Chapter 1
Taken

"Stephen?" Alec said, "You can go home now, I can finish the cleaning."

"No, Mr. Lovett," Stephen said in his sweet boy's voice, "We're almost done. I'm fine."

Alec Lovett smiled. Stephen was the sweetest boy ever, and Alec really appreciated what Stephen did helping him in the Shelter for Homeless that Lovett ran. He knew Stephen was a lovely kid because he was a boy who would always do anything in his power to help people. That was the reason why all his classmates and neighbors liked him so much. He'd always been a good student and a very kind-hearted boy. It had been almost a year now since Stephen had started helping Lovett at the shelter for the homeless and the man was delighted, after all, Stephen was not only a kind boy, but a good looking kid as well, so good looking it made Alec Lovett's cock stir in his pants.

"Stephen, really," Alec said looking at the blue-eyed dark haired boy, "I can finish this up. Go home."

"No, really, Mister Lovett," Stephen said, "It's not that late."

"Since I can't make you change your mind," Mr. Lovett said approaching the boy, "how about some hot cocoa when we're done? You know I live next door."

As it was winter it was dark outside already, but Mister Lovett was so kind Stephen couldn't bring himself to disappoint and offend the man by refusing his offer.

"Okay," the boy replied shyly.

Stephen smiled at the man as Mister Lovett hugged him. For a year now, the man had been trying to find a way to get close to the boy. Truth was Stephen was an incredible kid, but there was also something else, something Lovett couldn't deny to himself, every time Stephen was close, Lovett's heart beat faster and his cock engorged.

Stephen smiled as they got back to work. When they finished cleaning, Alec Lovett looked at his watch which read 5 pm and took off his apron. Stephen did as well and they walked out of the shelter and the man locked the place. They walked the short distance and entered the man's small house.

"Please make yourself comfortable," Alec Lovett said as he removed his jacket.

Stephen did as he was told taking off his hat, scarf and coat as Lovett went into the kitchen and prepared the hot cocoa. Stephen sat in the love seat waiting for the man.

"This will be ready in no time!" the man said from the kitchen.

Stephen smiled. Mister Lovett was such a kind man. Five minutes later the man came from inside the kitchen with two cups of steaming hot cocoa. He saw Stephen sitting on the love seat and thought he was just so beautiful, maybe around 1.45m [c. 4'10"] tall with dark hair cut in ET's Elliot's style. He was pale with his light blue eyes downturned framed by a heavy curtain of long lashes and full eyebrows. He had a beautiful button nose and full lips. The man just couldn't help himself from getting aroused every time the twelve year old was around.

"Thanks for everything, Stephen," the man said, "I really don't know what I would do without you."

Alec Lovett moved to hand the boy his cup, and 'accidentally' tripped over the carpet, the hot cocoa landing all over Stephen's T-shirt and pants.

"Oh, my God! Oh my God! Stephen!" the man said.

Stephen reacted in shock as he felt the hot liquid spill over his torso and legs and he did not realize the man was rubbing him as he pretended to mop up the liquid.

"I'm so sorry, Stephen," he said, "Please take off your shirt and pants, if I wash them quickly, it'll stop them staining."

Stephen felt uncomfortable but nodded. It was true, if washed immediately, the stains would go away. As he took off his pants, he thought back to his father. Stephen had difficulty believing his father loved him as he stated every now and then, because he had never been an easy man. Maybe, Stephen thought, because he was a really busy businessman he couldn't really take up his duties as a father. His mother he hadn't known, his dad had always said she'd died in labor. Stephen did not want to upset his father who would, more likely give him a long talk about being careless.

Once Alec Lovett had put the clothing in the washing machine, he came back to Stephen, who was now sitting on the love seat wearing nothing but his tighty-whiteys. The man felt his erection hardening further as he looked upon Stephen down to his underwear, because the boy was even more beautiful than he had pictured during his lonely nights. Standing out from his really white skin two lovely pink hardened nipples showed.

"I really am sorry, Stephen," the man said, "I am a real idiot."

"It's nothing, Mister Lovett," he said as he blew on his cocoa, "accidents happen."

"So," Lovett said sitting next to the boy, "How's school going?"

"Fine," Stephen said, feeling the man was sitting a bit too close, "I'm doing fine in all my subjects and stuff."

"Awesome," Lovett said, sipped from his drink and spoke again, "How about girls? Is there a girl that might be special to you?"

Stephen Smithson blushed at the question, Mister Lovett was making him feel uncomfortable, but he was not a rude boy and chose to answer.

"I … I guess," he said.

"I bet a lot of the girls must like you," the man said as he took Stephen's chin between his thumb and index finger, "You being so handsome and all."

Alec Lovett smiled at the boy and Stephen felt more uncomfortable but said nothing. He sipped from his cup and sort of nodded. Mister Lovett insisted that he was really handsome as he placed his hand on the boy's thigh gently rubbing it. Stephen grunted feeling even more uncomfortable, but he told himself Mister Lovett was just being friendly. After all, he'd known the man for a year now and he had always been kind to Stephen. Noticing the boy's discomfort, the man cleared his throat.

"I'm sure you will have the most beautiful girl once you start dating. Let me lend you a shirt so you can feel more comfortable."

"No, I … uh … I'm okay," Stephen said, thinking he might have offended Mister Lovett.

"I insist," Lovett said, "I wouldn't want you to be uncomfortable. You know I'm your friend and I like you very much."

"No, Mister Lovett," the boy said, "I'm sorry if I've offended you."

"Friends don' get offended," the man said, going back to stroking the boy's naked thigh. "Do you want me to call your dad to ask him to pick you up?"

"No!" Stephen said a bit too emphatically, "I mean … no, Mister Lovett, it's okay."

Stephen was terrified that his dad might get mad at him for being careless. Mister Lovett turned the TV on so that they could watch some cartoons while Stephen's clothing was washed and dried. It was after eight o'clock when Stephen got his clothes back. He dressed as quickly as he could, thanked the man for the cocoa and moved towards the front door. Alec Lovett hugged the boy once again, this time extending the hug as much as he could, and 'accidentally' letting his hands fall close to Stephen's butt.

Finally Stephen was able to put on his gray and blue puff jacket, his winter hat and his scarf and walk out of the man's house waving goodbye. His house was about a twenty minute walk away, but the street was deserted and Stephen was getting slightly nervous so tried walking faster. As he walked, he wondered if he should've asked Mister Lovett to take him home, but he told himself he was just being paranoid. He decided to cut through the park although it was dark and the park was deserted he would get home quicker. Stephen started walking faster nearly running. He was concentrating on getting home so didn't know what hit him. He remembered falling to the ground when his whole world went black.

Andrew had been at "The House" for several years now, and he'd become a pro at snatching boys. He was more than satisfied with himself as he cuffed Stephen. The boy was a docile twelve year old and always reaching out to help people according to his intel. Mr. X was going to be more than pleased. Looking around one more time to verify there were no witnesses, Andrew picked the boy up and put him in the back of the van where 'Three' and 'Seven' were waiting. Before gagging the boy, he took out a syringe and administered the strong sedative, just to be on the safe side. After all, he didn't want Stephen to wake before the proper time.

Three and Seven smiled as Andrew handed them the young boy. Three's cock stiffened almost instantly as he saw Stephen. Three loved white boys with dark hair, especially those whose cheeks exhibited a pink-red blush. Stephen's was caused by the winter weather but Three didn't mind what caused it, he just loved seeing it on a boy's face. Andrew walked to the driver's seat and put the van in motion. It was a 50 km [c. 31mi] drive and the sooner they got on the road, the better. Seven moved on to removing the boy's sneakers and socks, while Three uncuffed Stephen so he could take off the boy's jacket, shirt and undershirt. As Three removed the undershirt, Seven took off the boy's pants and underwear.

Three realized once again that Stephen was quite the catch. Even if the boy was still in an early stage of development, his body was slim and showing a hint of the muscular body he would have as he grew. His nipples were so pink set in penny sized areolas. Three felt a droplet of precum staining his leather jockstrap. He noticed the boy's cock and drooled. It was around five cm [c. 2"] as it rested limp over the boy's equally well sized balls crowned by a patch of downy black pubes.

"Master Drew?" Three called to the man driving the van.

"Yes, Three?"

"This boy has a lot of hair down there ," he said, "Are we sure he's within the age range?"

"I certainly hope you are not overstepping your position to question a master, Three," Andrew said, "But yes, he is twelve. He is maybe an early bloomer but twelve nonetheless"

Three smiled as he fondled the young boy's cock and the thing came to life. There was a cockhead definitely bigger than the rest of the thing, the knob shape could be made out even through the heavy foreskin covering it. He peeled the foreskin back and a red knob-shaped well sized cockhead showed. Three squeezed on it and a gob of precum slid out.

The boy's balls were also big for his age and hung low. Three was sure this boy was most definitely going to become one of Mister X's favorites. Maybe even one of Mister X's famous milk boys. Three smiled to himself as he remembered that he himself had been a milk boy to Mister X when he had been kidnapped almost sixteen years before and stayed one fpr four years. Once older than sixteen Mister X thought boys were past their prime.

When Stephen had all his clothes removed, Three placed the boy's collar which had a small tag with the number 27 engraved on it. Once the collar had been secured, Seven turned the boy around and Three lubed the boy's rear entrance. He then lubed and inserted a ribbed small butt plug up the boy's ass. Stephen groaned something unintelligible as it went in, since he was still heavily sedated. Three's cock was definitely very hard now and the man hoped it wouldn't be long before he had a chance to do the boy himself.

Once Stephen had been properly plugged, Seven placed the soft ball gag in the boy's mouth and fastened the straps behind the boy's back. Unlike Three, Seven was not particularly aroused by the kidnap. Back at the house, there were still some masters that enjoyed having their way with Seven's body, and for him that was more than enough.

When Stephen regained his senses, he realized his hands had been placed in leather mittens and then tied behind his back with padded cuffs. There were two men in the room whose faces were covered by identical leather masks. Stephen wanted to ask what was going on when he realized there was a sort of gag inside his mouth and attached to the back of his head.

He noticed next the men were naked below the head, save for leather pants open at the front with their dicks hanging freely. Both men picked him up and put him in a tub and scrubbed him clean in a rather harsh manner with cold water.

"Is this him?" a new man asked as he entered the room.

"Yes, Brother Alpha," Three replied.

"Stand up, boy," the man commanded.

Stephen did not comply still trying to understand what was going on. Brother Alpha nodded and both men pulled the boy up. The man approached Stephen and took hold of his cock.

"Remove the pubic hair," the man said, "bitches do not deserve body hair."

Stephen felt tears running down his cheeks at the outrage he was being made victim to, but there was no way he could complain as he'd been gagged. He felt exposed, ashamed, humiliated. When Brother Alpha walked out, Three and Seven went back to bathing Stephen. When they were done, one of them held him while the other applied a sort of ointment on his pubic region and balls. Ten minutes later and using a cold wet cloth, the man who had applied the cream wiped it all off. When the man was done, Stephen noticed his black pubes no longer existed.

Once they were finished, Stephen was taken to a dark room where his wrists were uncuffed. Stephen felt a certain degree of relief which didn't last, for he was made to bend over a weird looking contraption and his arms and legs tied to the four legs of the object. Even if he was gagged, Stephen started complaining.

"If you take it like a man," one of the masked guys whispered in his ear as he removed Stephen's ball gag, "they won't hurt you as much."

Chapter 2
First Day In Hell

Stephen turned as much as his restraints allowed him to as he heard a noise. A group of men now entered the room and approached him. One of them placed his adult hands on the boy's back.

"Don't touch me!" he shouted.

Before he could say anything else, he received a hard slap on his left cheek. Shocked by the fact he'd been slapped, Stephen remained silent. The man who had touched his back was now openly caressing his back and then moved down to caress the boy's wonderful looking bubble butt.

"Stop it!" He yelled.

A new slap across his face.

Another man approached and started touching his ass cheeks too. Both men were now openly touching the boy's butt and Stephen felt an embarrassment greater than anything he'd ever experienced before in his life.

"My father will be looking for me!" Stephen shouted this time.

This time he received three slaps in succession as one of the maen said, "Shut the fuck up, bitch!"

"I'm not a bitch!" Stephen yelled back.

The man slapped him three more times. Tears were now running down Stephen's cheeks.

"The sooner you shut up, the better for you," the man said.

"Hello, Twenty Seven," a deep voice said from somewhere in the room.

"Where … where am I?" Stephen asked in his still preteen's voice.

"I don't think there's any point in you knowing where you are, Twenty Seven," the man said, "What you should know is you are never leaving."

"Why?" Stephen asked.

"Because now you're mine. You're ours."

"Let me go!" Stephen said only to be silenced by two more slaps.

"We expect full cooperation from our slaves, boy," the man with the deep voice said.

"Slave? I'm not your slave!" Stephen shouted again.

The man with the deep voice approached the light and Stephen was able to see him for the first time. He was wearing a hood, which prevented the boy from looking at the man's face. He was also wearing a leather jacket with zippers all over, and a jockstrap, like the ones worn by the boys in the football team, but made out of leather. The man approached Stephen and all of the other men withdrew. It was obvious to Stephen this man was sort of a leader among these people.

"You have one big mouth Twenty Seven," the man said, "Let's see if that big mouth can accommodate one big cock."

The man unzipped his leather jockstrap letting his huge 20cm [c. 8"] hard cock show. He commanded Twenty Seven to open his mouth, but the boy did not obey. The man slapped the boy's face and repeated the order. Tears now welled up in the boy's eyes, but he still wouldn't open.

"I think Twenty Seven needs a bit more encouragement," the man said, "Brother Echo, would you do the honors?"

"I'll be pleased to, Brother Alpha," the other man said.

Stephen was just going to ask what was going on, when a searing pain shot through his back. He muffled his scream refusing to open his mouth.

"Meet Brother Echo's cane," Brother Alpha said, "You'll open that big mouth of yours by the time Brother Echo has finished with you."

By the sixth stroke of the cane Stephen finally screamed and Brother Alpha slapped him hard for screaming. Brother Echo, however, did not stop until he'd reached twelve strokes of the cane. Stephen was frantically screaming and the tears now freely ran over his sweet, tender face.

"So, Twenty Seven," Brother Alpha said bringing his cock very close to Stephen's mouth, "Are you ready to open your mouth for my cock now?"

Stephen looked at the huge cock in front of him, a funny slimy transparent liquid oozing from the pee-slit and he automatically closed his mouth again. Brother Alpha tended to be a patient master, and he felt he had to give Stephen the chance to change his mind before inflicting more pain. So, he rubbed his cockhead all over Stephen's lips, smearing his abundant precum on the boy's mouth.

"So, Twenty Seven," Brother Alpha said, "are you gonna open that big mouth of yours?"

Stephen was now whimpering as Brother Alpha's cock was rubbed all over his mouth and cheeks, but he couldn't bring himself to open his mouth to take a cock inside. The sole idea of sucking at the man's cock was so disgusting he felt nauseated.

"Brother Echo," Brother Alpha said losing his patience, "I believe Twenty Seven needs further encouragement. Would you please try a different approach?"

When Brother Echo walked to the end of the room and came back, Brother Alpha grinned noticing the instrument in Echo's hand; the man was definitely a sadist. Brother Echo stood behind Stephen and without warning gave him a stroke of the flogger … on his balls. Stephen screamed at the top of his lungs as a sharp stinging pain ran all the way from his balls to his brain. He felt tears welling up in his eyes, but he hadn't had time to recover when it happened again, and again, and again.

Brother Alpha signaled Brother Echo to stop and brought his cock to Stephen's mouth once again.

"Are you ready to open now, Twenty Seven? Or do you want Brother Echo to continue punishing you until you do so?"

Stephen reluctantly opened his mouth not wanting any more pain. Brother Alpha's determination had won out, so without any consideration, he pushed half his cock inside the boy's mouth. He pushed in and out, getting Twenty Seven accustomed to the size of an adult cock. Later on, he'd make sure the boy was properly trained on cock sucking. Stephen felt the man's cock piston in and out of his mouth mercilessly, each time a larger portion of it, until he started gagging.

As Brother Alpha kept on face-fucking Stephen, he nodded for the other brothers of the order to approach the boy. Brother Echo, who had enjoyed making Stephen squirm in pain, went down to have a go at the boy's genitals. His favorite boy part was always the balls, so he started by slightly slapping and tugging at Stephen's young baby makers. Brother Sierra knelt next to Brother Echo and started caressing the boy's asshole, his favorite part. He started by caressing the boy's hole in circles as Brother Echo had fun with the new slave's balls. Brother Alpha was now clearly deep-throating the boy relentlessly.

"Brothers," Brother Alpha said, "I'm very close now!"

Stephen noticed other men gathering around him. He wasn't really able to see much since he was tied up on all fours with Brother Alpha's cock shoved down his throat, but he noticed that all of the other men approaching were also wearing hoods over their heads, their cocks free and all of them as hard as hell. All men started masturbating around Stephen, when Brother Alpha announced he was cumming. Brother Alpha pulled his cock almost completely out from the boy's mouth, save for his cockhead, just as his first rope of thick cum erupted into the boy's mouth. The boy tried to jerk away, but Brother Alpha kept a firm grip on the boy's ears steady so he could empty his balls inside the boy's mouth.

"Swallow, Twenty Seven," Brother Alpha said, "Swallow it all!"

Stephen had no choice but to swallow the thick liquid as it was shot into his mouth, some of the spurts hitting the back of his throat. All the men around him started cheering Brother Alpha on as Brother Echo kept abusing his young balls. The other man, Brother Sierra, was openly finger fucking Stephen. No sooner had Brother Alpha removed his cock from Stephen's mouth, then a different one was shoved into his mouth. The man had probably been masturbating all the way through the ordeal, because he came quickly, forcing a new and differently flavored load inside Stephen's mouth and down his throat.

Then came another.

Then another.

And another.

Stephen lost track of how many cumloads he had swallowed, when he felt something moist and warm around his own cock, quickly realizing someone was sucking his dick. Brother Tango was genuinely surprised as he started sucking at Twenty Seven's cock because the 11 cm [c. 4.5"] stick was rock hard. The boy's cockhead was a knob-shaped mushroom sized wonder.

"Hello, Twenty Seven," a new hooded man said, "I'm Brother Whiskey."

Stephen had very little time to react as one cock was removed and Brother Whiskey brought his own cock to the boy's mouth. It was possibly the longest cock Stephen had seen in the room and gasped. The thing was huge and veiny all over with a cockhead which couldn't possibly be real. Brother Whiskey smiled as he slapped his 24cm [c. 9.5"] rod on the boy's cheeks, smearing his abundant precum all over the boy's face. Stephen knew better than to refuse and he opened his mouth wide to receive the huge cock inside his mouth.

"Now, that's a good boy," Brother Whiskey said, "and I always know how to treat a good boy."

The man did not force himself upon the boy, in fact, he let Twenty Seven suck him at his own leisure. Stephen knew better than to react negatively to the man, who had been the only man to show him the slightest consideration. With a feeling of confusion in his own mind, Stephen found himself wanting to reciprocate the man's kindness by sucking him to the best of his poor oral abilities and sucked fiercely on the huge purple cockhead. Adding to his confusion, Brother Tango's mouth on his young cock was building up a heat from within which he didn't understand, but was more than pleasurable.

"Take your time, Twenty Seven," Brother Whiskey said tenderly as he watched the boy suck him, "There's no rush. Yeah, keep sucking it like that …"

Brother Whiskey found it arousing that, of all the brothers whom Twenty Seven had sucked already, he was the only one the boy was sucking willingly. Ever so tenderly, Brother Whiskey started caressing the boy's hair as he was given a sloppy yet willing blowjob. It didn't take long for Brother Whiskey to feel the contraction of his balls which announced his imminent orgasm.

Stephen did not have to be coerced into swallowing the man's thick cum, he thought as he'd already swallowed everyone else's, he would try and swallow this man's better, since he had been the only one who had been nice to him so far. The thick and long cock throbbed inside Stephen's mouth and Brother Whiskey's first rope of cum was shot hitting the back of his throat. The man was not only well endowed, but also a heavy cummer, so Stephen found himself swallowing an endless flow of thick man cum.

"Brother Tango," Brother Alpha told the man sucking at Twenty Seven's cock, "It would be wise to stop now, we don't want Twenty Seven to spill his seed before Doctor Summers can assess his condition."

Brother Tango stopped sucking on the boy's cock and got up from his place.

"Three," Brother Alpha turned to address one of the slaves who had brought Stephen in, "Twenty Seven should be in Doctor Summers' office in one hour. Make sure he's clean and ready."

"Will do, master," Three answered sheepishly.

One by one all of the brother's left the room and Three and Seven gathered some of the other slaves still present to have them assist in removing Twenty Seven from the rack. Three placed the ball gag on the boy before proceeding to release him from the horse rack. Untying a new slave was a process which many slaves took advantage of to touch, poke and squeeze at the new boy's tender areas. Stephen was again unable to complain as he was fondled by a group of possibly nine slaves of ages ranging from thirteen to twenty eight. One of the slaves, a young red haired boy addressed as Nineteen was as bold as to take Stephen's cock in his own mouth to suck him for a while.

For the very first time since his arrival, Stephen — or more accurately, Twenty Seven — started to realize that he was most likely never leaving this place.

Once Stephen was again washed and scrubbed in cold water by Three and Seven, Nineteen approached and gave him a hot steaming cup to drink from. Within five minutes he started feeling sleepy and tired and soon drifted off. When Stephen woke up, he found himself strapped to a table and realized his whole ordeal had not been a nightmare. His whole body had been restrained and he tried to pull himself free of his bindings, to no avail. Tears welled up in his eyes. Stephen wanted to ask what was going on, but his mouth had been gagged once again. A man came into his field of vision. He didn't seem old, but he was extremely thin and pale, conditions which made him seem sinister. He had an aquiline nose and dark hair, slightly graying at the temples.

"Good thing you're awake now, Twenty Seven," the man said as he removed the boy's gag, "I'm Doctor Summers."

Doctor Summers took a hold of Stephen's cock and started manipulating it. That was the moment when young Stephen realized he was naked.

"Stop it!" Stephen said.

The man did not react to Stephen's demand and continued to manipulate the young cock. He peeled the foreskin back and once the cockhead was exposed, the man rubbed a weird ointment on it. Almost instantly, Stephen's cock went rock hard.

"Why … why are you doing this?" Stephen asked.

"I need to examine your cumload," the man said for an answer.

Stephen was not sure what the man was referring to when he said 'cumload', but he figured it had to do with sex. Without further warning, the man slid a plastic tube over Stephen's cock.

"This is a vacuum pump," the man offered, "and it will help me test your endurance."

The man went away and Stephen shuddered as the vacuum pump — as the man had called it — started moving up and down sucking at his cock.

"Stop, please, stop!" Stephen said unable to say anything else.

He struggled against the straps, but he was so well secured that he knew he would never be able to get away from that table.

"Please, sir, please!" Stephen pleaded, "Please let me go! I won't tell, please let me go!"

For an answer, the man tapped some buttons and the pump started working at a faster rate. Stephen felt things he'd never experienced before as the pump worked its way up and down his cock. There was a good feeling in his crotch but he was also scared as hell.

"Please, sir, please!" he pleaded once again, "Please, make it stop, please!"

When the complaining got too loud, the man walked across to Stephen and slapped him really hard across the cheek. Stephen complained once again and a second slap came to his other cheek.

"Let me go!" Stephen yelled and received a third slap.

"This is not stopping and you are not going anywhere, Twenty Seven," the man said, "and every new complaint will earn you a new slap. So, are you gonna stay quiet or should I slap you again?"

Stephen did not answer the question but tears were freely running down his cheeks.

"Please …" Stephen finally said shyly and his face was immediately punished by yet another slap.

The man changed the speed on the pump once again, and the funny feelings in Stephen's crotch intensified. He wanted to ask the man to stop once again, but he knew he would be slapped again and he didn't want to be slapped. The feelings in his young dick had now taken over and Stephen noticed how his midsection started contracting.

"What … what …?" he said unable to voice his shock.

The man laughed as Stephen experienced his first orgasm. The pump at full speed now sent the boy into an unimaginable orgasm and the man looked satisfied as the boy's juices started going inside the cum collector. Stephen was moaning repeatedly not really understanding what was happening to his body, but completely shocked at how much pleasure he felt as his dick unloaded. Unable to process the feelings of pleasure mixed with his fear and the pain from his slapped cheeks, Stephen started whimpering which earned him a new hard slap across the face. Stephen started experiencing a slight discomfort as the pump kept moving up and down his cock shaft. The speed had been reduced, but the man didn't seem to want to stop it at all.

"Young and healthy boys like you should be able to produce more than that if properly stimulated, Twenty Seven," Doctor Summers said.

With the pump running at a slow pace, Doctor Summers started fondling Stephen's balls. The boy's balls were certainly large for his age, rarely had Doctor Summers seen a twelve year old with such a big pair of low hangers. The man took his time caressing the boy's balls tenderly, moving them around, caressing them, slightly tugging at them. Stephen sobbed as the pump continued to go up and down on his cock, the vacuum producing a most pleasurable feeling of suction around his pre-teen and before today virgin tool. As he fondled Stephen's balls, Doctor Summers switched the speed of the pump to force a second orgasm out of the boy. Stephen felt the funny contractions in his midsection again and he was soon cumming for a second time.

"A very nice amount of cum for a second load, Twenty Seven!" Doctor Summers said, "Let's see how that tender cock is faring."

Ever so carefully, the man removed the pump and closely examined the boy's cock, now slightly irritated. But he was not planning on stopping. Instead, he started polishing the young knob using what little of the cum that had remained on the cockhead and not been sucked into the reservoir.

"No, no, no, please!" Stephen said, "It's too much … I can't … can't …."

Instead of stopping, the man intensified the rubbing of the boy's tender cockhead as he twisted and squeezed the boy's balls. "Silence, he ordered.

He then started playing with Stephen's balls. The man was ever so glad that he was 'The House's' physician, he got to do physicals on every single slave at least twice a month, and he knew he was going to enjoy this new boy particularly. Once he'd had some fun with the boy's cock, he placed the pump back again at a regular speed.

"No, please, no!" Stephen said, "I can't take it anymore!"

"Oh, Twenty Seven, will you never learn to keep quiet" Doctor Summers said as he slapped the boy's balls again, "Real milking begins after the third load. We're not even halfway through!"

As he said so, Doctor Summers brought the speed up and moved up to work on the boy's nipples.

"Oh, gaaaawwwwd!" Stephen said realizing he was very sensitive in the nipples as well.

Doctor Summers switched the pump to top speed as he pinched, twisted and licked on Stephen's hardened little pink knobs. Before he realized it, Stephen was shooting his third load under the perverted doctor's ministrations.

"I think you can still go further," Doctor Summers said.

The man then walked away from Stephen and turned the lights off on his way out.

"Hello?" Stephen said, "Hello?"

But there was no reply at all. He started screaming for help, hoping someone would listen, but apparently nobody did. The pump started switching speeds and Stephen found himself experiencing the funny feelings in his dick again. Being left alone in the dark, Stephen became more aware of the workings of his body as he trembled under the movement of the pump. His midsection was contracting again and he realized his balls were doing the same. And then it happened again, he felt how the fluid was being expelled from his dick once again.

The pump switched speed again going back to a slower one. Stephen couldn't believe the thing was not stopping and started screaming again for help, asking someone to please stop his torment. The room, however, remained in silence and darkness, and the pump kept moving up and down his shaft.

He came a fourth time.

The pump kept moving up and down and his dick was now feeling sore. Stephen found that he couldn't scream for help anymore, his throat in agony. He was now whimpering at his predicament, his brain completely confused between the pleasurable feelings given to him every time he came and the fear of not knowing what was to become of himand the fact his cock was already hurting.

He came a fifth time.

And a sixth.

He had no idea how much time had passed, when Doctor Summers returned, turning the lights back on.

"Well, well," he said, "it looks like that young pecker of yours has had lots of fun today!"

Stephen wanted to ask the man to stop, but he didn't find it in himself to beg again … and he certainly did not want to be slapped again. One thing was for sure, these men were accustomed to getting their way and Stephen would achieve nothing by complaining. Doctor Summers approached Stephen and unattached the vacuum pump. Stephen's young cock wilted almost immediately.

"Is that a good load or what?" Doctor Summers said examining the reservoir, "You're such a stud!"

A second man came in the room at that very moment.

"Doctor Summers," he said, "how is Twenty Seven fairing?"

"So far so good, Mister X," the doctor replied, "Look at his load."

"Interesting," the man said.

Stephen could not see the man from his vantage point, but he presumed he was in charge. His voice was deep and somewhat soothing, though Stephen couldn't see the man's face. The man walked towards the table on which Stephen was strapped down and ran his hand over the boy's chest. He stopped to caress Stephen's virgin nipples and rubbed them in a way they became hard almost instantly. He was a very tall man all dressed in black.

Stephen started whimpering once again.

"Why are you crying boy?" Mister X asked.

Stephen didn't know whether to answer, fearing more slaps coming his way.

"You can answer, boy," Mister X said, "I asked you a question and thus you are allowed to speak."

Instead of answering, Stephen started crying, his tears running freely down his cheeks. Mister X ran his hand over Stephen's chest and down to his private parts. He caressed the boy's raw cock and fondled his balls as well.

"Doctor Summers," the man said, "Please take Twenty Seven out of his restraints and have Nineteen get him groomed. I'd like to see him in my quarters after dinner."

"Yes, Mister X," the doctor replied.

Mister X then bent down and whispered in Stephen's ear, "Don't worry, boy, I'm here to help you. You are safe now."

Stephen started crying more openly now as the man kissed him on the lips before leaving the room. Doctor Summers then approached the boy and squeezed his nipples hard.

"Life in here can be so very rewarding Twenty Seven," Doctor Summers said as he injected the boy with a sedative, "You just have to learn how to behave."

Stephen wasn't very sure what the man said last, for he started falling deeply asleep.

When Stephen woke up, he found himself standing. He was blindfolded so he couldn't really see where he was, but his arms were high over his head. As he tried to move them, the sound of chains echoed through the place. He tried to move his legs and realized they had been secured in an A shape. As he tried to move, a sharp pain tugged at his ballsac. His scream was muffled by the ball gag that had been replaced in his mouth.

"I see someone is awake now," he heard a voice and recognized it as Brother Echo's, the man who had so willingly punished his young balls.

He tried to say something, but it was unintelligible since he was gagged.

"That's right, Twenty Seven!" Brother Echo said, "You can't speak as of now. You have been ball gagged, as you might have guessed."

Stephen grunted.

"Brothers," Brother Echo said, "Twenty Seven is now fully awake."

Stephen heard laughter around him, but he couldn't guess how many men were now in the room.

"My, my!" Brother Alpha said, "His balls look so beautifully purple with the weight of the bucket, Brother Echo. Your idea?"

Stephen went cold when he heard the voice of the Brother he recognized as Brother Alpha.

So the pain had to do with a bucket hanging from his balls? To what end? Why would anyone want to hang a bucket from someone's balls? Especially someone with such young and tender balls like himself? These men were sick, so very sick!

"Guilty as charged!" Brother Echo replied as he knelt next to Stephen and slapped the boy's balls lightly.

Stephen screamed through the gag in agony as someone, he didn't know who, joined Brother Echo, one at the front, one at the back, and both men started to lightly slap his young balls, as if they were playing ping pong. Then someone kicked the bucket, and the movement made his balls hurt even more.

"Brothers," Brother Alpha asked, "I don't know about you, but I really think I need to take a piss!"

"That does sound like a good idea, brother," someone replied.

Stephen didn't understand what was going on, until he started to hear the distinct flow of people urinating into a metal container. It was a few seconds later when he realized they were pissing into the bucket suspended from his young balls.

"It's so good our bladders are so full," Brother Tango said and laughed, "Those balls truly need some stretching!"

As the men continued to pee, Stephen felt how the bucket continued to get heavier and heavier until the pain in his balls was almost unbearable, but the golden flow did not seem to be stopping. He groaned and begged through the gag, but the men wouldn't stop.

"Maybe we should release the bucket now," one of the brothers said, but Stephen couldn't recognize the voice, "His balls are way too stretched. Unless we want him to lose his testicles!"

Stephen kept pleading even though no one could understand him even if anyone had been interested in listening and tears were streaming down his cheeks. He could not understand how these men could enjoy his pain, the pain of a young boy who hurt no one and minded his own business.

"I think we need to take his mind off of the pain in his balls, don't you agree, brothers?" Brother Alpha asked.

"I think you're right," Brother Sierra said, "but I think we should remove the gag first. I find begging very appealing."

Stephen felt as the gag was removed and after coughing he yelled.

"Stop, please! My balls hurt!"

His face was met by a very hard slap.

"Please!" he yelled.

Stephen was shivering now, not knowing what was to come next. His curiosity was satisfied almost instantly. Two brothers got busy licking at his young and tender nipples which hardened in a flash. Not a minute into the licking, he felt a sharp pain in his right nipple.

"Aaaargghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" he screamed, "Take it off, take it off, take it off!"

"Nice choice of nipple clamp, Brother Echo," Brother Tango said ignoring the boy's cries of pain.

"Let's place the left one before the nipple goes soft again," Brother Echo said.

The same kind of pain shot through his left nipple.

"Take it off, please take it off, it hurts, it hurts!" Stephen screamed but the men only laughed.

Once both clamps were in place, the men started playing with the things reviving the pain every time they did. Stephen had almost forgotten the pain in his balls when someone kicked the bucket again. Stephen screamed again as pain shot from his balls to his brain. All of a sudden, a new and unbearable pain shot through his balls as the bucket was removed. Stephen only managed to scream sounding more like the cry of an animal in pain. But before he could recover, his balls were slapped in rapid succession by several hands. The pain was too much, Stephen peed all over the place.

"Boys shouldn't piss without permission," Brother Alpha said.

Stephen then felt a sharp pain on his cock as it was given a hard stroke of the cane and screamed again. Then a second stroke. Then a third.

"Please, please!" He whimpered but he was already losing his voice because of all the screaming.

Then the man punishing him started alternating the cane strokes between his cock and his balls. Stephen didn't think he could stand this torture a moment longer.

"Stop! Stop!" he said, "I wanna see Mister X!"

Brother Alpha approached Stephen from behind.

"Why, Twenty Seven?" the man said, "Did he promise you'd be safe? Did he promise to take care of you?"

Stephen started whimpering.

"Well, unfortunately for you, Twenty Seven, Mister X had to leave town in a hurry. So, you're in our hands now."

"You're lying, you're lying!" Stephen screamed with what little voice he had left.

"And I don't like sissies!" Brother Alpha said and resumed the caning of Twenty Seven's genitals.

The caning was too much. Cock. Balls. Cock. Balls. Cock. Balls. He cried and moaned and cried, but he could do nothing to stop the men from hurting him. When the canning finally stopped, someone moved a lever which released his chains and Stephen fell flat on the floor.

"You're so pathetic, Twenty Seven," Brother Alpha said and then ordered Nineteen to remove the boy from his sight.

Twenty Seven cried as he was dragged out of the room. He knew his life as an ordinary boy had come to an end.

Chapter 3
An Unexpected Visitor

Stephen opened his eyes and found himself hanging by the wrists. This had become his regular experience when waking up since his kidnap. He didn't know how much time had passed since he'd been brutally abused by all the hooded men in the place. He wasn't crying anymore, but he couldn't find it in himself to accept that he would never leave this place. He was now thinking that by now his father must be looking for him and must've contacted the authorities about his having disappeared.

His jaw hurt. His nipples hurt. His cock and balls really hurt. His ass hurt. He really wanted to understand how it was that men could be so cruel as to enjoy his suffering. These men, apparently, got hard abusing him and he really wasn't sure why. He also didn't know why this had happened to him, he'd been a good boy, he'd never hurt anyone, he'd done his best to help every single person he knew. And yet, here he was.

The room was dimly illuminated by all the candles placed around the room walls and he didn't think he'd been here before. The door to this cell opened and light flooded in. He automatically squinted so as to protect his eyes and finally the man came in. Stephen felt his heart jump with joy inside his chest as he recognized Alec Lovett, the man who ran the Shelter for the Homeless in which Stephen assisted.

"Mister Lovett!" he said gleefully knowing he was now saved, "Oh, God! I'm so happy to see you!"

Alec Lovett started walking towards the hanging Stephen.

"These men, these people …" he said as his eyes welled up with tears of joy, "How did you find me? Does my father know …"

"I always thought you had big balls, Stephen," the man said, "but I never imagined they would be this big. You certainly are well endowed for a boy your age …"

"Mister Lovett?" Stephen asked.

"I bet I could make them bigger, though," Alec Lovett said slapping Stephen's balls hard.

"Mister Lovett!" Stephen shrieked in shock.

"Your balls are so yummy, kiddo!"

Having said this, Alec Lovett started massaging Stephen's balls. He would massage them, then tug on his sac, then slap them hard. Stephen was now whimpering finally understanding he was lost.

"Why?" he asked, "What did I ever do to you?"

"Nothing, kiddo, that's the beauty of it all. I'd been wanting to get my hands inside your lovely pants for some time now, but I would've never made it on my own. So, yummy!" he said slapping Stephen's low hangers once again.

"Please, Mister Lovett, please!" Stephen begged.

The man knelt before Stephen and took the boy's cock in his mouth. Lovett was an expert at cocksucking, so it didn't take long for Stephen to get hard. Against his will, Stephen found that the man was making him crazy as he sucked him.

"Please …" he said a bit more shyly.

Alec Lovett was in love with young cocks and with inflicting pain upon them, so, once young Stephen was rock hard, he bit on the boy's cockhead.

"Ow!" Stephen complained at the first bite and again every new bite, "Ow, ow, OOOW!"

Stephen was so hard that Lovett knew it was time to keep him that way, so he took a lace and tied Stephen's cock at the base with a very tight knot. Once tied, the man stood up and slapped the big cock.

"This " slap, "is " slap, "one " slap, "gorgeous " slap, "piece " slap, "of " slap, "cock!" slap.

"Mister Lovett … please …" Stephen wailed.

The boy was now crying but he somehow knew this was just the beginning of his new ordeal. Alec Lovett then proceeded to tie the boy's balls very tightly.

"Ow!" Stephen complained again.

"I do love playing with boys' balls," Lovett said licking his lips, "I wonder if there's any balls for me to play with …"

"No, please, please!"

Alec Lovett grinned as he slapped the boy's balls three times in a row and then rubbed the boy's cockhead. He wanted the boy nice and hard as he abused his balls. There were so many ideas in his mind for Stephen's nuts he was rock hard.

"I've dreamt of this for so long, kiddo," Lovett said, "I've wanted your cock and balls to play with for so long …"

As if to make up for the lost time he started rubbing Stephen's cockhead while simultaneously slapping the boy's balls. Hard and getting harder. He wanted to see how much pain the boy could stand from his young yet big nuts. And he had a good four hours before his time was up.

"Oh, stop! Ohhhh, gawwwwwwd!" Stephen begged, "It's too much! It hurts! It hurts! Ohhh! Stop! Please! You're hurting me, you're hurting me!"

Stephen's complaints were music to Lovett and his sadistic instincts. He never would've guessed he'd be able to do this with the boy who had so kindly helped him for months with the Shelter. The Shelter had provided him with some boys and young men to abuse, but never a twelve year old, which he'd always craved. As he polished Stephen's cockhead and slapped his balls, he leaned in to bite on the boy's nipples. They were possibly the most beautiful pair of pink knobs he'd ever seen. He chewed on them as he continued the ball abuse.

"Please, Mister Lovett … Ow!"

After a while, the man decided it was time to move on to a different business. He took a couple of steps backward to admire his work on Stephen's nuts. They were red and swollen, but they still needed more work. He walked to a corner in the room and came back holding a paddle.

"Those balls need a bit more color, kiddo," he said and hit Stephen's balls with the paddle.

"Pleeeeeeeeeeaseeeeeee! It huuuuuuuuuuuuurts!!!"

"I'm gonna be kind and patient with you, kiddo," Lovett said breathing heavily, "I'm gonna give you just five slaps to let you get used to it."

To match his actions to his words, the man hit the boy in the balls five times with the paddle. Stephen was now openly screaming at the unbearable pain in his testicles and the sick feeling in his stomach. This was his idea of hell and Mister Lovett was definitely making it happen.

"There, there," Alec Lovett said massaging the boy's balls, "It wasn't that bad, see? Let's do five more!"

"Noooooooooooooooooooo!" Stephen screamed.

Alec Lovett kept repeating the operation till he'd achieved 50 hits in total. Stephen's throat was hoarse and he couldn't complain anymore. His balls were madly swollen and red. And Stephen switched to polishing the boy's cockhead mercilessly bringing Stephen very close to cumming.

"Not yet!" he said slapping the boy's hard rod when his orgasm was imminent.

After that he went back to polishing. Three slaps. Polishing. Three slaps. Polishing. Three slaps. Polishing.

"I think you're now ready for something harder," Lovett said.

"No, please, please …" Stephen implored with what little voice he had left.

Alec Lovett picked a candle off one of the walls and walked back to Stephen.

"You're gonna love this!" he said.

He slightly inclined the candle and a good dollop of hot wax landed on the shaft of Stephen's cock.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh!" the boy screamed at this new kind of pain.

"Perfect reaction!" Lovett said feeling how his cock was completely wet with his own precum which was pooling inside his underpants.

He inclined the candle again and he poured a new stream of wax, this time on the ridge of the boy's cockhead, which elicited a new delightful scream from Stephen. He placed the candle back and picked up another one. Then he moved the boy's cock up so he could wax his balls. One long flood of wax on Stephen balls made the boy scream in agony. He then released the boy's cock and poured a further amount of hot wax on the boy's cockhead. Stephen screamed again.

"I think this is just simply not enough," the man said.

He swapped the candle for another one with a large pool of liquid wax. Ever so carefully, the sadist took Stephen's cockhead between finger and thumb, and pushed the boy's pee slit open. Stephen's slit was long and wide, and Alec Lovett's cock twitched in anticipation. Without a hint of mercy, the sadistic man slowly inclined the candle and let just one droplet of hot wax fall inside the youngster's pee slit.

"Aarggggggggggggggggh!!!" Stephen hollered with the remnants of his voice as the first droplet of hot wax touched the inside of his pubescent cock.

Lovett started masturbating Stephen's cock as he kept pouring ever so slowly hot wax inside the boy's slit. Stephen screamed in agony as his cock, without notice, started erupting wax mixed with his pre-teen cum.

"Fuck, kiddo!" the man said and laughed, "Who would've thought you liked being abused in your pee hole!"

"Stop! Please! Please!" Stephen cried, "I beg you! Please! I beg you! Please stop!"

The man did not stop. He dropped the candle to the floor and continued to masturbate the boy's mistreated cock. Stephen's cock was still rock hard and almost immediately started throbbing announcing a new orgasm. This time, Lovett was ready and as he polished the boy's cockhead, he released the tight knot around the cockshaft and started slapping the boy's balls.

"Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaawwwwwwwwwwwwdddddddddddd!" Stephen screamed as his second orgasm started.

"Attaboy!" Lovett said as he now violently jerked Stephen's chunk and mercilessly slapped the boy's balls.

Stephen's cock spurted and spurted and spurted an endless flow of young cum as his cock and balls were abused by Alec Lovett. The man noticed that, even when the boy had been complaining and screaming, his orgasm spoke of someone who enjoyed being abused. Was it even possible?

"That was the best orgasm any slave has ever given me, kiddo," the man said, "you were fucking awesome!"

Stephen was now whimpering after having cum so intensely.

"I'll be seeing you regularly, kiddo," Alec Lovett said as he caressed Stephen's smooth torso and pinched the boy's nipples, "I won't be able to keep away from you after having tried you."

He walked around Stephen and undid the zipper of his pants. Lovett's cock was one of those weird looking cocks which somehow tend to be the best at fucking, around 22cm [c. 8.5"] in length His cock was soaked in his own precum. He smeared his own juices all over the boy's crack and around his rosebud.

"Please, Mister Lovett," Stephen whimpered almost voiceless, "please, don't …"

"Oh, Stephen!" the man said pushing his helmet-shaped cockhead against the boy's ass, "You're really gonna like my cock up your ass. I'm gonna make you cum even more than you just did …"

"No, please …" the boy said, "I can't … I can't anymore …"

Lovett pushed his cock all the way in in one shove and Stephen grunted at the invasion. Lovett's time was coming to an end, so without much ceremony, he started savagely thrusting his cock in and out of Stephen. Because of its curvature downwards, Lovett's triangle-shaped cockhead rubbed the boy's prostate with every thrust, making the boy's cock grow hard almost immediately even though the pain was so intense. Lovett did not want to waste such an opportunity and started once again jerking the boy's hardened cock as he fucked him savagely in the ass.

"Oh, fuck, Kiddo!" Lovett growled, "I'm gonna fill you with my milk! I'm gonna … Oh, fuck!"

As Lovett's cock started releasing jet after jet of the man's spunk, Stephen's balls started unloading for the third time. He couldn't understand why. He didn't really know how it was possible he could be cumming so much as he was brutally abused by Mister Lovett, a man whom he had trust and who'd proven to be as mean as his captors, or even worse.

"You're such a perverted boy who really likes being tortured," Lovett whispered in his ear as he still polished the boy's cock in a bit of post-cum torture.

Mister Lovett was wrong. He couldn't possibly like this. He couldn't possibly enjoy being hit in the balls and waxed in the cock and tied and hit. Mister Lovett had to be wrong. But … what if the man was right? What if it was true that he was really enjoying this torture? If he wasn't, why had he cum three times at the hands of his tormentor? Why had he cum so much when Mister Lovett had fucked him so savagely his ass was now hurting? His confused brain was unable to reconcile the pleasure he had experienced as he shot his load while being fucked so painfully by such a big cock.

Maybe, he thought as tears ran down his cheeks, maybe I really am a perverted boy who likes being tortured.

Chapter 4
Twenty Seven, not Stephen

Stephen had lost track of time. He didn't know how many days it had been since his ordeal at the hands of Alec Lovett, but right after that he had been placed in the small room which he was still in and had not been bothered at all. He'd been fed three meals but other than that, he'd been left alone. He hadn't talked to anyone. He hadn't been touched by anyone. He hadn't been humiliated or otherwise punished. He didn't understand what was going on or why he was being ignored. Was it possible he was going to be abandoned in this room forever ?

There were so many things in his head. He felt alone. He missed his dad. And there was the problem of a continuous raging hard on at all times of day and night. He did not understand why that happened. He did not understand why his dick was hard all the time but he did not want to think about it. He had tried to masturbate but he realized he felt no pleasure when doing it and had decided against it. At times he'd fall sleep. When he did, he'd dream of Mister Lovett and how he'd abused him. He'd dream of the man slapping his tender young balls. He'd dream of the man burning his young dick with candle wax. He'd dream of the man fucking his young ass raw. And he'd wake up with his dick hard and oozing.

He was going mad. There was no other explanation. He was going mad in that horrible place and imagined he was more than likely never gonna see his father again. He imagined he'd never see his school friends again. He was sure he'd never see the outside ever again.

"Stephen," the voice said from the door, but the boy did not react, "Stephen."

The boy was crouched against the floor, naked save for his black collar.

"Twenty Seven," the man said next and Stephen automatically looked up.

He looked at the man askance. He was not very sure, but he seemed to recognize the man. Was it Brother Alpha? Brother Echo?

"Good," the man said, "I see you have now learned to respond to your real name. Stand up, Twenty Seven."

The boy did as instructed, not making any move to cover his privates. After all, it seemed like he was learning.

"Open your legs in A position, Twenty Seven," the man commanded.

Stephen opened his legs wide and put his hands behind his back without having to be told. The man grinned as the boy did so and approached him. With no ceremony, he took and squeezed the boy's hardened rod, gladly confirming the drug that had been being slipped in his every meal to keep him hard had definitely worked. As he firmly squeezed on the boy's cock, he slapped on his young balls. Twenty Seven didn't even flinch, but his dick expelled a dollop of teen precum. The man slapped again and a new dollop followed the previous one. One more slap and the man felt the boy's cock throb three times in his hand.

"Good," he said smiling, "very good, Twenty Seven."

And with that he left.

The boy was in shock. What the hell had happened? Why had the man come in, squeezed his boy cock, slapped his balls and then left? He lay on his back on the flat uncomfortable mattress and grabbed his boy cock. He started jerking off, feeling strangely aroused at what had just happened with the man. But as soon as he had started, he realized he felt no pleasure at all. As he realized he felt no pleasure as he tried to masturbate, tears started rolling down his cheeks. What the hell was wrong with him? Why did he feel so horny and why did he not find pleasure in masturbating? Was it … was it possible he only found pleasure in being abused? No! He refused to believe he was a pain whore, as he'd been called by the brothers in the place. But then again, if he wasn't a perverted boy, why couldn't he get off on his own?

***

It was later that night when another man came inside Twenty Seven's room. He walked across to the bed, where the boy was sleeping. Without saying anything, the man sat on the bed next to the sleeping boy and squeezed the boy's balls hard. The boy grunted and opened his eyes as he felt the pain in his young nuts.

"Hello, Twenty Seven," the man said.

The boy said nothing as the man continued to squeeze his balls. He frowned in pain but said nothing. His boy cock had started dripping precum at the man's abuse.

"You like it, don't you?" the man asked as he squeezed even more viciously.

Twenty Seven said nothing. The man squeezed harder.

"I asked you a question," he said and squeezed Twenty Seven's balls even harder, causing the boy's cock to expel a heavy dollop of teen precum, "I asked if you liked it, the pain in your balls."

"Yes," he said shyly trying to shut out the pain.

"Yes, Master," the man corrected squeezing even more if that was possible.

"Y-yes … Ma-mas…ter," Twenty Seven said struggling to speak the words as he tried to overcome the pain in his nuts, a pain which was also an ecstasy.

"Good," the man said and walked away, leaving Twenty Seven alone once again.

The scene repeated itself over the course of — hours? Days? Twenty Seven had lost track of time. He had become aware only of his meals and the moments in which someone came to torture his genitals. By this time, he felt like his balls were about to explode. His nuts hurt. His cock hurt. And he did not find any solace in trying to masturbate. He'd become aware of his own smell. He thought he stank. His cock was a sticky mess most of the time and he could smell his armpits too. He was definitely losing his mind. During the hours he was awake, he could think of nothing but cumming. And during his sleeping hours, he would have dreams that would make him wake up with his young cock wet in his own tween juices.

He didn't know how many days had passed, when the door to his tiny room opened.

"Hello, Twenty Seven," the man said, "Come here."

The boy got up from his flat mattress and walked towards the man. It was Brother Whiskey, the only brother whom the boy had blown willingly on his first night in 'The House. Twenty Seven became instantly aware of the man's well-sized cock hanging free as the man stood still. As he approached, Brother Whiskey opened his arms and Twenty Seven ran to him. He did not understand what was going on, but he felt a very strong need for physical contact. Brother Whiskey hugged the boy and felt him tremble in his arms. Twenty Seven was definitely sobbing. Brother Whiskey's cock started hardening almost instantly at the boy's proximity, but there were other plans for Twenty Seven and he knew it. Maybe later he'd ask Mister X to let him have Twenty Seven for a while, but for now, he was just there to collect the boy.

He carried Twenty Seven in his arms and took him to a cave like large room with a pool in the middle. He deposited Twenty Seven on the floor and almost instantly, the new slave found himself surrounded by a number of slaves ranging in age from thirteen to twenty years old, who carried him into the pool. Brother Whiskey sat in a corner to supervise the entire situation.

The boy didn't even bother to look at the slaves as he was placed in the middle of the pool and they all started bathing him. All Twenty Seven was aware of was that he was being touched by many, many hands. He felt the young hands running all over his body, his chest, some caressing and pinching his nipples. He felt hands rubbing up and down his butt crack and other hands washing his tender asshole. He felt hands cupping, squeezing and slapping his balls. He felt hands all over his dick, running along his shaft, retracting his foreskin, rubbing his cockhead.

He then became aware of the fact that he was being kissed. Kissed on the cheeks. Kissed on the lips. Kissed everywhere on his body. He felt his balls boiling. He could not think straight. He could not remember who he was. At that moment, he was nothing but an animal on heat as he was touched and stimulated by all the slaves. Before he could think of anything, he was taken out of the pool, where a couple of young slaves knelt and started sucking his cock simultaneously. Almost at the same time, another young slave knelt behind Twenty Seven's ass and started eating the boy's asshole eagerly. Some other slaves closed in and started licking and biting at his nipples as Twenty Seven was forced to kiss other slaves as well.

He did not really notice as he was forced to lean forward and before he knew it, he was sucking a slave's cock. It was a thick and short cock, completely covered in the slave's own precum. As he sucked on the other boy's cock, he felt his own balls and cock being sucked. Every now and then he'd notice a change of mouth, for the sucking techniques definitely differed from slave to slave. Two more slaves joined in using his mouth, so he found himself being forced to alternate between four different cocks. A thin young slave pushed his cock all the way in to the hilt, a thin but long curved downwards dick and, as he was impaled through the mouth, he felt a cock being pushed inside his young ass. Someone was sucking his young balls as someone else was doing his cock. He was horny, but, weirdly enough, his cock was not at full mast even when he was being given all this attention.

Why? He asked himself, Why can't I get hard and cum once and for all?

He was fucked by probably everyone in the pool room and he had probably sucked everyone as well when he was forced to his knees. Four slaves started shooting their cumloads on Twenty Seven's face who found himself opening his mouth without having been asked to in order to catch as much cum with his mouth as he could. Once the four boys had emptied their balls on Twenty Seven, four more boys took their places and did the same. And four more after them.

By the time he was done, Twenty Seven had been cum splattered by a total of twenty six slaves. Twenty six.

I am Twenty Seven, he thought, I'm covered in cum from all the slaves in this place except for mine.

Even when he had been sucked and fucked non-stop, he had not managed to cum and he felt as if his insides were on fire. Of the other twenty six slaves, four remained in the room and took Twenty Seven back in the pool to bathe him.

"You couldn't cum, right?" one of the slaves whispered in his ear as he was being bathed, "it's the pain, isn't it? You need the pain, you miss it."

Twenty Seven whimpered as the red-haired fourteen year old whispered in his ear.

"You want your nuts busted and your cock strangled, don't you?" he whispered now caressing Twenty Seven's cock which was filling with blood, "Yeah, that's it boy, the very idea makes you hard, the idea of pain."

Twenty Seven whimpered and moaned as Nineteen spoke and fondled the new slave's cock.

"I know how it is," Nineteen whispered, "I know how it feels to cum as your balls are cracked and your cock is fucked non-stop."

Twenty Seven's cock throbbed in Nineteen's hand as the other slaves bathed him. He was going insane, he could think of nothing but cumming and Nineteen was helping him get there.

"You want the pain, don't you?" Nineteen asked as he squeezed Twenty Seven's cock, "You are a pain slut …"

"Enough!" Brother Whiskey shouted from the corner where he sat.

All boys stopped touching and playing with Twenty Seven and helped him leave the pool. Brother Whiskey took Twenty Seven in his arms once again and walked with the boy to Doctor Summers' office. Twenty Seven wasn't thinking at all, he felt as if he was a giant cock and the only thing that mattered was cumming.

"Hello, Brother Whiskey," Doctor Summers said, "Thank you for bringing Twenty Seven. Please place him on the chair."

Brother Whiskey placed the boy on the medical chair and assisted Doctor Summers in strapping the boy down. He was strapped by the ankles, knees, thighs, waist, chest, wrists, elbows, forearms and neck. Once done, Doctor Summers placed a ball gag in Twenty Seven's mouth and tightened it. The boy's cock started drooling almost instantly and Doctor Summers grinned, asking Brother Whiskey to leave him alone with the patient.

Once alone, Doctor Summers took his time caressing the boy.

"Very good, Twenty Seven," he said, "Today is a very special day for you, and so I've been asked to prepare you."

As he spoke, the doctor started preparing an injection and looked at Twenty Seven with the hunger of a predator.

"Here's a cum stopping drug I'll be administering to you. I have to make sure your orgasm is delayed as much as possible, since we would not want to disappoint your visitors. The only unfortunate thing is that it has to be directly applied into your genitals, so it might hurt a bit."

Twenty Seven's eyes got watery as he imagined the pain, but his cock was rock hard even as he thought of it. Before he could react, he felt the needle pierce his cockhead and screamed against the gag. As the fluid entered his tender cockhead, it felt hot, very hot, as if his cock was being set on fire.

"It's okay, Twenty Seven," Doctor Summers said, "I know it burns. Fortunately, you've only got to have nine more injections."

Tears rolled down Twenty Seven's cheeks as the doctor prepared the second injection, taking his sweet time and making sure the boy had sufficient time to experience the full pain from the first one. Once ready and realizing the extreme pain had decreased, he approached the boy once again, this time lifting the boy's balls and inserting the needle in the boy's perineum. Twenty Seven screamed again as the heat spread under his balls and close to his ass, his pre-teen cock releasing a huge droplet of precum. The next shot was prepared but Doctor Summers took his time explaining Twenty Seven how the drugged worked and how it could prevent him from cumming for a good four or five hours. He then inserted the needle in Twenty Seven's left testicle. The pain Twenty Seven felt was even worse this time, but his cock expelled three huge droplets of precum as he felt the heat of the drug spread all through his young nut.

"There, there," the Doctor said massaging the boy's left ball.

He stood up and prepared the next shot, this time taking more time, letting Twenty Seven anticipate the pain that was coming. Once he was satisfied, he took the boy's right testicle and squeezed it lightly.

"Another little pinch, Twenty Seven," he said and giggled.

This time, however, Doctor Summers decided to make it even more painful, so he inserted the needle ever so slowly, letting the boy experience the pain of needle play. He stopped the movement once he'd reached halfway through the boy's testicle and injected the drug very, very slowly. Twenty Seven screamed at the top of his lungs, though the gag muffled the sound. Doctor Summers then took his time administering five more injections, one in the lower side of the boy's cockshaft, one between the boy's balls, one on the upper side of his shaft, two on the sides of his cock, saving the best for last.

"We're almost done now, Twenty Seven," Doctor Summers said, "You're just missing one more shot."

The boy's face was a mess of dried and fresh tears, snot and drool and his throat was sore from so much screaming. Under his cockhead, however, the plastic container the good Doctor had placed was almost half filled with pre-teen precum, which was now a continuous flow from his slit to the container.

"This is it," the Doctor said with the syringe in hand.

Twenty Seven's eyes opened wide as he saw the length of the needle the doctor had in hand. It was a long needle, unlike any needle the boy had ever seen before. Doctor Summers placed the syringe vertically under the boy's frenulum and then pierced, pushing the needle slowly inside the boy's cock. The needle entered piercing all the way along the boy's shaft. The pain was hell and so was the heat as the drug entered and spread all through the tween cock.

"You did very well, Twenty Seven," the Doctor said removing the boy's gag, "Taking all those shots like a man. Unfortunately, we need to see if the drug is working."

"What …what if it … doesn't?" Twenty Seven asked fearing the answer.

"Well, if that were the case, I'd have to repeat the procedure."

As Doctor Summers said it, a thicker flow of precum was expelled from the boy's slit into the plastic container. Doctor Summers then proceeded to place the vacuum pump over the boy's recently abused cock. Twenty Seven noticed his cock and balls looked larger than their usual size and wondered if it was because of the drugs. A few switches turned and the pump started its work on masturbating the boy. The gentle suction, however, was nothing for the boy whose genitals now craved the pleasure of pain. As his cock was stimulated, Doctor Summers took the plastic container, now almost filled with the boy's precum and brought it to the boy's lips.

"Go on," he said, "all this protein cannot go to waste."

The flavor of his precum was good, though it was not good cold. Twenty Seven forced himself, however, to swallow the whole container load as his cock was pumped.

"Well," Doctor Summers said, "It looks like the drug might need some reinforcement."

"No, please, Doctor," he said, "I can't…"

"Oh, yes you can!" the doctor said and moved away to prepare a new shot.

This time, however, good Doctor Summers just wanted to hear the boy scream. He prepared a new shoot of the drug and approached Twenty Seven.

"No, please, Doctor …" the boy said, his lips trembling.

But Doctor Summers was ready to see the boy squirm some more. He took the boy's left testicle and inserted the needle as slowly as possible. Twenty Seven screamed with a hoarse throat as the needle pierced his nut for the second time. When he was done, the creepy man repeated the operation in the boy's right testicle, which elicited a new scream. Doctor Summers' underwear was wet beyond belief.

"You are now ready," the man said massaging Twenty Seven's abused lovely balls.

"For what?" Twenty Seven asked still in pain.

"That, my boy, is a surprise."

The man was looking though the two way mirror. He'd been observing the whole procedure and his rock hard cock was wet in his own juices inside his underwear. Two boys were standing by his side, both naked and gagged and the man was enjoying torturing the boys' cocks and balls with his cigarette as he witnessed Twenty Seven's ordeal.

Mister X came into the little room and grinned as he saw the man using two of his favorite slaves. Alec Lovett, Twenty Seven's former boss at the shelter entered the room as well. Mister X's cock was rock hard and exposed as he and Lovett approached the man. With an air of reverence, the man bent forward and kissed and then lapped at Mister X's huge cockhead.

"Ah!" Mister X exclaimed, "You were always so good at sucking!"

"Thank you, master," the man said.

"I believe you and Mister Lovett are acquainted?

"Alec!" the man said straightening up and hugged Alec Lovett.

"Stephen!" Alec Lovett said, I'm glad we're getting to share Twenty Seven. He's such a fucking pain pig I'm sure you'll love it!"

"So, what do you think of the work we've done on Twenty Seven?" Mister X asked.

"It's amazing," Stephen said, "the conditioning seems to have kicked in incredibly quickly."

"That's true," Mister X said, "I never thought it would be so easy to break him."

"He really enjoys pain, now, doesn't he?" Stephen asked.

"I wouldn't have expected otherwise, Stephen. After all, he seems to take after his father."

"That's true," Stephen said, "though I never thought my son would be a much better pain whore already than I ever was."

"Well," Mister X said, "You'll soon have a chance to try him yourself."

"I can hardly wait, master!" Stephen Smithson Senior replied.

Chapter 5
Twenty-seven Meets Zero

Stephen's tween 14 cm [5.5"] cock was hard beyond belief, oozing precum continuously as the boy waited in the dark. He had been secured to a chair and gagged. There were leather straps holding him in place by the neck, chest, shoulders, elbows, wrists, waist, hips, thighs, knees and ankles, making it impossible for him to move an inch. He had been blindfolded, so he couldn't tell what to expect. He didn't know either that a wheeled table had been positioned next to him so that his torturers would have everything they might need at hand. What he did know, of course, was that he was about to be used, and his cock kept oozing precum at the thought.

I want to cum, was the first thought in his mind and for the first time he wondered if that was all that was left of him, that sexual urge to empty his balls, Twenty-seven needs to cum! It was funny, but Stephen did not seem to think of himself as Stephen anymore, but as Twenty-seven, and he did need to cum. As the door to the room opened, his cock throbbed in anticipation, knowing he was about to be badly abused.

Twenty-seven needs to be abused, the boy thought now.

"Hello, Twenty-seven," Alec Lovett's voice made the boy's cock throb repeatedly, "I'm glad to see you again. I've been saving a lot of seed for our meeting today."

Twenty-seven grunted behind the ball gag, his cock releasing more precum than it already had.

"I have a special guest with me today, Twenty-seven," Alec Lovett said, "Like me, he loves torturing boys in their sweet spots."

"Hello, Twenty-seven," the other man said taking the boy's cock in his hand, "I am Zero."

Twenty-seven moaned through the gag as the man squeezed hard on his pubescent cockhead which was wet and sensitive beyond belief, thanks to Doctor Summers' injections. There was something about the man's voice, something familiar that Twenty-seven couldn't quite place. Little did the boy know that Zero was no other than his father.

"As you might have guessed," Stephen Smithson Senior –Zero- spoke, "I was Mister X's first slave. His first and favorite. The one with which he began his empire of slave boys."

As Zero spoke, Alec Lovett positioned himself behind Twenty-seven and started pinching on the boy's nipples. Twenty-seven moaned and grunted as Lovett twisted and pinched his nipples and Zero worked on squeezing his cockhead.

"I have been told you really enjoy some pain," Zero said as he squeezed on the boy's cock as he would when shaking someone's hand.

Twenty-seven moaned again.

"Get me the paddle," Zero commanded and Alec Lovett moved away from the boy and returned holding the paddle.

"You know something this whore really enjoys?" Alec Lovett said as he handed Zero the paddle, "He loves to be waxed on the inside of his cock …"

As Alec Lovett said it, the memory of the pain he'd felt made Twenty-seven's cock twitch three times in a row, releasing an obscene amount of precum on the seat.

"You see?" Lovett said and laughed as he positioned himself behind Stephen, so he could begin torturing the boy's nipples again, "just remembering makes him ooze!"

"Let's bring on the pain!" Zero said as he slapped Stephen's nuts with the paddle.

Twenty-seven grunted at the sudden pain in his nuts.

"Too lose," Zero said, "I need them tighter."

Having said so Zero picked a silk rope from the table and knelt before Twenty-seven. He pulled the boy's big nuts harshly, eliciting a new moan from him. He began tightly wrapping the rope around the scrotum and above Twenty-seven's overdeveloped nuts, squeezing the orbs every now and then just for the pleasure of doing it. Twenty-seven couldn't even squirm, tightly secured as he was, and so he endured Zero's rough handling of his balls. Once the boy's nuts had been sufficiently separated from his shaft Zero smiled and squeezed them even harder. Twenty-seven tried to squirm and screamed through the gag.

"Perfect reaction," Zero said and squeezed on the orbs again, "Lovett?"

"Yes, Zero?"

"Nipple clamps. Crocodile style."

Twenty-seven started whimpering as he remembered what crocodile clamps were, anticipating the pain his tender nipples were about to receive, but his cock spat a new load of precum. The boy's screaming through the gag as Lovett placed the first clamp was music to Zero's and Alec Lovett's ears. Zero could not believe how much precum Twenty-seven's tween cock was producing, but then again, he himself was a heavy precummer and it was very likely Stephen had inherited the trait from his father.

Zero went back to paddling the boy's nuts as Lovett placed the second clamp, eliciting a new scream from Twenty-seven. Zero carried on slapping the boy's balls with the paddle as he polished on the sweet purple cockhead. Twenty-seven moaned as Zero abused his cock and balls and Lovett abused his sweet pubescent nipples.

"Remove the gag," Zero instructed Lovett.

Once the gag was gone Zero squeezed both of Twenty-seven's nuts making a fist and the boy screamed but did not ask him to stop and Zero grinned. Maybe Mister X was right, maybe Twenty-seven was indeed a pain whore.

"Remove the blindfold," Zero instructed again.

Stephen Smithson Senior stood from his position, unzipping his tight pants and releasing his thick rod. Twenty-seven's eyes opened wide as he looked upon Zero's cock. It was a straight cock, veiny all over the shaft, with a knob red-purple head and huge balls. Twenty-seven had not seen a cock that long and he'd seen plenty of cocks in this place where he was a prisoner.

"I take it you like my cock?" Zero asked.

Twenty-seven did not reply but looked down.

"He's still not very fond of cocksucking," Lovett said, "but I'm sure with time he'll be."

"I see," Zero said.

Zero brought his wet oozing cock to Twenty-seven's face. The boy opened his mouth wide without having to be asked and Zero placed the huge knob inside the boy's mouth. Twenty-seven engulfed the hot oozing cockhead and sucked on it.

"Good boy," Zero said, "that's a good good boy."

Stephen Smithson Senior's cock throbbed non-stop as Stephen sucked him. The man had been waiting all his life for this moment, and he would've started earlier if Mister X had allowed it. But finally, here he was, with his beloved son sucking on the very cock that had spawned him. Zero couldn't have been happier as his one and only son sucked on his hard throbbing veiny 26 cm [10"] cock.

"That's enough," Zero said dangerously approaching orgasm, "Lovett, get him on the wooden stockade."

Alec Lovett obediently started unstrapping Twenty-seven, so he could place him on the stockade for Zero's amusement. Lovett was really looking forward to seeing what the boy's sadistic father had in mind. Once Twenty-seven had been released from the chair, Alec Lovett brought him to the new piece of dungeon furniture. He placed Twenty-seven's neck and wrists on the places designed for the purpose and closed the stockade, securing the boy in a bending position.

"Very well," Zero said, "Let's see how much pain those balls can take."

Having said so Zero placed a testicle parachute on top of the boy's scrotum under his shaft. Once in place he placed the first weight sphere and pushed it. Twenty-seven felt the familiar pain of something hanging from his nuts, remembering well when he'd had a full bucket of piss hanging from his balls. Zero added a second weight. Then a third. Then a fourth and pushed the weights again.

"Surprising," Zero said, "I thought by now you would be screaming."

The boy said nothing as Zero added more weights to his lovely boy nuts, his cock producing precum like there was no tomorrow. Zero got annoyed as the boy voiced no discomfort, thinking Twenty-seven should be complaining by now. Mad at the boy, he slapped him hard across the buttcheeks and ordered Lovett to release the boy from the stockade. Lovett did as commanded and soon Twenty-seven was standing with the weights hanging from his now purple nuts.

"Why have this slave's nips not been adorned?" he asked in an angry tone.

"I, I don't know …" Alec Lovett replied.

"Out!" he ordered, "Out and fetch me Brother Alpha."

Seeing that Lovett did not react in his shock, he shouted, "NOW!"

Alec Lovett left the dungeon to fetch Brother Alpha. Zero was so very annoyed such things could be overlooked. Mad as he was, he grabbed Twenty-seven's cock and started squeezing hard on the tween rod as he hit the ball weights, so the boy's nuts would be further tortured. Twenty-seven did not complain.

"You think you're tough, don't you?" Zero asked.

"No, sir," Twenty-seven replied shyly.

Zero grabbed Twenty-seven by the hair and pulled him all the way to the back of the dungeon throwing him on the X-table. Once there, he tied Twenty-seven's wrists and ankles with the leather shackles of the piece of torture furniture.

"This room needs illumination," Zero said.

For his next trick, he needed the boystick to stand at a 90° angle, so he took a string and tied it around Twenty-seven's glans neck, probably tighter than he needed to. Twenty-seven grunted and Zero knew he was moving in the right direction. He brought the other end of the string to the footboard of the X-table. He pulled the string until Twenty-seven's curved cock was as close to a 90° angle and tied it with a firm knot. He then walked away and came back holding a lit candle. Stephen moaned in anticipation and Zero grinned as he took the boy's cockhead and open its tender lips.

"Nnnnnnnnnnnghhhhhhhhh!" Twenty-seven complained as hot wax was poured inside his pee hole.

His cock throbbed and throbbed, the tight knot around his cockhead adding to his pain. Zero waited till the wax had solidified and then took it out with one hard pull. He then poured some more in holding apart the sweet cock lips.

"Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh!" Twenty-seven screamed.

"Now that's more like it," Zero said.

He removed the wax once again and poured some more wax inside the boy's urethra, repeating the operation again and again. When he was satisfied with Twenty-seven's screaming, he poured one last amount and, before it solidified, he pushed a good 5 cm [2"] of the 2 cm [0.75"] girth candle inside the boy's urethra, so that it would solidify with the wax inside.

Twenty-seven was now gasping in pain, his cock as hard as it could get. But Zero hadn't even really started yet. He tickled the boy's cockhead and made the boy rod throb. As expected, the liquid wax fell from the candle and onto the lovely mushroom sized cockhead, burning Twenty-seven's cockhead from the outside.

"Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh!" Twenty-seven screamed again.

Zero laughed a cavernous laugh as the boy struggled against his bindings. This is exactly what he had expected from his own son. Screaming. It would take time for Twenty-seven to adjust to the pain in his cock as the whole thing was covered in wax.

"This room is still too dark," he said.

And having said so, he moved on to the boy's nuts. Unceremoniously, Zero started removing the ball weights, letting the much abused tween nuts regain some of their natural color. Once the boy nuts were free, he tied a string right under the cock shaft and then pulled the other end of the string to the footboard of the X-table.

"Now, how much do you think I can stretch those low-hanging balls of yours, twenty-seven?" Zero asked.

Stephen screamed once again as the man started pulling his balls, stretching his ballsac beyond madness. When the man was satisfied with how the boy nuts looked, he made the knot on the footboard of the X-table. He then walked away to collect a new candle and returned.

"Let's see how you like candle wax on those gorgeous nuts of yours," he said and poured some wax over the already tortured balls.

Stephen screamed again. He had never been waxed on his nuts and it felt like hell. Each time Zero added a new measure of wax to his balls, the man would laugh as the boy screamed. When he was satisfied with how the boy's balls looked, he poured a new dollop and stuck the candle into it. When he was done, the boy was holding two candles, one up his urethra, one over his stretched balls.

"Now that is a wonderful human candleholder," Zero said and chuckled.

When Twenty-seven started to feel like he could take the abuse, the door to the dungeon opened wide and Brother Alpha entered.

"I was told you wanted to see me," Brother Alpha said.

"I was wondering why, unlike any other slave's in this house, Twenty-seven's nipples are nor adorned."

"I … sir," the man stammered, "I was not aware …"

"Get our of my sight," Zero said, "I'll make sure Mister X is informed of this."

Brother Alpha gulped and after bowing to the master's son, walked away from the dungeon. Zero grabbed Twenty-seven's cock and started masturbating him, up and down, up and down, the liquid wax falling to places it hadn't reach yet, giving the boy new reasons to scream.

"Something you will learn, Twenty-seven," Zero said, "Is that, when you want something done, you have to do it yourself."

He walked outside the dungeon leaving a confused boy inside. Was this it? Had Zero decided to quit on him? No, Twenty-seven did not think Mister X's first and favorite slave would be such a simpleton. He was so into his thoughts trying to figure out what had happened, that he felt startled as the door to the dungeon opened wide once again. Zero walked back in holding what looked like a plastic box, though the boy could not really see much given his position.

Zero approached Stephen and gave his cock one more squeeze. He then pulled the candle inserted in his pee hole in one fast and hard motion, making Stephen scream once again. Once he'd released the urethra, he let go of the knot around the boy's glans neck. Twenty-seven screamed once again at the sudden pain and Zero laughed once again. Then, ever so tenderly, the man cleaned the wax from the raw boystick and then covered it in a sort of gel.

"I think it's time to get busy on that cock of yours," Zero said as he set up the milking machine.

When the machine was in place, Zero turned it on and placed the milking case against Stephen's abused cockhead. The vacuum swallowed the whole cock in one fast motion and started to milk the boy, up and down his rod, up and down. The level of suction, Twenty-seven thought, was stronger than when he'd been milked by Doctor Summers, for he felt as if the machine was going to tear his cock away from his body.

"Now, time to adorn those lovely pink nipples of yours," Zero said.

Twenty-seven could not see, from his vantage point, what Zero was doing. The man brought a sort of medical cart workstation and left it by the boy. He then washed his hands in a sink on the far wall of the dungeon and put on sterile gloves and then put on a face mask. When ready, he came back to the medical workstation and opened the box he had previously brought with him. He picked a long needle and then sterilized it. When he was ready, he pinched Twenty-seven's right nipple and then cleaned it with a cotton bud soaked in alcohol. Twenty-seven whimpered not sure of what was about to happen but scared. Zero caught Twenty-seven's right nipple with the piercing clamps and once in place, he pushed the needle through the boy's nipple, piercing through from side to side.

Twenty-seven screamed at the top of his lungs as the needle went through his right nipple and Zero laughed maniacally. Once the needle was in place, Zero removed the nipple clamp since it was no longer necessary. He opened the sterile ring and pulled the needle out quickly inserting the surgical steel ring. Now Twenty-seven had a wonderful nipple ring on his right nipple.

"That's beautiful and more like it!" Zero said and slapped Twenty-seven's balls.

Twenty-seven's pain faded almost instantly as he focused on the case milking his cock. He was hard, as hard as he could get as Zero clamped his left nipple, getting him ready for his left ring. The boy sobbed and shivered anticipating the pain. Zero prepared the needle and pierced completely through the boy's left nipple, eliciting a new scream from the boy.

"Wonderful!" Zero said as he placed the left surgical steel ring.

Twenty-seven sobbed in pain, but his two nipples had been effectively adorned. Funny, Twenty-seven thought, how his dick was still rock hard even though he'd endured some heavy pain. The milking machine was still working as Zero looked at the boy's now pierced nipples. Zero grabbed Twenty-seven's balls and started squeezing on the tween orbs. Twenty-seven gasped. Pain in his balls had become one of his major turn-ons by now and the boy felt dangerously close to orgasm.

"Time to check on that gorgeous boy-dick of yours, Twenty-seven," Zero said giving the boy's balls one hard tug.

Zero turned the milking machine off and removed the milking case. Twenty-seven's dick, now purple with the abuse, was twitching like there was no tomorrow. The boy was gasping, like an animal in heat, waiting for release. Zero took the tween rod and squeezed hard on it and Twenty-seven moaned. Zero then started polishing the gorgeous mushroom-sized bullet-shaped dickhead which was now completely wet with the boy's dick juice.

"You like that, don't you, Twenty-seven?" Zero said, "You liked being screwed in your boyparts and not being in control …"

Twenty-seven said nothing. Zero started jerking the tween cock savagely as he polished on the cockhead. Zero was in heaven enjoying his only son's pain. Mister X – his father – was right, Stephen Jr had proven to be a willing pain-slut as much as Stephen Sr was. Twenty-seven was now gasping and panting, very likely close to shooting his spunk.

Zero then let go of the boy's rod and walked back to his rolling table. He took another sterilized long needle and came back to where Twenty-seven was. He took a cotton pad soaked in alcohol and started wiping Twenty-seven's cockhead. The boy whimpered. He guessed what was coming. Without ceremony, Zero placed the tip of the needle under Twenty-seven's frenulum and pierced in the direction of his meatus. Twenty-seven screamed again and Zero laughed out loud. With a quick movement, Zero pulled the needle out and inserted the ring which would be Twenty-seven's third adornment.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaghhhhhhhhhhhh!" Twenty-seven screamed as his cum started spurting from his much-abused cock.

"A true pain-pig!" Zero said and laughed maniacally as his son's tween rod kept spurting his spunk.

Zero grabbed the boy's cock and started masturbating him up and down, helping the boy to finish cumming. Moaning like an animal in heat, Twenty-seven emptied his balls as the man masturbated him roughly. Once his orgasm subsided, Zero used the boy's own cum to polish the swollen cockhead, the boy trying to escape the post cum torture and unable to do so.

"Please, sir, please!" the boy begged.

Zero, however, had been waiting for this moment all his life, and was not going to let Stephen Jr. finish the session without cumming at least one more time. As he polished the tender cockhead, he started squeezing on the boy's swollen nuts, knowing how much the boy seemed to enjoy the pain.

"Please, sir, please!" Twenty-seven begged again to no avail.

Zero continued the polishing squeezing routine until he felt the boy's cock throb repeatedly announcing a new orgasm. As the boy begged and grunted, his cock started spurting once again, a load as copious as the first one. Once the boy finished cumming, and unable to wait any longer, Zero brought his cock to the boy's mouth once again. Twenty-seven opened wide for Zero and engulfed the man's thick cock.

"Fuck, you're good!" Zero said as Twenty-seven tried his best to please the master's favorite.

He sucked with all his might trying his best to please the man who had just tortured him. If Twenty-seven is good, he will be rewarded, the boy thought. Not five minutes into sucking Zero, He felt the man's cock throb and applied even more suction. His reward came very soon, as Zero started emptying his balls in Twenty-seven's mouth. Zero had been saving himself for this moment, an expert at edging, even himself, so he delivered a really large load into Twenty-seven's mouth who swallowed eagerly.

"Good," Zero said, "You did very well, Twenty-seven," the man said, "I can see why Mister X is so proud of what he's done with you."

He bent down and kissed Twenty-seven deeply, feeling the flavor of his own cum in his son's mouth. Mister X and the staff at the house were definitely doing a great job with Stephen Jr. As he kissed his son, memories of his childhood came to mind, those years in which his father had trained him and turned him into his very first boy slave. As the years went by, Zero had participated in the initiation and training of all the boys his father and the brotherhood had abducted and trained. Twenty-seven slaves in total comprised Mister X's playground. Twenty-seven slaves and Zero knew the number would keep on growing, as his father was not planning on retiring any time soon.

"You did well, Twenty-seven, I'm very proud of you," Zero whispered in the boy's ear before exiting the dungeon.

Chapter 6
The road home

After his encounter with Zero, Twenty-seven was once again placed in solitary confinement. He hated solitary confinement. There, he would not see the other slaves and he was not used or abused. He was not clear on what he had done wrong to earn solitary confinement, for he had been a good slave for Zero, knowing the man was Mister X's favorite slave. But he had been here for probably … what? … five days? Like the previous time, he was fed three times a day. Unlike the last time, no one would drop by to touch him, slap his balls, edge him or leave him hanging. The only constant visitor was Doctor Summers, to make sure his new piercings were healing. During his waking hours, he would think of nothing but being abused and at night he'd dream of the countless times he'd been tortured, always waking up with a raging hard-on, wet in pre-cum and unable to jack off to his satisfaction.

On the seventh day of his imprisonment, a man came. This man, he'd never seen before. He was tall, muscular, a black leather mask over his face along with the typical dark hood of the brotherhood. He was wearing black leather pants, tight to his muscular legs, and unlike the Brothers, his cock was not dangling outside his pants.

"Hello, Twenty-seven," the man said.

"Mister X?" Twenty-seven asked recognizing the man's voice almost immediately.

"Yes, Twenty-seven," the man said and opened his arms for the boy, "but you will address me as Master."

"Yes, Master," Twenty-seven said.

"Come here," the man said.

Twenty-seven walked to the man and hugged him, not really knowing why he felt like the man was there to protect him, probably because of what he had said when he was first brought to the house, that he was going to take care of him. Mister X had turned into Twenty-seven's ideal of a father figure, even if he didn't really know the man.

"You did very well with Zero, Twenty-seven," Mister X said caressing the boy's hair.

"I did?" Twenty-seven asked.

"Indeed," Mister X said, "In fact, you did so well that I have a big surprise for you."

"You do?" Twenty-seven asked, his face lighting up.

"Yes," the man said, "First, however, we need to see to it that you're groomed."

"Don't … don't let go of me," Twenty-seven said.

Mister X chuckled knowing the boy was afraid that the man would break his promise of protecting him as he'd done many times in the past. Still, Mister X knew that was the best way to indoctrinate a slave, always giving him something to hope for.

"I won't," Mister X said and walked Twenty-seven out of solitary confinement.

Hand in hand, the boy and the master walked through the dark, stone aisles of the house and through different sets of stairs, until they stood before a black door. Mister X tapped some numbers in a control pad and the door opened, allowing him and Twenty-seven into the most amazing bedroom Twenty-seven had ever seen. The place was huge, Stone still, but so beautifully decorated Twenty-seven's eyes opened wide.

"Woooooooooooooooooow," Twenty-seven said.

Mister X chuckled again and ordered Twenty-seven to stand next to the bed, hands on his head. Now an obedient boy, Twenty-seven did as ordered as Mister X pushed the red button on an interphone. From the other side of the phone line, the voice came.

"Yes, Master?"

"Send in Nineteen and Twenty-six with everything needed to groom Twenty-seven."

"Yes, Master," the man replied.

"Have Mister Adderley report as well with the best clothes he can choose for a twelve-year-old. And make sure to call for Mister Dooley and say I'll be expecting the item I ordered from him three days ago."

"Yes, Master. Is there anything else I can do for you, Master?"

"No, that'll be all. Thanks, Cordy."

When the man turned around, he saw his lovely grandson standing right where he had left him, in the position in which he had left him. This boy, however, was not completely his grandson Stephen. Stephen had been released from the restrictions of a regular boy and set free to become someone new, a sweet obedient slave boy called Twenty-seven. Mister X looked at his newest slaveboy. The boy was unwashed, but still looked as beautiful as he could, and definitely a Smithson. The boy was a Smithson too when it came to his private parts, his cock at full mast a good 14 cm [5.5"] and his low hanging balls, resistant to any kind of pain. Definitely Smithson traits.

"You're beautiful, Twenty-seven," the man said.

"Thank you, Sir," the boy said blushing at the compliment, one of the few compliments he'd received in his new life as a slave.

Mister X walked to the boy and grabbed the boy's hard rod and caressed it softly. Twenty-seven gasped but didn't move an inch and Mister X smiled. He rubbed the cock up and down, precum oozing at the sudden attention. He peeled the foreskin back and polished a bit on the head using the boy's precum as lubricant. Twenty-seven sighed in anticipation. With his other hand, Mister X started caressing Twenty-seven's low hanging nuts, giving the boy new shivers. Twenty-seven still remained stoic, hands on his head.

"We've trained you well," the man said, "I'm really proud of you, Twenty-seven."

Mister X was the second man to tell him he was proud, and something melted inside the boy's heart. Zero had also said he was proud, and Twenty-seven felt the pride only a slave could feel at being praised by his master. He smiled a shy smile as Mister X carried on tenderly caressing his cock and balls. The sweet moment was abruptly ended as the doorbell brought them out of their concentration. Mister X walked to the door, tapped some keys in his security lock and the door opened. Nineteen and Twenty-six entered the room, naked as it befitted slaves in The House, nothing but their collars with their numbers hanging from their necks.

Nineteen he already knew. It was the fourteen-year-old red-haired boy who had touched and abused him every now and then, the one who had made sure Twenty-seven understood what becoming a pain-slave was, always torturing him into accepting he was indeed a pain-slutt. That was the main reason he kind of hated Nineteen, for always reminding him of who he had become. For the first time in his life, though, Twenty-seven found himself thinking the boy was attractive and felt confused. He had never found boys attractive. Correction, Stephen had never found boys attractive. It seemed that Twenty-seven did. Or at least he thought Nineteen was attractive.

Twenty-six he didn't know, but as soon as the boy entered following Nineteen, Twenty-seven recognized him. Twenty-six had been a boy at his school, a boy who had gone missing almost two years before. Tommy. Tommy Fenton. He knew because the boy had been all over the local news. One day, as he left school, Tommy Fenton had been abducted, never to be heard from again. Funny, he thought, how it was Tommy's own father who asked the authorities to stop the search. Was it possible Tommy's father had been involved in his own son's disappearance? Twenty-seven wondered how many of the slaves in The House were in the same situation as Twenty-six and himself, but he knew better than to ask.

"Nineteen, Twenty-six," Mister X said, "Take Twenty-seven to my tub and groom him."

"Yes, Sir," Nineteen said smiling.

"No funny business," Mister X said almost immediately as he recognized he look in the redhaired's eyes, "I want him ready in twenty minutes."

"Yes, Master," Nineteen said, with an obvious look of disappointment.

Ever since Twenty-seven's arrival, Nineteen had taken a kind of special interest in the boy. Twenty-seven was probably the most beautiful boy Nineteen had seen since his arrival in The House almost four years before. At times like this, Nineteen wondered if he'd ever stop liking Twenty-seven the way he did. The boy was beautiful, with a gorgeous cock and low hanging awesome balls. He had a tight asshole and, the more obedient the boy became, the more Nineteen felt attracted to him in a way he'd never felt attracted to any other slave … or anyone else, for that matter.

Both Nineteen and Twenty-six took Twenty-seven to the Master's bathroom. They placed the boy in the hot tub and washed him thoroughly with the most expensive soap and oils. His dark mane was washed with aromatic shampoo and conditioned afterwards.

As they bathed the boy, Nineteen noticed some slight downy dark pubes growing around the boy's pubic mound and smiled. They, however, had to be taken care of since the masters hated pubic hair, the reminder that a sweet boyslave was growing. Some of the Brothers did like older boys, and that's why some older slaves were still popular. But Mister X liked his boys to be thirteen and younger. He could only imagine how gorgeous Twenty-seven's cock would look with dark pubes crowning his gorgeous rod. That, he would never see, as all boyslaveshad all their body hair removed save for the head and eyebrows. He himself could only imagine what his own cock would look crowned by red pubes, since he'd never actually seen them. After all, he'd been only ten when abducted and brought to The House.

Twenty minutes later, Twenty-seven was presented to Mister X, who was now in the company of Mister Adderley and Mister Dooley. The boy looked almost like Stephen when he'd been brought to the house last December, almost ten months before. His hair had been thoroughly washed and untangled, and all dirt had been removed from his body. He was as white as he'd always been, the gorgeous blushing of his cheeks more appealing than ever.

"Good job," Mister X told Nineteen and Twenty-six.

Nineteen looked at Twenty-seven with longing as Mister X told them to go back to their chores. The fourteen-year-old red-haired boyslave was under the impression he would never see Twenty-seven again. And he was under that impression because, the one time he'd groomed a boy like this -Twenty-, the boy had been released from The House never to return. From Brother Sierra he'd heard the boy had been given back to his parents, his father taking the place of his son at The House as a slave.

The new Twenty was the oldest slave in the house being thirty-eight years of age and he never mingled with any of the other slaves. Actually, Nineteen had never seen him, but he'd heard stories of how the man was kept in solitary confinement, always plugged in the ass, always milked day and night, always fed the Brothers' cum and piss, always edged and never allowed to cum, except for the Holidays. Those of course, were only stories passed among the slaves, and there was no evidence of it. Nineteen, however, was almost sure the story had some truth behind it, cause the original Twenty, an eleven-year-old boy, had never been seen again at The House.

As he saw how they had been asked to groom Twenty-seven, and at the presence of The Master Jeweler and the Master Dresser, Nineteen was almost sure Twenty-seven was going to be released from The House and he'd never see him again. He felt sad. He felt sad because this was the first time he had allowed himself to attach emotionally to a slaveboy and he would not see that slaveboy again.

Before leaving the room, and feeling as bold as he'd ever felt, Nineteen turned around and looked at Mister X with pleading eyes.

"Master," he said.

"Yes, Nineteen?" Mister X replied.

"I know it's not my place to ask, and I should be thankful with what I'm given, and I have been given so much, the master being so generous …" he hesitated and then carried on, "… but, Master, if … if it is not too much to ask …"

Mister X nodded, showing the redhead he could continue.

"Can I kiss Twenty-seven?"

Mister X nodded once again. Nineteen lowered his sight in respect and walked towards the boyslave he loved the most. Ever so tenderly, he placed his hands on Twenty-seven's waist and brought his lips to the object of his affection. Twenty-seven was puzzled by Nineteen's reaction and looked at him askance, but said nothing. Nineteen pressed his lips tenderly against Twenty-seven's and then looked him in the eye.

"Be good," Nineteen said as he caressed Twenty-seven's cheek, "Be an obedient boy."

He turned around quickly so that neither Twenty-seven nor the Master saw the tears that were threatening to run down his cheeks. Eyes watery, Nineteen left the room with the most intense feeling of sadness he'd ever experienced in his brief life.

Once the slaves had left, Mister X extended his hand and Mister Dooley gave him something.

"This," Mister X said, "Is a very special present for you. Few boys have ever been given such a sign of my affection."

Mister X showed Twenty-seven what he was talking about. In his hand, there was a beautiful ring in the boy's size. It was a golden ring, much like a wedding band. As Twenty-seven took it in his white hand and observed the item closely, he realized it had been embossed with the number 27 on the inside. Twenty-seven opened his eyes wide, unable to understand why Mister X was giving him what seemed to be such an expensive present. As he placed the ring on his left ring finger, he remembered he had seen a few slaves wearing a similar band, Nineteen being one of them.

"Fo-for … me?" Twenty-seven asked.

"You've earned it," Mister X said.

"Why?" Twenty-seven asked.

"One does not question the Master's benevolence," Mister Dooley said.

Mister Dooley left the room as soon as the present was given. Mister Adderley then cleared his throat and Mister X turned to the man. Ever so gracefully, Mister Adderley started dressing Twenty-seven. He began with the socks and then continued with the boy's tightey-whiteys. Once in place, the man placed the T-shirt and then the jeans. He then proceeded to place and tie the tennis shoes. When they were ready, he applied some sweet-scented perfume to the boy and combed the boy's hair gently. The final touch was the puffa jacket, very similar to the one Stephen was wearing when he was abducted.

Once the boy had been fully dressed, Mister Adderley excused himself and left Twenty-seven alone with Mister X.

"Master?" the boy asked.

"Yes, Twenty-seven?" Mister X replied.

"Wha-what is … the mean-meaning … of … all this …"

"This," Mister X said, "means you are free, Twenty-seven."

"Fr-free?" Twenty-seven asked in disbelief.

"Yes," Mister X replied.

"I-I … I don't understand …" the boy stuttered.

"A chauffeur is waiting outside to take you home. You're free, Twenty-seven, you're going home."

Twenty-seven was confused. Free? Did that mean he was free to go back to Stephen's life? He suddenly thought of Stephen's father, Stephen's school, Stephen's classmates, the girl Stephen used to like. He was free. Twenty-seven was free to leave The House and go back to that life which seemed so distant now, Stephen's life. Why? Why was he free? Had he done something wrong? Had he done something to displease Mister X? Or Zero? Or the Brothers? He didn't understand, he didn't understand why Mister X was telling him he was free.

Mister X took Twenty-seven's hand and started walking him outside. He noticed his grandson was very pensive and he completely understood why. Becoming Twenty-seven had been a breaking point in the boy's life. Being suddenly returned to being Stephen was a big shock for him, but this had to be done. Stephen, unlike many boys in The House, was a Smithson, and thus he was to go back to his life as a Smithson. One day, Stephen would have to take over the family business.

"Here we are," Mister X said as they approached the limo and a good-looking man opened the door to the car.

"Am I really going home?" Twenty-seven asked.

"You are …" Mister X said.

"I am … I am going home …" Twenty-seven said.

"Are you not happy?" Mister X asked.

"I … uh … I think I am …"

"You should be," Mister X said, "Now, go on, we don't want to keep Miles waiting. It's almost noon and he has to be back before dinner."

Twenty-seven nodded and hopped into the limo. Mister X closed the door and Miles started the car. As the limo moved farther and farther away from The House, Mister X started becoming a smaller point in the distance. Twenty-seven sighed. He still didn't understand why he was free.

"What day is this?" Twenty-seven asked.

"It's Thanksgiving," Miles replied.

Thanksgiving! How was it possible it was thanksgiving? Stephen had been taken to the house before Christmas … had it really been that many months he'd been gone? It was almost impossible to believe that many months had passed since his imprisonment. He had trouble remembering how his life had been before the house. As they drove, he started thinking of his time in The House. He remembered vividly all the abuse he'd endured at the hands of Doctor Summers, The Brothers, Mister Lovett, Zero and even the slaves.

He rather clearly remembered the first time he'd been abused, when he had been made to suck on all the Brothers' cocks while his cock and balls were tortured. Back then he had found the experience the most horrible thing that had ever happened to him. That seemed so long ago, like it had happened in a different lifetime. It had. It had happened to the boy Twenty-seven used to be. Stephen.

'But I am him,' he thought, 'I am Stephen and I am Twenty-seven.'

He remembered that first time his balls had been made to carry weight, when a bucket full of piss had hung from his nuts, still tender and unaccustomed to pain. Back then he'd felt like his balls were going to be torn from his body. He was so naïve back then, in that moment he didn't know what his balls were capable of carrying. No, he was not so naïve, he only was Stephen. And now he was Twenty-seven, the best version of Stephen, the one who understood how much pain meant pleasure.

He remembered in detail Mister Lovett's first visit, when the man had tortured him in every way possible, even pouring hot wax inside his pee-hole. Mister Lovett had always been the toughest of his visitors, but it had been him who had made Stephen understand what Twenty-seven was capable of withstanding and turning it into his own pleasure. The hot wax … every time he thought of the hot wax his tween cock got so very hard, like now, he was hard and wet.

He remembered the weekly physicals when Doctor Summers would milk him mercilessly for hours on end until he had delivered at least five loads of cum. Doctor Summers was very particular when it came to using a boy. Every time Twenty-seven thought he had the man figured, the evil doctor would find new ways of torturing his tender spots. From Doctor Summers he had learnt a lot too, lots of things that had helped Stephen become Twenty-seven.

He remembered the weekly visits by two or three brothers at the same time, when he was fucked and made to suck their cocks. Every time he was visited, he was made to swallow the Brothers' cum loads. With time, he had learnt to distinguish which brother's load he was swallowing by the scent and flavor. Cocksucking was not his favorite part of his life at The House, but he had gotten used to it. There was one brother he had always enjoyed blowing and that was Brother Whiskey, probably because the man had always been kind and gentle to him. He had memorized Brother Whiskey's cock with his mouth, all the bumps, the veins, the shape, the pee-slit … everything he used every time he was called to pleasure the man.

He remembered the slave orgies, when Nineteen and many others would take turns pleasuring and being pleasured by Twenty-seven when the masters were not around. Nineteen was particularly vicious with his cock and balls, and he was the one to fuck him harder. It seemed like Twenty-seven's ass had also memorized the shape and nuances of Nineteen's cock. The red-haired slave had found the way to push all the right buttons when it came to pleasuring Twenty-seven.

He remembered his first time in solitary confinement, when he had been cut off from every single person in The House. He had been left alone, abandoned, not made to cum. It was in that very specific period of time when Stephen had turned into Twenty-seven. That was when Twenty-seven had finally understood who he was and what triggered his pleasure. It had been Brother Whiskey who had come to his rescue to make him free again.

More than anything, he remembered his recent abuse at the hands of Zero, when his nipples and cock had been pierced and had rings attached as adornments. Zero had been even more vicious than Mister Lovett and Twenty-seven should hate him for what he had made him endure. But there was something Zero had done that Lovett had never done. He had told Twenty-seven he was proud of him. And that had made Twenty-seven love his abuser more than anyone. Zero was proud of him. And Twenty-seven experienced, for the first time, the great pride it gave to please a master in such a way the master would feel proud of his boyslave.

As Miles drove, Twenty-seven realized he was hard and his underwear wet with his precum. Then, why was he being set free? Why was Mister X letting him go if he was Twenty-seven? He was such a good boyslave even Zero was proud of him. He looked at the golden ring on his left hand. Mister X was proud of him too and had even given him this distinction, a distinction few boyslaves got. The further Miles drove away from The House, the more confused Twenty-seven felt. Why was he being let go?

Thirty minutes into his ride, he started feeling sick. He started shivering and cold-sweating under his puffa jacket. Suddenly he felt like he wanted to throw up. Through the mirror, Miles noticed the boy was not fine and pulled to the side of the road.

"Are you alright, boy?" Miles asked as he opened the passenger door.

Twenty-seven just nodded, but the driver knew he wasn't alright. He touched the boy's forehead and noticed he had a fever. Twenty-seven was shivering uncontrollably even though the day was not particularly cold. He went back to the driver's seat and started the car. There was only one thing to be done and that was to hurry up and take Stephen home.

"Back," Twenty-seven spoke soflty.

"Master?" Miles asked.

"Pl-please … take … take m-m-me ba-back …"

Miles nodded. He was not sure this was the right thing to do, but the boy was clearly not feeling well and they were halfway between the boy's home and The House. So without thinking too much he turned the car around and started driving back to The House. In the backseat, Twenty-seven seemed to have fallen asleep, but Miles knew it was more likely the fever the boy was experiencing. He had to get to The House as fast as possible.

To Be Continued