores, but it wasn't the last time he was punished for fucking up.

For example, after yelling at the boy three days in a row, his step-mom decided that he really had to learn to make the bed properly. She pointed out the minor defects, screaming like they were the end of the world.

"As punishment," she said, "you'll have to do your chores in handcuffs and leg-irons for a week." He was so familiar with being cuffed he didn't think it sounded that bad but she chose metal cuffs that she put on way too tight.

And they were special cuffs that only had a single chain link between the ankle and the wrist ones. She found it so cute to watch him shuffle awkwardly trying to do his chores fast enough to avoid further punishment, all the while in pain as the cuffs bit into his tender skin – another reason to hurry and get the chores done as fast as possible.

One of the great things about making Aiden do virtually all the household chores, much more than the old Aiden ever did, was that it gave his step-parents a lot more free time. Free time to find new chores for him to do, to nitpick his work, and to invent new punishments for when he inevitably failed to meet their unrealistic standards. It really was a win-win situation, for almost everybody.

Chapter 16
Demonstrations and Guest Lectures.

As mentioned, the extra-curricular portions of Aiden's activities sometimes involved observers or participants from his parents' growing circle of pervert friends.

Sometimes, they'd offer to do a series for Aiden's edification. He always had to send thank-you cards afterward, although he never once felt any actual gratitude.

* * *

The Doctor obviously had the most training of anyone, so he was going to teach him Anatomy, with a focus on studying his own body, except the penis, where he was going to spend his time worshiping the doctor's.

The anatomy class spread into all kinds of areas that the doctor felt necessary for a boy whose life would be specializing in the receptive end of gay sex. Many of them were not strictly needed, for example, the boy had to memorize the calories in ejaculate, or how much salt a liter of urine had, or how many calories he'd burn taking it up the ass. But the doctor felt that he should know this material, if he was going to be a true sex-expert – the boy was doubtful that he wanted to even be a sex-expert, but it was not up to him.

Some of it made more sense, for example, he included a lot about skeletal structure and flexibility, which he said would be useful for more extreme sex positions. Aiden wasn't really sure what those would entail, but suspected he'd find out, and he wasn't looking forward to it.

* * *

In their search for guest "lecturers", one old queen was found who wanted to train Aiden on how to wear high-heels. The step-dad had Aiden blow the old man as they talked. His step-dad agreed that it might be a useful skill for "the slut" as he called the boy – he was on his knees sucking dick at the moment after all – but he said that they should focus on athleticism and form, not on being girly. The queenish man agreed as he came to an orgasm.

"Most importantly," his step-dad said, "don't be afraid to challenge him, and don't be afraid to punish him if he fucks up." He showed the man the collection of whips and prods that could be used as "motivation". They agreed to begin the first lesson immediately.

"Do you think he needs something to wear?" his mother asked.

"Only socks," said the limp-wristed queen, looking at the boy's pert body, wearing nothing but the chastity tube.

He got out a pair of white sequin high heels that had been modified so the strap could be padlocked on. "These are a size too small," he said, glowing with anticipation.

"Perfect," the boy's less-than-protective mother said.

She went away quickly to fetch some knee high pink socks to complete the boy's humiliating outfit, or lack thereof.

After the boy tugged the socks up his statuesque smooth calves, his instructor buckled the shoes on. They hurt, and he wasn't even standing, but he had learnt well by then that complaining would just lead to more punishments, so he kept quiet.

"Stand," the man commanded, and he obeyed, feeling like he was teetering on stilts. The balance might not have been so hard if the shoes weren't so tight, he thought, realizing that that was probably the point.

The man made him circumnavigate the room a few times to get used to balancing. To assist, he'd whip the boy with a tawse whenever he looked like he was off-kilter. This made Aiden's job much much harder, but his fitness and balance paid off and he managed to avoid falling. So far.

Next the man focused on the form, "Place one foot in front of the other, like a girl. You're walking like a boy. Swing your hips."

Eventually the kid figured out how to appease the man, another example of how boys can learn almost anything if properly motivated. In this case, the motivation was the old whip.

With the basics out of the way, the queen snapped a leash to Aiden's collar and led him down to the driveway in back. He made Aiden walk back and forth for a full hour, his feet developing all kinds of blisters from the unfamiliar tight shoes. The man sat down to watch the spectacle and drink lemonade, but he was quick with the whip if Aiden even thought about slowing down or had the slightest relaxation in his posture.

Aiden could hardly stand when the shoes finally came off. His step-mom came down to bid the man off. "So do you think you have enough material to teach him again next week?"

Of course the old pervert had ideas and wanted more Aiden-time. "Hell yeah," he said, "see you both next week." Aiden was a lot less happy than his step-mom.

For the next visit, his step-mom correctly thought the queen would enjoy instructing him with him wearing the crotchless panties. He attached the high heels again, but this time also locked Aiden's hands to the sides of his collar.

This time he was a lot less gentle, making Aiden walk for hours through various difficult terrain. He had to go faster too, so he wasn't ten minutes in when he fell for the first time.

"Get back up!" his teacher demanded.

It was really hard getting up with his hands locked in place; he squirmed into a kneeling position, then awkwardly got onto one foot, then the other and finally precariously rose to stand.

He would fall numerous times. About halfway through, he just couldn't summon the energy to stand. The man whipped him furiously with the little tawse, but he couldn't get the boy up.

Fortunately, the step-mom saw his predicament. She had resisted using the mini cattle prod up until now, but she saw it was time. The boy twitched against his bonds like nothing before, and with renewed vigor, he slowly began to rise to his feet.

They had to use the cattle prod a few more times before the training was up. Afterwards, Aiden was a wreck. He couldn't stand up at all, but he managed to thank the man with a blowjob while on his knees.

"Well thanks Aiden for showing your appreciation. It's been as much work for me as it has for you, I'm sure."

Aiden was fuming, knowing how much he'd suffered and how the man had just been sipping lemonade the whole time. But he knew he'd better ignore it and just focus on giving the best BJ he could: his skills were exceptional by now.

* * *

CONTENT WARNING: this vignette describes breath control and waterboarding. It is not part of the main plot.

The next instructor was a scary man with a German accent so thick that step-dad thought he was joking when they spoke on the phone. He never did have the nerve to ask if he was a Nazi, but he had no problem tormenting the Aryan child under his control, in any event.

Again, over a blowjob, he explained that his program of breath control was useful for everything from blowjobs to underwater sex. The step-dad thought to himself that that was probably all it was useful for. But really, it wasn't useful for anything. The German just liked scaring the hell out of cute helpless boys.

The step-dad did ask five times if there was a chance he'd kill Aiden, not out of concern for the boy but he didn't want to be deprived of his pleasure but the German insisted that it was all very scientific. That was bullshit, but Aiden was in well-practiced hands – he wouldn't die, just suffer.

Aiden was put in arm-binders for the entire day's experience. "You don't want him to take off the mask," the sadist explained casually. He put an old-looking gas-mask on Aiden and strapped it on. It sounded weird inside with a metallic echo; he could barely hear the adults talking.

Suddenly, his lungs were filled with choking smoke.

He collapsed coughing to the ground, his lungs burning and eyes watering and no way to relieve them. The men laughed; the German had filled a 2-liter bottle with cigar smoke and pumped it into the mask all at once.

They had fun making him breathe various gases, nitrous to make him euphoric and buzzed, pure oxygen to wake him up, CO2 caused him to panic. It was all a riot for the adults.

When the mask was finally removed, Aiden was gasping for air, praying that his torment was over. In reality, he wasn't even halfway done.

The next 30 minutes was just some old-fashioned classical waterboarding. The German correctly expected it'd be fun, although he didn't really know what he was doing… in fact, he was just going off of a description he read in a magazine. He used the method with a cloth over the mouth and a bucket of water. The boy would have confessed anything at all, but of course, he didn't have anything to tell them. It was just a thrill for the sadistic man.

When the "lesson" was finally over and Aiden had given his usual thanks to his guest teacher, they bid farewell to the Nazi guy. His step-dad remarked, "Well, that was fun, but I really don't trust that guy. So I guess his lessons are over."

It looked like his step-dad's racism towards Germans was working in his favor. It was a small consolation, but he'd take it.

* * *

The next volunteer "instructor" was less eager for the blowjob that Aiden's step-dad offered, but he still took it. He was overweight and his whole body was shaved smooth, even his pubes. Aiden knew he was blowing a new class of pervert, but what type?

The man answered Aiden's question as though reading his mind by explaining that he'd give Aiden "Diaper Training".

"Diaper training?!?" Step-dad nearly spat out his coffee and Aiden stopped to look but resumed without having to be told.

"Yeah, first, it'll teach him more about his new lower station in life." He looked down at the kneeling teenager being forced to blow him. "Although maybe he's familiar with that," he giggled, in a way that seemed wrong for an adult.

"And, second, it'll help prepare him for long periods when he can't use the bathroom."

The step-dad could imagine that might be helpful, but mostly acquiesced out of laziness; he didn't want to think of another lesson.

And so Aiden spent the hour learning about talcum powder, types of diapers and so on. The fat weirdo was very handsy, fondling him everywhere, knowing that Aiden couldn't complain about his behavior.

In fact, he'd have to write the man a thank-you card.

After shaking the guy's hand goodbye, Aiden noticed his step-dad went to the sink and thoroughly washed his hand.

"Ok, I think that's enough diaper training."

They basked in a rare moment when they were in actual agreement.

Chapter 17
Christmas Party.

Aiden's step-parents had always enjoyed hosting a Christmas party for their friends and this year was no exception, except that this year, all of their new friends were horny perverts and the theme of the holiday party was simple: play with Aiden.

For his part, Aiden wasn't informed about much except that he'd be dressed as an elf. He was suspicious and his suspicions were confirmed when he received his "outfit".

Skimpy green speedos, cute floppy leather boots, knee-high green socks and a leather cap were the total of his outfit.

So, it was already obviously going to be bunch of horny adults who wanted to fuck him, and they'd probably get to, knowing his step-parents.

He sighed and donned the outfit, knowing that he could be punished for dilly-dallying. A while later, his dad summoned him to open the door and greet the guests who were due to start arriving.

The first guest arrived, eyed the boy's salacious costume, and couldn't resist pinching his nipple and slapping him on the butt. The boy wasn't allowed to talk back to a guest, and he inadvertently was acting very flirty. The guests would all just love interacting with the little elf-slut.

The first guest gave him a present. He was surprised to see it was actually addressed to him specifically; "Aiden" it said on the tag.

And in fact, each guest had a gift for him. Some were just the size of a shoebox but a few were quite large. He was excited – were they giving him a nice Christmas to make up for everything else? He shouldn't have got his hopes up…

As soon as most of the guests arrived, his dad announced it was time for him to unwrap the first present. As Aiden was about to learn, the presents were "for" him in the sense that they'd be used on him. He wouldn't actually enjoy any of them. He was allowed to choose a "gift".

He picked a shoebox-sized one.

It turned out to be a dildo that had a remote that could deliver an electric shock while inside. "Shock your slave into subservience," the copy on the box advertised.

His dad explained the way the evening would work; he'd have to offer the gift, on his knees, to each guest for them to use on him. If they accepted, he'd offer his ass, and they'd fuck him with the dildo. Most of them enjoyed testing out the shock feature. Even though he kind-of got acclimatized to it, he still jumped uncontrollably, even when the last guest tried it out. There were about two dozen guests and as many presents. It was going to be a long evening.

This system worked well for gifts like a studded vibrator or a electrified paddle, but not all the gifts could be circulated that way.

He was given a number of little sexy outfits: a maid's costume, a gladiator's loin cloth, high-end brothel-whore.

He'd put the clothes on, then have to walk and let each guest touch him, kiss him, or whatever they wanted. For time's sake, they'd have to defer any sex though – that would come later. Some of the guests were pretty creepy about the costume part, and they'd sniff his odor straight from his butt crack, or lick his face in broad strokes.

No matter what, he was careful to never stop them, talk back, or even to look disgusted or turn away.

The largest presents had been taken to the boy's room for installation, so when he finally finished going through the many small presents – which took three hours of being spanked, prodded and molested by the guests – he was led up to "his" room, which was rapidly becoming more and more dungeon-like.

The first large present was a sling. His wrists and ankles were locked to it, and spread very wide, exposing his hole. The sling came with a head-rest, but it was removed so that his head would drop back at proper face-fucking height. He was going to be spit-roasted long and hard. At least six guests used each side before he was let down; they still had a few more presents to get through.

The next was a cage. It was very small and made of a mesh so fine that he couldn't even poke a finger out. The man who brought the gift shoved him inside, explaining it was good for punishments, or when you just wanted him out of the way. It was so small that Aiden couldn't lift his head up, and had to stare down between his legs. There was nothing to do but contemplate his little caged dick. But then the man showed how the top panel of the cage could open up, and he showed how Aiden's head could stick up out of the cage. "This is good if you need to feed him, or, more likely, want a blowjob." The audience laughed, but then lined up for Bjs.

The next present was not the last, but it was very popular: it was a padded fuck bench. To show off its features, they fastened every strap, even though he was helpless with less than half of them secured. They also tightened them a lot, out of excitement. He looked super hot and could not move a muscle.

The men lined up again, eager to get a taste of this boyish perfection, in probably the hottest pose of the evening. By the end, everyone had come at least once, many twice and a few came more times than that. Well, everyone except Aiden, of course.

Aiden looked so good bound there, they decided to leave him longer and the remaining presents were opened by the guests that brought them. It turned out that they could all be used without bothering to release Aiden, so that's what they did.

To give Aiden's asshole a small break, the doctor revealed his present, which was actually an invention he was working on: an automated spanking machine. "I'll be working with Aiden to test it in future, so I'm glad to inaugurate it on him here tonight."

The spanking-machine looked very sinister with something that looked kind-of like a ceiling fan, but with the blades replaced with spanking paddles. The doctor explained that you could control the force and the frequency separately with two knobs. He positioned the machine so one paddle was directly in front of Aiden's cute, but about to be very sore, butt. He pressed the power button and the paddles began spinning and slapping him. He turned the frequency knob up and the slaps became very fast – maybe five a second, faster than any human could spank the boy.

Then he adjusted the force upward, and the slaps became louder and more painful sounding. Aiden emitted a whining noise that was broken with each stroke of the paddle. His ass was already a deep pink.

The doctor showed off one last feature; there were 4 sets of paddles; the leather ones were currently in use; a hard plastic set that he said stung extra hard; a wooden one with holes that he called "the bruiser" and a spiky set of paddles which he said were for more "extreme infractions". He explained that they were still experimental and he hoped to come up with other ideas for the machine.

His step-dad turned the force back down and handed the controls around for the guests to play with. After all the guests had enjoyed playing with the spanker, it was shut off and they turned their attention to the final present.

It turned out to be a fucking machine. With Aiden still bound to the bench, a small dildo tip was selected and attached. The machine was positioned and began its relentless, mechanical assault on his tight little hole.

It also had a control box that the gift's giver enjoyed demonstrating; how it could adjust speed, depth, force and other various controls. After the guests had been given a chance to play with this final toy, his step-dad set it on the slowest setting, one stroke per hour.

He tussled Aiden's hair and told him he was about to get the world's slowest fucking. He left the boy bound to the bench overnight, receiving 8 hours of slow long forceful fuck-strokes from the machine through the entire night. Needless to say, he slept very poorly.

* * *

The next morning, after his dad removed the fucking machine, he took its place and pounded the boy's incredibly sore but very open hole. He wordlessly detached him from the bench and led him to breakfast, where his wicked step-mother waited.

"Wasn't that a great party!" she bubbled enthusiastically. "And you got such fun presents. You'd better make sure you write proper thank-you cards for each guest; make sure to mention what present they gave you and something special you like about it," she suggested the impossible, and pushed a stack of blank cards and a pen his way. He really hated her so much, but did his best to sound sincere as he thanked her for the suggestion and began filling out the stack of cards.

Chapter 18
New Year's Gala.

One of the wealthier men from the Christmas party had given the step-parents a mysterious card:

New Year's Roman-Orgy Extravaganza

Attire: one slave boy.

An address and a time were given on the other side.

As the date approached, they discussed attending; well, they were mostly talking each other into it, because they both really really wanted to go, but were rather nervous.

They decided to wear masks to conceal their identities; the boy would also wear a mask. They dressed in formal-wear with golden masks; he dressed just in his pink crotchless panties again (they were always popular) with a pink mask that just covered his eyes.

They arrived, two of them very excited, and the party indeed resembled some sort of crazy orgy, just as the invite had promised!

Boys were used to serve food, but not as waiters; there was a champagne luge where you poured champagne over the face of a carefully positioned young boy. It would then drip down his chest and abs. Sculpted beeswax was adhered to the boy to guide the flow down his dick; the champagne glass had to be positioned under the tip of his penis.

"A taste of boy in every glass," the man ahead of step-dad commented, raising his glass in a sort-of toast as he moved onto some other lewd activity.

As they looked around they saw a large kiddie-pool with two identical twins standing in ankle-deep oil. A referee blew his whistle and the sexiest oil wrestling match the audience had ever seen commenced. It lasted forever, probably since the twins were such an even match. The audience enjoyed every twist and turn.

There was a "Test your Boy-Nose" booth. The twinkish boys were rotated every half hour. The discerning connoiseur had 60 seconds to sniff the balls and asses of 5 boys. The boys were swapped randomly and a guest could win by identifying each boy by scent, blindfolded. The reward for getting a perfect score was a session with a boy of his choosing, and a big round of applause.

Another popular was bobbing for dildos. You could get them to scan your dick, or you could pick a generic dildo to represent you. Either way a bar-code was added to the phallus so it could be traced back to its lucky owner. Once a boy caught a dick, he'd be obliged to suck the real-world owner of the schlong. I guess that's the real reason it was popular.

There was a whole buffet section dedicated to food that could be eaten directly off of the nude boys. For example, there were pates, cold cuts, cheese laid over the fronts of some boys, while the back-ends were reserved for dips, salsas, relishes and gravies. Whichever side they chose, white or dark meat, as the joke went, they were happy.

A little nude Japanese boy came by and offered them some sake to drink. All he seemed to have was a tray with porcelain drinking glasses. When step-dad said "yes", the boy took a cup, placed it under his dick. The parents now noticed a stiff alligator-clip holding his pisshole closed. He removed it and filled the cup from his bladder. Aiden's parents were shocked and another guest witnessed their surprise and explained. "Japanese Sake is supposed to be served at exactly body temperature, which is why this boy is being used to serve it. In the kitchen, they fill his bladder up everytime he runs out using a catheter so it's always a fresh supply of sake. I hear it burns the plumbing a bit, but it's a small price to pay." Now everyone understood why the boy cringed as he filled the cup.

"Why the clip?" his step-dad asked idly.

"Oh, sometimes they overfill the boy and he has to use the clip to avoid spilling any. The clip hurts like a bitch, trust me. But the punishment for wasting sake is that he has to wear the clip until the next party, so he'spretty careful!" The parents agreed that it seemed like a good system.

* * *

Aiden felt like he had slipped and fallen into a perverse underworld he previously wouldn't have believed. His step-parents couldn't believe it either; for them it was heaven on earth, a feast for their sexually deviant eyes.

"Mind if we take your boy for communal use?" a host inquired. "All these boys are on loan from other attendees; variety is the spice of life, after all."

The very thought excited his step-parents, "Sure, don't go easy on him." They were partially joking, but they didn't need to worry: slaveboys never had it easy at these galas.

Aiden felt a brief moment of excitement as he was led off; would he actually get to talk to other boys in his situation? The short answer was no; he was never far away from these "colleagues" but he was never at liberty to speak to them, not even close. As had been so often the case before as he had slipped into his new life, his brief hope gave way to more disappointment. Having them dashed was worse than if he'd never even gotten his hopes up.

Aiden's first task was to spend an hour drawing a chariot from one part of the party to another. They took his shoes so he had to run on the painful gravel; the party's attendees were very enthusiastic with the whip.He felt he couldn't have handled another minute when his hour was up.

* * *

At the same time, his step-dad was screwing a pair of slaveboys that were dressed like a donkey for some reason.

The rear slave had his bare butt just hanging out and waiting to be fucked – who was the step-dad to deny that ass what it wanted. He chuckled a bit when he saw that someone had scrawled "ASS" over the donkey's butt.

An excellent double-entendre, he thought, shoving his dick down the accessible hole. He knew this "ass" was well-used and didn't bother to lube it up. It was a great fuck, a nice change of pace from always using Aiden. (It turned out that the donkey was in between rounds of a game called "Plug the Tail in the Donkey" where blindfolded, and mostly drunken, guests would try to ram a big butt-plug-tail into the unprotected hole. The penetrations were never gentle.)

When he'd gotten off, he decided he felt a little hungry and went to see what desserts were available. It was a simple affair of vanilla ice-cream but the waiter serving said, "You can get some toppings from that boy there." A naked slave-boy was waiting in the corner covered head to toe in caramel and fudge toppings, nuts and whipped cream and cherries were stuck everywhere on his body. A slow trickle of fudge and caramel was constantly drizzled on him, and various other toppings would rain down. A waiter would scoop the excess off of the serving platter the boy stood on and stick them back onto the boy. Cherries in particular rolled off and the waiters tended to stick them in his butt crack. Some perverts would just lick the boy directly, but the polite thing to do was to use a spoon to get what you wanted.

* * *

Aiden's next job was a real change of pace and was relatively relaxing for him. He was to be a living sushi table; that was his only job, other than to be occasionally fondled by the guests. It was an hour that he actually didn't mind, despite the low-grade humiliation of being a piece of furniture. He'd done a lot worse things and feared there were more to come.

His mom, meanwhile, was participating in a whipping contest. She was a bit drunk and having too much fun perhaps, but her whipping form was terrible. Her husband collected her, slightly embarrassed, and said they'd make sure to get a bullwhip so she could practice.

It turned out her drunken ass had lost a ton of money. They'd have to pimp Aiden out to pay it back; he got hard at the thought. Having heard the comment that she needed practice, she drunkenly wanted her son to come out so she could practice right then, but fortunately desisted when the step-dad told her Aiden was indisposed. He made her sober up a little, but she remembered about needing to practice her bullwhip skills.

Aiden's next job was more nasty than painful or even uncomfortable, he was lead over to a platform where he was told to kneel. As his legs were strapped down, his arms were bound behind his back. "Your next job is piss-boy," the man in charge cheerfully explained. He strapped a ring-gag into the boy's mouth warning, "Don't spill any." Aiden didn't want to find out what punishments were on tap around here, so he resolved to do his best.

He was in for another surprise as the man said "take a deep breath" and rammed something up his pisshole. Pee started to flow through the tube involuntarily. It turned out to be a catheter that ran up to a drain over his head. So, as piss entered his bladder, he'd give himself a golden shower. This was how he'd spend the rest of the party, as guest after guest walked up and used him as a urinal.

With his wife tipsy, the step-dad decided to get one last fuck in then retrieve his boy, then they'd go. He already felt overwhelmed by the evening, in a very good way. He'd learned a lot, got a lot of ideas, and most importantly, made a bunch of very perverted new friends. He was sure they'd stay in touch; they all agreed that Aiden was a pretty fine piece of ass.

Aiden was hosed off but was still soaking wet when they got back to the car. His mom was too drunk to care, but step-dad insisted he ride in the trunk. He was just glad to be left alone.

For days after, his step-parents were gushing about the gala and all the "upstanding gentlemen" they'd met. Aiden's opinion was a bit different, but he wisely decided to keep it to himself.

Chapter 19
Adventures with the Scouts.

Aiden's step-dad had always been a bit conflicted about his involvement with boy scouts. On the one hand, teaching boys to be together in nature sounded fun, and their uniforms were completely adorable to him, sort-of clean-cut but not afraid to get dirty. Not to mention he liked the idea of ordering hot boys around. But, he hated the merit badges, didn't like camping, and didn't really get along with the other parents. Before he had had his awakening with Aiden, he mostly just decided to steer clear of it.

This had suddenly changed when he realized the perverted coach was also the scoutmaster. He had looked over the parental volunteer form and noticed there was an outing with the scoutmaster as the only other adult. That sounded promising. He signed up and noted that the best merit badges remaining were knot-tying and first-aid.

He thought about it, put down both, and called the doctor to invite him to teach first aid. He promised there'd be other, more enjoyable, activities as well. He called the coach to let him know about their third companion; the doctor was well-respected and his presence would never attract scrutiny.

"Great news," his step-dad announced; Aiden was sure it was not. "I'm going to be your trip-leader next weekend."

Aiden wanted to die inside. The coach, who was new at scouting, seemed to encourage the bullies. All his actual friends had quit the troop, and he didn't even have access to a phone to call them! "Do I have to?" he whined, unintentionally.

"Yes! I already signed up. I think I saw some of your friends on the list." He rattled off a list of the worst bullies. "Pack your bags!"

The boy got down on his knees and begged, "Please I'll do anything but please don't make me go on this tr…" the boy's pleas were stopped when his step-dad's dick entered his mouth. The boy dutifully swallow his dad's load and waited for his next humiliation.

In the end, the boy managed to beg and plead, but the only compromise his step-dad would make was that Aiden could sleep with him in a two-man tent. He thought that that might give him a tiny bit of protection.

At the trail-head, his step-dad could see that the other boys already disliked his step-son – he planned to use this to his advantage. He gave his step-son all the heavy stuff, putting the slender lad at a disadvantage.

The poor boy was exhausted beyond belief when they arrived at camp, but everyone else was chipper – he'd carried their loads after all.

It was time to work on their first merit badge, his step-dad announced, ignoring his step-son's condition, "First Aid".

"OK," the doctor said, "Aiden, pretend to be passed out."

He made every boy in the troop practice mouth-to-mouth resuscitation on the boy. After they had all made contact with the apprehensive boy, he announced it was time to make a thorough physical investigation of the subject.

Aiden gulped, knowing that his chastity device would probably be discovered, given how tight his shorts were, and he was freeballing so he had little wiggle room.

Sure enough, his former nemesis, but now the boy he desperately wanted to assuage, discovered the strange bulge in Aiden's crotch. He didn't hesitate and pulled the pants down, revealing the tiny day-glo pink chastity tube on the humiliated teen. Aiden, for his part, wanted to crawl into a corner and hide. Sadly, that option was not available, and they all began their teenage chatter.

The doctor saw his opening to further humiliate his victim. "Boys," he began, "don't make fun of Aiden. He has a serious medical condition. He can't control himself and constantly masturbates."

Aiden hung his head at the lame defense. "But don't worry – this device helps him stay on the righteous path."

One of his classmates sneered, "loser". Aiden couldn't help but agree – his face blushed red in embarrassment.

His other classmates had a bunch of questions that either the step-dad would answer, or Aiden would be forced to reluctantly answer – it was hard because he'd be punished for so many different reasons. One question was, "How does Aiden relieve himself?" the question was met with laughter, but his dad answered. "He can release tension through prostate massage." He gave the boy a big dildo to demonstrate. The boy hesitated for a moment but as the man walked up, he started to jam the rubber beast into his hole. His classmates were wide-eyed at the size of the thing.

"Now fuck yourself," the step-dad commanded and Aiden did as commanded but was never able to quite climax due to the chastity device tightly gripping his dick.

"Well" his step-dad turned to address the troop, "you can't see he isn't really much of a man after all. Just a little pussy." He turned to Aiden, "What are you?"

"Just a little pussy boy, master."

"Damn straight," his dominant step-father spat as he talked. "And what do pussies like you do for real men like us?"

"I suck cock, master", Aiden answered reflexively, after so much repetition training. He hadn't meant to, certainly not in the presence of the other boys. Of course, all the boys laughed.

"OK," he added "we've wasted enough time on first aid with this cock-whore. It's time for knot tying practice." Aiden groaned, knowing where bondage tended to lead.

"Aiden, you'll be our test subject," his step-dad confirmed his suspicions.

Over the next few hours, they'd tied him up, and make him try to escape. At his step-dad's goading, they'd whip his belly with a ruler if he wasn't fast enough.

Eventually they succeeded, the boy couldn't escape.

"Well," his step-dad said, "I guess you can keep him in your tent in case he gets free!" He had promised the boy that he'd protect him, but he was pretty horny, and the idea of these bullies abusing the boy was seriously turning him on.

"Hey you promised …" the scared bound twink began to remind his dad of his promise of protection. Dad removed a ring-gag from his duffel bag, "Sometimes he can be a little annoying, but this can help." He pushed the gagged and bound boy toward his waiting bullies, but he resisted. They hadn't tied up his legs so he could still walk around.

"Sometimes he can be a bit disobedient too, so that's why I make him wear this collar. It's really for dogs, but it works on bad boys too." Affixing the collar, he tossed the remote to the lead bully, who pressed it, causing Aiden to fall down in pain; they all laughed.

"Move it," the step-dad commanded Aiden, who summoned all his strength to walk into the hands of his tormentors.

"Uh, isn't he going to need a sleeping bag?"

"I think I'll let the little faggot try to convince one of you to let him share your bag."

"No way," one bully refused.

"I dunno, all night blowjob!" another said. A few blowjobs later, and Aiden found he didn't need his own sleeping bag after carrying it all that way. The boy's bag was a mummy bag, "I don't want to see you and I don't want your face above my waist" he warned Aiden, shoving his head down in the bag. It smelled terrible, like damp feet, and the boy kept farting right in Aiden's face, but he had no choice and began to deliver a very very slow, all-night BJ to his tormentor. It was that or freeze, and they probably wouldn't even let him freeze in peace.

The whole thing made the step-dad so horny; he went to sleep to distant gagging, moaning, laughing, and grunting sounds. At least some of the boys were having a good time!

* * *

The next morning, the adults got to gauge Aiden's performance. He had apparently never gotten untied, but the other boys rated his cocksucking skills highly.

The hike back was mostly uneventful although Aiden's dad offered him for Bjs during lunch. Many of the boys were too tired to accept, but there were still some takers.

When they finally got back to the car, smelly and exhausted, Aiden was required to thank his non-friends, especially the one he'd had to blow all night.

On the ride home, he knew it was a mistake to say anything but he couldn't stop himself, "How could you let those bullies take me into their tent?"

His dad did the thing where he acted ultra-calm and Aiden could tell he was super-pissed at being talked back to, and tried to walk back what he'd said with a mumbled apology.

"Look I'm just trying to make friends for your perverted ass. You shouldn't talk about your buddies that way!"

He paused, wickedly scheming, "You know, I think you should call them all and give them my phone number so we can arrange a play-date."

Aiden couldn't believe this. He was mentally admonishing himself for saying anything. Eventually the words sank in, "Do I really have to call it a play-date? That's for five-year-olds."

This didn't pacify his dad, "Ok, mister, let's give it a more adult name. Invite them over for 'naughty play-dates'."

Aiden shuddered at the idea of having to say that, but was more-or-less resigned to his fate now, or at least managed to remain silent.

His dad had the attendance sheet with their phone numbers which he passed to Aiden. Shaking his head in disbelief he called the first boy , who he thought was perhaps the least mean, "Hey… it's Aiden." The boy put him on speakerphone – all the other boys he had to call were actually still driving back, in the same car, listening – they'd been picked up by one of the bullies' like-minded brothers — "Um, do you want to call my dad and arrange a, um," he paused, not knowing if he could really say it, "a naughty play-date with me." Laughter erupted on the far end of the phone.

"Oh, that's hilarious!" the boy said. "What's the number?"

Aiden recited his dad's number, thanked the boy for good measure – why not? – and hung up.

"OK, just 3 more to call," his dad cheerfully said.

"I think they all just heard."

"I said, 'Call Them'," his dad said menacingly.

The boys enjoyed fielding Aiden's repetitive calls, joking and laughing among themselves. It also got them scheming about "stuff" they could do to Aiden. Thinking about the word "naughty" had given them all little erections they couldn't wait to rub out.

When the play-dates happened, the step-dad watched the boys fuck his son through the room's CCTV system. The boys weren't particularly impressive lovers but they were quick to recover. One time, three of them came over at once and they fucked him like little rabbits; he counted 15 penetrations in 30 minutes! Impressive! He sent the video to his very private mailing list.

Chapter 20
Boy gets Pimped.

As his Mom and Dad got more comfortable playing little games with him, Aiden got to meet more of their new acquaintances. They had met these guys at various parties and in online chat-rooms. Sometimes they'd host little parties, other times Aiden would be used for some special one-on-one time.

It wasn't long before the wicked step-parents thought of the boy not as a mere sex-slave, although he was most assuredly still that, but also as a revenue source. They decided to auction off rights to his first afternoon as a simple whore; after that they'd just let the free market determine his worth – what could go wrong?

They tied Aiden to a pole at the center of a stage, naked except, as usual, for the chastity tube. The bright lights made him squint. He was looking cute as fuck; that was basically his resting pose. His mom squirted some oil on him and rubbed it around, giving him a healthy glow.

"You're going to make us so proud," she cooed at the boy.

Proud wasn't really the right word. For Aiden, the humiliation was mortifying. For his parents, they were preoccupied by all the cash he was drawing in.

As the guests filed in, they would be sure to examine the goods they were bidding on up close. They were fingering Aiden, pinching and twisting, tugging and slapping.

He could hardly see and it just felt like a frenzy of molestation to him. Which is basically what it was.

To kick off the bidding, Aiden's step-dad made a little motivational speech, "Ah, my son's first auction. I thought this day would never get here. In fact, for years, young Aiden here walked the straight and narrow never showing any signs of deviance. But last summer, Aiden had a little accident. He told his doctor that he 'slipped and fell'." The audience murmured at the little joke, knowing all about the candle incident. "Well, it seems like he's been slipping and falling ever since. Which is how we got here, today." Light applause from the audience.

He waxed sanguine, "Over the last months, I think we've all lost track of who has fucked Aiden. Under the various circumstances, I'm sure he has no idea."

He asked Aiden, "Do you know which of these guys have fucked you?"

Aiden couldn't see a thing but answered "No master." More applause.

He paused for dramatic emphasis. "Aiden, you're about to make an important change, like a caterpillar becoming a butterfly, or losing your first tooth, or graduating high school."

He paused, "Aiden, today you transition from slut to whore!" The audience erupted in applause but his dad gestured for them to quiet down: he wasn't done.

"I realize that the change is largely symbolic, but what it symbolizes is that Aiden is now open for business." He rang the bell to begin the bidding.

* * *

A traditional auctioneer conducted the proceedings in less than two minutes. The winner was a well-dressed older man, who had taken a bunch of viagra in anticipation of a long high-quality fuck. They were all led to Aiden's bedroom/dungeon with all the Christmas presents available.

For the occasion, the step-parents had bought a new piece of bondage equipment: a set of low-stocks. There were rings on the floor to fasten his ankles to, and when he was locked in them, they made his tight little ass really stick out.

When his step-dad had tested it out, he hadn't been able to resist a quick fuck even though he was in a hurry. He knew he'd be using them a lot.

The winner, however, felt like doing some kissing and elected to fasten Aiden in the sling. At first he was passionate, kissing him tenderly and fucking gently. But, as usual, he picked up the pace. He used the swinging of the sling to pump the boy harder, their skin slapping together rhythmically.

After his first orgasm, he had the newly-minted whore moved to the stocks. The step-dad really wanted to use them. And everyone agreed; the boy looked awesome in that position. The winning bidder was still hard and fucked him for a long time before achieving his second orgasm.

He decided he needed a rest, and the horny crowd descended on the helpless lad. He couldn't see anything except the floor in front of his nose. His step-dad let anyone fuck the boy, as long as they paid the admission price! The line of men waiting to use the boy's ass paid in total more than the winning bidder.

Afterwards, Aiden's dad released him from the stocks. "Did you enjoy the stocks?" he asked, mostly to annoy the boy, who wasn't allowed to be negative about such things.

"Yes dad," he replied unconvincingly.

"Well good, I'm sure we'll be using them a lot."

They entered the dining room, where his wife was eager to show them a laptop. "This," she pointed to the screen "is calendaring software for keeping track of Aiden's business."

"She means your whoring," his dad clarified, unnecessarily.

"And look," she went on, "we've got over twenty appointments already."

A nerdy guy with glasses popped in, "Ok, I've got everything all set up! Anything else?"

"Oh," the step-mom said, "this is the IT guy who set up your calendar. Aiden you should thank him."

"Thanks for…" Aiden began, but was interrupted by his step-dad slapping his face.

"That's not what she meant, dumbass," he interjected, pushing the boy to his knees. The IT nerd approached him, unzipped his fly, and received the best blowjob of his life.

Chapter 21
A New Boy Cometh.

One day, the good doctor was out jogging. He cut through an abandoned warehouse lot and was a bit shocked by what he found; a young boy, who he thought was 10 but turned out to be 12. He was shivering and cold; it was freezing temperatures out, and the boy appeared to be barefoot. He stopped.

"What's your name?" he asked, trying to assess the boy's condition.

"Eric," the boy looked nervous, like he wanted to bolt.

But the doctor noticed he was holding one of his feet. His toes were badly frost-bitten, in serious need of medical attention.

"We've got to get you to a hospital."

"No, they'll send me back to foster care!"

Those words were wonderful news to the doctor; nobody'd be looking for this little punk. "Ok, fine, I'll take care of you at my house."

The boy looked very happy at the prospect, but he'd have been better off in foster care, of course.

The doctor saw no reason to be anything less than cordial, treating the boy's feet, feeding him, giving him clean clothes and a shower, and a warm bed. Eric disclosed a little of his history; apparently he had been running away from his foster home, had slipped and fell when crossing the warehouse where the doctor had found him. He had run away about a week before; the doctor searched on the internet and didn't find anything.

Despite his hard fortune, the boy was a little cutie. He was in a deep sleep, all tucked in, the doctor had even given him a stuffed bear to complete the cozy picture. He sent a photo to the step-parents, captioned, "Want another slaveboy?"

An all-caps affirmative response came within seconds.

The boy was a little sleeping beauty and they were so excited to have another toy to play with in their dungeon. They even thought having a "brother" would be good for Aiden.

Eric was sleeping very well, but not well enough to transport him. A little chloroform later and Eric was in the doctor's passenger seat, looking like he was just asleep. He drove the boy to his new home. His new life was just beginning.

Chapter 22
Training Eric.

Training Aiden had been a slow affair. They used coercion and mental tricks as much as physical punishment. Plus the boy had a lot of social contacts that they didn't want alerted. It had been enjoyable, of course, for the parents that is, but it had also been frustrating.

None of that subtlety was required with Eric, who the doctor excitedly explained would never be missed. The step-parents were tingly that there was no limit, except, as they say, for their imaginations. A wide circle of acquaintances was now constantly feeding them ideas, so in fact, their imaginations weren't actually the limit either!

None of which was good news for Eric, who blearily was coming to in the brightly lit dungeon. His hands and feet were bound to the corners of the cot, the ratty underwear he'd been wearing for at least a week was shoved into his mouth. "What the fuck?" he said unintelligibly, trying to spit out the fabric, but the underwear was taped in.

Aiden was in his own bed and did exactly what his parents had instructed. He pressed the intercom button and repeated the line he'd been made to memorize, "The Chicken is Awake".

The step-parents hustled down; they'd been preparing a little introductory speech.

"Eric, we're really looking forward to making you a part of our unusual family."

He had already figured out that they were weird: he was chained to his bed after all.

"Our names don't matter, you shall call us Mom and Dad."

"It's obvious that an escapee like you doesn't suit the traditional, more open, foster care program. I know you think foster care can't work for you, so maybe you shouldn't think of it that way. Instead, imagine you're in prison, or being sold to a sheikh in Saudi Arabia. Nobody expects you to like it, we expect you to obey."

The little speech sent numerous chills down Eric's back. The parents, in contrast, had goosebumps with excitement. The man let his wife explain how his training would work. Naturally, she focused mostly on discipline and punishment.

"I know punks like you have a lot of bad attitudes toward work and adults. Teenagers love to back-talk, right Aiden?"

Aiden responded without thinking, "Yes Mother."

She continued, "This collar should help." She fastened a thick heavy collar around the boy's scrawny neck, tightening it until it was quite snug. She ripped the gag and underwear out of the boy's mouth, saying, "I'll show you how it works." She paused and commanded the boy, "Say your name!"

"Eri-" the boy began before a red light on the collar went on and he yelped and writhed against his bonds. The yelp triggered another shock and she gave him a minute to settle down.

"So you won't want to talk back for now, I think, yes?" she said, patting his messy hair. "That collar is made for dogs but it seems to work quite well for misbehaving boys. Believe me, nobody is interested in your opinion anyways," she finished with the collar demo.

"The collar is for the talking problem, but you'll also have to do chores. As Aiden would tell you, we are quite picky, and we've got a lot of tools to punish you if we don't think you've done a good job. So, your life here is simple. Do exactly what we say; always try your hardest, although you'll probably fail often regardless; don't try to think for yourself. If we need to correct your behavior immediately, that collar has a remote-control."

The dad took over again. "Of course there's another thing that often causes problems for boys like you." He pinched the boy's glans and pulled, stretching his flaccid cock out. He let go and it snapped back down to size. "Way too many boys let their dicks control them. Well, your dick isn't going to be controlling anything anytime soon." He snapped a tiny chastity cage on the boy – the doctor had sized his dick and printed it up.

"Of course, we have a more productive means of control that actually does use your balls." He attached a small shock collar around the base of the boy's cock and scrotum. "This is quite similar to the one on your neck," he said and unceremoniously pressed the remote button.

Eric tried to sit upright but ran hard into his bondage. He screamed in pain, but that only caused his collar to trigger. The adults laughed, even Aiden smiled although he'd been on the receiving end and knew that Eric wasn't having a good time. Eventually he calmed down, already resolving that he'd better try to be a good boy. But he didn't know what kinds of things he'd be made to do…

He got a list of chores. They hadn't gotten a perimeter collar for Eric yet, so they watched him like a hawk in case he tried to run again, although it would be hard. He was barefoot and there was nothing but thorny brush around for miles – and nobody to ask for help. But they still didn't want to deal with it. When they had to step out, they were careful to always chain his ankle to something.

In any event, he'd had enough electric shocks that day, and tried to get his chores done, doing his best to not get in trouble. His parents let him know that they were looking for any excuse to punish him.

Chapter 23
Aiden Trains His Dog.

CONTENT WARNING: Red ants are used for punishment toward the end of this chapter.

Training two slaves was hard work, but the step-dad, ever lazy, came up with an idea; what if Aiden trained Eric?

And so, at breakfast, he remembered, "Hey Aiden, didn't you always want a dog to play with?"

The boy's eyes lit up, before he had time to realize that this was also probably some kind of trick. It was.

"Well, here's your new dog!" Grinning, he pointed at Eric, who shuddered. "Of course, he'll need a costume." Neither boy looked excited by this prospect, but the parents were.

His mother ran off to pick up a costume. She returned with a furry little number. It was a particularly sexy version that left the boy's genitals and butt exposed for all sorts of activities. At the same time, it was one of the more constraining models. She had bought a cute mask separately. It was designed to cut off most of his senses; sight and hearing were very impaired for the wearer, to "encourage him to feel like a dog", in the salesman's words. A bit went in his mouth, since obviously dogs can't talk. He would still be able to make barking sounds. She decided to turn off the anti-bark feature of the shock collar for this part of Eric's training.

Getting him into the rest of the costume proved tricky. His arms needed to be bent completely at the elbow; his wrists and shoulders were forced together in the short front legs of the costumes. The costume had extra padding at the elbows as that was what he'd be walking on. It was pretty uncomfortable, but it got a lot worse when his mom cinched the straps tight, further bending his arm and locking it in this position.

The dog's hind legs were similar. His legs were forced to bend at the knee, which he'd be walking on. His feet were facing upward, on either side of his butt. Mom couldn't resist grabbing a switch and stinging his feet and butt.

He wiggled sexily in his bondage. He screamed, especially when she struck his tender feet. But he was muffled and unintelligible, so everything seemed good to go. He'd be scrambling around on his knees and elbows.

"Aiden, your first task is to train the dog to fetch." The evil step-dad handed him a small rubber cock to practice with.

"First, the dog has to sniff the toy," he suggested, expectantly. Eric knew what was needed but wasn't playing along. "Ok, now you have to correct him since he isn't behaving," step-dad said, handing Aiden the shock remote, "Correct him."

Aiden hesitated and the man said, "One demerit for you Aiden, correct him."

Aiden pushed the button and the boy in the dog suit jumped and yelped. "Good boy," his master said, forgetting which one was the dog momentarily.

Aiden offered the toy again, and this time, defeated, Eric sniffed at it.

"Good boy!" step-dad encouraged Eric and gestured for Aiden to also say it. "Now throw it."

Aiden gave it a good toss into the yard. The boy-dog, looked at Aiden and his dad, then out onto the yard.

"He's hesitating!" the step-father said, "Correct him!"

Aiden pressed the button immediately this time. Better him than me he thought.

The man got an iced-tea and a lawn chair and settled back to monitor the training; he needed to make sure it was harsh enough. Several times he called to Aiden to correct the boy. The lawn was muddy and wet; Eric was a mess.

Eventually it was time for the next phase, but he called Aiden over first. "You are letting him slack way too much, and I've told you multiple times. So, if I see any more leniency on your part, I have a punishment in mind for intransigent trainers. You'll be better off if you don't find out what it is."

The next lesson was simply heeling, which simply meant that Eric had to run alongside Aiden as he walked and ran. It was relatively easy and Eric only needed a few corrections, which Aiden delivered, unprompted.

The final lesson for the day was "Catch". In principle, it seemed pretty easy. Eric didn't even have to wear the mask as catching food in his mouth with it on was clearly impossible. It was still incredibly difficult. The goal was to catch a grape from halfway across the lawn; it was unrealistically far. Eric did managed to catch about 5 grapes, but that was out of 50 maybe.

The real problem was that the step-dad insisted Eric get a correction for each missed grape. Aiden could plainly see they were going too far, but with his step-dad breathing down his neck he had no choice. When his dad said he was going inside to get another beer, Aiden decided he'd let Eric rest by not shocking him for any misses. He didn't suspect that his step-dad was setting him up.

But he was. He grabbed his beer and watched on the house's security system. Aiden was clearly not punishing Eric as he was supposed to. He had all the evidence he needed.

Back outside, he said, "Aiden, I'm very disappointed. Let's get Eric out of his costume and we'll have to show you what happens to weak trainers who don't know how to correct their charge."

Both boys knew to be scared; Aiden was shaking as he released the ties that held Eric's arms and legs. The dad quickly chained the now-naked but still-filthy Eric to the bed and marched Aiden back outside.

Then he had the nude boy walk behind the garage where there was a big barren patch without grass. There was a massive active anthill in the center, swarming with red ants which had a painful bite. They were very aggressive in this area. There was a strong nylon clothesline stretching out across the yard that could be reeled in or out. It went directly over the ant-hill.

"Put your hands on your head," he ordered the boy. He took out a jar of honey and smeared it all over the boy, making sure to drizzle some into his chastity tube so his dick was sweet and sticky too. He wiped his hands on the boy's hair to clean them off.

He pulled the clothesline down, stretching it to attach it to the boy's collar; he padlocked it to a knot that had tightened so much it couldn't be untied. He reeled the boy out, so he was now standing directly on top of the anthill.

He couldn't move much in any direction, so there was no avoiding his fate. Immediately, ants started climbing his smooth legs, some getting stuck on the honey and biting him, others climbed along to his crotch and torso.

You could really tell when they started biting his dick.

The pain and stress was causing him to dance around on the clothesline, further pissing off the already angry ants. He was flailing wildly as the step-dad reeled him off of the hill. He was covered head to toe in frenzied ants.

"Have you learned your lesson?"

"Yes."

"And what is it?"

"Punish Eric when he fucks up!"

The step-dad decided it was good enough. "I want you to run around for ten minutes without brushing off the ants, then I'll hose you off. If you try to brush them off, it'll be another 10 minutes."

It was agony for the boy, suffering but not being able to use his hands, but he succeeded, and his step-dad hosed him off very thoroughly- he didn't want red ants inside!

"You'd better do better tomorrow!" he admonished, and the boy had no doubt: he'd not give that little bitch an iota of mercy.

* * *

The next training sessions all went much better, and everyone involved learned the importance of harsh corrective measures. Eric even got pretty skilled at catching those stupid grapes. Instead of being angry at the end, the step-dad boned the little dog-boy. Aiden had been thinking about how much he wanted to fuck that hole all afternoon as it stared back at him, so invitingly. His dick throbbed continuously inside the tight chastity tube so he knew he couldn't fuck anything, not yet anyways.

Still, back in their room he was feeling horny. So horny he had to do something. He talked Eric into letting him dry hump him, but all that did was make him much much hornier. Up close, the ass was as attractive as it had looked on the field that day. And his dick was still as frustrated. He sighed, and gave up.

He didn't know his step-dad was watching on CCTV, perfectly understanding the dynamic. From then on, he started and ended each dog-training with some fucking, and Aiden stewed with jealousy the whole time as his step-dad pounded "his" dog. Eric got very little mercy from then on.

Chapter 24
Loss of Innocence.

One elephant in the room was Eric's sexuality. Not if he was straight or gay, that didn't matter to anyone, but when they were going to "break him in".

Both the doctor and his step-mom had asked the boy about his sexual history and concluded that, even though foster kids are often abused sexually, he probably hadn't been, at least not much, so far.

The doctor and step-dad decided to go hole-by-hole. The first would be oral, naturally.

In order to prepare him, video loops of oral sex were played non-stop in the boys' room. Eric was always made to wear a penis gag that week "to help him get used to it".

The message was clear enough, for Aiden. "Have you ever sucked cock?" he asked bluntly.

Eric seemed taken aback and shook his head, but the gag made it so he couldn't answer.

"Well, I think you're about to." Turning to the video, he said, "You might want to pay attention to this." Pointing to the guy giving head, "You're going to be this guy."

Aiden's prediction was quite accurate, and the doctor and step-dad opened the boys' room quite cheerfully on the chosen day. Aiden was relieved that for once he wouldn't be the sole attraction – he knew they were only this happy when they had some fucking planned.

They had debated for so long about whether to be gentle or rough with Eric on his first time that the step-mom got sick of it and flipped a coin. She pointed at the doctor, "You're going to be gentle and sweet." And then to her husband, "You're going to be brutish and mean as fuck." They immediately realized that this good-cop/bad-cop-like_schtick would probably be perfect.

They decided to make a little game of it, although they'd both be winners. The doctor found an old chess clock. They could use it to time one minute turns. They had considered using both boys at once, but decided they'd savor Eric on his own first.

The boy was brought down to the office, and cuffed his hands behind his back. Both believed that the best oral was hands-free and so that was the way he'd be trained.

The boy was to start gently. The doctor started him licking the shaft and then sucking the glans. The boy had expected this and was ready for it, so he thought it really wasn't too bad.

He didn't know the significance of the timer ringing but the glans was withdrawn and a ring-gag strapped in his mouth. His step-dad grabbed his hair so hard it hurt and forced his opened mouth down to the hilt of his dick in one thrust. The boy gagged and choked and gurgled on the dick. Dad started pushing the head down and pulling it up in even motions, ignoring the boy spattering and coughing and drooling. He enjoyed holding the boy's head down. The boy kept trying to breath through his mouth and felt like he was suffocating. The man holding his head smiled; he was such a neophyte that he didn't even know to breathe through his nose. He decided he would let the boy try to figure it out on his own as the timer expired.

Eric was glad to have the ring-gag out and went back to blowing the nice doctor. He did his best to stay on the man's good side. It wasn't easy: he was rattled by the quick changes. Still, he managed to slowly bob his head up and down on the cock. "Great work!" the doctor encouraged, staying in character. The boy felt a moment of pride.

The timer dinged and it was back to the ring-gag and brutal face-fucking. This time he could feel that the man was close to some kind of climax and the timer went off again. The man was a little embarrassed about getting so exxcited as he wanted to last longer.

It only took two more rounds for the brutal face-fucking to work its magic, as he exploded in a gusher of cum. It was the boy's first taste of the liquid, but far from his last.

His second taste came about four minutes later from the doctor, who nicely said, "Now swallow it, please," as he came. The boy obliged and even smiled at the man's satisfaction.

The men looked at each other: the good-cop/bad-cop thing was awesome! And they both agreed it had been a really great BJ, especially for his first two.

After that, the doctor came by for sex a lot more often. They both agreed that the two boys needed a lot more practice.

* * *

This approach to teaching the boy about oral sex went so well that it seemed obvious to apply it to anal sex as well. After much excited argument about the best way to fuck him, they decided that as well as taking turns they'd also switch the boy's position . It was a complex setup, but they didn't mind figuring it out and doing it right.

The boy was again prepared for the occasion, a little. Aiden was required to give him two enemas a day, and the boy's had to rim each other for a total of 30 minutes a day – their men figured they both needed to become ass-experts, since their holes were going to be so popular. On their TV played non-stop hardcore gang-rape porn. Aiden again foretold Eric's fate – he pointed at the boy taking all the dicks in the porno. "That'll be you," he said simply.

But actually, his first gang-rape would have to wait — - his de-cherrying would be a smaller, more intimate affair with just step-dad and the doctor.

Step-dad got first choice of position, and chose his favorite: the low stocks they'd got for Aiden's auction. Eric was fastened in them, and looked stunning, his pink virgin asshole just waiting to be plucked.

The doctor didn't keep him waiting either. He brought out a small tube of KY Jelly – a rare occurrence in this household where spit-lubing was the norm – and generously applied it. "Don't want to damage the goods," he quipped.

The step-dad would be doing that, it would seem. But actually they both knew that this young asshole was a lot more resilient than that.

In keeping with his good-cop role, the doctor deliberately pushed in very slowly. Unfortunately for everyone, except maybe step-dad, the timer went off.

And the step-dad was so excited that he pushed the doctor aside. He was fully immersed in his bad-cop role and determined to give the almost virgin boy the hardest fucking possible. He went ball-deep with his first fast thrust. The boy screamed: he couldn't control it.

The man pulled out just as fast, briefly admiring the quickly closing asshole. Then he thrust it back in.

And so he used his minute; each thrust was fast, went all the way in, and then he withdrew completely, making each stroke a re-entry. Eric was screaming his head off: he thought he was being ripped in two. But it was just pain – he'd recover completely – both adults were committed to that.

The men only went two rounds with the boy in this sexy bondage. They relaxed for a while in between orgasms, then began preparing him for Round 2: suspended fucking.

The original idea had been to put him in the sling, but step-dad started wondering what would happen if they just chained him up by his wrists and ankles.

The answer turned out to be that it was more tiring for the boy so he reacted somewhat less. It was fun, but it wasn't as much fun as using the sling, both men agreed.

They were still able to breed the little bitch though – in that sense, the suspension idea was a success.

They were both tired (as was Eric, but nobody cared), so they agreed that the third position would be the last – it was the doctor's favorite for anal sex.

Eric was on his side, on a bed. His lower leg was straightened out, but his upper leg's hip was bent to the extreme, showing off his bubble-butt cheek – it was flawlessly smooth and elastic to the touch. It was like a huge globe in this posture. Amazing. For fun, really, because the boy was cooperating, he tied the boy's knee to his shoulder, keeping his hip bent very far.

He really liked this position; the boy's asshole was just peeking out under the round upper cheek. He knew from experience he could go in deep this way. He whistled without thinking about it, then approached, lifted the boy slightly by pulling his butt-cheek up, spreading his ass a little, and slipped his cock in the pink hole, tight but tender. It was like heaven.

Even the step-dad was a little gentler as he admired the boy's body. However, they were both so worn down it took a long time for them to achieve their final orgasms.

"Sweet dreams," step-dad said as he chained the boy's lower ankle and wrists to his bed, leaving him bound in the seductive position in case he wanted a quick fuck later.

The adults left to go smoke cigars to celebrate their conquest.

Chapter 25
Making Pornos.

The step-parents' exploration of the scene had led them to meet a fair number of individuals who wanted to make videos with Aiden. Now that they had a second actor, the various pornographers were really coming out of the woodwork.

Every time one contacted them, they made sure to try to get an estimate of how much money they'd make. That would be the only real factor in their decision. Still, they were happy that the director they chose also happened to share their tastes; in other words, his videos were hot.

The step-dad asked, "So I guess we'll probably have to remove the chastity devices for this?"

"Nah," the producer said. "Our customers really only want to see the boys on the receiving end. We have real men do the fucking, and so the boys' cocks are, to us, worthless." The men laughed, glaring at the boys who were sitting right there; they didn't dare say a word.

They shot a lot of scenes; what follows are some of the highlights.

* * *

Scene: In some woods, the boys are in swim shorts playing with handcuffs.

One boy handcuffs the other to a tree branch, over his head. He gives the boy the key and says "I'll see how long it takes you to uncuff yourself!" But the boy can't do it.

The free boy laughs, and says "it's easy". He grabs the key and handcuffs himself with a second pair. The branch he chooses is so high he has to get up on tip-toes. Of course, he drops the key. It sits there shining on the main trail, just out of reach.

Some big flannel-wearing bearish gay dudes come along and can't believe their luck. Instead of releasing the lads, they cut off their clothes and fuck them. After fucking their cute little asses long and hard, they cum on all over the boys' butts. As they pack up their bags they throw the shredded clothes away. "We don't want to leave litter," they joke.

"Aren't you going to free us? At least give one of us the key?" the boys look so seductive, pleading helplessly for mercy. One of them pulls out a piece of duct tape and sticks the key to one of the boy's foreheads.

"That should keep you busy," the men laughed as they left the boys. Now they were not just bound, but also naked and with cum all over them. It turned out that the tree branch was too high and wide; he couldn't reach his forehead anyways and so the key was useless, even though it was stuck to him.

Finally another set of gay guys comes along, and laughing at their predicament, decide to enjoy some "sloppy seconds."

The story ends happily though: they freed the boys, but only after they agreed to give the men blowjobs whenever the men call on them.

* * *

Scene: Kids are alone while parents are on vacation, and the house gets robbed. (Shades of Home Alone). The two boys capture the burglars but then just want to get fucked by them. It doesn't really make any sense, but hey, it's got some hot footage.

It starts with some genuine slapstick as the men slip on some roller-skates and crash into each other.

When they wake up, each has a boy on him, one has a knife and the other has scissors, and for a second you think the boys are out to kill the men. But then they just start cutting their clothes off and it's a funny scene as the ruined clothing piles up on the floor.

Then the boys ride on the men's dicks. The men act like they're being raped, but of course, their dicks are rock hard.

The scene ends with the men, dressed in the nicest clothes from the dad's closet, leaving. The nude boys are on their knees and hand them a card with their phone number, below the words "boy booty – call anytime".

* * *

Scene: Backrow at a movie theater. Two boys goofing around and two hunky men in the row in front of them.

The boys are laughing and making noise, annoying the other guests. The men in front keep glaring at them, pissed off. The boys begin throwing popcorn at each other, but when they hit the men, things go south. The video cuts away to the boys tied back-to-back in a conference room. The men are throwing popcorn at them, lashing them with their belts when they fail to catch the kernels.

After a while they switch to getting blow-jobs. After a few horny minutes of this appetizer, they switch the main feast: prime-grade boy-ass. Their cocks still wet from being blown, they ram themselves into the boys, who feigned an erotically-shocked look; naturally they look like horny little sluts. After a few minutes, they jizz all over the boys' faces.

They cut away to the men back in the theater. The camera pans back to the lads, reclining with a glazed expression, and a gigantic cumshot slowly drying on their faces.

Fade out.

Chapter 26
Attempted Escape.

One day, Aiden noticed that the small, high-up window in their bedroom had been unlatched when someone was painting. He realized that he could probably not escape through it, since his perimeter collar would instantly trigger, but maybe he could help Eric escape from this hell, hopefully sending back the police or something.

One challenge was that the window was very high up, much higher than either boy could reach, and there wasn't much movable furniture to stackup to help either. Eric would have to stand on Aiden's shoulders, and Aiden would have to stand on top of the cage. It would be a rickety trick, but it seemed like it could work.

He explained the plan to Eric who was sad for Aiden but realized he needed to give it a try. The parents had hinted that his new perimeter collar was in the mail and escape would be impossible after that.

And so, one night, the opportunity seemed as good as any. Aiden made a little bag of supplies for Eric. They pushed the cage under the window, Aiden stood on top and Eric climbed onto his back, then his shoulders, then sort-of dove head first through the window and started wiggling and pushing.

Aiden heard Eric say, "I think I'm stuck somehow".

He was already teetering on his tiptoes on the bars of the cage, which were hurting his toes, but he tried to get up a little higher to see if he could help unstick the boy. Instead he slipped and fell directly onto his skinny butt.

"Oww fuck!" he said loudly.

Too loudly: the room was equipped with a sound alerting system. It triggered and all the lights went on suddenly. He knew the parents would have been alerted.

Eric was dangling, his upper half outside in the cold; his chastity cage had snagged on the window's latch and he was stuck. Aiden was still in a bit of shock from the fall as his parents entered the room clearly furious.

They calmed down a bit and discussed briefly.

The dad announced their conclusions, "Obviously we realize that we were negligent, but of course we aren't going to punish ourselves." They smirked and the step-dad continued, "No, we have a suitable way to punish you, Aiden. We already found a BDSM boy brothel that is keen to take you in. We figured we'd keep you around for a few more years before subjecting you to it, but I guess we're now on an accelerated schedule. Originally, we weren't going to let them do anything too severe – no limits on pain, of course, but no permanent damage. But now I think we'll just let them do whatever they want instead."

"You know, we were going to have your 14^th birthday party soon, Aiden. It's so typical that you'd repay our kindness with this selfish behavior," his step-mom lectured him.

"Oh, I think we should make it a birthday and brothel-send-off party!" the step-dad enthused.

The step-mother ignored this interruption, although she agreed with the idea. "On the other hand, Eric, we will deal with you ourselves. Obviously a lot more bondage is in order, and we should have been more careful while waiting for your perimeter collar. Clearly we have to accelerate your training; more severe bondage, more punishments, more getting fucked. Sleeping in a bed was too kind, you'll both be in cages from now on."

Aiden had never been allowed to sleep too comfortably, he thought. He was usually in bondage, he'd had to sleep in a bed full of sand for months, then in traction, and recently his dad had been leaving the penis gag in overnight. Still, he suspected the cage would be worse. He was right.

It turned out the parent's already had a second small cage — if it'd been in the room already they might have reached the window and escaped. But it was not to be.

The boys were locked into the barely adequate cages for the night while the adults went off to scheme about ways to punish them for this major transgression. They were incredibly stiff from the cramped position in the morning, as they would be for a while. Their step-dad was stiff too.

Chapter 27
A Tighter Screw.

Worse than stiffness, though, was their step-mother's disposition. Aiden had always hated the cage but she put a hard plastic spacer in the bottom just to cramp him more! Then she put a spiky piece of plastic on the floor of the cage, which she called a rug protector. It had painful nubs on it – it was meant to anchor onto a rug without sliding. Now his cage was going to be hell.

Eric's cage she left alone – it was larger than Aiden's even though Eric was the smaller boy. Aiden's shitty cage was clearly part of his punishment, Eric realized.

She jangled short handcuffs and leg-irons. You'll be wearing these during your chores. For the time being she always put them on too tight, as she was still pissed off.

Eric's perimeter collar had arrived and each boy's collar was configured to the house's perimeter, but there was an inner perimeter. If they were outside their room, it would beep, the beeps sounded right next to their ears, incredibly loudly. They went off every 20 seconds. They had to put up with it the whole time they were doing chores.

The beep was pretty quiet for the adults though – it was designed to make the wearer feel apprehensive and it worked. They never would have contemplated escape now.

The step-mom also debuted some more vicious punishment devices. "We'll no longer be needing paddles," she joked, literally tossing one in the trash. "It'll be all whips and canes from now on." She had two painful ones chosen out that she made the boys bend over to demonstrate.

They had to agree: they were much worse than the paddles.

Maybe the worst degradation though, was the sheer number of men that would barge in to get their rocks off. The boys knew better than to refuse any advances, but it was just disgusting and creepy to be used so casually and so often.

The step-parents though were pretty happy about all the spending cash. They were already planning a vacation to Thailand, and had figured they'd whore the boys out to pay for it. It looked like their plan was working.

Chapter 28
Aiden's Send-Off Party.

The parents never really stopped preparing Aiden psychologically for his new, less pleasant, home. They would read him hard-core pornographic accounts from other clients of the brothel as a sort-of good-night story.

But the real party preparations began a day ahead of the event. The boys of course had to do most of the work, but they were also slated to make some party favors with the doctor.

He had found a 3-d scanner that could be used to make printable models in miniature of the lads. The only catch was that it was slow: it took about 90 minutes per scan.

Since they wanted some variety, they selected four poses for the boys: 69, anal-69, double-ended-butt-plug, and scissoring. (For the 69 pose, they just took each others chastity tubes in their mouths.) It took 6 hours to scan (90 minutes per pose), and the boys were quite horned up by the end. The doctor printed up plenty of copies and each guest got one and some were given away as popular prizes.

* * *

At breakfast, his dad insisted to Aiden he'd need his energy. He made sure the boy drank two cups of coffee, two glasses of OJ, two glasses of milk, and two very tall glasses of water. He was full by the end of breakfast but hadn't thought much about it.

"OK, let me show you something," his dad said immediately after Aiden finished.

"Uh, do you mind if I go pee first?" Aiden asked.

"Oh, it'll just take a second," the step-father lied.

They walked out to what looked like a big cake. It was fake, but there was a small box inside.

"You're going to pop out of that box!" the dad said mockingly, using an excited tone.

"Can I please go to the bathroom first, master?" the boy pleaded.

"Let's just make sure you fit."

"It looks too small."

"The cake company assured me it was big enough." And with a little pushing and tugging from the step dad, he was crammed in the box.

"Ok, I guess this works, now let me…" Aiden's speech was interrupted by the step-dad closing the box, further cramping him. He heard a latch click shut.

"OK, I've got to go get ready for the party." He started walking away from the sealed in boy.

"Oh wait, I brought you something to listen to." He put a tape recording of someone using a urinal on repeat on top of the box, further reminding Aiden of his pending biological need.

Aiden managed to control his bladder for ten minutes, but it felt like an eternity. After that, his ass and feet were marinating in piss; he'd be made to (re-)drink most of it later. He shouldn't have bothered trying to hold it in — - he'd have to wait three hours in the box for the party to start – he'd pop out to kick the party off – and the next phase of his degradation would begin.

* * *

In the meantime, Eric had the relatively enviable task of setting things up for the party. Mostly it was lightweight work like setting up glasses and napkins. He also had to haul a gigantically heavy wooden X to the lawn; his step-dad called it a St Andrew's Cross. He had to fasten it down and set up stage-lights around it. He did the same with a gynecological exam chairI that had been equipped so that the subject could be strapped in.

When the first guest arrived, Eric was to be a "face-fuck boy". This was another position his step-dad seemed to like quite a lot. He was chained, ankle and knee, in a lewd kneeling position. His skinny arms were pinned back by an arm-binder. He had a mouthguard tied in place that was the state-of-the-art in forced-blowjob technology.

Later on, after maybe twenty or so face-fuckings, he was moved to glory-hole duty, before just being moved to their bedroom/dungeon as part of a final round of goodbye fuckings for Aiden. Eric was fucked a lot too, of course, but he wasn't going anywhere.

* * *

Aiden popped out of the box on cue, his step-dad unlatching it moments before. He was pretty happy to be out of the tight space and his urine.

After a thorough, high-pressure, cold hosing-off, Aiden was led back to his bedroom where he'd spend most of the evening; all the best bondage equipment was there.

There were numerous scheduled activities with him throughout the evening. In between, he'd be fixed in a new random bondage position: Hanging from his feet to give Bjs; or fastened facing the St Andrew's Cross; or his hands and feet would be chained to the four corners of his bed, face-down ass-up, pillows under his crotch and all sorts of other positions.

* * *

Aiden's step-mother, ever the queen of punishment, announced the next part of the program, "A Slave's Farewell to Aiden". She read a terrible poem before the action began; the reader will be spared a transcription.

The first part involved the numerous slaveboys brought by the party-guests. They were instructed to line up in front of the gyno chair which Eric had dragged out earlier in the day.

Aiden was strapped into the chair. His dick was in chastity but his unsatisfied balls were quite exposed, as was his flawless asshole, but that would wait for later.

The slaveboys were instructed to each deliver a solid "farewell" hickey on the boy's enlarged nuts. They were loathe to hurt one of their own, but they knew it was inevitable, and one-by-one they each delivered a painful nibble to his scrotum. It certainly wouldn't make the rest of the evening any easier for the boy.

The wicked step-mother introduced Eric, describing how Aiden's escape plan had messed up everything, and how cruel Aiden had been during dog-training. She was successfully winding Eric up. "Anyways," she concluded, "if that doesn't motivate you, I promise you'll regret it if I think you're going easy on him." Both boys gulped.

She started him off with what she called an electrified paddle. She turned it up to its highest setting, and he knew better than to even think of adjusting it. She adjusted the chair so Aiden's legs were above his head, leaving his smooth, lean butt sticking out and spread wide.

Eric didn't know what else to do, so he walloped Aiden's ass with the paddle, pausing only when his step-mom started talking. "Don't go easy on him, Eric! I want you to make this memorable." He resumed beating the boy's ass until she announced the next phase.

She presented Eric with a box of about 100 extremely stiff alligator clips, in all sorts of sizes, from huge to tiny. "Get creative," she advised, "but use them all."

He tried, he more-or-less just automatically attached them, starting at the obvious places, his balls, nipples, ears, nose, lips. Aiden didn't really have any fat or loose skin; only the tiniest clips could go on his belly-button, and almost none anywhere else. Eric had about 15 clips left.

"Well, I guess we'll have to open things up a little." Aiden's chastity cage was opened for the first time. But of course, only so the last 15 clips could be attached.

Eric was taken away to give more blow-jobs, while Aiden was left to wriggle in agony from all the little clips.

* * *

"Gentlemen," the step-dad announced, "we are about to make history." Eric was standing behind him, but was caught off-guard when his step-dad gestured at him.

"We've had several people interview this boy, and we believe the following to be true. We are incredulous."

He turned to Eric, "Have you ever masturbated?"

The audience gasped as he blushed and said, "No."

"Why not?"

"My foster parents were Christians and told their sons to watch me. They all hated me."

"And what about since you escaped from those horrible people?"

"Um," the boy got tongue-tied but then just pointed down at his chastity tube.

"Of course. I hope you've appreciated our efforts to help you behave."

"Yes, master," he knew what would be the only acceptable answer.

"So, you've never cum?"

"No, master."

"Well guess what!" the step-dad turned back to the audience. "This boy is about to come for the only time in his life!" Well, it was true for the foreseeable future at least.

The St Andrew's Cross he had set up earlier was illuminated and he was bound to it, facing the audience. His naked "brother" Aiden was sent in, all the alligator clips freshly removed (by tugging them off, of course). He knelt in position to give Eric his only BJ, and the step-dad released the chastity device, for the first time.

Eric regretted all the torture he'd just put his brother through, despite what Aiden had done to him he knew he didn't deserve it. The impending sex was making him feel extremely emotional. He had a rock-hard boner instantly in anticipation. Aiden was leaning in, aiming his mouth at the eager boy-cock. He was excited for Eric, and jealous.

"I guess I should probably say a few more words…" the audience laughed at the comic relief but it was very frustrating for the boys to have this poignant moment undercut. The step-dad made a few inane jokes then let this momentous oral act proceed. "Spit it back onto the boy," he demanded, wanting to see how much fluid the boy's swollen balls would produce.

For Eric, the feeling was suddenly magical. He finally knew what he'd been doing for all these men this whole time. He could see why they were willing to pay, he'd pay for this too. He was in ecstasy. He moaned, wishing his arms were free to control Aiden's head. He really was feeling awesome. He wanted the experience to last forever. He pulled away from Aiden to slow down, but Aiden interpreted the pumping motion differently and sped up.

With little warning, Eric came in an explosion. His entire flushed body convulsed and the force seemed to knock Aiden's head back. The raging boner filled his mouth with cum, then ran out of space and went up his sinus and nose. There was a little trickle of cum running out of his nostril. Other drops flew from the pressure in various direction, but he kept most of it in his mouth and dutifully spat it onto the boy's torso. Soon the ridiculous amount of fluid was pooled at his feet. For good measure, Aiden wiped his face on the outer thigh of his friend.

"Eight seconds!" a man with a stopwatch called out. The audience laughed at Eric's lack of stamina.

"Those eight seconds are going to be the sum-total of his sex life as a real man. Now, back to being our bitch, boy!" The chastity belt was reattached, and both lads were taken back down to the playroom.

* * *

There was a sort-of jocular hour with miscellaneous pastimes organized by one of the guests. There was a slave-fight, where boys would sit on each others shoulders and fight. The men had bet on their boys and would find ways to motivate them between rounds, as well as after the event.

Another popular contest was the pissing contest. It had evolved over the years, but here was the contemporary incarnation. One boy would be the winner, and generally their owners had ways to motivate them to want to win. All the boys had unlimited access to water and gatorade.

Then the hosts would spin a wheel to find out when the pissing contest would start. It could be from 1 minute away to 60 minutes. When the delay was long, many boys would disqualify themselves by losing control of their bladder, each one sending a wave of applause through the audience, losing money for their owners.

There was a tunnel squirming contest, where well-oiled slaves would have to squirm through a very long narrow cage with a floor that was basically a tarp, but lubricated with oil. Guests could fondle the passing slaves through the holes in the cage as they wiggled by.

* * *

It was apparently step-dad's turn to announce the next round, the "Friends and Acquaintances Send-Off".

First part was a sling-suspended fuck-fest by his boyscout bullies. The step-dad offered them viagra, which was pretty excessive for a bunch of teenagers. But they couldn't control themselves and came way too fast, so the viagra kept the trains running, as they say.

While others were fucking him, the boys were given permanent markers to write fond words on Aiden for him to remember them by. The boys switched into the "driver's seat" almost 30 times in as many minutes. By the end, his ass was just completely full of cum and it was dripping. But it made a wonderful lube for the top boy.

The second part was apparently the "acquaintances", where the coach and doctor spit roasted him to the audience's cheers. Unlike earlier, there was no good-cop or bad-cop. They were both bad, and pounded him mercilessly. That didn't stop them from switching holes a few times. Eventually they came – they probably couldn't even remember how many times they'd come that evening – and it was time for the final phase of the shindig to begin.

* * *

Aiden was strapped to the padded fuck-bench for what his step-dad cornily announced as the "Fast Final Fuck Frenzy." The rules were pretty simple, everyone line up and pick a hole and fuck it as hard as you can for 30 seconds, then let the next guy go. Individuals were encouraged to get back in line as many times as they wanted. The boy was blindfolded to further increase the disorientation.

After about 45 minutes, he was completely fucked out. He couldn't even tell whether he was being fucked at any moment or in which holes.

The sendoff ended with some fireworks. Although Aiden wasn't being pounded anymore, nobody bothered to unblindfold him so he missed that part of his celebration.

He was put in a transport cage for pickup for his trip to the brothel the next day. It was a tiny cage with dense bars, with a hole for his head to protrude through, in case he was called upon to deliver a farewell blow-job. The cage was so tiny he was pressed against every side, cramped. Ironically, it was sitting in the spacious, almost cavernous, nearly-empty living room.

* * *

Early the next morning, shortly before the brothel's transport crew was due, Aiden's step-dad decided to spend a few quality minutes with the boy. Really just the boy's head, as the rest of his body remained encaged.

His head was enough. He used a ring-gag in case the departing boy got any stupid ideas, but also because he liked the way it looked. He saved time by not showering; he stank after the previous evening's debauchery, but Aiden was in no position to complain.

Ramming his erection through the ring caused Aiden to gag and try to back away – he couldn't move much – but his step-dad pushed his choking head back down on his prick and squeezed it in place between his thighs.

Aiden sputtered and drooled, his eyes bulged out from the inescapable deep-throating. Meanwhile, his supposed guardian gave him some new information. "Hey Aiden, I have some good news for you." Aiden presumed it wasn't, but in fact it was actually good news. "I've decided we're going to start with a six-month lease to the brothel. After that, we'll give you a quick meeting where you can try to convince us to take you back. On the other hand, the brothel will tell us how much money we'll get from a lifetime sale. We'll decide, and if you're lucky, you can come back here!" Aiden didn't like the confident way his step-dad assumed that his next accommodation would be so much worse than his current sex-soaked, highly-punished, overworked-slave lifestyle. He was right though.

He came in Aiden's mouth just as the doorbell sounded; he removed the gag and opened the door for the transport people. They quickly hauled the cage out, and the step-dad signed a form on a clipboard.

As he went back to his office, a bit sentimental about saying goodbye, he ran into Eric who was mopping the stairwell, one of his many usual chores. He was solemnly watching the men hide Aiden's cage in a windowless van.

"Get back to work," his step-dad snuck up behind him. He then presented his dick for a BJ. Eric slipped to his knees without any more prompting.

Aiden fell into a fitful sleep, weary from recent stress, packed, as often, into a small cage. The next phase for both boys was just beginning. The step-dad relaxed and watched the bright spring sun rise over his large lawn and pool; he savored the blow-job – it was, after all, his second one that morning. He came in the boy's mouth, who swallowed it. He left the boy mopping the floor, and went to his porch to smoke a cigar. He was feeling really good about the future.

Chapter 29
Home Away From Home.

Aiden awoke with a thud as the van pulled into the underground garage of the moderately-sized whorehouse that he was going to call home for a while. He dazedly remembered the events leading up to his current predicament and shuddered anxiously. Was this new place really going to be so bad that he'd miss his old home? It seemed impossible.

The burly men who'd loaded his cage onto the van pulled it out hastily, dropping it onto the concrete floor. They had a pronged training collar which they fastened around his neck. (His head and neck protruded through a hole in the top of the transport cage.) It had dull spikes on the inside which pressed against his nubile skin, and under tension would choke him. It was designed for unruly dogs, but it worked on unruly lads as well.

"This is what will happen if you try to run," the guard said menacingly, and gave the leash attached to the collar a sharp pull. The already tight collar strangled him as the metal rods dug in hard all around his nape. A boy's skin is far more tender than a dog's. Aiden screamed as he reflexively tried to defend himself, but of course, he couldn't reach his neck with his hands (and body) locked in the cage. The man stopped tugging. Although the prongs hadn't pierced his skin, they had made tender divots that they now rubbed against painfully.

Content that their captive wouldn't try to run, they unlatched the top of the cage (it was just a simple latch that had been sitting right in front of Aiden's nose the entire time, but he couldn't reach it). Then they crudely tipped the cage forward, so Aiden could crawl out. He did so and stretched out a bit after his long cramped confinement. One the men pressed his military-style boot squarely in between the boy's protruding shoulder blades, grinding his chest into the dirty floor; his nose almost hit the ground. "Crawl, don't stand," the man ordered simply, and began walking Aiden by the leash over to some stairs.

Aiden noticed a beautiful red-carpeted area with valets and a doorman. It looked quite lavish; it was the guest entrance. The stairs he was led to were markedly different: they were carpeted also, but it was dirty and threadbare.

He was led into a wood-panelled corridor with evenly spaced doors. They stopped at one bearing a sign which read "Blondie." "That's your new name, slut," the guard announced as he opened the solid security door. Inside, the door had no handle, just a keycard reader.

The room was spartan, containing at first glance just a cage, a bed, a bathroom area, and a closet door. The door, he would discover, was only unlocked when he had clients, and was just a closet full of bondage and punishment equipment, along with a few sex-oriented costumes.

The guard maneuvered him over to the cage, opening its door. He removed the training collar and quickly replaced it with a solid metal one. "This is a shock collar," the guard again intoned, and Aiden braced himself for a demonstration, but instead the guard kicked him hard in the ass, propelling him into the cage.

His anus was quite sore already from the prior night's send-off, so the kick really hurt badly. He reached down to massage himself, hoping to alleviate the pain as the guard slammed the cage shut. Once he left the room, the lights automatically shut off, once again leaving Aiden in pitch black.

The only consolation was that the floor was lightly padded, albeit with a rubbery plastic coating that stuck to his skin. He had no blanket or pillow, but he was just glad he could stretch out for the first time in a while.

He lay there, naked except for the chastity tube and shock collar, wondering what his new life was going to be like. He was trying to be optimistic, but he remembered his stepdad promising that he'd be miserable. He was right.

Chapter 30
Eric Settles In.

Having grown accustomed to having two boys on tap, the doctor and stepdad demanded very frequent release, which put quite a burden on little Eric's holes. The adults had grown stricter and more controlling as well.

Aiden's calming presence had made Eric more willing to accept the abuse lumped on him daily. In Aiden's absence, Eric found himself seething with rage at these horrible people, but he wasn't stupid: he knew direct disobedience would be mercilessly punished. The torture they'd described as punishment for biting still haunted the boy. Still, he was determined to find a way to escape. It didn't seem like it could be that hard.

His renewed anger didn't really affect his frequent anal rapings: he was mostly passive during those, and all he could do was try to relax his ass to lessen the pain. The throat fuckings were a bit worse, since he had to taste and smell the men who he despised. But the worst was when he had to give long, slow head to the men. It was during these sessions that he'd start to feel really nauseous. He hated these people so much.

***

They were eating breakfast one morning – the doctor would frequently stop by on his way to work if he was horny. Eric was now required to eat breakfast like a dog. His bowl was in the far corner of the kitchen, right against the walls, so that while he was eating he could see nothing but the walls and his food, which was usually oatmeal. Usually it was barely luke-warm, but when they wanted to make it extra unappealing, they'd refrigerate it overnight so it was a gross, gray, gelatinous mass. Sometimes they'd warm it up a little by pissing on it.

The parents had installed two mirrors so they could watch the boy from several angles as they ate; they often found themselves staring at his skinny, pale ass as he did his best to choke down the gruel. Sometimes it made the men so horny that they pounded his ass while he was still eating – they warned him he'd be punished if he stopped.

Today, however, the doctor had something else on his mind. "Don't you think Eric is too manly a name for our little simpering bitch?" The other adults agreed, and naturally asked if he had any ideas. "I've got too many, I can't decide!" the doctor jokingly complained.

The stepdad saw an opportunity however. "Let's try out a new name every week until we find one we like." Everyone agreed it was a excellent solution.

"Hey faggot, come over here. It's time to get your new name." He pulled a thick permanent marker from his satchel and had the boy stand, facing away from him. Across the boy's smooth back, he wrote the lad's new moniker: "FUCKTOY." It covered his entire back, starting at the far end of one protruding shoulder blade, and ending at the other. He turned the boy's back to face his "guardians" who laughed out loud at the lewdness.

"Is that really a name?" his step-mom joked.

"OK, what did I write on your back, dumbass?" Eric was confused since he obviously couldn't see his own back to read the name. Was he supposed to be able to tell by touch? The man knew it was completely unreasonable, but didn't care. "Looks like you've earned an extra whipping for your stupidity."

He paused, mostly to give Eric a chance to talk back, which he'd be punished for, but he remained silent. "Ok, you can go learn your name in the bathroom. Then write it across your chest, forehead, and each of your thighs." He handed him the marker, adding: "You have five minutes to be back here!"

His stepdad said, "I don't like the name that much, because toys don't suffer or feel pain."

His step-mom added, "Or pleasure."

The doctor joked, "Oh, I doubt that'll come up!" Nobody in the room had any plans for the boy that they thought he'd enjoy. "I do like the clear sense of purpose it will give him."

The adults finished eating as Eric scurried off to figure out how to read his embarrassing new name. He shook his head, and did his best to neatly label himself on his forehead, using a mirror. His chest and thighs were comparatively easy.

When he got back, they inspected the well-labelled Fucktoy. He'd been looking in the mirror when he wrote on his forehead, so he wrote the C backward, and it wasn't well-centered.

The doctor looked at the boy's thighs. "That writing's nowhere near big enough," he clucked, picking up the pen. He wrote the boy's new name in block capital letters down each of his sides, starting under his armpit and ending right above the knee. Now the boy's name was easily legible in every position. "OK, I think you did better than I expected, but I think you still get 15 lashes for the error, and 5 more for not knowing what I wrote. Now, Fucktoy, let's go to your room to punish you."

They led the newly renamed twink to his "bedroom" where his hands were bound in cuffs that attached to the ceiling, then his legs were similarly spread and bound. All four cuffs were on winches that were gradually turned until his arms and legs could stretch no more; he could only move his head and hands a little bit. He knew this was his step-mom's favorite punishment position, probably because he was as vulnerable as possible.

Eric contemplated how minor his transgression was. He knew that his tormentors didn't care about his handwriting: they all clearly loved beating him up. He didn't have to wait long for them to start. His step-mom picked a thin metal rod, resembling a car antenna, that left bright red welts that lasted for days. She proceeded to wail on his front side, mostly his tender belly, but sometimes his chest and groin. The doctor chose to use a bamboo cane on the boy's backside, all over from his shoulders to the backs of his knobby knees. They had spent a while explaining how many strokes he'd get, but once they started beating him, they forgot to count.

At one point Eric tried to beg for mercy, but all he got for his efforts was a large ball-gag from his stepdad. He grabbed the boy's entire chin in his hand and warned him, "I don't want to hear you!"

Eventually the doctor and step-mom grew bored of beating the boy. "In addition to the new name, I think we should let Fucktoy meditate on his new station in life. I'm going to write out a mantra for him to repeat to himself, but I need a little inspiration."

He motioned to the boy to come over and pushed the boy's head down. He fell to his knees; the doctor unbuckled the uncomfortable gag, and unzipped his pants. The boy no longer needed instructions in this situation, but found he was unusually nauseated by the prospect. He was in such pain from the beating, and servicing the man made him disgusted at the best of times.

Still, he was under no delusions that he had a choice in the matter, and began fellating the man that tricked him into captivity in the first place. He thought about how nice his foster family was by comparison as the doctor instructed him to "go deep and hold it." He had to breathe through his nose which was pressed into the man's hairy crotch. The man began writing on a whiteboard that was kept in the room.

After he'd written a bit, he instructed "Blow me" which might seem redundant but the boy knew it meant to bob his head up and down on the dick, sucking lightly. He knew climax was imminent. A few seconds later he was swallowing the man's slimy load.

He reacted mechanically as his stepdad pointed to his unzipped fly, while the doctor made himself presentable and explained the purpose of what he'd written on the whiteboard. "I wanted to give you some time to reflect on what is expected of you going forward, so I wrote some inspirational words for you to read. Specifically, you'll be reading them aloud, into a video camera, for two hours. Hopefully that'll get the point into your thick little vagrant skull."

stepdad didn't last too long. He finished by holding the boy's head stationary – his palms pressed against the boy's ears, squeezing his head – and fucking the forced-open mouth. After he came, he wiped his dick on the boy's nostrils. The scrawny lad finally had an opportunity to read the words he'd have to repeat:

I'm Fucktoy, a little cum slut that's not good for anything but servicing real men. My dick is kept locked up so that I don't waste energy touching myself, so I can save it to pleasure any men I have the honor to serve. I have two holes waiting for you to use! Please come by, I need them filled up.

He knew they were trying to brainwash him, so he mentally kept reminding himself that this was all a lie and that he was going to escape. Still, it was hard to keep reminding himself as he grew tired and his voice grew hoarse. It was a new kind of mental torture.

He was having trouble rereading the lines when the adults burst into the room. "Great, he's still doing it!" the doctor enthused. "Don't stop!" he added to the slave-boy.

"Wow, his voice is really hoarse," his step-mom noted.

"Oh crap," the doctor said. "I forgot to press the 'record' button! I guess you'll have to do it for one more hour so we get some good footage." Eric hadn't realized that they were actually going to use the recording for anything, and panicked briefly about who might see it. "I guess we'd better add one more line to explain your voice." He added one more sentence to the paragraph on the whiteboard:

My voice is hoarse from all the dick I suck!

"OK, get to it!" the wicked stepdad commanded, and Eric took a breath and began reciting the lines. The adults left but Eric's agonizing task rolled on. Eventually he got so tired that he figured he'd just give himself a 15 second break. Surely they wouldn't notice that. He doubted they'd even watch the tape.

When they got back, Eric was terrified when the step-mom announced they'd review the whole tape on double speed. The doctor couldn't decide whether he could cum again but decided to make the boy try. The boy's voice was a constantly self-deprecating hypnotic drone. The boy's pathetic demeanor, and knowing he was forcing the boy into it, was really turning the doctor on, and he managed to cum a little load for the boy's benefit. The stepdad had decided he wanted a turn, and it was then that the boy's break came up in the recording.

The step-mother acted furious, "How dare you disobey us?" She knew perfectly well how stressful and difficult the boy's task was. She started whipping the boy. "Don't stop giving that blowjob!" she threatened, and the boy, who was shaking from pain, fatigue and stress, did his best to obey.

After his stepdad came, he announced, "Every day this week , you're going to make a video just like that one. Except of course, you won't take any breaks next time!" The boy gulped.

To put the boy to sleep, they encaged him, turned the lights off, but left the video of him debasing himself on repeat at loud volume. He heard it in his dreams that night.

Chapter 31
Meeting the Boss.

Aiden had no idea how long it'd been since the guard left the room. He was dozing. Once in a while, he would partially awaken, and he would have trouble getting back to sleep with no blanket and the sticky mat beneath him. When the door opened, the lights immediately went up to full brightness and he blinked trying to get his eyes to adjust. He could see a man and a boy who didn't seem much older than him.

When he finally got a good look at the boy's face, he recognized him. This was Todd, the worst bully in his boy scout troop. He was pretty sure that this was bad news, since the boy clearly wasn't a whore like he was. He was actually dressed in very nice trendy street clothes, while the man was wearing a suit that looked expensive.

"Holy fuck, it's you!" Todd recognized him, but apparently had forgotten his name. "Hey Dad, that's the slut I told you about in boy scouts!"

"Yeah – how do you think I met his stepdad? He was so excited to see this kid get used hard that he didn't even care about the money. At first, he wouldn't agree to any permanent damage, but we agreed it could be used as punishment if needed." He turned to Aiden, "Blondie, in order to return home, your going to have to earn it. And there's only one thing you're good for, as far as we're concerned: Getting fucked and beaten."

"Isn't that two things?" Aiden asked. He immediately regretted his innate smartass attitude.

"This one thinks he's clever," the man stated. "You're going to need to use that brain of yours to attract enough clients to pay your way out of here. Trust me, you don't want to find out what happens to whores who don't earn their keep." He paused, "Enough talking." He opened the boy's cage and pointed toward the bed. Turning to Todd, he said, "I'm going to have to get off quickly, so you'll have to show your 'friend' the ropes, figuratively. Although you can literally tie him up too if you feel like it, just for old-times sake like your boy-scout games."

With that, he positioned Aiden on his back with his head hanging off the bed. The man pulled out one of the longer dicks Aiden had seen in his experience serving them. He knew this was going to be a memorable face-fucking. "Try to swallow the end of my dick when it gets to your throat." He tried, but he spent most of the time gagging and spitting up. His face was covered with saliva, mucus and semen. The man pulled out, zipped up, and left the boys alone. Aiden stood up and began wiping off his face, but his bully interrupted: "Don't! You're more photogenic that way!"

He turned on a TV monitor that was built into the wall. It was connected to a camera that faced out, so they saw themselves staring back. Todd explained: "Men can pay to tune in and chat with you. You get paid to chat, but you need to use it to attract in-person clients. Otherwise you'll never earn enough money."

He continued: "When the men give you a command, it's probably best to obey quickly, because they can remotely activate your shock collar. They have to pay to shock you, but trust me, that's not how you want to earn your keep. I think you've pleasured enough men to know what they're looking for. Some men are going to want you to be slutty and act like you enjoy it. Others will want to watch you suffer. You'll get more money to buy your way out of here if you figure out which is which."

"Your dad originally wanted a fixed-duration contract, but we talked him into a monetary goal instead. It should encourage you to whore yourself out extra hard."

He said, "For your first show, maybe a prop will make things easier." He opened the closet and found a substantial dildo that attached to any surface via a suction cup. He attached it to the ground in front of the camera. "Maybe you can warm up the audience by deep-throating that," he suggested.

"But first, you can thank me for all the advice," he said, pulling his dick out.

Aiden's blood was hot with impotent anger. This asshole had made his life hell in school and in scouts, and now, thanks to his step-parents' shitty behavior, this guy essentially owned him like a slave. He reflectively clenched and unclenched his fists, then he dropped to his knees and fellated the bully. He was cute, Todd thought, and gave excellent head. It didn't take long before he donated the undernourished boy a taste of manly protein.

"Next time, hands behind your back when you blow me, Blondie." He slapped Aiden in the face to punctuate this sentence, then wiped a last little drop of cum on the boy's face. "Get to work!" he ordered, pointing at the dildo, and turning on the video stream so that his forced activity could be watched by anyone on the internet who paid enough. "Move around so that they can look at your entire body. Don't forget to keep reading the chat stream for commands." He stayed to watch the boy's first foray into internet-based debasement.

About a minute later, the first command came: "Deep throat it all the way." Aiden collected himself and tried to get the remaining 25% of the dildo into his mouth but gagged before he got to the end, and inadvertently pulled back a bit. This hard, thick dildo was merciless on the gag reflex, but some internet observer decided to punish him for his recalcitrance, giving him the first of a dozen or so shocks that day. He managed to get the full rubber dick in his mouth on the next attempt, showing that he just needed the proper motivation.

After a while, he was ordered to switch to riding the dick. He grimaced as he slowly lowered himself onto it: its unyielding material made it more painful than a real dick, but he gradually got used to it. Sensing there was a danger the boy might start to enjoy it, the men bossing him around ordered him to play with his chastity cage at the same time, knowing that even a slight erection would make the boy's cock strain painfully against the miniscule tube.

His bully had now grown a bit bored and left: the perverts watching Aiden's stream would keep him busy. On the outside of Aiden's room, a monitor displayed his appointment schedule. Todd read it and saw that three men had already scheduled sessions this afternoon: Aiden was going to be very popular. It hadn't been even 15 minutes since Aiden's give him an excellent BJ, but his dick already was getting hard at the thought of using the adorable twink's ass.

Chapter 32
Working from Home.

After a two hour cam-show, after taking hundreds of mainly degrading commands, and probably getting remote-shocked a dozen times, a guard walked in, turned off the camera and monitor, and gestured toward Aiden's cage. Aiden sighed, looking at the comfortable bed with its soft blanket which was reserved for customers' use, and crawled on his knees into the awkward cage. There were no pillows or blankets so the guard's gaze lingered on the boy's smooth bubble-butt for a few seconds. He left and the light instantly turned off, leaving the boy to wonder about his next duty.

The lad didn't have to wait long for his first client: the brothel's more-frequent patrons cherished sampling the fresh meat. The experience was otherwise not very memorable. The man was slightly portly, balding, but with a thick chest of graying hair. Aiden was ordered to give a BJ as foreplay, and he took care to drool abundantly, as he'd learned that often that would be his only lube for the inevitable rough ass-fucking that followed.

That's exactly how it went this time, and the man came less than 10 minutes after he started. He had paid for thirty minutes, however, and filled the time by making Aiden fuck himself on the dildo for 20 minutes, whipping him whenever he flagged. By the time the man locked him in his cage and left, he needed a break.

It didn't last long though.

The next shift was three guys in their twenties. They sounded like hill-billies and had agreed to share Aiden in order to defray the large cost of renting him on his first day. They liked to spit on him and slap him around, but they didn't last too long individually. However, they recovered as their friends used him, and he got fucked 6 times in that half hour, twice from each of these losers.

One other client had a long thin dick. After a little oral he laid on the floor with the dildo, which was still stuck upright. He pushed his dick adjacent to the artificial phallus. He gestured to Aiden: "Sit on both of them." Aiden's face contorted with pain and concentration as his ass had to stretch to new girths to accommodate the penetrating dicks. He slowly lowered himself, facing the man, alternately gasping in pain and forgetting to breathe. Eventually he stalled, hyperventilating. The horny man grew impatient and pushed down hard on the boy's gaunt thighs, impaling the boy ball-deep on his cock. The man moaned as the boy let out a loud cry which died down to a high-pitched whimper.

Before he came, he ordered Aiden to turn himself around while still sitting. It was agony for the boy as he twisted the massive phalluses inside him, but he managed to do it. The man was pondering whether the boy's ass or face was hotter when he came. He lay back on the floor exhausted as he made Aiden clean the natural and artificial cocks.

***

Aiden never saw a clock or natural light, so he never knew what time it was, but his day usually began with a piece of paper slipped into his cage. It was an itemized account statement, showing how much money he made from whoring the day before, the cost of renting the room, and how much more he had to earn before he had reached his goal and could go home. Apparently, he'd be here for months and would service hundreds of men.

After the report was delivered, it was time for the cam-show. Most of his clients would expect to use the toys from the show, so they established the tone for his whoring until the next video appearance.

Each day, the guard selected some equipment. Sometimes the theme appeared to be a costume, like slutty lingerie or a scanty furry costume. Usually the show would begin with someone getting him dressed up then he'd have to "act" out a scene with the character. He was terrible at acting and he'd always get a lot of punishment shocks for being "unrealistic" during this phase.

Often the daily equipment turned out to be bondage equipment. Several times it was a fuck-bench, and that was very popular. Sometimes he was blindfolded, and other times not. Either way, it was hard to even count the number of men who would use him, but it was often in the dozens. Unfortunately, the fuck-bench clients paid the lowest rate.

***

One of the more difficult pieces to get on was a pink "catsuit". It was skin tight and made out of rubber. It seemed impossibly small before they started stuffing his skinny body into it. It came in two parts: a lower half, which was like a pair of pants except the legs ended in thin boots so that no skin was exposed. It had an ass-seam that made his butt look great. The upper half was a long-sleeve shirt with mitts permanently attached. At the neck was attached a hood, with two nose-holes for breathing. There was a small ring-gag built in to avoid any danger of biting, but after that was forced in, his mouth was zipped close, forcing him to breath through his nose. It was hard to see out of the small eye-holes. In a mirror, the sequined pink costume was probably the most flamingly-gay looking thing he could imagine. He would have flushed with embarrassment, but he was hot with exertion. He didn't want to look at himself in the mirror, but, mortified, he couldn't look away. He was almost pleased when the guards zipped his eye-holes shut as well.

He was almost completely helpless as they zipped the two halves of the costume together and padlocked the zipper, trapping him inside. Even before that, he was dripping with sweat, but it was trapped in the impermeable rubber. It felt so gross in there almost instantly. As he moved around the pockets of sweat would make squishing noises. In order to whet the viewer's appetites, the guard unzipped the overheating twink's mouth, and raped his throat through the ring gag. He could feel the boy choking and convulsing on his dick, but encased in extra-tight rubber, it was hard to tell otherwise.

After finishing, the guard zipped up Aiden's mouth and his own fly, he left Aiden to wait in silent darkness. The cage was unnecessary with the boy so restricted.

It didn't take long for the first customer to arrive and use the boy's mouth. Not being able to see or hear, he couldn't help but focus on smell and taste. The man smelled of feet and cheap deodorant. He was already feeling a bit sick from the clammy costume. Still, he thought to himself, maybe they can't use my ass in this costume. The man came in the boy's mouth and zipped it up: he didn't care if the boy held it in his mouth or swallowed, but he couldn't spit it out.

The mystery of whether he'd be getting ass-raped was soon solved. A short, carefully-placed zipper gave access to the second fuckable hole, and the man started to do just that. It only took a second to get hard again, and the boy's hole was very warm, almost feverish, and it felt really good on his dick. It took a while to cum, but he, unlike the boy, was quite comfortable and in no hurry at all. When he finished, he zipped the bitch back up and left him on the floor to wait for his next customer.

Most of the client's were pretty similar. A few did the ass first; some slapped him around a bit. One suspended him by his ankles and face-fucked him. The guards also gave him water, which was good because all the sweating was dehydrating him. But then he realized he needed to pee. He knew he had no choice since he couldn't talk, and simply let his bladder go in the suit, trapping a bunch of pee in with the sweat.

After half-a-dozen clients or so, the work for that day was done. The camera captured the conclusion, where they stripped the costume off the boy, peeling it off his sticky skin. They made him stand in a large bucket while they did this, then squeezed extra pee and sweat from the costume. They poured the contents into a tall glass. One of the guards shoved a few fingers in the boy's butt and extracted a few tablespoons of cum to top off the glass.

"Drink!" the guard said, as he handed the boy the glass. The boy hesitated so the guard took the glass back and delivered a collar shock and few strokes of a thin cane. Trembling, the boy rose to his knees and didn't resist; he gagged and sputtered as he choked down the bodily fluids that were flavored like the weird rubber costume. He quietly prayed he'd never have to wear that horrible catsuit again.

***

Another day Aiden was contorted into a tight clear-vinyl half-straightjacket. It kept his arms tightly crossed in front of his chest, and his hands were rendered useless because the sleeves ran to the end of his hands and were sealed closed. A 6' [1.8m] chain was connected from an eye-bolt to a metal cuff locked on his boney ankle.

The owner's son, Todd, came in and explained that it was "Wrestling Discount Day." "Basically, if they can pin you, which won't be too difficult thanks to the straightjacket, they get to fuck your ass and whip your nuts with a 50% discount. So that sucks because it'll take you forever to work off your debt."

"But if you win, the customer has to pay for you to jack off. You'll actually get an orgasm for a rare change, and you'll get a huge sum of money. You may get out of here weeks earlier if you win." He chuckled, "Only a handful boys have ever won though, so you'll have to try your absolute hardest!"

He was lying, of course, no boys had ever won: this was all a set up to get the boys to be a little feistier. Some of the clients really liked a struggling, flailing lad. They would let him feel like he was winning for a minute before pinning him hard. It made the fight more exciting and the whipping and fucking was correspondingly more satisfying.

By the end of the day, he was a sweaty mess that had been fucked more than a dozen times. It was one of the hardest days he could remember and he was so frustrated that he failed to win. He was so fucking horny.

***

In his time at the brothel, Aiden would see remarkably little beyond his austere room. He was frequently led blindfolded to a gym where a trainer would force him to do carefully-selected exercises; occasionally a few of these required him to see, but otherwise the blindfold would remain on. Other than the gym, he only left the room a few times, always to be subjected to specialized sex or bondage equipment. The vast majority of his many clients would pound him in his room, usually on the bed he wasn't otherwise allowed to use.

Chapter 33
Eric Gets Quizzed.

Eric's step-mom was rather enjoying getting to focus on tormenting the relatively new boy, but she'd realized that she could do far better if she knew more about him. Her attempts at probing him for his past interests and acquaintances had gotten nowhere: perhaps the boy was too shy, or perhaps he sensed that any information would be used against him.

One day she was reading a book about interrogation techniques and learned about truth serum. It sounded like it might help her learn some useful facts about Eric. She talked to the doctor about it, who managed to procure some.

A few days later, Eric found himself bound to a sturdy chair. The doctor had to inject the drug, and nobody was sure the extent to which Eric would go along with his interrogation. It seemed pointless to ask him when they had plenty of bondage equipment available to obviate the need for cooperation. Everyone agreed that this would be more fun.

In a confused stupor, Eric answered a series of questions: the boy liked pizza and playing Call of Duty. He disliked mayonaisse and avocados, along with a bunch of vegetables. He also claimed to dislike Dance Dance Revolution which his intoxicated brain described as "too gay." The step-mom was taking careful note.

He also spoke more about his foster family. They were weirdly obsessed with preventing their boys from masturbating. The father privately molested Eric, while publicly belittling him and encouraging his foster brothers to bully him, warning them that he'd try to jack-off if ever given the chance.

As for schoolwork, his best subject was creative writing, and he hated anything involving memorization.

Sexually, he was turned on by buxom blond chicks. He seemed to be honestly repulsed by all the man-sex he was being forced to have. She knew her husband would be happy to hear that. He hated the scent of men's armpits and hated all that scratchy body hair – she'd pass that information along too.

While the boy sobered up, step-mom contacted a computer-nerd pervert that they'd met. He had expressed interest in writing some software to help educate and train the boy. (Naturally in exchange for the usual services.)

***

A few days later, she was very excited to show Eric his new "study area." They first thing he noticed was a small stool with a dildo sticking straight up out of it. "You'll want to lube that up," his step-mom advised. Once that was done, he steeled himself, tried to relax his ass and gradually sat on the hard silicone cock. It hurt at first and he winced and slowed down, but his step-mom pushed down on him, burying the invader as far as it would go. He screamed and jostled around a bit as he tried to adjust.

Once he calmed down he surveyed the small tabletop in front of him. It was about 4' wide and 2' deep [120x60cm], pressed up to a wall. There was a monitor mounted on the wall immediately over the tabletop; it displayed the multiplication table. There was a keyboard in the middle of the table. On the corners of the table, pretty far apart where two dangling thin, metal cuffs, one on each side. The keyboard also had two similar cuffs, one on each side.

His step-mom lifted up his left leg and snapped the cuff at the left corner of the table to it. His ankle was at waist height and she proceeded to lock his right ankle. The cuff was biting into his leg when he put any weight on it. He tried to lean back and put all of his weight on his skinny little butt, which caused the dildo to press into his prostate. He moaned as his little dick grew and then strained against his cock cage.

His left and right hands were locked to the keyboard. He could only reach a small area at the center of the table. The keys to his cuffs were tantalizingly dangled from a hook just barely out of reach. His step-mom caressed his smooth defenseless torso. He flinched with fear, knowing she might switch to hurting him at any moment. Instead, she left him alone to get a cup of coffee. His lightly-padded butt was aching from having 100% of his weight on the hard stool, and he was tired of holding his legs aloft.

His step-mom returned and said simply, "Let's get you started with something easy," as she pressed a button on her phone. The monitor lit up: "5 x 8?" Eric stared blankly at the screen and five seconds later received a shock to his balls. "You're supposed to answer the question, dumbass!"

Eric sucked at math and typing and even with the multiplication chart right in front of him, he spent the first 15 minutes making typos and getting shocked. Eventually he started to get the hang of it. He mostly didn't need the chart either, which was good because without warning the chart disappeared and was replaced by hetero porn with a blond chick – exactly his type – getting gangbanged by a bunch of dudes. He thought it was the hottest thing he'd ever seen, when he got a shock: he then realized that he needed to ignore the porn and answer the dumb math problems.

He had another problem though: the porn was making his dick grow and it was now throbbing in its prison. He cried to himself: he wanted to watch and jack off so badly that it was impossible to concentrate. He barely even cared about the shocks, he was so frustratingly horny. He cried when the lesson was over and he knew there was no chance he'd get to watch more.

"Did you enjoy studying?" his step-mom asked, "because you're going to have 90 minutes of education every day from now on." Of course she didn't care if he learned anything, as long as he was miserable.

***

He had a few more math classes, and then, out of the blue, once he was all restrained, his step-mom got out a key and unlocked his chastity tube. Maybe he was getting a reward for his improving math skills? His step-mom explained the less-pleasant news: "Your lesson today may be too arousing for your perverted brain, so we need to take some precautions." She added a dozen sharp pieces of aquarium gravel to each half of the tube, then quickly shut it closed, forcing the rocks into his tender shaft. Naturally he screamed but she was expecting that. "I wouldn't get any harder if I were you," she warned, and pressed a few buttons on her phone. A title screen appeared: "Sex Ed: Female Anatomy." A picture of a vagina appeared on the monitor, and a few seconds later Eric was reduced to a panicked whimper.

For the next two hours, he'd learn how to spell every part of a woman's sexual organs, his dick in agony, the rocks working deeper into his flesh, aching and stinging as they remained there. The electrical shocks when he mispelled something were almost welcome because at least they distracted him from his horny little cock. Despite everything, a little puddle of pre-cum was forming on the stool. That was the only relief he'd get.

***

One day, Eric's step-mom showed him her phone. "The guy who set up your quiz program also set up a fun website!" She showed him a page that simply said "97 Days Since Eric's Orgasm!"

"But of course, it's not me who should know how long it's been; it's you! So here!" She handed him ten pages of paper, each a full-year calendar with just a little space for each day. Under one day she had written "Day 0!"

"For every day in the next ten years, I want you to write the number of days it'll have been since you orgasmed. Doesn't that sound like fun?" Seeing that Eric didn't agree, she added, "And then we'll hang them in your room. And we'll quiz you to make sure you always are keeping track of exactly how long it's been!"

For the next hour or so, with a dildo in his ass, and chained in an awkward position. Eric imagined what it'd be like to not orgasm for ten years. And every day he was reminded of how long it had been.

***

He had to learn about the male anatomy too, and in fact, he spent a whole week on it — after all, he was going to be serving men almost exclusively.

After the simple anatomy class, he also had to memorize every position imaginable for gay sex. Some of the positions made him horny because he imagined a hot chick playing one of the roles, but of course his dick would swell and hurt and he'd regret letting himself daydream. He went back to memorizing positions.

***

All in all, the boy was learning a lot from his new homeschool environment.

Chapter 34
Chastity Upgrade.

Over the years, the Coach from the school had recommended chastity devices to a number of problem students, but he'd grown disappointed in the offerings available to use on boys. He found webpages about how boys had removed them. He also realized that they needed to be more configurable.

The coach started designing a new system. He chose high-quality locks which had one uncopyable individual key, but it could also be unlocked by a master key. He, of course, would have the only master key: he planned to charge a very substantial fee to use it.

The electric-shocking mechanism was standard for all his models, and the spikes would be adjustable with a screwdriver without removing the tube.

And so, one day after binding Eric to his study area, the step-parents and the Coach waltzed in. The males hadn't seen the bondage position his step-mom had devised for "study." They were quite impressed and eager to watch the boy attempt to work in this awkward and exceedingly vulnerable position. They spent a while groping his beautiful, if skinny, body. But now the coach needed to install and demonstrate his newly-developed chastity tube.

The transparent pinkish sheathe had a hinge that closed around the dick: it was perfectly sized for the small teenage cock. It clicked shut. The Coach held up a small key and handed it to the stepdad. "If you lose that, it's never coming off!"

stepdad laughed. "It's probably never coming off anyway!" The adults agreed that that would really not be a big deal to them. Eric, of course, was mortified, but wisely remained silent.

"Now I need to show you the punishment and control features!" the coach seemed very eager to show off his invention. He pointed to a band around the back: "This is a remote electric shocker. Highly recommended for training. Unlike the collar, he can wear it in public!"

The step-parents nodded approvingly: they knew all about using electric shocks to train boys.

Then he pointed to six small screws. "The first four screws control extendable spikes that run along the left, right, top and bottom of his shaft. They are both painful and good for short- and long-term punishment." To demonstrate, he began turning one of the screws with a jeweller's screwdriver. Eric gasped in pain and started breathing more shallowly as the man continued turning. He switched to a constant high moan which got louder.

"This is getting annoying," the stepdad said, but before he could finish his thought, the step-mom rammed a penis gag into the boy's mouth, already open in pain. She shoved it in and buckled the strap very tight. It was one of the best silencers, and they'd be testing it during this session.

The coach continued tightening and Eric's muffled whining grew a bit louder and deeper. His face grew pink. The coach continued tightening. "I've got one panel of spikes about 50% extended." As he continued, the boy's face turned redder than any of them had ever seen. The coach gave the screw one more turn, just to see. And they left the boy to suffer for a minute before unscrewing the spikes. The boy was relieved, but the coach said, "OK, now let me show you the final two screws." He pointed at them. "These two tighten wires around the top and base of the shaft. They cut off blood flow and can act like a cock ring, making the dick swell, which in turn makes everything much more painful."

He tightened one, and the glans sort-of bulged. "That's the top wire." The boy's dick started to ache as the glans turned pink, then red, then purple. "The only problem is that you can damage it, so don't leave it tight for too long." Based on the pain alone, Eric was sure it was already damaged.

He loosened the screws and Eric's evident distress subsided. His gag was removed.

"Ok slut, it's school time. I know you like creative writing so here's your chance. Write a 200 word essay about how the chastity tube makes you a better person. I'd recommend focusing on how it prevents your stupid boy-brain from any perverted bad behavior, and how it frees you to focus on serving real men."

The step-mom pressed a button on her phone and the keyboard/monitor launched a simple word processor. "We'll be back in an hour. If it's not done, we can always come back, but we'll tighten all the screws a little first. So you probably should just hurry up and finish in an hour." He added, "Write with conviction! Really let us know how much you love the thing!"

"But I hate it so much!" Eric whined.

While his step-mom re-gagged him for the back-talk, the coach mentioned: "Well, it doesn't have to be honest, just convincing. That's why they call it creative writing."

The boy was already hurting from the stressful position. He knew it'd be agony in an hour. So he tried to push through the pain and write this horrible essay. He knew exactly the degrading stuff they wanted: they often made him read crap like this. He hoped that they'd leave him alone for a while once he finished.

***

With all the incentives, the returning adults weren't too surprised that Eric had managed to crank out a bad essay of the needed length. He was unbound and strapped to the fucking bench.

The stepdad had Eric read the essay aloud as he pounded the boy's ass. Despite all the fuckings, his ass still gripped nice and tightly, although for variety he'd used ample lube. It felt kind-of cool being so slippery. It didn't take long for him to come inside the hole. After removing himself, he let Eric suck his dick clean while he scribbled a long list of corrections, revisions, and improvements for the kneeling boy to make, almost rewriting the essay. He left the boy alone to revise his work.

When he came back, he rechecked the essay and found a few errors that Eric had missed. He gave the boy a thorough ass-whipping then set him up on his special dildo stool, and shackled his wrists and ankles. His entire weight was resting on his freshly beaten buttocks. It only took about two minutes to fix the errors, but his stepdad was enjoying watching him try in vain to reposition himself to relieve the pain, so he decided to leave him there for an extra thirty minutes.

In all, the essay read:

I'm Eric and I am a better boy because I'm wearing a chastity tube. Otherwise, I really would waste time by touching my stupid weener. I'm glad my parents don't allow me to do that, because I'd grow into a gross pervert. In fact, I'm already a nasty pervert. I hope that my parents can make me into a good well-behaved little boy. My teenage body is so full of hormones that I'm sure to do something terrible and dumb if I am not constantly controlled.

The other reason I am thankful for my chastity device is that it allows me to focus on what really matters. Serving the real men in my life. I really hope I will serve them well, because they deserve much more pleasure and obedience than my girlish, wimpy, scrawny body can provide, but I am thankful that they let me try!

I am very grateful that this new upgraded tube from the Coach will make controlling and disciplining me so much easier. My parents work so hard already, I hope that this device will make training me less work for them!

He released the boy from the painful position, and had him stand in front of a video camera. He made the boy read the essay a dozen times into a video camera.

The boy was somehow extremely pathetic and seductive at the same time. It made you want to kiss him lovingly and tenderly, and then kick his vagabond ass into a jail cell with ten hardened, horny gang members.

It aroused the men enough that they decided to each get a final BJ for the day before locking the well-abused boy in his cage and leaving him to cry himself to sleep.

Chapter 35
Another Scouting Adventure.

The stepdad hadn't told Eric, but he'd been signed up for the Coach's boy scout troop. They'd all had so much fun with Aiden, but since he was busy working, Eric seemed like the next best thing. The trip was a much larger one, involving a number of troops from the area. The stepdad didn't think it sounded like a good idea, but the coach insisted it was. All these troops were run by domineering guys who would look the other way at a bit of "unusual child-rearing practices" as the Coach euphemistically described their daily sexual assaults on Eric. Ultimately, curiosity got the better of Eric's stepdad.

The night before, Eric was allowed to have three glasses of koolaid and a coke, and was told that he'd need his strength for the boy scout trip! Eric was nervous but very excited: it was the best thing he could remember ever happening to him! With all the sugary drinks, the boy was bouncing off the walls with nervous energy. It was annoying so stepdad decided to lock him in his cage for the evening early. His stepdad chuckled though: he'd be fidgeting a lot more once he realized that his bed pan had been removed. He turned the lights off and left Eric to deal with his bladder.

About ten minutes later Eric was crying out for his step-parents to let him go to the bathroom. He knew he'd be punished severely if he pissed himself. But of course the room was completely soundproof and his parents were busy eating dinner and drinking wine.

An hour later they were watching a movie and decided to check on the boy, so they flipped the TV to the cameras they had set up in the boy's bedroom. He was still crying to be let out to urinate. They smiled at each other and kissed, then turned back to their movie.

Somehow the boy managed to pass into a fitful sleep. He had a wonderful dream about being with his real family and visiting Old Faithful, which is a geyser that goes off every hour in Yellowstone National Park. When it went off, everyone started cheering, but then stopped, slack-jawed. The geyser's plume was a bright yellow. The warm smelly liquid poured over him. Of course, he woke a few seconds later, soaked in urine. He was worried about the punishment he'd surely receive – would he still be allowed to go to the camp? – but frankly the relief was huge. He just gave up and finished peeing; in the chastity cage he couldn't aim and the piss just sort-of flowed out. With an empty bladder, he relaxed and fell into a urine-soaked sleep.

***

As expected, his step-parents blew a gasket over the bedwetting, even though they all knew that it was by design: they'd given him too many drinks and removed his bedpan just for the fun of it. But it was still more fun to act annoyed. "Today," his step-father began, "we are unfortunately too short on time to discipline you. So your punishment is to wear a diaper until we get to the camp. I'd make you wear a diaper the whole time if I could, but you need to wear a uniform at the ceremonies." He handed the boy a diaper, as his stepdad packed Aiden's nice tidy uniform. He was definitely looking forward to changing into that.

"Can I shower first? I stink."

"Nope, no time for that!" the stepdad grabbed the boy by the scruff of his neck and pushed him into the backseat.

"Can't I sit up front?"

"No, sorry, you smell like piss."

"You really should've let me shower." With that, Eric got his first ball-shock of the trip.

"No more back talk!" his father explained the reason for the punishment, somewhat unnecessarily.

Eric studied a map and asked "Are we going the right way? The camp is south and we're going east!"

His dad finally revealed the secret he'd been keeping. "Oh we have to pick up three other boys. We're carpooling!" Eric would have jumped out of the car right then if they child locks weren't on. He was certain that he would literally die of embarrassment otherwise. Better to make it quick. The truth was actually even worse: these were the same bullies that tormented (and were still tormenting, actually) Aiden.

When the car stopped for their first pickup, Eric cowered in the backseat, mortified. The rather muscular teenager put his bags in the trunk, and then hopped in the front seat without even seeing Eric, until he scrunched his nose and asked, "What's that smell?" He didn't wait for an answer before turning around and seeing the timid boy, naked but for a diaper.

"That's Eric, and he's the smell," the stepdad explained. "He couldn't control himself and wet the bed, so now he has to wear a diaper as punishment."

That threw the studly bully off-guard. It took him a moment to formulate a response: "Whoa."

He decided to ignore the weird situation and got into a little conversation about football with the boy's captor. He was relieved when they picked up his friend, who was unhappy to be stuck in back with "the piss-soaked weirdo" as he described it.

It got worse when they picked up Todd, the bully who was the brothel-owner's son. Eric was stuck in the little middle seat between the two much larger teenage boys. They repeatedly punched his shoulder for bumping into them. "I don't want to get piss on me," one of them commented.

Though the hour-long ride was insanely awkward for Eric, he did learn one thing: Todd saw Aiden on a regular basis. He wondered if he could learn anything else. In the meantime, he tried to make himself invisible and inaudible, hoping that something else would distract the boys.

***

When they got there, they drove under a large banner that read "Boy Scout Jamboree" and into a large dirt lot. This place was crawling with boy scouts. Eric was really excited that he'd get to meet some kids his age in a non-sexual setting. The bullies got out immediately and started mixing with the other boys, ignoring the diapered kid. His dad opened the door wide and threw in Aiden's scout uniform. "OK, now you can get dressed!" he said in a loud voice, hoping to draw attention to the infantile boy.

Eric slammed the door shut, managing to avoid being seen. Naturally, his dad had chosen little kid underwear, two sizes too small, and decorated with cartoons of trucks. He was annoyed and embarrassed but managed to pull the threadbare garment up to his waist. He was sure it was going to rip; it was cutting into his skin. At first he was terrified that someone might see the underwear, but that thought was interrupted by a realization that his chastity tube was a million times worse. He turned his attention to the shorts and shirt. They were a little too big, and his dad hadn't provided a belt. He'd spend the day trying to hold his pants up, often trying to be discreet about it by keeping his hands in his pockets.

He was too excited to get going that he didn't notice that his stepdad had parked in a pool of muddy water. Hurriedly jumping out of the car, he slipped and fell into the puddle.

Regardless, it felt good to get out of the car and away from his stepdad. He met a nice boy named Daniel that was also into Call of Duty, so they talked about that. He was handsome with soft, longish, brown hair, and a lean, almost girlish, figure. Apparently his dad was leading a group to get the water-skiing merit badge, and even though they were full, Daniel would pull some strings. Eric had never even considered getting to do something so awesome!

Daniel asked him to try to help get a jet-ski off his dad's truck. As he struggled with both hands, his shorts dropped to his ankles and with his hands full he couldn't do anything but continue to help guide the heavy vehicle to the ground. A few nearby boys noticed and whistled. "Hey nice underwear!" "What are you 5 years old?" He turned red, but embarrassment alone couldn't damage his bouyant mood.

He went back, brimming with enthusiasm to tell his stepdad about his plans. His dad didn't share his boyish excitement, instead he told Eric that he'd signed him up for a more practical merit badge.

"OK," Eric asked, disappointed, "what is it?"

"Housecleaning!" I mostly signed you up because that guy seems so sad that nobody else did. He gestured at a portly old man with greasy white hair. The man, a flaming queen, waved limply at the boy, his hand heavy with gaudy rings.

"No Dad you cannot be serious!" His complaining was interrupted by a light shock to his balls.

"I was wondering if I'd have to give the man the remote to shock you… apparently I do." He added: "But you have 30 minutes to goof around before you have to start."

Eric returned to Daniel bearing the sad news. Daniel told him to just sneak away, not knowing about the punishing device that controlled Eric. Looking around he didn't see his dad, and he tried to sneak off to the pier, hoping to get out of range. Out of the blue, a brutal jolt caused him to fall to the ground. He knew he was trapped. "What the hell just happened?" Daniel asked.

Eric was too embarrassed to explain, unfortunately for him, since explaining his predicament to a sane adult was probably his only hope for salvation. Instead he excused himself: "I have to go to the bathroom!" He considered for a few seconds more: "I don't think I can come." And, his dreams of adventure crushed, he scurried off to the gay dude that was going to "supervise" him for a few hours.

***

"Nice try, dipshit!" his dad greeted him after his attempted escape. I'm glad I brought a second remote ball shocker for you. He motioned for the queen to come over. "Your scout is ready to learn from you. He's been pretty disobedient and messy recently, so I hope you can put him on the straight and narrow."

To introduce the man to Eric, he revealed, "This fine gentleman taught Aiden how to walk in high-heels!"

The giggling man allowed his eyes to scan the boy lewdly from head to foot. He was getting a boner. "Teen boys can be hard to get through to," he said wistfully. "I may have to discipline him. Is that OK with you?"

"Oh, it's more than OK. 'Spare the rod' and all that. I prefer a whip to a rod though." The men laughed. "Actually, I have something even better." He showed the queen how to adjust the remote shocking device. The man adjusted it, and prepared to press the button.

Eric closed his eyes hard, in anticipation of the jolt to come. He waited a few seconds, pleasantly surprised that he had avoided a shock. He opened his eyes slowly and cautiously, and once he did so the man pressed the button, catching the boy off-guard and knocking him to his feet. Both men laughed. "That IS very effective. I should have no trouble getting him to cooperate!"

In case there was even a slight doubt about sex, his dad added: "Don't be afraid to use the boy in absolutely any way you see fit!" He winked, and the man giggled.

Eric didn't have high hopes, but it was worse than expected. He was going to clean the boy's bathroom, stall by stall. As he cleaned, he found it impossible to hold his shorts up. The man "helped" him a few times by pulling the boy's shorts up, and groping his lithe thighs and butt. After a while, the man took the shorts, saying, "these are getting in the way. I'll put them somewhere safe," leaving Eric to clean in his underwear.

The queen didn't close the bathroom, but most of the boys were away. Nonetheless, a number of them came in and laughed at the little boy underwear he was exposing as he cleaned. The man was openly jacking off while they were alone.

In order to clean the toilet's base, he made the boy get very low on his knees. He pushed down on the small of his back, causing it to arch, in turn making him stick his butt out. The man found it very sexy, and took a few photos with his phone.

The man didn't return his shorts. Instead they went to an office area where Eric had to do all kinds of menial chores, mostly involving getting himself into obscene positions as the pervert watched. It was getting late and he wanted to escape and play with the other boys. He kept glancing anxiously at the clock. It was obvious that all this weirdo wanted was to have sex.

Exasperated, Eric asked, "Look, if I blow you, can I go?"

The old dude crowed: "Oooh, he thinks I'm sexy. If your little heart desires you can suck me. But let me suck your little boy-cock first!"

He didn't wait for an answer and tore the boy's frayed underwear off, becoming the first camp attendee to discover the boy's chastity-device. "Oh, you ARE a naughty boy!" the man said teasingly. "Well, I guess I don't have to waste any time on that stupid thing!" He flicked the hard plastic chastity tube with his finger.

The boy was anxious to finish, so he dropped to his knees and began servicing the nasty man. In his old age, he lasted almost 30 minutes. Eric thought it was hours; he wanted to puke from the smell. The man's semen was voluminous and had a mushroom flavor. He swallowed and pulled up the man's pants. "May I go now, sir?" The man giggled at being called sir, and kissed the boy goodbye, forcing his tongue into the boy's mouth.

The man said, "You can't go without underwear, but I think I have something." Inexplicably, he pulled out a girly pair of pink panties. They were lacy and mostly transparent. Eric groaned, but knew there was no point in refusing. He pulled them on vowing he'd make sure to take them off and just "go commando" at the first chance. Then the man returned his shorts.

Finally, he was able to escape, spitting to try to get the taste from his mouth. He felt free now, and was ready for a little opportunity to socialize with his peers.

***

Most of the scouts had returned from their activities, and they were all exuberantly talking about jetskis, hiking, fishing, and other boyish activities. He gathered that some had earned their shooting merit badge and were acting as if they were expert riflemen. He was so jealous.

Daniel accosted him. "How was housekeeping?" He added jokingly, "Clean any good toilets?"

Eric did his best to laugh at the joke, but it was hard. After all, he really had spent the day cleaning toilets. Nonetheless, it was great socializing and he felt like a normal boy for a change. The other guys seemed to like him, laughing at his occasional witticisms.

After a while the boys were summoned to an amphitheater area. The scoutmaster spent about fifteen minutes trying to get them to shut up. Almost giving up, he was forced to get the megaphone. In a excessively loud volume, he announced that five boys had volunteered for the Public Speaking Merit Badge.

The boys quieted down, partly out of respect for their peers, but mostly because they'd chosen cool topics: How to Skydive, How to Hotwire a Car, The Ten Largest Industrial Accidents, and finally What is the Most Remote Island. There was a gap and the scoutmaster checked his schedule. "OK, our last speaker is Eric! Come on up!"

His dad, sensing that the boy was about to bolt, grabbed his shoulder and delivered a light, warning ball shock. The boy winced visibly as he explained. "I prepared a speech for you that I'm sure the boys will absolutely love! The number one thing is to deliver it proudly and with confidence." That was actually good speaking advice, but he somewhat undercut it by adding: "And if you don't, I'll shock your balls so hard you'll be leaving in an ambulance." To Eric, that sounded like an improvement, and his stepdad sensed it, so he finished: "And I'll make certain that every damn scout gets to see your chastity tube when you go!"

Trembling, Eric approached the stage. He hadn't realized there was a teleprompter. His dad was lying. There was no good speech. It began: "I'm Eric and I am a better boy because I'm wearing a chastity tube." It was his insanely twisted chastity speech. He could not possibly read this thing to the hundreds of scouts.

He looked into the audience and saw Daniel. He was staring with rapt attention; he genuinely liked Eric and wanted to hear what the boy was interested in.

The queeny old man he had recently blown gave him a thumbs up.

In the pause, his dad shocked his balls lightly as a reminder. He contemplated his options, and remembered what his dad said, "Be confident." It wasn't good advice, but it was the only thing he could think of.

He read the first sentence and the entire camp erupted in laughter, including his stepdad and Daniel. He was blushing an insanely bright red. Sweat was beading up all over his body. He read the next sentence and realized the silver lining: nobody could hear him above the din.

Unfortunately, the scout master realized the issue, and turned the megaphone on full volume. Walking up to Eric, he demanded with his drill-sergeant tone: "Finish the speech, son," and handed the poor boy the megaphone. Eric, scared like a deer in a headlight, proceeded, his amplified voice sounding especially high and squeeky. His speech carried for a mile: nearby campers were fascinated by the strange story of a boy who claimed to need to have his dick locked up.

When he read the last line that he'd written, he discovered his step dad had added one more sentence, which he dutifully read: "If you want an in-person demo, please come by my tent, #106." He groaned, knowing he'd sealed his fate for the evening.

He walked back to his seat over the loud and excited boys, staring at the ground to avoid eye-contact. The scoutmaster excused them and they were all talking about their day again. From a safe distance, he peeked back and Daniel made eye-contact with him, and Eric was about to walk over to talk, but his dad grabbed his shoulder. "Great speaking job, son. I'm almost proud of you, in a way. But you need to get to the tent immediately in case anyone comes by for a demonstration."

"Dad, I'm sure they can come by later." Of course, he hoped they wouldn't come by at all, but his dad was having none of it. He pinched the boy's shoulder, shocked his balls, and walked him over to his tent. As usual, his pants were sagging and his dad saw the pink girl-panties. He made Eric explain what happened to his other pair, and said, "Well those underwear are basically just as good." By "good" of course he meant inappropriate and demeaning.

They waited for the first people to come by seeking a "demonstration."

***

The first were three cocky boys who didn't stop laughing the entire time they were there. Eric tried to drop his shorts and underwear at the same time so that the boys at least wouldn't notice the feminine undergarments. No such luck. "Whoa, he's wearing girl's underwear!" one exclaimed, giggling excitedly.

"Where's your little cartoon truck undies?" his dad asked, just to be an asshole.

Eric stammered a bit but couldn't bring himself to explain, and everyone was laughing too much to really care. Things didn't really get better when the boys turned their attention to the tube; more pointing and laughing: "Sucks to be you, that's for sure!" "Wow that thing's so small!" "No way my dick could fit in that thing." "Is pink your favorite color?" Unable to muster a response, Eric was looking at the ground, humiliated.

His dad insisted, "Eric, be polite and make eye-contact when someone is talking to you!" He wanted to crawl under a rock and die.

The boys left, but they were replaced by other groups of curious teenagers, many unable to believe that such a device even existed.

His dad made him re-dress and undress each time. He had to remove his shorts and shirt first, leaving just the girlie underwear. He had to get on his knees to put his shoes and socks away, all the while letting the mocking visitors comment on his feminine panties and shapely, albeit boney, butt. The men stared at him unabashedly: there was no need to be embarrassed around a boy with apparently no dignity at all. Finally the underwear was removed and folded. Again he had to put it away carefully to give onlookers one last chance to oggle his now naked booty.

He was required to stand on a stool and put his hands on his head, so that the interested visitors could get a good close look at the device he now permanently wore.

Even more awkward, though, were the boys whose fathers brought them. Most of these were the same: the dad would start by talking about how their boy masturbated nonstop while the wayward son got his share of embarrassment, giving Eric a rare moment of reprieve. Most of them would normally never be caught dead talking in public about jacking off, certainly not with their dads. "Eric's speech really opened my eyes," was a common refrain from the obviously sadistically kinky dads.

The father/son pairs would check out his cock prison with great attention, the father often making observations to the boy, and then they'd talk about the material, or the locking mechanism, or the color. The sons tended to be shy, but the fathers were interested, talkative, assertive, and enthusiastic. Often, Eric's stepdad would hand the father a card before they left.

Daniel and his dad came by. "This is the boy you invited to jet-ski?" the father asked, a bit of disdain audible in his voice. After the little strip-show Eric was required to perform, Daniel and his dad were agape staring at the tiny chastity tube. "Is that what you want to happen to you?" the father asked, "because that's the only solution if you don't get your little problem under control!" It was now Daniel's turn to blush.

"No way dad, it's not a problem…"

"That's what they all say…" Daniel's dad collected one of the cards on his way out.

***

Eventually the curious visitors stopped coming by, and Eric was hoping for some peaceful sleep to lick his wounds and try to forget the day's various humiliations. It wasn't until his father started leading him to the bullies' tent that he was told of his sleeping arrangements. He hadn't realized that he was expected to sleep with them, in both senses of the phrase.

"Hey are you as good at sucking cock as your faggot brother?" was the question posed as soon as the muscular boy opened the tent's door-flap. His stepdad was standing right there, and Eric looked at him to see if he'd reprimand the boy for his rude language. He did not.

Instead he slapped Eric, "Answer the question, cock-sucker!"

Eric honestly didn't know the answer, but decided to say, "I'm pretty good at sucking cock."

"I wouldn't take this idiot's opinion to mean anything," his stepdad noted. "Instead, take him for a spin and find out for yourself." He pushed the nervous boy into the tent, knocking him to his knees. "Obviously, you can help punish him if he doesn't meet your expectations!"

"Does he have a remote shock collar too?" The bully remembered how easy it was to make Aiden cooperate with the convenient little torture device.

"No, he wears his shocker on his balls!" the stepdad laughed wickedly. "Same principal though." He threw the boy the remote. With that he left the boy with three horny boys, all geared up to use and abuse him.

His stepdad was tired and slept like a log (he had been jet-skiiing all day). Eric was even more exhausted, but his evening was only beginning. He took a deep breath and began his first round of BJs.

***

The ride home was relatively quiet as the boys were tired. The boys had to admit that Eric gave excellent head. "I guess his punishment will have to wait!" one boy joked. His stepdad suggested that they could punish him anyway, but out of laziness, they instead just made Eric crawl around the cramped moving car and blow the other four occupants.

To get a rise out of Eric, one of the boys asked, "How'd you finish your housekeeping merit badge so fast?"

Eric didn't see much point in concealing the embarrassing truth, "I gave him a blowjob."

To his surprise, his stepdad was furious! "I am not going to raise a cheater." He called the man and told Eric to apologize and offer to make up the work he missed.

After explaining, Eric trepidly asked his dad, "He is asking if it is OK to have two sessions."

"Hell, I don't care if it takes a dozen sessions, so long as you complete it honestly." The stepdad was lying about caring about honesty, and everyone knew it. "Plus you've got to work off that nice underwear he gave you."

After another minute of conversation, Eric handed the phone back. "I have to work one day a week for three months." He was shaking and even more pale than usual.

"Wow, a dozen sessions with that weirdo. That's going to suck!" His stepdad stated the obvious. "I didn't hear you thank him at the end, so do that and then give me the phone."

Eric dutifully called the horrible man back and thanked him. He didn't sound convincing, but nobody really cared. On the phone, the stepdad emphasized, unnecessarily, to report any misbehavior.

After the stepdad hung up, there was an awkward silence and Eric rested with his head in his hands, thinking about how lame his life was. Todd decided he needed to fill the pause, "How about another round of BJs?" There was a murmur of agreement as he grabbed a handful of Eric's hair and forced his face down on his dick.

***

Eric was dejected and exhausted, but his ears perked up when Todd got out. "You should come visit your other boy sometime. I'm sure you can get a killer rate, or trade this one for a discount." It sounded ominous but Eric really would like to talk to Aiden again.

Chapter 36
Aiden Trains Scott.

One day, after another humiliating online show (this one involved dressing himself up as a little girl then fucking himself hard with a pink Hello Kitty vibrator), Aiden's arms were bound behind him, and much to his surprise, his chastity tube was removed. He suspected that he was going to be dick-whipped or something. He knew the customers had to pay extra to have his chastity tube removed, and they had suggested that there was a huge fine if he was somehow able to have a good orgasm.

He was blindfolded and led into another room with a box with a hole in it. It was for cocksucking training, but from Aiden's perspective he was pressed up against a chest-high wall with a hole that his dick was pushed through. Straps were tightened around his waist and upper thighs, making it impossible to withdraw his member.

The guards removed his blindfold and opened the sides of the box so they could get a proper view, but they left the top on, so that Aiden couldn't see what was going on inside.

One of the guards pinched Aiden's dick and applied something cold to the tip, but he couldn't tell what was going on. Wordlessly the guards left the boy to ponder what was going to happen.

A few minutes later a young boy, about 14 years old, was dragged in kicking and screaming, swearing at the guards who mostly laughed at him. He had a large mop of curly blond hair. His collar was fastened by a short chain inside the box, near the hole: Aiden could feel the boy's face brushing against his now-swelling dick and his warm breath. He was still yelling when a guard zapped him with a cattle prod, ordering, "Suck that dick!"

After shocking the boy, he pressed the boy's face onto Aiden's dick, for a second he took the dick into his mouth, and Aiden was in heaven. A second later, he let out a full-volume scream of pain. Everyone knew this was a danger: the boy was biting. The boy was dragged off: Aiden knew he was in for some punitive dentistry: he'd been threatened enough times about what would happen if he bit. The first offense was just a warning tooth, he'd gathered, and he heard the boy screaming and gurgling in pain. He smelled burning flesh as they coarsely cauterized the wound.

Two hours later the boy returned, still stunned and recovering from the torture. He was returned to the box and the guard menaced, "Last chance, dipshit."

This time, the boy knew not to put up a fight, but tried to obey orders and blow Aiden's dick. Although the little punk hadn't drawn blood, he'd left deep toothmarks that were sharply painful as the kneeling novice cocksucker did his best, despite his ignorance and misery. A guard pushed his head, triggering gagging and coughing. Aiden was hurting, but he also felt some pleasure that he'd long been denied. Were these fucked-up perverts going to let him orgasm in order to educate this new whore?

The boy in the box continued doing his best to survive; Aiden could hear him crying quietly, but at least he was being gentle. Aiden was still so horny that he forgot about the bite wound. For a brief moment, he had a real sexual fantasy about one of the girls he remembered. He imagined it was her down on her knees. It felt heavenly as he ignored the real situation. It wasn't long before he felt an orgasm building up. Would he really get to come? He was so excited and he made little miniature thrusts even though he was in tight bondage. He could feel that release was just seconds away!

And then he came, or rather tried to. As the explosive release pushed a huge amount of cum toward the end of his dick, he'd discovered what the guard had done earlier: he'd glued his piss-hole shut! Fantastic expected release turned to horrible pain has the sperm flooded his urethra but had no way to release the pressure. He wanted desperately to massage the pain from his penis, but his hands were cuffed behind his back. He couldn't have done anything anyway. In pain, he shifted his weight from foot-to-foot.

"Looks like he tried to cum," the guard said, smirking, "so we're done with this phase." He turned to Aiden, "We'll release the pressure from your dick once you've broken in this moron's ass." Aiden wondered how he could do anything with his unbearably aching cock. He soon learned that his dick wasn't required. It was crudely jammed into his tiny chastity cage. The guard then attached a big, knobby, well-lubed, strapon dildo, cinching it tightly with a waist-strap and another strap that went between his legs.

Aiden was led to a fuck-bench where the boy was tightly strapped down. The bondage seemed a bit excessive considering how little fight he had left in him at the moment. "Fuck him hard!" the guard commanded, adding, "We'll shock the fuck out of you if you don't, and you'll take his place." Aiden gulped and resolved to not show any mercy to this freshly acquired asshole.

With a tight, inexperienced ass on one hand, and an aching dick on the other, the fucking was torture for both boys. Since neither was enjoying it, and there was no expected orgasm, Aiden just kept going mechanically until the guard got bored, which took half an hour.

Eventually, Aiden was released. The guard took out some forceps, saying, "This is going to hurt a lot," and pulled the glue off Aiden's cock, causing him to scream. The sperm that had been trapped dribbled out, slowly relieving the pain in his dick. The guard pointed at the semen he'd spilled on the floor. Aiden thought about how much pain this small amount of fluid had caused him as he dropped to his knees and starting lapping it up.

Both boys were mitted, gagged, cock-caged, and locked together in the same now extremely cramped cage. They were pressed against each other, forced to snuggle, just like they'd been forced to hurt each other earlier. The guard explained, "Blondie, you'll have to train this loser to be a whore tomorrow."

Aiden remembered training Eric and groaned, wondering who would have it worse.

***

The boys woke up in each other's arms, it might have been romantic except the two boys hated each other. Aiden thought that the intimacy was warm, even if it was with the boy who tried to bite his dick off. Still, it sucked not to be able to talk. The guards removed their gags and mitts and the other boy opened and closed his mouth, trying to recover from the long time he'd been gagged.

"Sorry about biting you," the boy said. Aiden was dumbstruck: nobody had apologized to him in a long time.

"You didn't know who it was." Aiden was surprised they could talk freely. "What's your name?"

The boy identified himself as "Scott Jenkins."

Aiden introduced himself – he didn't want Scott to call him "Blondie" as the men here did – then the monitor in the room turned on. He remember his instructions: he needed to train this poor newbie.

The guard had laid out the equipment for the day: a rack of six dildos. He noted that even the biggest one was still fairly reasonable. He reflected for a minute on the meaning of the choice of toys and the inexperienced boy he was supposed to train. Suddenly a light bulb went off in his head. "Wait, are you a virgin?"

"Nah dude, I have a girlfriend!" The boy had badly misinterpreted the question.

Aiden facepalmed. He envied the natural swagger of his co-captive, the expectation of hetero sex. "That is not what I meant." He interrupted his own train of thought, "And I hate to break it to you, but that is a thing of the past," as, to explain, he pointed to the boy's chastity cage. He got distracted, noticing that it was steel and much larger than his own. "No, I meant, have you taken it in the butt?"

It was Scott's turn to be speechless.

Aiden continued, "Well, it looks like we're going to warm you up."

"Warm me up?" Scott's naivety was charming.

"Some dude's going to pay big money to take your cherry."

The color drained from Scott's face, but the first instruction came on the monitor: "Scott's ass: smallest dildo." Almost at the same time: "Scott, put the biggest dildo in Blondie's ass and kick it." Scott stared slackjawed at the instructions, still not believing his misfortune.

Aiden asked, "What do you want to do first?"

Scott was unable to decide. In the pause he learned the penalty for not obeying as he got his first of many shocks from the internet audience. Aiden grabbed the large dildo and lube, but was interrupted by the instruction on screen: "Only spit lube for Aiden."

Ugh, he thought, and spat on the phallus, which seemed larger by the minute. He handed the dildo to Scott and got on his knees, offering himself for doggie-style penetration. Scott managed to position the plastic dick, and started pushing, meeting more resistance than expected. Aiden grunted, "You'll have to push a little harder." Scott overcompensated and pushed too hard and a second later the entirety of the thing was inside the kneeling boy, who was concentrating, trying to catch his breath. He inhaled deeply and said to Scott simply, "Your turn."

He generously applied the oily lube to the small artificial cock. An instruction appeared on screen: "Do him on his back." The perverts are awfully demanding today. he thought to himself. He told Scott, "Lie on your back and grab your knees."

The boy exposed his little puckered hole. Aiden positioned the dildo. "Breathe and try to relax," he said as he began pushing. The boy whimpered in pain. Aiden advised, "It can help to try and take a shit." Suddenly the resistance decreased and a few seconds later, the boy's first penetration was complete. He was breathing hard and sweating lightly. Aiden offered some encouragement, "You took it like a champ, bro!"

As Scott came to terms with his distended asshole, a new instruction appeared, "You forgot to get kicked!" As he read it, he got shocked, presumably for the oversight. "Leave both dildos in." Aiden helped Scott to awkwardly stand – and then Aiden again got on his knees, bracing himself for a kick.

Scott lightly tapped the dildo with his foot and both boys got shocked. Aiden explained, "They're going to keep shocking us until you kick it hard."

Scott was a soccer player, and a second later Aiden felt a bruising, searing pain in his hole that was the worst he could remember. He was about to stand when "Kick him again!" appeared on the screen. "Just do it," he meekly told Scott.

The audience enjoyed the spectacle and insisted on abusing Aiden's ass with a dozen more kicks, before turning their attention back to Scott.

"Next dildo up!" The instruction was confusing but clear enough. With Scott on his back, Aiden upgraded his dildo to the second smallest. Once lodged inside, the next instruction appeared: "Now fuck him 100 times with it."

After that repetitive degradation, someone suggested a long "french-kiss makeout session," which, while gross, Aiden knew at least wouldn't hurt either of them. Scott seemed a little disgusted by the prospect, but had now learned that he had no say in the matter. Despite his straightness, Aiden noticed his dick swelling and pressing against the cage. It began to hurt a little. A few minutes later, it was hurting a lot. He noticed Scott had a pained expression also. Aiden asked, "Is your cock hurting too?"

"Holy fuck! Yes, it is!" The dispirited boy was panicking. "When do we get this thing off?"

Aiden didn't have the heart to be straightforward. "I don't know," he said simply. They were shocked again, and Aiden went back to kissing the boy.

The session continued ramping up. Aiden had the largest dildo inside him the entire time, but by the end Scott had worked up to the second-largest schlong.

Unceremoniously, the monitor turned off and a guard escorted the fresh twink Scott off to perversions unknown. Well, unknown to the boys, for now.

Another guard escorted Aiden back to his cage. "Nice work training the new bitch. They just chose you because he's in the next room but you did good. You might get more work like this," the guard said. "As a reward, they're going to give you 5% of his gangbang earnings."

"Gangbang?"

"Well, yeah, what did you think you were prepping him for?"

"When will he be back?" Aiden asked, obviously hoping to have a friend in this horrible place.

"Oh, I'm sure in a day or two," the guard lied. He would continue insisting to the boys that they'd see each other "any day now." He locked the boy in the cage and left the room. On the computer outside he popped up the boy's profile. He scrolled to the "No Contact" section and added Scott's name. He pressed the "Save" button and sealed the boys' fates: they would never see each other again as long as they worked here.

Chapter 37
Eric's Foster Family.

One morning, Eric was on his knees, blowing his stepdad as he drank his morning coffee and read the local newspaper. "Whoa," he said, "Isn't that your foster brother?" He moved a newspaper article into lad's field-of-view. "Local Man Convicted of Assault" was the title of the article and the man mentioned in the article and accompanying photo was of the oldest and meanest brother from his past. His name was Biff.

He stopped bobbing up and down so he could read the article but his stepdad removed it and motioned for him to continue. After he came in the boy's mouth, he said, "Don't swallow that yet." He put the newspaper down: "Tell me about your brother Biff."

The boy sounded cute trying to talk with a mouth half-full of thick liquid. He described getting beaten and constantly harassed: he got it worse than any of the others. That was because the parents hated him, and insisted all the other boys constantly monitor him "in case he tries to act perverted." However, all that monitoring just gave the boys lots of opportunities to abuse and degrade Eric.

He wanted examples of mean things the boys had done, mostly just looking for inspiration. Ultimately, he was a bit surprised to learn Biff had forced Eric to suck his cock occasionally. "Is he gay?"

"I don't think so. He seemed to be in-between girlfriends. They never lasted very long…"

"Why didn't you tell me about those early BJs?" the stepdad was annoyed he hadn't known about that.

"You never asked."

His stepdad slapped the boy for the honest reply. "Don't talk back!" He walked the boy back to his room, made him impale himself on the dildo-stool, and locked him to his study desk. "Write a 500 word essay expressing your condolences to your old foster parents. Don't forget to apologize for running away."

Eric pondered his assignment from his uncomfortable perch. He figured he'd better get to it, and tried to write the most flowery condolences he could. God I hate all these people, he thought to himself, but of course couldn't commit any honest thoughts to paper. He said that his tormentor was a good person. He said he missed them and regretted any problems he had caused them.

***

A few days later, the doorbell rang. Eric was cleaning the toilet, one of his chores. He had to use his toothbrush to clean, which he dropped into the bowl when he saw who'd arrived. His horrible foster father stood there. He saw Eric and glared at him: he looked angry, which scared the scrawny, fair-skinned boy. His "dads" shook hands, told Eric to wash up and they'd meet him in his room.

Soon, the door unlocked and the men walked in.

"Your new stepdad tells me you're actually useful for something," the foster parent mocked the boy.

"Knees, bitch!" the stepdad commanded.

"I know you swear you've got this fuck-wad trained, but he was a little punk asshole. With the number of times I whipped that boy's ass, no way I'm trusting my dick in his mouth." The stepdad knew Eric was well-trained but strapped a ring gag into the boy's mouth. It was tugging on Eric's hair painfully, but he couldn't protest as one of the two men he hated the most started to fuck his face.

Eric's throat was raw by the end, but he'd grown pretty good at handling big dicks. The man also tried to last as long as possible, which was tiring. Eric slumped down, trying to recover. His stepdad was horny, though, and grabbed the boy by his ears, and pulled the gaping mouth onto his engorged cock.

While using the boy, the men had a conversation about the man's oldest son Biff. It turned out that he was the man's favorite foster child, mostly it seemed, because he was a "tough" jock. He was the only one the parents actually seemed to give a shit about. They'd grown disillusioned with parenting, but just kept the boys so they could cash the government's child welfare checks.

But Biff was the man's pride and joy, and he seemed to think that the criminal was somehow not really at fault. "He's just got a mean streak, and a mother-fucker of a libido. He needs to stop beating his girlfriends. They leave him, he gets despondent, and gets in trouble." Somehow the man saw his terrible, cruel son as a victim, and Eric was the real bad influence.

"Well, maybe Eric can provide a little therapeutic relief for your poor son once he gets out of jail. When did you say he was getting out on probation?"

"I pick him up tomorrow at noon! His mom and I are so happy. Can we swing by in the evening?"

Eric, still with his stepdad's dong in his mouth, was horrified.

"Perfect! I'm sure Eric will be thrilled." He spoke slowly, pushing the boy's head fully onto his dick as he pronounced each syllable. He came in the boy's throat on the word "thrilled." The boy choked on it, spilling some of his dad's load. He was face-slapped for his incompetence, and his stepdad merely pointed at the fluid. Dutifully, he dropped to his knees and licked up the jism.

***

His stepdad was feeling slightly tired in the afternoon and decided he needed what he called a "suck-nap." Eric would help. He was instructed to change into his pink panties, cuff his own hands behind his back, and come up to his dad's room. He didn't like being made to lock himself up, but such was the control the man had. The only real choice was getting punished until he did it anyway. So a few minutes later he was up in the man's room, looking super cute in his scanty feminine garment.

The idea of a suck-nap was that the boy would blow him, which always left him nice and tired, so he'd fall asleep. He insisted the boy keep his cock in his mouth until he woke up. He used the honor system: the boy was too scared to disobey. He turned on his webcam in case he felt like checking later.

"Blow me and I'll tell you when to stop!" Eric crawled onto the bed and knelt deeply and sucked his awful stepdad to orgasm, which he swallowed, knowing it'd make a mess otherwise that he'd be punished for.

A few minutes later, the man was snoring loudly, and Eric knelt still breathing the man's scent with the now-soft dick waiting in his mouth. He noticed it was slowly getting hard again. Eventually the man started whimpering a little and slightly rocking his hips, still snoring the whole time. The man was now quite erect. Eric had enough experience to sense that he was about to receive a load. As an encore performance, it was a small emission, and he dutifully swallowed it. It was the first time he could remember being used by someone who was sleeping.

He remained kneeling with the flaccid cock in his mouth for some time. The doorbell rang. In a bit of a stupor he tried to remember who was supposed to be coming over.

His stepdad awoke and spent a minute pulling the boy's panties up and adjusting them. He groped the boy for a while, admiring how the nice underwear accentuated the boy's butt. The doorbell rang again.

"OK, time to go meet your foster family!" Suddenly Eric remembered that they were coming by with their horrible, horrible son. He groaned, realizing that being naked but for pink underwear and handcuffs was a bit disadvantageous. His stepdad attached a collar and leash to the boy and led him, panicking, to the front door.

***

The foster parents and their son Biff were looking stern and unpleasant, but their mood brightened when they saw the pathetic, wimpy, pale lad who they'd disdained for years. Although the house was very nice, it was very obvious that he was unhappy and under constant duress. These thoughts gave way to laughter as they noted the frilly underwear and dog collar.

"It's nice to meet you all!" the stepdad said, not missing a beat. "Like the underwear?" he asked Biff, fresh out of jail.

His foster mother grabbed his chin and shook his head lightly: "Well, he's still a cute little boy!" She gave him a playful slap. "Oh he's so slappable when he's cuffed." She slapped him harder a few times, getting into a rhythm. "You runaway ungrateful shit." She was now slapping his face so fast and hard his ears were ringing. "Do you know how much trouble you caused us?" Eventually, she grew bored and stopped.

She liked to yell at the boy for running away, but the truth is they never reported it or looked for him, just kept cashing the welfare checks.

The stepdad handed the boy's leash to the ex-con Biff. "Wanna take him for a spin?" He clearly did. "Eric, take him to your room." Turning to the man holding the leash, "He's got a lot of toys to play with. Don't be gentle!"

The three remaining adults admired the pretty boy as he was led off. They had drinks in the living room. The foster parents said they were worried about Biff, saying that he was a good boy that just needed a way to relieve stress. They felt masturbating was a sin, but acknowledged that he needed to nut somehow. He was too abusive to have a girlfriend.

The stepdad smiled: it was obvious how Eric would fit into this plan.

The foster parents agreed to pay a monthly fee (to the stepdad, not to Eric, of course), in order to buy his son daily sex plus he'd be allowed to administer Eric's punishments if he needed a little more stress relief. (His step-parents found excuses to punish the boy so often that the young man was allowed to beat Eric more-or-less anytime he felt like it.)

They were shaking hands enthusiastically when Eric and Biff returned. They were both flush: Eric with embarrassment and anger and frustration; Biff from his recent orgasm.

"I love that you make him wear this thing." Biff tapped the cock-cage (the boy's underwear had been left in his room). "I was always worried this faggot would fantasize or jack-off about me." His foster parents also were enthusiastic, and took one of the coach's cards that the stepdad kept around.

But Eric whined in protest, "I'm not gay!"

The adults in the room laughed, and his stepdad slapped him lightly, saying, "Don't contradict your brother!"

***

So began additional fuckings and beatings for Eric. The step-parents purchased a bunch of lingerie that Biff selected from a website, which they would force him to wear around the house all the time. They were constantly harassing him, and would make him get into provocative poses and take photos. "We'll send these out to Aiden and Daniel!" Great, Eric thought, I'd hate for my best friends to miss my lowest moment.

Suddenly, one day, Biff's visits stopped. Eric managed to ask his stepdad what happened. It turned out that he caught him stealing, so he had to fire him. But he found the troubled man a job as a guard at Aiden's brothel. "Small world, huh?"

Eric was fascinated by this turn of events. "Isn't the brothel worried about hiring a thief?"

"No, because they don't call the police if a guard steals. They make the guard into a whore."

Eric smiled knowing that his asshole foster brother would fuck up in no time. He pictured Biff being whipped to the point of bleeding. It was the first happy thought he'd had in a while.

Chapter 38
Scott's Gang Rape.

Scott thought the cam-show was the worst experience of his life, but his day was just getting started. In fact, the only reason he got such a gentle start was that they didn't want to damage him too soon.

Scott was led into a large room with strange padded leather furniture. He was strapped to a leather fuck bench. He was looking straight down at the ground, terrified because he now knew he was about to get raped. He was right about that, but he didn't grasp the scope: he'd get fucked at least a dozen times before noon.

The guard wasn't content with that, though. He wanted the boy to be constantly spit-roasted, but thought it'd be awkward to face-fuck him while he was looking straight down.

To correct his posture, the guard found a metal "nose-hook", a device with two blunt hooks attached to a rope. Those went in his nostrils, and then went through a pulley on the ceiling. The man pulled in the slack, yanking the boy's head upward by the nostrils. He pulled, bending the boy's neck back, until he could raise the boy's head up no further. He couldn't move his mouth up or down: it was just waiting for someone to stick his dick in.

He was mostly blinded by his long blond bangs, which made him look sexy and dumb at the same time.

The guard couldn't resist fucking the cute face. The gagging and sputtering caused him to move a tiny bit left and right, but it actually felt good on the man's dick, and he felt no need to further tighten the boy's bonds. He slapped the boy on his firm ass as he walked away.

The guests were starting to arrive. They each had a number corresponding to how much they'd paid. The more money, the earlier they'd get to fuck. The first lucky gentleman lined his horny dick up with the nearly flawless ass. He rammed it in and the boy made a whining sound out of his opened mouth. The man sped up, ecstatic. He deposit his load in the boy, collapsing onto him, breathing hard into the boy's back. "Next!" he said, and moved to cleaning his dick in the unwilling mouth.

The boy was used pretty steadily for a while. After the men had gone once, champagne and cigars were distributed and the boy was fucked less frequently. A few hours later, he was released and led back to his little cage. He was disappointed, in a way, to not be with Aiden, but he was happy to be a little less cramped.

He was still groggy when the guard opened his cage and shoved him in front of the monitor. The boy received his first order from the online perverts, and his first solo cam-show began. He looked unhappy and pissed off: this enticed the men, ensuring his popularity. The computerized system logged five appointments for the newly-minted rent-boy almost instantly.

Chapter 39
Family Trip to Aiden.

The step-parents knew how swanky Aiden's brothel was supposed to be and were as excited as Eric was to visit their stepson. They'd been cashing checks from his efforts for a while.

At the brothel, Todd was quite enthusiastic about planning activities for Aiden and Eric to do together.

Nobody told Aiden anything. It was a deliberate strategy to keep the boy-whores off-kilter; it made them scared and anxious.

Similarly, everyone agreed that although Aiden and Eric should be allowed – forced, really – to be around each other, they should have little or no time to privately converse.

Before meeting, the boys were prepared for the first scene. Each was fitted with a combination gag-dildo. It was sort-of like a typical penis gag, except a large purple rubber phallus extended out of the wearer's mouth, around the length of a large erection.

And this is how the boys got to greet each other. It was a highly emotionally-charged event: they were crying out of happiness. But it was also a ridiculous-looking and frustrating one. The adults in the room were unable to stop laughing at how absurd the boys looked with their huge purple "noses." And the boys couldn't even talk to each other to commiserate.

The video-camera system turned on, showing the boys embracing, looking clownish with the attached dildos. The first instruction appeared on the monitor: "Blondie: fuck Urchin." (Urchin was Eric's slut-name for the week, and that was his name on the web-cam site.)

They were instructed to flip several times, fucking each other with their faces harder and faster. It was trickier than it looked.

The show culminated in a 69-like position, both boys nodding their heads to fuck the other's ass. As this finale was underway, the brothel's owner and his son Todd joined the step-parents and watched the boys rhythmically screw each other, neither deriving any pleasure from it. Mostly they were hoping it'd be over soon.

The owner found two straps which were fastened to the back of the gag and all the way through the other's chastity cage and back. When tightened the boys were forced into each other, deeply fucking, and unable to pull back out. They admired his handiwork as the boys wiggled around, trying in vain to get comfortable. "That should keep them busy until the next show in 30 minutes!"

"Can't they unbuckle that strap?" the stepdad seemed concerned.

"Good point!" the owner found two sets of mitts in the closet, rendering the boys' hands useless. "OK, now let's go on a tour!" He left the video-camera on so random dudes on the internet could watch them writhe.

***

The step-parents were excited to walk around the premises; the whole place was concealed so they had seen nothing besides the underground parking, a hallway, and the boy's room.

First the owner showed them around the current floor. "It's completely contained. The boys are never allowed off this floor!" He showed them a gym, a doctor's office, and a number of rooms containing specialized equipment, like a glory-hole box, examination chairs and tables, and a massive adjustable fuck bench. "That one's for really big gang-bangs!" he enthused.

The sub-basement was quite plain compared to the rest of the building, which had indoor pools, game rooms, and a nice restaurant.

"How did you ever decide to build a place like this?" the stepdad asked. He was looking around like a kid at an amusement park.

The owner explained that he'd worked in construction. But he loved to indulge his darker proclivities, mostly boy-sex, in private. Over the years he'd met more perverts he recognized as potential customers as well as sources of boy-whores. "Like you two," he gestured to the step-parents, "they are often the same people!" The step-parents smiled proudly. "I've got a proposition, but I don't want us to be late for the boys' next cam-show."

***

"Somehow, Todd found out that both your boys think that Dance Dance Revolution is, and I quote, 'gay'. So, naturally, they're going to compete in a DDR battle. We'll make sure they're dressed appropriately."

The owner was explaining the scene as he walked. When he opened the door, guards were forcing the boys to put on frilly underwear. Aiden's had black stockings and a garter belt, and extremely lacy panties. Eric wore pink stockings that really accentuated his chastity tube. Neither wore shoes nor anything above the waist.

Naturally, matching perforated ball-gags completed the picture. As Todd said, "They're really gonna need to breathe for this! But I still don't want them to talk!" Neither boy was ready for the hard aerobic workout that they were in for.

Eric first. He was presented with a menu of rock and hip-hop music that was modern and popular. Maybe this won't be so bad, he thought as he went to select a rap song he'd liked. Unfortunately, the menu was internet controlled and on came a Rick Astley song. Fuck! he thought, Not only am I dancing to the gayest song of the 80s, I'm rickrolling the audience! It was an easy song but Eric had no experience and kept missing moves and getting shocked. The audience was a bit unruly and gave him a lot of extra "teaser" shocks just because they were amused at the song choice.

The rest of the time Aiden and Eric would alternate between dancing and watching. The audience mostly chose terrible boy bands with occasional children's music – nothing remotely good. When they weren't dancing, they were required to stand there and watch each other or get shocked. The audience didn't want them to miss any possible embarrassment.

"OK, this is getting a bit too much to watch." Todd announced after 5 minutes, the bully finally having seen the limits of his appetite for humiliation. "Damn, look at the money their cam-show is getting though!" To the boys, he yelled "Dance hard boys!" The dancing one missed a beat and got a shock from someone on the internet. Turning to the parents, "The viewers pay good money, so they'll keep an eye on them!"

With that, they retired to the owner's spacious office.

***

"Simply put," the owner began, "I want to start a franchise at your house. I've got so many clients and boys, but not enough space. And lots of customers are closer to you anyway!"

The step-parents were flabbergasted. They'd been thinking of taking their boy-abuse to the next level and this was just the sort of offer they wanted! "We'll do it!" the stepdad said, so excited he was almost yelling. His wife was nodding enthusiastically.

They all shook hands, confident that they'd all benefit immensely from this relationship.

***

Upon returning, Aiden was sweating, dancing away at some high-pitched kid song. "Dear god, that's horrible," the brothel's owner said, immediately cutting off the song. Aiden looked a bit relieved despite panting heavily.

"Boys, it's lunch time, but first, I'm horny." The owner had a thing for sweaty, panting boys, and Aiden was looking fine. He pushed him to his knees into doggy position, and stretched the thin, lacy underwear to the side. Aiden stuck out his ass instinctively: he knew the penetration would hurt less that way, but the owner saw it as very slutty looking, which he liked. The stepdad followed suit with Eric while Todd decided to take a test run with Eric's mouth, after pulling out the gag. He switched to Aiden's ass after his dad was done, and finally to Aiden's mouth to clean off after coming.

All three men were sated, but for the boys it was lunchtime. Todd had come up with a plan that only a schoolyard bully would invent. Not only would they be eating their lunches out of each others' ass-cracks, their lunch was chosen to be their most hated foods. In preparation, he had asked the step-mom what foods the boys absolutely refused to eat. That, of course, is exactly what they'd be served.

Eric would eat first. The bully had Aiden lie with his head under the bed-frame, affixing him via a collar. His hands were left free: they'd be of little use. His ankles were tied to the corners of the bed, far apart. He was in an exposed position with his ass straight-up and cheeks spread wide. With that Todd took a bowl of unseasoned avocado-mayonaisse salad, and smeared it across the exposed hole and crack. "Lunch is served!"

He grabbed Eric by the collar and pushed his face into the disgusting salad. He tried to puke, but his stomach was empty except for a little sperm. He got a strong electrical shock, then ten seconds later, the stroke of a whip. With trepidation he began licking at the food. They found they had to keep whipping him to get him to finish, but eventually he got most of the food eaten. "Now hurry up and lick it all clean!" He licked the whole butt area, including the hole, with broad strokes of this tongue. It tickled a bit when he cleaned the hole. "Now, suck the hole in case any got in there." Eric grimaced then obeyed. A little sperm came out but not much else.

The boys were switched and it was Aiden's turn to be disgusted. He was really adamant about not eating shrimp or eggs, but today his horizons would be expanded by a lunch of shrimp and hard-boiled-egg salad. Dear god, I can't do this! he thought as saw the revolting mixture all slowly warming up on his step-brother's hot little butt. His closet was full of paddles, rods, and prods which were gradually able to force him to overcome his aversion.

***

The adults left Todd to manage the captive boys, his playthings, for now. He had a guard bring in a sturdy loveseat from the waiting area. It had two square cushions that were packed together quite snugly. He had Aiden lie on his back, with his head on the crack between them. Todd squished the boy's head down so it was jammed in between the cushions, immobile. Sound was very muffled for him, but he didn't need to hear.

Todd pulled down his pants and ordered, "Lick my ass!" and sat on the boy's face. He was nearly suffocating, but still managed to obey. A mere hand gesture was sufficient to get Eric into position sucking his cock.

To distract himself into a longer orgasm, he started playing Call of Duty on the system that the boys had been forced to play DDR on earlier.

He noticed Eric seemed to be getting distracted by the sound of the game, so he put some headphones on him. From the "annoying music" folder he kept for this purpose he selected a theme song from some 80s sitcom and put it on repeat, full volume. After an hour of playing, Eric would spend the next month trying to get the song out of his head.

Once he came, he put the game aside, and gagged Aiden and put him back in his cage, and put Eric in the trunk of his step-parents' car. He went up to join the adults.

***

His dad had been making arrangements for the planning and construction of the next generation of boy brothel on the step-parents' property. The terms were very fair. One question the stepdad asked was, "Where do you get your boys?"

"Immigrants, refugees, criminals. It's easy to get boys in some parts of the world. But you get the big bucks for white Americans like your boys."

That really got the stepdad thinking. Where had he seen a lot of American boys lately?

They all shook hands again. The owner and his son waved goodbye as they drove off, Eric locked in the trunk. "Come by again!"

"Hopefully you'll come by our place instead!"

Chapter 40
A New Scout Troop.

One morning, Eric was getting fucked on a big wooden desk, with his head pressed down on its side by the sweaty palm of his stepdad. He had no real choice but to stare at the man's calendar, and he noted an event the following week. It said: "Pussyboy Scouts." Eric wanted to ask, but his dad was in a bad mood and had made him wear a ball gag. Still, he thought about it every day until the big event.

On that day, he was allowed to wear his scouting uniform.

As the guests arrived, the boys were talking about the purpose of the meeting. Several boys had heard their dads talking about an Initiation. Eric couldn't help but notice that all the dads in attendance had taken a card from his stepdad in the "chastity demonstration" tent.

He also noticed that on the whole, the boys leaned toward artistic rather than athletic, wearing things like earrings, long hair, necklaces, and wristbands. So far, the stepdad had managed to vet eleven dads, with Eric bringing the troop up to 12 boys. Many other dads had expressed interest.

The boys chatted on the lawn. One of the boys jokingly mentioned Eric's chastity device, causing him to look a little sad. Realizing that his joke had fallen a little flat, the kid tried to recover. "I couldn't take it; I jack off like 100 times a day."

"Man, you need a girlfriend!" Daniel said, as he whacked the joker on the head. "I only jack off 50 times a day!"

Everyone laughed, including Eric, who was trying to not think about his own dick for a minute.

About 15 minutes before the meeting start, Eric's stepdad came out. "Hey, do you guys want to play a game and burn off some energy?"

A murmur of enthusiasm. The stepdad suggested, "How about a game of Keep Away? In particular, Keep Away from Eric!" He dangled the key to Eric's chastity cage. "This is the key to his chastity tube; I think he might want it!" He tossed the key to the tallest boy, and sat back to watch the whole troop torment Eric, who was so exasperated and emotional he was almost guaranteed to fail. Several times the key got lost in the tall grass, but Eric never managed to find it first.

***

Finally he rang a bell for the meeting to begin. Eric looked like he was about to cry so his stepdad pulled him into a private room.

For a second, Eric was expecting a motivational speech or something, but the truth was that his stepdad was just turned-on by the kid's ordeal. He started french kissing and groping the unwilling, distraught boy. He was rock-hard but realized he had a meeting to conduct. "Fuck you for making me so horny!" he said, slapping the boy across the face, as though it were somehow his fault. "I'll deal with you later, but for now I've got a meeting to lead."

***

"OK, troop, since you all prevailed at Keep Away, everyone gets to learn a magic trick!"

The dads were well-prepared for this.

They handcuffed themselves with some toy handcuffs, and demonstrated how to "pick the lock" with a paperclip. They did it a few times so the boys could watch.

They had the boys sit down so they could practice more comfortably, although the real reason was so that they were each close to some eye-bolt drilled into the garage floor. The fathers cuffed the boys, swapping the toy cuffs for real police-grade restraints; there was no way that a mere paperclip would pick them. Furthermore, they insisted on cuffing the boys behind their backs. Once they were secured, a small padlock attached the cuffs' chains to the eye-bolts. The boys were very trapped, but still thought they'd be able to pick the lock. They handed their sons the useless paperclip.

"OK, gentlemen, let's leave the boys to practice. I've got beer…" Eric looked like he was trying to hide, so his stepdad ordered him, "Eric, come with us!"

***

Once beers were distributed, in the main house, he announced in front of all the men, "Eric, your punishment for losing the Keep Away game is that you have to blow every dad here who wants it." He set the boy on his knees in a private room. "I know it's rude for the host to go first, but I can't help myself. Forgive me, gentlemen!" he said, grinning broadly.

With that he closed the door and face-fucked the boy hard. Once the boy had swallowed his cum, and gently sucked any residual out of his dick, the man pulled up his fly and opened the door. "Who's next? Please don't go easy on the boy, we've got a lot to cover in the meeting so we're on the clock."

Despite the pep talk it still took Eric an hour of intense oral sex to satisfy the men. They walked back to their struggling sons much more relaxed. Eric's jaw and throat were sore.

***

The boys had mostly figured out that their task was impossible, but some were still vainly attempting to jam a paperclip into the locking mechanism.

"Well, you guys need more practice! But it'll probably make the next part of the meeting go more smoothly! Boys, your fathers have decided to try solving your behavioral problems the same way we solved Eric's." He patted the boy on his trembling blond head. "Gentlemen, show the boys their new cages!"

Each father showed his boy the chastity device he'd selected for the teenage son to wear. They had talked to the coach individually and they were custom made to the parents' perverted tastes.

Some were pink, or transparent. Most seemed small – they were designed to be snug when the boy was completely flaccid – everyone agreed "smaller is better" in such things. Daniel's might have been the most stylish, made of polished chrome.

Showing the boys the devices caused a panic among the helpless boys. They were so cute. Some started screaming, but to no avail. Conveniently the situation had caused the boys' penises to shrink a lot, making the dads' job quick and easy. Eleven chastity devices clicked and locked. The dads taunted the boys with the keys that were now their only hope for freedom. They'd been engraved with the boy's name.

"OK Boys, your fathers are worried about you. Some of your interests don't comport with how men in your family are supposed to behave. Furthermore, excessive masturbation was rampant. So, in the next month, you need to prove yourselves men!"

"What if we don't pass?" one of the boys asked.

The stepdad ignored him and went on, "You are going to ceremonially give your chastity device's key to Eric, and when you come back next month, any boys that have been well-behaved will get unlocked!" He paused; the boys were still freaking out. "If you don't cooperate, these devices have a handy industrial-strength testicle shocker. So I guess your choice is to be good, or endure the most painful experience of your life. Your choice, but we need to test out your shockers before we uncuff you."

One by one, the boys were shocked, and they jerked and wiggled in their restraints then were released. They stood up looking dazed.

Eric was given a little bag. "Eric will collect the keys from the boys," his stepdad announced. He knew the boys were going to hate him.

One of the boys tried to bolt, but the dad was quick on the remote, and shocked the boy a few times. His hands were cuffed above his head and given a long hard whipping by several of the dads. Once released, he curled up in a fetal position for a few minutes before his dad handed him the key. Broken, he stumbled in pain up to Eric, looked hatefully into his eyes. "Don't forget to thank Eric for giving me the idea of locking you up!"

If the boy's expression could kill, Eric would have died. "Thanks, Asshole!".

The remaining boys agonizingly were made to comply. Daniel was crying and Eric felt terrible as he asked: "Why on earth would you read that essay? You've fucked all of us over."

Eric tried to explain but was immediately interrupted by a shock to the balls. He decided to shut up.

The boys were allowed to dress then play outside for an hour. They were a lot less cheerful this time. Eric tried to hide to avoid being beat up or something.

***

Inside, the parents were talking about the new possibilities for their boys. These adults were a deviant bunch. They were brought together by an interest in locking their boys in chastity after all.

The only other requirement for the troop was that all of the fathers wanted to swap their boys around for sex. When recruiting parents, the stepdad asked that question with the utmost delicacy, but the response was always quite positive. He expected the troop to grow.

The stepdad asked just one thing: "Don't take their cherries until I say so!" Most weren't interested in incest anyway.

One of the dads pretended to be disappointed and asked: "What about oral?"

"If you think it's safe – and you are ok with using your own boy – go for it!" the stepdad encouraged. "But remember, they have teeth!" All the dads laughed.

Chapter 41
Commitment to the Troop.

In a month, another scout gathering was scheduled. Most of the boys believed they were going to be unlocked, but Eric had a feeling they were in for disappointment. Some talked about how they'd been avoiding their girlfriends the whole month, not wanting the chastity tube to be discovered. Another boy wistfully joked that with so much free time he'd started three new hobbies. Several asked Eric incredulously how he handled it.

One of the boys claimed it gave him more focus, but Eric knew the truth: his attention span was mere seconds long because he was constantly horny. The other boys all teased the kid: "Oh maybe you should keep it on like Eric."

"No fucking way!" the boy apparently didn't care about focus that much. "I need to bust a nut so hard!" He rubbed his encased crotch with his hand, and closed his eyes, fantasizing about masturbating.

Inside the house, the parents were comparing notes on the virtues of the new regime. All agreed that the ball-shockers were highly useful, and really felt that the boys had become easier to control. They pointed out the other merits, that their sons weren't "wasting any time on girls" and "doesn't use as much tissue." They were all very enthusiastic, as they had expected they would be.

Although they'd all enticed the boys to be good using the carrot of cock-freedom, they had no intention of releasing the boys. In fact, this was just the beginning.

Again, the boys were called into the garage. This time they were willing to cooperate: they were in fact on their best behavior, hoping that today would be the end of the miserable devices. Many of them had been repeatedly promised that.

So they, like idiots, were willing to remove their boy scout uniforms and underwear. Some dads told them to lose the socks and shoes: it was a matter of taste (for the dad to decide). Either way, each ankle was spread apart and cuffed to the floor. The adults snapped separate wrist cuffs and a collar on them, then drew each arm behind their boy, pushing it up his back until they were able to connect the cuff with a short chain to the collar. The boys found it quite uncomfortable. Even better, it left their adorable butts pleasantly exposed. The bondage had become more serious than the boys expected and one asked: "Could you make it a little looser maybe, it hurts?" His dad could have, but he wasn't going to.

Instead, in unison, the dads drew out ring gags. Any of the boys who resisted were shocked until they opened their mouths. The boys, who were arranged in two nice rows (Eric not included), looked comically exposed, and the wide-open mouths made them look silly and surprised. In reality, they were terrified.

"OK Gentlemen, the boys are looking good. I need to know your decisions on Question #1. The boys were confused – what was question #1?

They'd been stripped naked so they stood there wearing nothing but his chastity tube. In front of him were two heavy crucibles, one labelled "Yes" and the other "No".

One by one, Eric pulled the keys from his bag. He'd read the name on the key, looking like a deer in the headlights, and the dad would say "Yes" or "No". Except every single one said "Yes." Once a few boys were in the Yes category, a sense of relief was palpable. Surely this was the group that obeyed and would be released; many of these guys had been assured by their seemingly cool parents that today would be their uncaging.

"Boys, you guys deserve congratulations!" The dads clapped; the boys' bondage was a bit too severe to make much noise, but they looked happy nonetheless. "You're going to be improved, just like Eric!" Eric blushed at the attention he suddenly drew. But the boys were horrified. Did this mean they weren't going to be released? "The coach assured me that he didn't save the imprint of these keys, so they are the only ones. Furthermore, he doesn't know any way to unlock them without the key!" This was a lie, but he really enjoyed the reaction it got. "Maybe someone can, but he thinks it's impossible."

He pressed a button and the TV lit up: "Question #1: Should the boy be in chastity permanently?"

"A lot of fathers asked whether they should wait and continue with temporary chastity. My advice is: no, that's just a waste of time. Eventually the boy keeps bothering you to unlock him, so annoying. You can keep punishing him, but he'll keep asking. But once you switch to a permanent device, no more questions. So that's why I recommended it, and you all should be so happy your dads agreed. Think of all the time you'll be saving!"

"And money on girlfriends!" one of the dad's added.

"And I'll save money on whores!" one dad joked.

"Actually we're about to make money on whores!" everyone in the room burst out in uproarious laughter. Well, except for the terrified twinks. Some of the men started unzipping their flies in preparation.

"Gentlemen, let's not get ahead of ourselves, we have a ceremony to perform." Turning to "his" boy, "Eric, fire it up!" The poor boy had been wondering why his stepdad had shown him how to use the acetylene torch. He knew the boys would never forgive him as he pressed the sparking mechanism to ignite an intense blue flame. You could hear the boys trying to scream "No" through their gags and Eric received a shock to the balls for pausing. His stepdad forced him to melt all the keys down to a red-hot puddle of liquid.

"Oh, almost forgot yours!" the stepdad said, removing a key from around his neck and tossing it onto the puddle, where it immediately started to deform. Now it was Eric's turn to scream, "No!"

"Ok, fun time!"

Like a drill-instructor, he yelled, "Rotate!" and the men shifted to the boy to the left, with the left-most dad moving to the far-right. (Many of the men didn't want to use their own boys.)

The men pushed the well-bound teens to their knees, their held-open mouths now at a convenient cock-height. The men had different styles: some held the head steady and fucked it; others would palm the boy's head, forcefully using the opened mouth to massage his cock; others would pinch hard the boy's ears, manipulating him by making him try to move around to minimize the pain.

"Switch!" the men switched to new boys. The stepdad was playing host rather well now, but was getting very turned on, so he had Eric fellate him the rest of the time. He had the men switch a few times, until all of them finally came.

The men went into the house, leaving the helpless boys on their knees. Eric was dragged along with the men, in case anyone needed a inter-session BJ and didn't feel like walking to the garage.

***

After a few beers, it was time to work on more scouting stuff. When they returned to the bound troop, the stepdad announced: "Boys! It's time to work on your Enema Merit Badge." It was hard to tell what they thought with their mouths held open. Probably most had no idea what an enema was. He'd had Eric fill up five large bags in advance, probably enough for the ten lads.

Eric was made to show them how the bag worked, lubed the nozzle, filled himself up, and said "Now wait for five minutes." The doctor had emphasized that during his own enema training.

After a minute, the silence was getting awkward and the stepdad said: "Guys, might be a good time for a face-fuck break." He asked Eric: "What's the harm in waiting longer than five minutes?"

Eric began: "It becomes more uncomfortable the longer you wait…"

That wasn't a very tactical answer. His stepdad said, "Gentlemen, relax, have a beer, or face-fuck a boy. Eric will wait as long as necessary before resuming the demonstration." He positioned the boy in the center of the room and attached a collar which he then tethered to a rafter. He went off to grab yet another beer or two.

***

When the men were sated, the stepdad returned and admired Eric's evident discomfort. They thought the boy still managed to look a little embarrassed, despite the near non-stop degradation and a gut full of water.

It was time to release the boy. He'd never moved so fast – he was on the toilet in literally two seconds. A loud evacuating sound and his heavy breathing could be heard from the silent main room. He flushed the toilet and returned. His abusive stepdad applauded and the rest of the dads joined in. It was impressive how hard he was blushing. It was nice to know that he hadn't reached the limit of his humiliation. His stepdad determined to try harder.

The boys were paired off, and each had to administer an enema to the other (Eric got an extremely unnecessary extra one). The dads were encouraged to whip and shock the hell out of them, in order to make sure that they stayed in line.

With enough coaxing the boys were thoroughly cleaned out. The dads had agreed to delay fucking, even though all were tempted. Instead they were encouraged to give the boys plenty of oral practice. The boys were often traded among the men for days at a time – variety was key. The next meeting would be the boys' collective deflowering.

The dads were getting ready to go when the stepdad announced loudly: "We've added a new requirement for the Enema Merit Badge." The quasi-scout-troop collectively groaned.

Eric came in, laden with a large bucket of ice water and an electric tea kettle.

"First off, very cold enemas." He had Eric fill the bags from the ice water bucket and start pumping the icy liquid into the boy rectums. The boy's were cramping up and bending over in pain, holding their little tummies. Most were shivering a bit by the end and were extremely happy when their 5 minutes was up and they were dismissed to use the toilet.

Using the kettle he got the enema liquid to 140°C) and filled the boys yet again. They were still in pain, clenching their stomachs, but now they were sweating profusely. Again they were so happy to finish!

The stepdad gave some parting commands. "Enemas every morning and evening for the next month, and no cutting your fingernails!" The boys were mystified by the instructions, but ultimately, they were just happy to be leaving this freakish place.

Chapter 42
The Departure of Daniel.

Life sometimes gives you lemons. In this case, Daniel's father accepted a job offer across the country and would have to withdraw his son from the perverted troop. But he loved the group, and planned to start a new chapter of the Pussyboy Scouts in his new home. Eric was going to be very sad as Daniel was his best friend.

Ever since meeting Eric's stepdad, Daniel's dad grew contemptuous towards Daniel, who took after his mother in unbecoming ways. "Pussyboy" increasingly seemed like the right role for him. The final straw was his whiny objection to his dad's need to relocate. His dad was so angry that he asked the stepdad to finish the boy's initiation as brutally as possible, as punishment. Of course the stepdad was delighted to help, and enlisted the coach and doctor.

At the same time, some of the boys' dads had complained that without a glimmer of hope the scouts were despondent. "What exactly is the problem?" the evil stepdad retorted. They answered that they found it hard to manipulate the boys and so they were boring.

The stepdad figured that Daniel could bid farewell to the troop via video chat, right before his private initiation. His departure would seem to be on a motivational, optimistic note.

The stepdad picked up the Doctor and drove to Daniel's house in order to make the video. He knew Daniel's dad might need to get his rocks off during the long evening, so a blindfolded, gagged, and confused Eric rode in the trunk. The stepdad had prepared a script, and a trap for Daniel, of course. He pulled into the family's enclosed garage.

"Well, Daniel, congratulations on your dad's new job. Your dad doesn't think you'll get through airplane security with your chastity tube, so the coach has figured out how to get it off!"

Daniel looked happier than seemed humanly possible. They do look adorable when they're happy! the stepdad reflected. He'd spent so much time making them miserable he'd almost forgotten why he got into abusing them in the first place.

But he added: "I need you to shoot a farewell video for the scouts." The wicked stepdad gave him a monologue to read:

Hey guys! I'm moving out. I'm going to miss you guys so much!

But I'm not going to miss this thing. [hold up chastity tube] I hate this thing so fucking much. But my dad needed it removed and it turned out that the coach figured out a way to remove it!

Anyway, I can't talk long. [car horn beeps] Guys, that's my girlfriend, I've gotta go.

The boy protested: "Do I have to include my girlfriend?" He wasn't sure he wanted to say goodbye to her even without the tube: he'd been avoiding her for weeks and wanted a clean start in a new town.

"Yeah, I think it makes the story more inspiring."

"OK, how I am I supposed to hold up the device when it's not actually removed yet?"

The stepdad looked concerned, then realized: "Oh, I have a set of the coach's samples in the car."

He returned with a briefcase full of random chastity tubes. He found a metal one similar enough to the boy's to use as a prop.

Daniel's father had developed a taste for disciplining the boy, so inspired him by saying: "Your gonna get a whipping for each extra take we have to film!"

The boy had actually taken theater class in school, and so managed to produce a believable cut in a mere 14 takes. The stepdad faked a call on his phone, and when he hung up, explained that the coach was caught in traffic, so he'd be an hour late.

The dad said, "Plenty of time for a whipping. What do you think, ten strokes per take?"

The stepdad played good-cop in the situation: "That's 140 strokes! He'll be a mess by then." Pausing to make it seem like he was being merciful: "Let's punish him with the chastity tube instead!"

"Great idea! It'll be the last chance before it comes off," the dad continued lying through his teeth.

They gave the boy the choice, but he didn't have a chance. He voluntarily stripped to allow access to the tube. He decided the chastity spike punishment was better: the whipping would hurt for days, after all. The dad got a screwdriver and tightened the spikes until it was pretty painful, but the boy had certainly endured worse. "One hour starts now!" All he had to do was not get hard at all, but with just the horrid men around, his dick was utterly flaccid. Still, he was very happy when he heard the coach's car pull up.

"Ok, shall we do this?" the coach said to Daniel on entering.

But his dad looked at his watch. "It's only been 57 minutes, he's got 3 to go." Turning to the men: "Can I offer you some beers?" The men started drinking, clinking their bottles, while the boy stood, breathing hard from pain and shifting his weight from foot to foot anxiously. The doctor offered the men little blue pills and they all took one, chased by a swig of beer.

"What was that?" the boy asked.

"Valium," the doctor responded, as rehearsed, "it helps us relax. Sometimes adults need help relaxing." He pretended to have an idea. "Actually, for this procedure, which involves a lot of sawing in the vicinity of your manhood, you may want one! Here." The boy hesitated, but took it, chased by a glass of water.

Now the clock had truly begun. The boy had not taken Valium, it was Viagra, and he was about to be very far from relaxed.

"OK, for this procedure, I need to immobilize you so I don't slip and hurt you," the coach said, while he examined the blade of a hacksaw. Daniel again hesitated but verbally agreed. The coach got out a wooden box, about the size of the boy's torso. He had the lad get on the ground on all fours, and slid the box underneath him. It had loops at each corner which he strapped tightly right above the boys knees and elbows, spreading his arms and legs wide, leaving him in a low crawl.

The boy found himself trapped, unable to reach the straps to detach himself. He was in a very fuckable position, that was clear. They weren't done: there was a long belt attached to the top of the box that they fastened around his slender waist, and drawing it tight forced him to arch his back and lewdly stick out his butt. He was just begging to be fucked now.

Daniel complained, "So are you going to remove the chastity device now? It's really starting to hurt." The stepdad snickered, revelling in the boy's gullibility.

The coach decided to press things further. "I think for this procedure we should carefully control your breathing."

"No, I don't think that's necess…" the boy's opinion was of little interest, and the coach simply ignored him and strapped a special gag on him. This one that didn't allow the boy to breath through his nose, only through a threaded hole around ½" diameter where his mouth was. The coach screwed in a rubber tube and funnel to the apparatus.

"OK, I think I killed two birds with one stone. We don't have to listen to any whining." He patted Daniel on his head condescendingly. "And we don't have to go to the bathroom to pee." He demonstrated by urinating into the funnel. "Boy, if you don't start swallowing, you're going to drown in my piss." At first the boy didn't understand or couldn't bring himself to swallow: it was hard to tell, but soon enough his adam's apple started moving and the level of piss in the funnel finally was going down. The coach spat in the funnel for good measure.

When Daniel had finished clearing the fluid, he started hyperventilating through the funnel.

In the meantime, the stepdad was tightening his bondage, adding weight to the box so he couldn't use his hands and feet to slowly drag himself around, and also putting mitts on him.

And at the same time, the doctor was spreading lube on the teenage asshole for a long viagra-fueled gangbang. "Wow! That viagra is really kicking in. How you like it, boy?"

Daniel already knew he'd been tricked, although he was completely helpless to do anything about it. His dick was already trying to get rock hard – so hard that it might have been a bit painful just naturally without any chastity tube at all. With the tube in its normal configuration it would have been throbbing agony; he'd had enough unwanted erections in it to know that. But with the spikes extended, it was mind-blowing pain. Impossible to concentrate; he could barely focus enough to drink the urine, but his instinct not to drown somehow prevailed.

As a result, when the doctor started pounding his virgin ass the boy didn't scream too much. For the next few hours, his entire existence was dick-pain, ass-pain, breath-control, and urine-drinking. He was beaded in sweat and was shaking weakly against the taut straps of his bondage. The men kept switching, although his dad decided not to actually screw his own boy, although he filmed the whole thing.

Nonetheless, Daniel's dad was horny, so Eric's stepdad tossed him the car key. He opened the trunk and admired the scared, blindfolded, and generally defenseless boy. He'd fucked men and women in the ass before, but never this young. He was giddy with excitement as he lined his cock up with the boy's hole, and pushed in. It felt so awesome when he started pumping that he just let himself go and finished in about 20 seconds. He slammed the trunk closed, not even bothering to tell the boy who he was, nor even letting him out of the trunk. Eric would never know where he was that evening.

As for Daniel, he lost track of who was fucking or whose piss he was drinking; it just didn't matter very much anymore.

The viagra wore off and the men were leaving. "Don't you think he looks too comfortable?" the coach noticed that lad seemed to be resting. "I think his viagra wore off."

"Well, I think he's just so tired he's falling asleep," the doctor diagnosed.

His dad went and grabbed a tall iced-coffee from the fridge. He dumped a ton of sugar into and the doctor crushed up a viagra and added it to the concoction. "That should do it!" they agreed that this would make comfort for the boy impossible. They slapped the boy to rouse him and dumped the stimulating beverage into his funnel. Of course he had no choice but drink it.

The stepdad, doctor, and coach were tired too, and left, but the dad grabbed a brew and smoked a cigarette, and admired how sexy the well-bound lad looked. He didn't have to wait long for the drugs and sugar to take effect. The boy was soon trying to fidget anxiously with abundant unreleasable nervous energy. Just a few minutes later he was whimpering in pain. The second viagra was kicking in. The father left his phone recording the twink's misery and fell into a lovely sleep.

The boy would suffer alone except for once or twice that his father needed to piss.

There was one true thing though: the boy couldn't take a plane with the metal chastity tube. Fortunately, his father knew a long haul trucker who ferried the boy to his new home in exchange for the sexual services en route. It truly was a new chapter for the boy: his dad had lots of wild ideas for his local Pussyboy Scout troop and his son would be at the center of it.

However, that's another story.

Chapter 43
The Pussyboy Scouts.

The stepdad's troop's monthly meeting was just a few days later.

The boys definitely looked more sullen now, but they were also a lot more obedient. They quietly talked among themselves, some wondering why Daniel wasn't there. Most of the dads were happy, but others felt like they needed a reward to motivate the boys. The stepdad was happy to inform them that he'd already figured it out.

The boys were assembled inside again – there was some talk of rebelling, but, true to form, the pussyboy scouts wimped out. To be fair, they were all a bit tired of getting their balls electrocuted. That's also why they didn't protest too much when they were gagged: they'd be shocked if they talked out of turn anyway, so there seemed to be no point in complaining about a gag.

The stepdad pretended that the pre-taped video of Daniel was a live call; it was edited to look like that. Since the boys couldn't talk to ask questions, it just seemed like an excited boy, eager to start a new life, free of chastity, and horny as hell to fuck his girl-friend. They were starting to get boned up just thinking about it. Eric would definitely have said something sarcastic, but today he was being treated like all the other scouts, which meant he was gagged.

They were looking at each other excitedly, unable to talk. The stepdad made up a deal, "OK boys, in six months, we'll look at your behavior and decide what to do about the chastity tubes." He loved lying to these hyper-gullible twinks. The boys were getting hard from a fictional girlfriend encounter; he was recalling Daniel's actual gangbang. The rest of these twerps were about to get their cherries popped.

The stepdad announced that it was time for troop photos. The boys posed in a few ways: a long row of 10 standing, kneeling, two rows.

They got a little suspicious when he told them to remove their shirts and tee-shirts, but leaving on their cute little neck-ties. Nonetheless they complied and posed for a few more photos.

They balked a little when he requested they remove their shorts, but he reminded them that obedience was required if they ever wanted to touch their dicks again. A few more photos later, he announced, "In this troop, during official meetings and activities, your uniforms now include special underwear. Go to your fathers and get them, thank them, and put them on."

Much to their chagrin, they received a pair of tight, lacy, extremely sexy pink panties. They were made of a stretchy material, and seemed unbelievably small. A few of the boys resisted or otherwise dissatisified their fathers: these little rebels were brought into line with some nice hard ball shocking.

The humiliation continued. The boys were made to form a pyramid for one photo, and sit on each others shoulders for another – all the while wearing the dainty underwear – it was transparent enough that you could discern the chastity tubes underneath.

But of course, even the underwear came off when the stepdad announced, "Time to show your enema skills. You have 15 minutes to get clean." The boys were well-practiced and didn't resist, self-administering three enemas in a row. "Time to validate." The stepdad donned a white cotton glove, with which he roughly probed the boys. Two left a faint stain on the glove, which pleased him. He let all the fathers take turn whipping and paddling the two unfortunate lads.

It was time to get to the main attraction for the evening. "Boys, get in a circle." Once they were well-distributed they were told to turn to the right and get on all fours. Each boy was staring directly into the next boy's ass; they were just inches from each other.

"OK Boys, I want two fingers from each hand into the asshole right in front of you." He generously added: "You can spit on your fingers for lube. You're going to learn the value of trimming your nails too!" The boys hadn't been allowed to trim their fingernails for a month, which was not going to feel good in their sensitive rectums!

They started with one finger, which probably wouldn't have been too bad. But the second finger really increased the stretching and the men let the boys acclimatize for a minute or two before getting to the second hand's fingers. There was a lot of groaning and expressions of disgust and pain. Eventually, they all achieved their anal goals. "OK, stay there!" The stepdad went for beer, leaving the boys continue to stretch the holes a little.

"OK boys time for your final initiation. We need to blindfold you. They stuck cotton pads to protect the boys' eyes and then used duct-tape to make an extremely rugged seal. There was no chance the boys could peek.

The boys' dads led them over to boxes that were quite similar to the one Daniel had been bound to. (One of the scout's dads had a woodworking shop and had had the boy working on the boxes all week, under the impression they were for planting flowers. He was instructed to sign his name, so a large "Mike" was on each; his signature would serve as a reminder to everyone of his stupid cooperation. The straps and cuffs were added by the stepdad.) They were weighed down so there would be no moving around.

The boys were pushed down to their hands-and-knees and metal cuffs were quickly snapped closed above their knees and elbows. A few additional straps refined their position. With their butts spread wide and sticking out, assholes visible, they were really living up to the "pussyboy" moniker.

The boys' names were thrown into a hat and drawn. The stepdad explained. "For most boys, your first time is a romantic experience. You might take a girl to dinner, get her ready, kiss, and work up to wonderful sex that you'll remember forever. Even if one moves on to other partners, boys remember their first time."

"You are not boys; you are pussyboys." This was the first time the adults had explicitly called the boys that. You could tell how pissed off and simultaneously embarrassed they were. "Pussyboys are simply not manly enough to please a woman, so they have to be used by men instead. Most men won't want much to do with you besides fucking you or letting you suck them. Often you won't be allowed to look at them; straight men are not comfortable being looked at by pussyboys. But that's not the reason today. Today, you are blindfolded so that you won't know who takes your cherry. Sluts like you don't get a romantic first time. Instead you're going to be used like a sex toy, treated like a piece of meat!" The dads applauded.

The boys' anger had given way to nausea and fear. Only Eric had taken a dick in his ass, so they had only a vague idea what they were in for. The men would spit-lube and go slowly – nobody wanted an injury – but they were sure to fuck hard enough to make the experience memorable.

All the men had eaten viagra for the occasion, and they were horny as fuck, and had been waiting forever, so they went three times, each time drawing a new boy at random. (They were allowed to draw again if they picked their own boy.) Surveying the hot, bound sluts, the stepdad noticed that a bit of come was leaking out of some of them.

He unlocked and unblindfolded Eric – his boy had been sufficiently well-beaten that he would cooperate. Nonetheless he decided to mitt his boy and locked his hands behind him. He found a pint glass and put it on the floor. "Collect the sperm into this cup!" The boy looked cute; he squinted slightly when he was confused. "Go suck it out of their butts!" Eric turned green: this seemed grosser than usual. His face scrunched up in disgust. His stepdad gave him a hard slap that knocked him to the ground. "Now!"

He crawled over to the nearest boy-ass, said a silent prayer, shook his head, and pursed his lips to match the shape of the asshole in front of his. His lips met the ass-lips and made enough of a seal to start sucking.

It wasn't that hard to get the cum out (the butt's owner was helping though). It was as disgusting tasting as he'd imagined, but at least it was physically easy. He realized that the only way to get it in the glass was to carry it in his mouth. Ugh.

Once the stepdad had seen him empty one boy, he decided to make it more annoying, so he moved the glass to the other side of the house and put it on a low but tricky-to-reach cabinet. This would make it a lot harder to get the sperm in the glass.

The men chatted as Eric spent the next 30 minutes extracting and ferrying the men's jism. He never had wanted to brush his teeth so badly.

He was in luck, because the final event of the evening was a kissing contest. For that, it was decided to have all the boys brush their teeth (although, for the most part, it was the dads who had the worst breath), giving Eric his opportunity to get the nastiness from his mouth. Each boy would make out with three different dads for five minutes. The dads would give each boy a score, 1 to 10.

The boy with the lowest total score had to drink the tall glass of semen and saliva (and more!) that Eric had tediously collected from the butts of his scouting peers. All the dads were taking videos as the boy, green with disgust, was ball-shocked into sipping the disturbing slime. They forced their sons to watch. "Can I rinse my mouth out now?" the loser foolishly asked.

"I'll rinse it out for you, pussy!" the stepdad announced, he had to piss and didn't mind a small mess in the garage. "Open wide!" he commanded, and once the well-worn lad obeyed, urinated powerfully with a wide spray all over the boy's face. Some other dads followed suit, but others were well-sated and ready to go.

The boys were released. The stepdad announced that they should take the "fuck box" they had been locked to as a gift they could use at home. He added to the dads, "The box is perfect for fucking AND whipping, it's really versatile!" They nodded in agreement. The boys were allowed to put on the girlie underwear and teamed up to load the boxes into their dads' cars. They were ungagged, but they were so humiliated, in pain, and upset that few words were spoken.

On the drive home, the parents congratulated the boys and told them they'd be wearing the pink underwear all the time going forward. The boys were ready to die, but that would be too easy for them.

***

By the next month's meeting, every single pussyboy had been whipped and fucked dozens of times. The men arranged private swaps and orgies, and had encouraged each other to find more abusers, and soon a whole network of boy-fuckers was getting their satisfaction from the troop. Heavy punishments had led to very few incidents of bad behavior. The stepdad always emphasized that if the boy seemed to be getting used to a certain level or pain, discomfort, or humilation, then the father had an obligation to intensify things until the boy could barely handle it.

For this meeting there was a big banner "Pussyboy Scout Troop Meeting." The stepdad added a phone number as he was always looking for "recruits."

The boys were not boringly depressed like last time, but the constant punishment and sex was definitely wearing them down. They still talked excitedly about school, music, movies, and video games though. Nobody thought even for a second about teasing Eric. They did talk about what they'd do when they finally got access to their penises back. They had a lot of grand ideas. Eric was skeptical, but kept it to himself.

Once the meeting was called to order, they learned that the theme was to choose "nicknames appropriate to the pussyboy scouting experience." A large number had been written on notecards and pinned to a bulletin board. The fathers were encouraged to shop around for a name they liked. The boys were instructed to close their eyes and wait to be surprised. Eric had to close his eyes too, but he already had a nickname for this week: "Cumdump." It was to be permanent, as his step-parents had grown tired of the weekly name changes.

Eventually the dads were satisfied and smirked as the boys read their new names. The boys hung their heads in shame at the perverse appellations. "Boytoy" "Buttslut" "Holes" "Fuckdoll" "Suckface" and so on. The boys had to pair off and write the names on each others' chests and backs.

They each had to film a video clip where they introduced themselves: "My name was Eric, but you should call me Cumdump." And then they read some advertisement the coach had written for his business. Then they had to slowly drop their shorts, revealing the skimpy panties as the camera slowly zoomed in. Then they had to pull those down revealing the chastity tube. The camera panned up to the boy's face.

It took a few hours but eventually they got videos that could be used for ads, or possibly just to blackmail the boys: the scouts were still worried about the rest of the kids at school finding out about their chastity status.

The fathers were super horny by now, and traded their boys around, sampling the boys' oral and anal skills. The boys were still limited in their experience, so the dads had to give them a lot of pointers, usually using the whip for emphasis.

***

After letting the boys put their clothes back on, the stepdad asked the boys if they'd ever seen any cool tattoos. The boys recalled full-torso dragons and skulls, or a genie rising from the smoke of a cigarette, or Celtic patterns. "So would you boys like a tattoo?"

Some said "Yes;" others wisely asked, "A tattoo of what?"

The stepdad didn't answer, instead saying, "Well, I guess it's really your dads' decisions." He turned to the dads, "Gentlemen, I know a tattoo artist who will happily emblazen your boy with his new slutty name. He'll do as many as you want, any size. He only charges one blowjob per letter." The stepdad handed out the man's business cards, as the men compared notes about tattoo placement. "You'll have to take him out of school if it's written on his forehead." "I think chest and back will make it easy to read." "I think having it on the butt and inner-thigh makes sense."

For the most part, they restrained themselves so their boy could still go out in public. Tramp stamps and "name-tag" tattoos on their breasts were most common. Hard-to-see tattoos in painful places like the soles of their feet or besides their cocks were also popular.

Chapter 44
Tricks For Treats.

With Halloween approaching, Eric's step-parents had been considering holding another Halloween party – they'd had such fun with Aiden – but Eric kept saying he wanted to go trick-or-treating instead. The stepdad was going to put his foot down, but his wife thought of another idea. She was confident she could make Eric regret having asked, have some fun, and brighten the day of some individuals less fortunate than herself.

She had been watching the local TV news which ran a scare piece about a trailer park which was populated entirely by gay child molesters and boy rapists who couldn't live elsewhere because of restrictive laws. She really felt sorry for these poor perverts, and realized Halloween would be a great time to lighten their mood!

Eric spent some time deciding on his costume, eventually settling on some super hero they'd never heard of. His step-mom found a picture online and joked, "I don't think you have time to get buff like that." She pinched her index finger and thumb almost fully around his skinny bicep to illustrate how puny he was. They laughed as Eric blushed.

"Besides," his stepdad continued teasing, "What superhero has 'Cumdump' tatttooed on their chest?"

"No," his step-mom said. "I think I've got a costume that'll fit you a bit better."

***

The big evening finally arrived and his step-mom excitedly announced: "Ready to unwrap your costume?" She held up a silver gift-box. "You're going to be a Boy-Slut."

The boy asked the obvious question: "Aren't I already a Slut? Stepdad calls me that all the time!"

He got the obvious response: "Don't talk back!" as she backhanded his face.

The costume was primarily slutty-looking, skin-tight, extremely skimpy leather shorts. He had a coarse fish-net shirt on. For his feet he was supposed to wear high-heels boots which were laced tightly up to his knees. These weren't really authentic rent-boy gear, but rather, a way to make him more helpless: some of these men might not find it so easy to dominate a healthy teenager without some advantages. The entire evening he felt like he was about to tip over. Well, except when he wasn't on his feet.

On his hands he wore leather gloves that went up to his elbows, matching the boots. It wasn't immediately obvious but the fingers were sown together, so he could barely use his hands. There had been talk of a bra, but strong nipple-clamps were chosen instead. They connected a chain between them, hanging out through his shirt, so that he could be easily tugged around that way. His "Cumslut" tattoos went quite well with the costume.

Looking in the mirror, his boyish frame was dressed for kinky sex. "I can't go out in public like this!" he protested, somewhat rightly. Even on Halloween, this was too much for the kinkiest gay pride parade.

"In general, no, but we've located a place you'll be welcome."

They got in the car, the step-mom drove and the stepdad explained that it was a long drive, so they needed to pass the time, and pointed to the foot of the passenger seat. Eric crawled in and the man straddled him, receiving a long BJ as the step-mom drove and they talked about their home improvements. After an eternity, the man came, and Eric got to crawl into the back seat.

The car pulled up to a gate and the stepdad entered a code. Eric read the sign about the entrance "Spring Chicken Trailer Park" and below that a much larger sign: "ABSOLUTELY NO CHILDREN." Below that, someone had hand-written: "Especially boys!"

"Don't worry!" the stepdad explained, "Nobody's going to complain!"

They stopped the car at the main drag. The boy wobbled out on the high-heels. He grew alarmed at his stepdad pulled out a ring-gag. Thinking quickly he asked: "How am I going to trick-or-treat without speaking?"

"That's why we made you this. It should be all you need to communicate." His step-mom handled him a double-sided sign, with a handle sticking out so that he could hold it in one hand.

"What…" he began asking something as the ring-gag was buckled in place. He looked at the sign: one side read "Tricks for Treats" and the other side, "Suck or Fuck."

"I think that should answer any questions that come up!" the stepdad laughed.

The step-mom had one concern: "How will they fuck him, with those tight shorts on?"

Her husband had the boy bend over, exposing a well-placed reinforced hole in the material. "Get on your knees!" Eric wondered if he was going to get fucked then and there, on the street, but his perverse stepdad merely wanted to check the alignment. In that position, the boy's puckered hole was perfectly centered and accessible. "If they choose 'fuck', get on your knees," he advised the lad. "Now stand up!"

The costume was complete with a little plastic pumpkin for collecting candy. It was bright pink, and had the word "CANDY" scrawled crudely on it. She put it in the boy's other free hand. He hadn't noticed it, but the gloves had buckles on them, which she used to force him to grip the sign and bucket. Now he couldn't let them go, and his hands were basically useless.

They took a few pictures to capture the moment, and instructed the boy to go ring the first doorbell. Looking at his helpless hands, she instructed: "Use your nose." He rolled his eyes and got shocked for it, then slowly wobbled his way up.

The first man was taken aback. But surprise turned to a smile. He looked around nervously to see if anyone was watching, but missed the step-parents far away. For a second, neither knew what to do, so finally Eric held up the sign saying "Tricks for Treats."

"Um, ok, that's could be alright." The man's erection was visible through his heavily-stained jogging pants. "What kind of trick?"

Obviously unable to speak, Eric had to admire his stepdad's foresight. He held up the sign saying "Suck or Fuck".

The man scratched his chin and said, "What about both?" and tugged young Eric into his dirty trailer by the nipple chains. The man was dirty, in the sense that he rarely bathed, but he was also extremely horny. To an extent, this worked in Eric's favor: he almost came in the boy's mouth accidentally and didn't last two strokes after switching holes. Eric was glad the encounter was over and stood up, teetering once more on the heels. He was still forced to clutch the pumpkin and the sign. The man thought about it and dumped half a pack of breath mints into the pumpkin. "There's your treat!" Eric was obviously unable to respond, so the man said, "Now get the fuck out!"

The second man was extremely obese. Eric didn't even need to ask "Suck or Fuck" and the guy never specified: he was just too fat to conceivable get it into Eric. With no hands, he had to sort-of burrow in below the man's gigantic sagging gut. Somewhere, he thought, is probably a penis. He thought he found it, and began suckling and it hardened. He didn't get much sperm out but the man told him to stop. Pulling back from the wall of fat, he felt greasy and sweaty. The man gave him a half-eaten candy apple as compensation, which he threw, without any wrapper, into the plastic pumpkin, sticking to a few of the mints from the guy before.

He probably had to service another ten men before his parents got bored. They ran the gamut: thin guys, young guys, old guys, nice guys, mean guys. But they were all guys, and not a single one turned him away.

***

As they were gearing up to finally leave, the oily supervisor of the park ran up. They were worried he'd be angry, but instead he sounded elated. "Everyone speaks so highly of you-all!"

"It was our pleasure!" the stepdad beamed. We're starting a new business venture and would love it if your park's fine denizens would be interested. We'll be opening up in a month!"

He handed the man a card advertising the new boy-brothel they were about to open.

Looking around, it was obvious the people living here were dirt poor. "We can probably negotiate a group-rate and maybe you can rent a cheap bus to haul these guys out in!"

The manager was excited to relay the news back to the many horny men who'd inquired.

***

In the car, his stepdad examined the boy's halloween haul. The men hadn't expected visitors and just found whatever was lying around: stale dinner mints, marshmallows, a square of baking chocolate, an unwrapped twinkie, and cheap taffy. They were all sticking to the half-eaten candied apple from the fat guy. The stepdad didn't mince words: "That's some pretty terrible candy!" He realized he hadn't peed the entire time, so he urinated into the pumpkin.

The boy had already decided to just throw away the nasty candy, which brought with it a lot of bad memories. Now that his stepdad had pissed on it, the boy was under strict orders to finish eating it by the time they got home.

"Start by drinking the piss!" his stepdad menaced.

Eric raised the plastic bowl to his lips and winced when he tasted the fluid. Urine, made sickly sweet by cheap candy, was much worse than just run-of-the-mill urine.

It was going to be a long car ride. He hoped his parents would forget about this place by next year.

Chapter 45
Rentboy Merit Badge.

The scout troop was going to meet off-site this month, but their fathers hadn't given the boys any specifics. When they arrived, they were are at an extremely dingy and run-down motel. Most of the letters of the neon sign had burnt out, but in the daytime it was easily read: "Château de Men." A letterboard sign said: "Cheap rooms!" and below that: "Rent by the Hour!"

The scouts were chattering among themselves: "What kind of motel rents rooms by the hour?"

It was a question that would seem charmingly naïve by the evening.

***

The stepdad and troop leader summoned the group into the motel's "conference room." It was not too different than any other motel room but it had a table and desk instead of beds. The adults would collect the money here, while watching TV and drinking beer.

He had prepared a brief presentation titled "Male Prostitution Today."

It gave a historical prospectus, and then a ton of slang terms for various kinds of sex. It concluded with a pricing sheet that gave rates for different activities. "Receive Blow Job" had been crossed out.

After that, a check-list was passed around with the title "Rentboy Merit Badge." It listed the following requirements for the Badge:

• Must service five strangers anally.
• Must service five strangers orally.
• One job in hotel room.
• One job in alley.
• One job in public restroom.
• Be able to recite going rates for all services.
• Satisfy three fetishists.

"Alright boys! You won't be able to get all of these, but you can get most!" the stepdad announced as they assayed the list in front of them. "I had the motel manager kick out all the crack-whores and junkie rent-boys. I promised the manager he wouldn't regret it: don't disappoint me!"

He continued: "One of the great rites of passage in America is getting a paying job. Sometimes you aren't going to like it, but that's exactly why most jobs pay you! Just think of all the things you could do with extra money: video games, bicycles, maybe even a car!"

"So, earning this badge is very important! But also, everyone of you is going to have to work here until all your teammates finish. I'll make sure to let everyone know who's responsible if you have to keep working." The tone seemed a little bit dark, so he gave them the scout salute and told them their room assignments, and smiling added: "Happy whoring!"

With that, the fathers dolled their boys up. They had chosen costumes per their personal predilections, but they were all extremely scanty and provocative. Maybe a third had gone with classic rentboy garb: tight leather or demin shorts, halter-top or mesh shirt, Dockers for shoes. Another third had gone the classic pussyboy route: feminine underwear with miniskirts, high heels, minimal to no bra. The remainder were a potpourri of perversions: a ladyboy, a kinky nurse, and somewhat ironically, a "sexy boy scout" costume.

Between the context and the artfully displayed boyish beauty, it would have been quite hard to miss the reason these boys were lined up outside the motel. It took less than a minute for the boy's first john to pick one of them up.

***

Most of their renters just wanted some simple sex: anal and/or oral with few frills. Beyond the trashy feeling of being treated like a piece of meat, these encounters weren't worth describing. More rarely, the boys would get fetish clients: they had to drink piss, get spanked, endure bondage, gag the boys with socks, wrap them in plastic wrap, or wear kinky clothes.

The worst fetishists were the sadists. They poked the boys with pins, beat them with canes, or burnt them with hot wax.

The clients came in all shapes and sizes. It didn't matter as long as they paid. Although several wanted to use the boys' cocks, nobody really complained about the cages. Each client would get a card advertising the brothel and the whore-scout's name, in case the gentleman wanted to rent him again later.

***

After the day was over, the adults had made plenty of cash. The scouts and their dads went back to their usual meeting location at the stepdad's house.

The tired and sore scouts were excited to hear what they were going to do with the money. Stepdad cheerily announced that the troop would use the revenue for a rewarding trip to the spa. There was general applause, although it didn't exactly seem like a typical boy-scout trip.

The stepdad followed up by naming the two boys who hadn't finished the relevant requirements of the merit badge. "Everyone has to work again until all the scouts have got the merit badge!" The two boys were tied up, and scoutmaster invited the others to spank them for their laziness. Despite having been in their situation, the boys were pissed they'd have to work again, and mercilessly spanked their peers.

The dads all agreed it had been a successful day and were excited about finding a career appropriate for their so-called sons.

***

At the spa, the dads enjoyed cocktails in the bar, and swam in the pool while the boys enjoyed a long session of laser hair removal. It was a bit painful for the boys, but the stepdad had given the spa instructions: make sure they're in tight bondage before starting (they were also gagged, naturally). Of course, nobody told them what was going on so it was quite suspenseful and exciting for them. Each of the boys was given a souvenir lock of their pubic hair framed with a before and after photo of their caged crotches before going home.

Chapter 46
Aiden Finishes His Stint.

As Aiden's daily statements indicated that he was nearing the completion of his time at the brothel, he began pondering whether he could escape from his horrible step-parents' house once he returned (he had long realized that the brothel security was far too tight to have a hope of escaping). One day, a guard accidentally dropped a paper clip on the way out without noticing, and Aiden picked it up on the way to his cage. For the next month, in the dark, he worked on learning how to pick the lock on the large cage he slept in (he also tried picking his chastity cage lock, of course, but he quickly gave up as there were no apparent holes to stick the paperclip into.) He hoped he could leverage the skill once he got out of there.

***

Back home, the construction of the new boy brothel was coming along nicely. The owner had an excellent construction crew that did everything on the cheap. The stepdad had a nice source of cash to fund his portion of it: Aiden's prostitution money. He sure hoped Aiden didn't think it was going to a college fund. Actually, he didn't give a shit what Aiden thought.

The only important thing was that he did not find out the true purpose of the construction until it was too late.

The brothel was designed to look like a meeting hall, night club, and restaurant on the main floor, but had three basement levels dedicated to more prurient activities. The monthly scout meeting was in the main hall as well, proving that some debauchery made its way up to ground level.

The main house had been improved as well. The boys' old room was now an office for the brothel. The boys would still spend a little time in there, on the floor under the desk sucking dick. But mostly it was for business connections.

***

He figured Aiden's return would be a great time for an inaugural celebration. He had amassed a long list of potential guests.

For weeks, Eric was handwriting invitations. When he was assigned the task, it was pretty low on specifics: there would be drinks, food, and entertainment. He correctly guessed that he was going to get fucked a lot as part of the entertainment. But he gathered that Aiden was returning and he was thrilled about getting to talk to him again. Most of his current task was just tedious busywork though: he was required to decorate the invitations with stars and hearts and even occasionally stickers. His stepdad knew that a personal touch was a great way to market a new business.

Chapter 47
Aiden's Send-Off Party

He had reached his monetary goal, but everyone agreed Aiden should have a "send-off" party.

Of course, there was food and wine, but they'd also come up with some novel exhibits.

In one room, there was an installation called "The Boy Trap." It was a huge plexiglass box with three boys lying on top, face down. Each of their four limbs was hanging down into the box: the legs up to their pantyline and the arms to the shoulders. No matter how they twisted and flexed they couldn't get any limbs out of the box, so they were stuck. Unfortunately for them, they were resting on a surface with lots of sharp ridges and bumps so they were constantly wiggling around trying in vain to get comfortable. They were quite easy to fuck in that position, and many men did, as other men watched the boys' long limbs flailing helplessly in pain and desperation as they were used for pleasure.

In another room, on one wall, there was a sign that said "Stop And Frisk." Beneath it, there was a lineup of eight boys from shortest to tallest. These boys were all from a South American drug-lord family that were supposed to be executed as part of their gang warfare. The mercenaries that decided to take these boys captive instead, and happily trafficked them to the brothel owner dirt cheap. The boys lined up like a gang at a police stop. They were bent over, hands super-glued to the wall, and feet spread wide, super-glued to the floor. They were a bit noisy, so were well-gagged. The brothel owner had done some research and written up little bios for each boy, telling how cruel they were and describing their crimes. Whatever their dispositions, they had handsome faces and athletic, soccer-playing bodies. Another sign indicated: "These boys were cheap, so there's no limits on their use!"

Another boy was locked in "the ostrich hole" which was merely a neck-sized hole in the ground. A boy's head could be locked in there, beneath the floor. In this position he had to use his hands for support, which left his ass available for fucking or whipping. Many guests tried out both options. It was always stressful for the boy because he could see nothing, and so he had no warning about what was taking place above the floor.

In another small shower room was a final member of the gang. This boy had stood out for his unseemly body hair, despite being young and fit. Rather than groom the boy professionally, the drunk party-goers would do their best with a straight razor. He was bound standing, spread wide, and blindfolded. He didn't seem to appreciate how important it was that he stand still, and nobody told him. In between shaving efforts, the lacerated boy was showered with salt-water, rubbing alcohol, and shaving cream, mostly to keep things sharply painful. He'd be covered in nicks by the end of the evening.

Another exhibit was titled "The Birds and the Bees." It was actually a hollow plexiglass statue of a very large boy with a super-humanly large erection, jacking off with both hands. Trapped inside was a somewhat smaller real boy. He was being punished for earning the least money of all the rent-boys this week. He could move around a fair amount, but it wasn't spacious enough to change pose; his arms, for example, were trapped in front of him inside the statue's arms. Also inside the statue were six small woodpeckers and a six yellow-jackets, an insect that can sting repeatedly. The boy was not getting along with his cohabitants. It amused the guests to watch the boy dodge around, trying to escape the unescapable. Inside, the insects' buzzing was nerve-rackingly loud.

For Aiden's part, he was put in a sling where he could be fucked hard at both ends. It would be another brutal evening for him, but one he'd been trained for since his whole saga began. He was pleased when the guests tapered off and he got locked back into his cage. He was praying that he could really go home the next day with his whoring days behind him.

Chapter 48
The Return of Aiden.

After his going-away party, Aiden's next day began, not with a printed statement, but with a clean, nicely folded set of street clothes. They weren't pink or feminine, or designed for bondage, seemed to fit well, and smelled like laundry.

He looked at the paperclip that he'd learned to use as a lock-picking device. He hadn't expected to be given clothes and he thought he could just pocket the paperclip instead of hiding it in one of his orifices.

It seemed as though the promise of returning to his step-parents was going to be kept. He had never truly believed it, and was still a little skeptical. The son of the brothel owner entered. He gave Aiden a little speech about the good times they'd had together and how much he'd be missed.

Aiden wasn't having it: "By 'good times' you mean raping and beating me, asshole…" he immediately wished he hadn't as the boy reached for a remote-control to shock him with.

Todd stopped himself, and said, "Why do you have to spoil the moment, Blondie?" He switched topics: "OK, let's get you ready for transport!" He attached the pronged training dog-collar that Aiden had worn the first day and left the shock collar in place as well.

"Is that really necessary?" Aiden asked, pointlessly. It didn't seem consistent with the street clothes.

Attaching a leash to the training collar, he escorted the boy to a small cage and locked him inside. The cage's lock was similar to the one he'd practiced on, so he knew he could pick the lock if he was left alone. He was loaded onto a pickup truck. He took a moment to enjoy the wonderful feeling of natural sunlight. The brothel saw no merit in letting the boys go outside; at best, some would get time on a tanning bed.

He got ready to pick the lock, impatiently waiting for the random workers to get out of visual range. As his freedom approached, he was trembling as he began working the lock. "HEY!" someone yelled, and he pulled his hand back inside the cage. Looking around, it was just one worker talking to another; he hadn't been caught, not yet at least.

He resumed the lock-picking, now shaking more. His balls itched and he again withdrew, this time to scratch, but he fumbled and dropped the clip to the ground. Reaching his fingers through the cage, he could barely touch it, but his shaky hand accidentally knocked it one hair more out of reach. He could touch it with the end of his middle finger, but he couldn't pull it toward him to pick it up.

Hours later, the truck started. A bump in the road sent the paperclip flying, and with it Aiden's plan for escape.

***

When the truck arrived, Aiden saw the results of all the construction his ass had paid for. The house had a new facade and landscaping, and he could see a pool in back. He saw there was an entirely new back house!

His cage was opened before being unloaded from the vehicle. He jumped out awkwardly, and then slipped and fell on the wet grass, but this minor setback didn't dampen his happiness.

Inside the original house, his jaw dropped at the marbled interior. His stepdad said, "Thanks so much for working so hard to pay for all this!"

Aiden should've been pissed off: he'd been forced to have sex so many times for this. But in his surprise at receiving an acknowledgement he said, with no hint of malice: "You're welcome!"

His stepdad smiled, knowingly. To further build up the boy's expectations: "You've been so good, you certainly deserve to get your chastity tube removed!"

Aiden felt free to add: "Yeah, and this collar is really hurting." He indicated the training collar.

"OK, once I get you to the workshop I'll do it! Before that, let's finish the tour!"

He showed Aiden the pool, the garden, the lawn, before turning their attention to the back-house. He'd been leading Aiden around by the leash just out of habit, and Aiden, so used to being humiliated, didn't say anything. But before entering the back house – much larger than it had looked from the front – he asked. "Hey, you don't really have to use the leash do you? And the collar is really starting to hurt…"

The stepdad deflected. "OK, we'll go to the workshop immediately after we get out of here."

He didn't let go of the leash and led the boy into the massive main hall of the backhouse. The two-story chamber had floors, walls and ceilings made of expensive, highly-polished natural wood. A second-floor balcony lined the perimeter with guest rooms. There were nice tables. "This is my new business project: a high-end hotel, restaurant, and night-club, among other things. For example, we'll host your brother's monthly scout meetings!"

"Eric's a scout now?" Aiden sounded excited. "Hey where is he?"

"Oh, let's go see!" He walked over to an elevator that Aiden hadn't noticed.

Impressed he enthused: "Wow! This place has an elevator?"

His stepdad swiped a keycard and pressed a button that said "Basement."

"Will I get a keycard?" Aiden was almost getting insolent in his excitement.

"No." The stepdad offered no further explanation as the elevator door opened. On his knees was his step-brother Eric, sucking a hairy, but muscular man, who wore only leather chaps.

"Eric!" Aiden said, their eyes meeting. Eric tried to pull back to shout a greeting, but the man shoved his head back down. He was choking.

"Aiden, don't interrupt Eric while he's got a customer!" He tugged on the leash to the pronged training collar incapacitating Aiden with pain, and making it hard to breathe. Reluctantly he followed his stepdad to a hallway. On the door it said "Blondie." "We decided we liked the new name." He opened the door.

Aiden gasped, then started to cry. It appeared to be an exact replica of the brothel room he'd just worked months to escape.

His stepdad paused, then decided to show him a modicum of mercy and removed the training collar and leash. He was worried they might injure the twink long term, and while he had a certain ambivalence about that, he definitely needed the boy as a revenue source for a while. Plus he was looking forward to boning the little slut.

In fact, he kicked the boy hard in his skinny butt, sending him sprawling to the ground. Fully clothed, he was still sexy as hell. The stepdad pounced atop him pinning him to the ground as he pulled a pair of small scissors from his pocket and removed Aiden's shorts, underwear, and shirt. "We'll never need these again! Really threw you off-guard though didn't it?"

Aiden would have plenty of time to reflect on that, but first he ordered the boy: "Spit in my hand." He didn't need to say that it was his lube: from Aiden's experience it was obvious. So Aiden duly spat.

His stepdad didn't waste any time penetrating the boy and then fucking him hard. He knew the ass had been well-used and was able to take the abuse. Once he got off, he withdrew quickly and just zipped up. He picked up Aiden's feet, forcing him to support his weight on his hands and "walked" him, wheelbarrow-style, into his cage. His dad locked its door. "Try to rest. Your next cam-show is in ten minutes. I meant to let you have longer, but I was horny. Great to have you back!" He left the room, leaving Aiden to bemoan his fate in the pitch black. He didn't get much rest in those ten minutes.

***

Later, guests started to arrive at the "Welcome Back" orgy for Aiden which doubled as an inaugural party for the brothel. Back in his room, he was trapped in the dark in a cage, waiting for the next guy to fuck him. He'd be getting plenty of business tonight as he was being sold at half price.

In the common area, Eric was demonstrating one of his many talents: servicing four men at once: his two hands, his mouth, and his ass were all bobbing, stroking, and wiggling expertly, trained to an automatic awareness of each man's individual needs. His stepdad patted him on the head: "I knew we'd find something you were useful for, Cumdump."

Many of the exhibits from Aiden's send-off had been bussed over for the festivities.

In the main hall, the majority of the scouts were serving drinks and hors d'oeuvres. They were wearing extra-short and tight boy-scout shorts, and a scarf necktie. And nothing else. For the first part of the evening, they just had to be waiters, but, one-by-one someone would approach one of their fathers, slip him some cash, and drag the boy down to the orgy floor of the party. He'd be driven home the next day, only slightly worse for wear. The dad would be happy that the boy was contributing financially. The stepdad was happy his brothel was already so successful. And the customer was happy he got his rocks off.

It was a wonderful ending for everyone that mattered.

The End