Zelamir

Another Country

Chapters 15-20

MMbdog humil (nasty)

Nicky lay naked on his stomach stretched across the table feeling, helpless and vulnerable, waiting, knowing that he was going to be hurt and that there was nothing he could do to avoid it.

He was frightened and he was ashamed.

No normal boy would respond to the abuse that had been inflicted on him so passively. A normal boy would fight and resist and even if he could not win, he would not get excited by it. Only a slut would react in that way. His body betrayed him, it was telling him and it was telling the world, he was not normal. He was a slut, a fuck boy, a whore.

It was clear that Mister Toby had almost finished kneading the cream into his bottom. He was just putting the finishing touches to the task, working the ointment into the crease of his bottom where the stripes burnt longest and hottest. Mister Toby was standing over him thrusting his thumbs into the cleft of his bum touching his anus lips. Entry to his boy hole was blocked by the plug but Mister Toby's touch generated tremors of extreme excitement deep inside Nicky's body. He threw his head back, whimpering in excit ement, the muscles in his bottom contracted deepening the dimples on either side of his rump.

Seeing and recognising the signs Mister Toby laughed and delivered a hard open handed slap across the boy's quivering bottom.

"Slut," he said contemptuously and turned away to set about assembling the gear he would need to clean and dress the boy's feet, bruised and torn after his shoeless track to the farm.

He could not see Mister Toby but he could hear him moving about behind him, with the occasional sounds of drawers being opened and closed, the clink of metal and glass, and the sound of running water. Then there was the sound of shod feet approaching, the heavy deliberate step of a grown man and the lighter quicker step of a young boy. Nicky felt a blast of cool air against his bare skin as the door into the loose box was swung open.

"Here's Mister William," Jason's young voice announced. "We would have been quicker but he was on the telephone when I got to the house."

"Yes sorry Toby. I had just got hold of our friend at the Border Agency and was discussing with him what could be arranged about getting young Nicky quietly out to the Island. Apparently they're holding a Vietnamese boy of about the right age, picked up by the police when they raided the cannabis farm he was meant to be looking after. He's due to be deported once the formalities are completed and the last appeal hearing and that appeal will be rejected, is scheduled in just under four weeks time. They'd usually dispose of him by selling him back to the gang who owned him in the first place and covering his disappearance by saying he had absconded but they're prepared to let us have him and then they will deport Nicky in his place. I said we would make sure they would not be out of pocket on the transaction."

"How much do you think?"

"Oh just fifty quid. That's apparently about the standard charge. For that the gang get their boy back. It's a good deal cheaper than bringing a fresh one in from Vietnam. The transport costs are so high."

" Well that's not too bad."

"Specially when you consider you are saving a good deal more than that on Nicky's air fare. This way the British taxpayer will be paying for his ticket not us."

"But will we get away with it." Mister Toby asked doubtfully, "Substituting an English boy for a Vietnamese one I mean. They won't look the slightest bit alike."

"Same age, roughly the same size I am told,".Bill replied. "Certainly not the same colouring but nobody will be looking too closely. All the people. Involved just want to be rid of the brat and he'll be handcuffed to one of our friends through out. Nobody will even think it's possible he's the wrong boy. And by then, after four weeks, nearly all the time outside whatever the weather, Nicky's skin will be a good deal darker. His hair will be fair but there are quite a few blond Vietnamese boys about now after twenty years or so of sex tourism from the West. Like I said nobody's going to check anyway."

"Well, yes that's fair enough but then there's the Vietnamese slut. What are we to do with him? He'll be very much surplus to requirements. Do you think we could sell him back to his old owners? That's after all what our friends in the Border Agency would have done if we hadn't wanted him."

"I suggested it to the Border agency boys but they were very much against if. Their way the boy runs away before he can be deported so no one will be surprised if he turns up tending the plants in another cannabis farm in this country. Our way depends on his appearing to have been deported so if he turns up here it would invite questions."

"So?"

"Well we have a problem but rather a pleasant one I suggest. A twelve to thirteen year old chocolate coloured brat that nobody cares a damn about to get rid of. A brat who as part of the deportation procedure has been subjected to a full medical check up and who is certified as clear of all infectious and contagious diseases."

There was a pause while Mister Toby thought this over absent mindedly squeezing the back of Nicky's firm young thigh as he did so.

Suddenly he grinned.

"We'll have a party," he said, "for our UK patrons. Four weeks will be quite enough notice for it and we can use the occasion to offer Nicky to the Society. It will be the first time a boy is donated away from the Island. That way he'll arrive there already bearing the mark of the dragon."

He laughed again and landed a resounding open handed smack across Nicky's bare rump.

"Right," he said cheerfully, "Bill, you hold him by his shoulders and keep him face down across the table while I get to work on his feet. I am afraid you'll find it hard work. It's surprising how hard quite a small brat will struggle when it's really being hurt and this will hurt a lot."

Nicky felt strong hands grasping him by his shoulders forcing him face down onto the table. He lay there helpless, feeling utterly vulnerable in his nakedness waiting with sick anticipation for the pain to begin. He felt his ankle gripped and lifted from the floor. Twisting his head he saw Mister Toby standing with his back to him his leg gripped tight against the man's waste by his crooked elbow.

Mister Toby bent down to take a look at the sole of the boy's foot, wrinkled his nose in distaste and then pressed his right thumb firmly into the ball of the boy's dirt encrusted foot.

Nicky's feet, bruised and torn from his forced trek along the rough lane to the farm, already hurt. Mister Toby's thumb pressing into the raw flesh of sent waves of pain surging though His body. He screamed and tried to pull his foot away . Bill swore as he fought to keep the frantically writhing boy pinned to the table top.

"Jason," Mister Toby commanded, "fill a bucket with hot water and splash a good dollop of iodine in it and swab the dirt off the brat's foot. Let's see what needs to be done."

There was a clank of metal and the rush of running water. The sharp pungent smell of iodine filled the air. A brief moment.of respite for Nicky as Mister Toby eased the pressure of his thumb and then fresh agony as the disinfectant burnt and stung his broken flesh.

"Work it well into the cuts Jason," Mister Toby ordered raising his voice to be heard over the boy's howls. "They need to be thoroughly cleaned out before we apply the foot dressing or there'll be risk of infection."

"Wait a moment. I'll pull the cut open and you can get the cloth right into it and sponge the gravel out."

"Lucky," Bill remarked the strain in his voice betraying the effort he was making to hold Nicky down, "we don't have any neighbours or there would be complaints about the noise."

"Stop a moment now Jason and pass me the small knife," Toby ordered, I'm afraid he'll make even more noise now. The last fragments of gravel of gravel seem to be embedded in the cuts and will need to be scraped out. Watch out Bill he's really going to start to fight now."

The room echoed to Nicky's shrill screams as Mister Toby, a frown of concentration on his face, dug fragments of gravel out of the cuts in his feet. The boy's howls of agony mingling with Bill's deeper expletives as he struggled to keep the thrashing boy pinned to the table.

"Keep swabbing the blood away Jason," Mister Toby ordered, "I've got to see what I'm doing."

"He's bleeding a lot," Jason remarked as he dabbed away at the soul of Nicky's foot.

"Could I have a go with the knife Mister Toby?" he asked wistfully. Mister Toby glanced up and seeing Jason's little boy's prick erect, it's pink head exposed and wobbling just short of his belly button, smiled. The young lad had the right spirit he thought.

Cursing quietly to himself Bill fought to pin Nicky to the table as the boy thrashed about in his agony.

"That's the one foot done," Mister Toby said half an hour or so later raising his voice to be heard over Nicky's wild sobbing.

"Jason, you see the can on the top there with the paint brush resting in it. Bring it here and use the brush to slap its contents on the brat's feet. Use the brush and be sure to work it well into the cuts and put it on really thick so as to staunch the bleeding. I'll hold his foot steady while you do it."

Saying this he caught hold of Nicky's ankle with hands red and sticky from the boy's blood and braced himself to restrain the lad's struggles.

"Petroleum jelly, dog oil, and a few other things. By tomorrow morning the soles of his feet will be the firmness and consistency of soft leather," Mister Toby remarked as Jason vigorously applied the pungent liquid to Nicky's raw feet. (1)

Nicky descended into a dark seemingly endless tunnel of intense pain divorced from any sense of place or time. The pain was all consuming. He felt nothing else, was aware of nothing else.

The one thing he was conscious of was pain. Pain that somehow was centred on his feet but nevertheless filled his entire body. Then slowly the blackness that had filled his mind began to clear. He was kneeling on all fours on the concrete floor. Inches away from his face he could see three pairs of shoes, a set of heavy brown brogues, a battered pair of canvas shoes and a pair of much smaller and considerably more expensive trainers. Turning his head his eyes travelled upwards, a pair of grey flannel trousers, a pair of denim jeans, and the smooth naked legs of a young boy. In his nakedness there was little chance of missing the boy's intense excitement. The massive bulges in the crutches of the denim jeans and the grey flannel trousers were hardly less noticeable. Slowly he raised his eyes further. Misters Toby and Bill and young Master Jason, he had learnt enough already to know that he had to think of them in that way, stood looming over him. In their eyes he saw cruelty, excitement and an amused contempt. He couldn't help himself. He cowered down on the floor, sobbing loudly, naked, terrified and without hope.

"Open the door to the yard please Jason," Toby said picking the length of rubber hosing up. "I'll put him in the spare kennel for the night. I think he's just about had as much as he can take for the moment."

"Bill could you fetch the bucket of maize porridge and scraps from the house. We'll feed Trapper and the slut together."

Nicky heard the door open and felt a blast of cool air against his bare flesh.

"Come on boy cunt move," Toby shouted landing a hefty kick up his bottom.

Nicky tried to stand up but collapsed back on his knees the lacerated souls of his feet unable to bear his weight.

"Come on move!" Toby snarled cutting him across the side of his rump with the length of hosing. Urged on by frequent sharp blows from the hose Toby sent the boy scuttling in front of him on his hands and knees out into the yard.

Bill carrying a zinc bucket appeared hurrying down from the house. Trapper sensing food hurled himself against the bars of the kennel in which he was confined barking loudly.

"Get the small trough and put it down here Jason please," Toby said bending down and taking a firm grip of Nicky's collar.

Trapper's barking reached a crescendo of hysterical enthusiasm as Bill tipped the contents out of the bucket, banging its rim against the side of the trough to make sure it was emptied.

"Come on slut," Mister Toby growled dragging Nicky, still on his hand and knees, by his collar towards the trough.

Nicky seeing the unappetising mixture of vegetable scraps swimming in a sea of watery maize porridge that had been tipped into the trough baulked, fighting back with all his strength against the man pulling on his collar.

Bill moved quickly. Still holding the now empty bucket he got behind the boy and drove him forward with a powerful boot up his bottom.

"Stubborn little bastard," Mister Toby growled, "you'd think he would be too hungry to be so choosy."

Grabbing a handful of Nicky's hair with his free hand he tried to force his head down into the trough. Nicky, who was by now beyond rational thought, fought back desperately. He had.not eaten for at least twenty four hours and if he had only allowed himself a moment of calm would have recognised that he was desperately hungry but calm thought in his present state of terror induced panic was beyond him.

Toby understood the position very well and knew the cure from his experience with the Island boys. He swore softly to himself, handed the length of hosing to Jason and dipping his free hand in the unappetising swill took a handful of the stuff and slapped it over Nicky's mouth clamping his nostrils shut with his finger and thumb. Nicky struggled and choked and then faced with the choice of swallowing or suffocating, swallowed. He was suddenly aware of how hungry he was. He swallowed and nuzzled at Mister Toby's hand to get at the last morsel of food there.

Toby withdrew his hand and released his grip of the boy's hair. Nicky seeing the trough in front of him and suddenly recognising how hungry he was reached out with his hands to scoop the food from the trough. To the famished boy the sloppy yellowish porridge with fragments of vegetable waste floating in it now looked very attractive.

Toby snatched the length of piping from Jason and smashed it viciously down on Nicky's hands knocking them apart. Nicky yelled and pulled his hands hastily away from the trough. The hunger gnawing at his belly drove him to try again. For the second time he reached out to the trough and again Mister Toby slashed down at his hands knocking them apart.

Nicky felt Mister Toby's hand on the back of his head forcing it down towards the trough. All at once he sensed what he would have to do if he was to be allowed to fill his achingly empty belly. Putting his hands flat on the ground he bent forward pushing his head down into the trough and began gobbling up the maize porridge. He ate quickly for he now realised how very hungry he was and he had no idea when, the to him totally unpredictable forces that now ruled his life, would allow him to eat again.

Mister Toby wiped the last fragments of swill from the palm of his hand on the boy's upturned bottom leaving a yellowish smear of dirt across the pale taughtly drawn flesh.

"Didn't take long to work out what he had to do that time," Mister Toby said approvingly, "the slut is learning."

"He looks gross," Jason remarked, disgust and contempt apparent in his voice as Nicky gobbled away at the food in the trough oblivious to the the two men and the boy watching his humiliation. "His arse is stuck up in the air and you can see right into his hole. He's eating like an animal."

"He is an animal; that's the lesson he's learnt today," Mister Toby said and then added. "Go and let Trapper out of his kennel. Its time he has his turn at the trough."

Jason slid the bolt holding the door to Trapper's cage back. The big dog, wild with excitement, hurled itself against the door before the boy was able to pull it fully open. He burst from the cage and charged across the yard to where Nicky eating hungrily knelt, his head buried in the trough. Growling fiercely the dog knocked him to one side replacing him at the trough. Nicky cowered on the yard floor watching Trapper greedily gulping down the remaining swill. Driven by his newly discovered hunger the famished boy crept nearer the trough. Trapper briefly lifted his head and snarling fiercely launched himself at the boy who starting back just avoided the dog's bared teeth. Trapper having driven off his rival began to eat again while Nicky hunkered back on his knees watching him enviously.

Trapper licked the trough clean and then raising his leg directed a stream of dog's pee into it. Only then did he seem to have time to spare for the naked boy kneeling with a couple of feet of him. He ambled over towards Nicky and began to undertake a leisurely perambulation around him. Nicky made a half-hearted attempt to stand up but hastily abandoned it. The souls of his feet were too cut and sore after Mister Toby's work on them to bear his weight. Dropping back to his knees Nicky tried to back away from Trapper while manoeuvring to stop the animal getting behind him.

Jason and the two men watched grinning, enjoying the fun. Nicky looked up at them. Seeing from their grinning faces that he could expect no help from them he backed up hard against the stable wall pressing his bare bum tight against the rough stone work. Trapper circled about him and tried to press his nose between the stable wall and the boy's bare bottom. Nicky resisted stubbornly maintaining his position even when the dog snarled and nipped at his rump.

"Poor Trapper," Jason said laughing, "why can't he have his turn at the boy bitch's bottom. Don't be a spoil sport Uncle Toby get Nicky away from the wall and give Trapper a chance."

"You seem to have forgotten the whore's bottom has been plugged Jason but we'll see how Trapper squares up to that challenge. It may be amusing."

"Get away from that wall boy," Mister Toby shouted striking down at Nicky's head with the hose pipe and then, as he bowed his head under the rain of blows, at his shoulders, trying to drive the boy out into the yard away from the protection of the wall.

"Please don't, please don't," Nicky wailed raising his arm in a vain attempt to shield his body.

"Do as you're fucking told whore," Mister Toby roared striking down with such force that he knocked the boy's thin arm to one side.

Nicky's scream of pain was cut short as Mister Toby slipped his hand inside his slave collar and hurled him bodily out into the middle of the yard. Nicky landed on his knees and made a desperate attempt to scuttle back to the protection of the stable wall before Trapper could reach him. Jason ran forward and grabbing him by the collar struggled to hold him fast as Nicky on his hands and knees fought to break free.

Trapper seeing his chance got behind the frantic boy and tried to push his nose into his bum. Nicky while fighting against Jason's grip on his neck chain tried to twist his bottom away from the do 's prying nose.

"Twist your hand in the chain Jason," Mister Toby called, "that'll choke the little sod and stop that nonsense."

Blood pounded in Nicky's head as the chain tightened round his neck cutting off the air to his lungs. He felt Jason pressing down on the back of his neck forcing his head down. He tried to fight back but lack of air sapped his strength. He knelt his face pressed against the concrete floor his bottom sticking up in the air. He heard Trapper briefly whine and felt the dog's nose, cold and wet, pressing in to his bottom.

In a last desperate attempt to escape the dog's attentions he shot his legs straight out collapsing his body face down onto the ground. Trapper confused by this development circled round the boy trying to get at Nicky's bottom.

"Bloody stubborn little turd," Toby swore, "I'll fix you."

He bent down and pushed his hand between the Nicky's thighs. Taking a grip of the boy's balls he forced his hips upwards. Toby turned so that he was standing astride the brat facing down his body his right hand thrust under Nicky grasping him by the crutch forcing his bottom up. He reached out with his free hand and grabbing hold of the Trapper's collar pulled him forward.

"There you are boy, that's what you want," Toby said encouragingly holding Trapper's nose to Nicky's hole.

Trapper thrust his nose into Nicky's bottom with such force and enthusiasm that he lifted the boy's feet off the ground. Checked by the plug embed in the boy's hole the dog brought his tongue into play in an attempt to dislodge it.

"God almighty," Mister Toby exclaimed feeling Nicky's small prick pressing erect and throbbing against the butt of his hand, "little whore's gone hard again."

He laughed obviously amused at Nicky' being excited by the dog's attentions. Mister Brown and Jason joined in the laughter.

"Filthy little brute," he added contemptuously.

Nicky aroused by Trapper's nose pressing into his bottom and the warm eager lapping of his damp tongue heard the man's verdict and accepted it. Exhausted and terrified he was beyond thinking rationally. He must be all that Mister Toby said and worse. What else could a boy be who got excited by a dog exploring his bottom with his nose and tongue? And did so while others stood by watching. It did not occur to him that the responsibility for this lay with the adults who had subjected him to all this. Why should it? It was his body that responded to Trapper's canine advances with such uninhibited and demeaning eagerness.

This moment of introspection was brought to an abrupt close by Trapper finding that his tongue could not dislodge the plug blocking Nicky's hole took more vigorous action to remove it. Baring his teeth he forced his muzzle into the boy's bottom until he could grip the base of the butt with his teeth. Shaking his head and pulling he tried to prize it from Nicky's bottom.

Nicky found his bottom, a second before the centre of the most exciting and pleasurable sensations as Trapper's questing tongue teased his boy hole, suddenly became a source of the most excruciating agony as the dog tried to wrench the firmly seated plug clear. Wave after wave of pain swelled and merged into a single all-consuming flood that filled his body. It felt to Nicky as if his bottom was being torn apart. He screamed, his howls and desperate pleas for assistance rising clear and shrill over the deep laughter of the watching men.

Trapper finding he could not tear the plug clear by worrying at it decided to resort to simple brute force. Bracing his four legs on the ground he threw his whole weight into a desperate attempt to pull the plug out by brute force. Nicky previously manoeuvring to keep Trapper away from his bottom suddenly changed his tactics scuttling backwards in a desperate attempt to prevent Trapper ripping his bottom apart. Trapper his dog's penis pink and swollen, a potent signal of his lust and determination, would not let go or give up. It looked as though the boy was being towed backwards about the yard by a rampant hound. The laughter and general hilarity of the onlookers increased as they dodged the obviously lust crazed dog and the wildly howling naked boy as they conducted their frantic reverse pursuit around the yard.

At last Trapper's efforts appeared to be beginning to bear fruit. An extra loud screech from Nicky announced the emergence of the broadest part of the plug from behind his anus where it was buried in his body. This did not bring any relief to the suffering boy for the fine chain running from the plug's base and secured around the neck of his scrotum was still anchored it in his bottom. Now all Trapper's strength and weight was brought to bear on that chain. Nicky's screams, already very loud, increased in volume and shrillness as he felt the chain tighten around the root of his ball sac.. Panic stricken he reached behind his back and tried to catch hold of the chain in a desperate effort to prevent his balls being ripped from his body.

"That's enough," Mister Toby said fighting to control his laughter and taking hold of Trapper by his collar.

"Take the dog for me Bill so I can prize his jaw open and Jason, open the door to the empty kennel and get Nicky in there when I've freed him. I think he'll go willingly enough."

"Thanks Bill, now Trapper old man I'm sorry but I like my brats to have something for me to catch hold of."

Surrendering his hold on Trapper's collar to Bill he forced the snarling dog's jaws apart. Nicky freed from his grasp scuttled on all fours across the yard and through the open kennel door. Once inside he headed for the furthest corner and huddled there whimpering and shivering with fear.

"Shove that dog in the other kennel would you Bill and leave the brute to cool down. I'd better check the slut has not been damaged permanently. Come on Jason you're meant to be in charge of the little whore."

While Bill dragged Trapper by his collar across to his kennel Mister Toby shot the bolt back in the door to the other kennel in which Nicky cowered. The boy seeing them approach huddled tighter into the corner where he had taken refuge staring up at them with wide fear filled eyes.

"Come on, get out of there," Mister Toby snapped driving the toe of one heavy brogue into Nicky's bare thigh. "I want to have a look at you. Come on out of that corner and get in position," another heavy kick thumped into the boy this time on the side of his ribcage.

"Come on turd you know what that is. I told you in the flat less than twenty four hours ago you stupid little git," Mister Toby said grabbing Nicky by an ear and hauling him unceremoniously out of the corner in which he had taken refuge.

"And stop that stupid squealing," he continued cuffing the boy hard round the head.

"There's no point, in wasting my breath telling you things if you can't be bothered to remember them," Mister Toby continued punctuating his remarks with heavy slaps around the boy's head.

"Now knees wide apart, legs straight back, bum pressed down to the floor, back straight, head and eyes down. Show some fucking respect for your betters you miserable little cunt."

"That's better now stay still while I check you for damage."

"He's crying," Jason crowed laughing as Mister Toby bent down and tentatively adjusted the whimpering boy's cock ring.

"Cry baby, cry baby," he sneered. "I don't cry UncleToby however much I am hurt. I'd be ashamed to."

"Of course you would be Jason. But Nicky here is quite different from you. It's surprising at Nicky's end of the scale how little difference there is between man and monkey. He's more animal and human."

Toby spoke absently, he was trying to assess what damage if any Trapper had done to Nicky when he had tried to pull the plug out of his bottom by tugging on the chain attaching it to the back of his cock ring. He recognized however it was important to explain and justify the situation to Jason.

And justification was so difficult, the truths on which it was based were so obvious but at the same time so contrary to the prejudices of the age. The statement so obviously untrue that all are equal so universally accepted that to publicly deny it was tantamount to heresy. Yet it was not true. It was not true in nature and it was not true in history. In both the strong ruled the weak. And what was more inequality was the foundation on which civilisation was built. If all men were born equal and remained equal we should all still be living in caves and scratching a living as hunter gatherers. All the great civilisations were impossible without inequality. That was is as true today, as we mouth platitudes about equality and freedom, as it was in the days of the Roman Empire when it was recognised that inequality and its most perfect legal expression, slavery is a condition natural to mankind. Then as now a very few were born to rule the majority to serve.

Because of the tiresome and unnatural confines of the law this truth has to be disguised and kept hidden except in certain places where the old ways were still followed and practised; such as the island where Nicky would be taken and allowed to fulfil his destiny as a born slave. For slaves could be both made and born. Made on the island where all the facilities to break and train a boy to servitude were to hand. Born anywhere and available to anyone who had the skill to recognise and harvest the livestock.

It saddened Toby to think how many boys born with the instinct to submit and to serve, particularly in the West, were fated to spend a lifetime of frustration and unhappiness. At least Nicky he reflected would be spared that fate. Nicky, though he did not know it and perhaps never would recognise it, was one of the lucky ones. Thanks to his, Toby's, intervention he would be stripped of those illusions of pride and self-worth that deluded those of his sort, and reduced to the essential animal that he truly was. The slave within him would at last be free to find fulfilment and peace in total subordination to those chosen by nature to rule over him.

As he reflected with some satisfaction on the part he had played and was continuing to play in the schooling Nicky, Toby continued his examination of the boy. Trapper he saw in his eagerness to gain access to the slut's hole must have tugged with considerable force on the chain anchoring the plug in his bottom. Attached to the back of the broad metal ring originally clamped around the neck of the boy's scrotum the dog had pulled the chain so hard that the ring had ridden someway up over Nicky's balls taking his skin with it..

Toby taking the ring between his finger and thumb eased it with some difficulty back into place exposing a broad band of broken skin around the base of Nicky's scrotum where the it had bitten into the boy's flesh as it had been dragged partway over his balls squeezing them so hard that it had rolled the skin back.

"Jason," he said to the naked boy who had followed him into the kennel and was standing beside him very obviously excited by the sight of the damage inflicted on Nicky by Trapper's eagerness, "go to the stable and get the bottle of iodine and some clean rags would you please. You'll find them among the other stuff on the top of the table."

Toby followed Jason with his eyes as he set off at the run, a half smile on his face. There was the right stuff in the lad he thought. He approved of the easy confidence with which the boy assumed and exercised authority over Nicky and his readiness to use his fists and feet on the brat.

One or two of his colleagues had brought to the Island Western boys as visitors and guests, sons, nephews, lovers, to enjoy and share the very special pleasures available there. They had all seemed to find the structured nature of the society they found and the forthright methods used to enforce discipline at the least startling if not distasteful. Most overcame their initial surprise and even learnt to embrace the local system, no doubt fortified by the reflection that they were numbered among the privileged. A substantial minority however were so indoctrinated with the pernicious doctrine of "rights" so prevalent in the West, although it is obvious the weak and defenceless can have no rights, for there cannot be such things without the power to enforce them, that they were quite unable to adjust to local conditions and customs.

Toby was sure Jason would adjust well to the customs peculiar to the Island. Of course the real test would come the next morning when the boy was due to use the cane on Nicky's bare bottom. Many people Toby knew from observation found it difficult to inflict pain on another person, even if that person was a mere boy. This was, he understood from discussing the matter with a few such people suffering from this disability, caused by some feeling of sympathy for the whimpering wretch reluctantly presenting his naked rump for punishment.

He was glad that he was afflicted with no such weakness. Any boy brought before him for correction would look in vain for pity or mercy. He recognised that it was his duty to beat the pride and wilfulness out of those entrusted to his care and took a fierce pride and an equally fierce pleasure in doing so. Jason he was sure would prove to be just such another as himself. Not only would he lay the cane on with exemplary vigour, he would persevere even when the rod had split the tautly drawn flesh and the smooth tight curves of the slut's rump were slicked with freely flowing blood.

Jason came hurrying towards him from the stable carrying a dark brown medicine bottle and a small bundle of rags. He was grinning happily and the tip of his stiff little prick quivered with eagerness. Toby smiled to himself. It was pleasant to see a boy so obviously happy and enjoying himself.

"No," he said as Jason offered him the iodine bottle, "you keep it. I'll hold Nicky and you slap the stuff on him. He'll squirm quite a bit when the iodine hits his raw flesh and it's better I hold him. I'm stronger than you."

"You think he'll yell Mister Toby," the boy asked his voice crackling with excitement.

"Almost certain too I would think. The steel ring has cut into his skin and pulled it back exposing the raw flesh and that's a very tender part of his body at the best of times.. Mind you the slut is lucky. He would have lost his balls completely if we had let Trapper have a little more time with him. I don't expect though the little brute feels the slightest gratitude."

Toby moved to stand behind Nicky and took a firm hold of the boy's bare shoulders. He tightened his grasp making sure the boy felt the full force of his strength. He felt the bones in Nicky's shoulders shift under his grip and the boy caught his breath and whimpered in pain.

"I'm afraid you'll have to kneel down to do the job Jason," Toby said. "Nicky can't stand with the open cuts on his feet."

"Now tip a good lot of iodine on one of the rags and slap it on the raw flesh round the his balls."

The air was suddenly full of the pungent smell of disinfectant. Toby felt Nicky's body jerk as though it had been hit with a surge of electricity.

"Don't forget behind his balls too," he said raising his voice to be heard over Nicky's yells, "the skins been torn there as well. Good boy… I tell you what see if you can get a firm grip of them that will help hold him steady … I know it's difficult there's not much to get hold of."

"Finished?" Toby asked a second or two later. "Good I'll just check he's not torn behind."

Releasing his grip of the boy's shoulders he placed a hand on the back of his neck and forced him forward so his face was pressed to the ground. Toby bent to examine the boy's anus. Trapper's violent tugging on the chain securing the base of the butt plug to Nicky's cock ring had wrenched the plug partly from his bottom. It now stood proud and clear of his hole.

"No broken skin," Toby remarked sounding pleased. "Now to get thing properly lodged again."

He delivered a sharp blow with the butt of his hand on the exposed base of the plug ringing a further sharp cry of pain from him. He bent to check that it was properly lodged in Nicky's bottom before leading the way out of the kennel.

"Gosh," Jason said as he walked up the path towards the farm house, "he does make a noise crying," and then turning his mind to more important things.

"I wonder what there's for supper tonight. I hope it's roast chicken. Uncle Bill said we ought to have something special for your first night."

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Toby lent back in the arm chair and stretched his legs out towards the glow of the wood fire stove that heated the big first floor room which served as sitting room, play room and when any boys were down, small assembly hall. The weather had reverted to type and a storm had blown in from the west. Rain driven by a strong wind rattled against the big glass windows, now shrouded in heavy curtains, that formed one end of the room looking out over the bay to the Gower and Worms Head in the distance. Muted by the drawn curtains and the windows' double glazing the muffled roar of the waves breaking against the shore was a reminder of how wild the weather was away from the warmth and comfort of the farm house.

The feeling of general well being generated by this contrast was increased by an excellent supper and his share of a bottle of Chateau Montrose. No domestic staff was employed at the farm for obvious reasons and any people staying there were expected to cater for themselves. Meals could therefore be a rather hit or miss affair but Bill by judicious use of the freezer managed to ensure his special guests were well fed and he maintained a carefully guarded and well stocked cellar there for his own use. That evening he had produced a robust bottle of Bordeaux that accompanied to perfection generous helpings of steak and kidney pie oozing rich meat gravy, the speciality of a local butcher.

Opposite him on the other side of the stove Bill lounged comfortably in a second armchair with Jason seated on the floor at his feet his head resting on the side of one of the man's thighs. Earlier in the evening the boy had chattered excitedly about their plans for the next day focussing largely on the ferocious flogging he was planning to inflict on Nicky as soon as he was allowed to get at him the next morning. Now though he had fallen silent and dozed quietly his fair boy's head resting on the side of his lover's, for that was what Toby was sure BIll was, knee.

Apart from the muted sound of the storm outside a comfortable silence filled the room as the two men sat busy with their own thoughts. There were things though that needed discussing.

"Wild night," Toby remarked deliberately breaking the silence.

"Yes," Bill replied, "your brat will be having a hard time of it. There's no shelter in that cage you know."

"Good thing too," Toby replied cheerfully, "the weather will do most of my work for me, by tomorrow there'll be little fight left in the brute after a night out in this. The cold and the wet will be quite as effective as the lash in breaking its spirit."

"When do you think you will have him ready to fly out East?" Bill asked.

"Well I take it he'll be in the custody of one of your friends among the border agency staff all the time but I can see it would be better if he went quietly. I think he probably would do so now but give me another fortnight or so, so that we can be quite certain. A fortnight being worked hard naked in the open should darken his skin a bit as well. Make him look less utterly implausible when presented as a Vietnamese boy."

"What date are you planning to have them deliver the Vietnamese boy here?"

"Well I suggested to them about a fortnight this coming Saturday. That's just under three weeks from now. They could deliver the boy on the Friday; we have the barbecue on the Sunday, and they take Nicky away on the Monday. That should give us plenty of time to issue invitations and organise things."

"How many people do you plan to ask? Anyway how big is the brat."

"I've asked the Border Control People about the boy and they said thirty five and a half kg [78 lbs]. I thought about ten people at the party, you, me, the two Border Agency people and eight others selected from supporters of the NGO in this country. Apart from the Border Agency people that will be staying three nights, the rest of them will only be staying the Sunday night and there is ample room here to accommodate them and there will be plenty of flesh for the barbecue."

"Just over thirty five kilograms – slightly less than Nicky weighs now," Toby said thoughtfully, "three weeks of hard work and short commons should easily get Nicky down to that. So far as size is concerned they will look pretty similar by then. But I wonder if ten guests will be quite enough. The primary purpose of the barbecue is there should be no scraps."

"I've thought of that. The winter term begins the following Monday so I am calling our Senior Rugby Seven Aside Squad here for a ten day team building training camp with the squad members to arrive the Friday evening before the barbecue so they will be all settled in and raring to go before our guests arrive on the Saturday. The boys will have ferocious appetites especially after a few training sessions and our guests will appreciate the presence of enthusiastic young company."

"How many will come? They'll only have three weeks notice and some will be away on their holidays and unable to make it even if they want to and maybe not all of them will want to."

"They'll all want to come you can be sure of that. You don't get selected for the squad unless you're a hot little boy bitch. I've sent out e.mails to the parents of fifteen boys inviting their sons to attend and I expect at least ten of them will turn up here and those that don't will be, like you say, out of the country on family holidays."

"Aren't you taking a bit of a risk having the boys here at all?"

"Good God Toby," Bill exclaimed laughing, "you've been away enjoying the exotic delights of the Orient so long that you have lost touch with how things work over here. The boys will never complain not so long as they are boys. They enjoy it too much. You look at the cases reported in the media. There are very few involving current "abuse" and those are rarely if ever started by a boy complaining to the police. Current cases usually arise from some accident or stupid error by the adult "abuser" in some way alerting the authorities. Most investigations that start because of "abuse" being reported to the authorities by the supposed "abused" individual do so many years after the incident complained of. The time of maximum danger of betrayal by the current crop is not now but thirty years hence and my aim is to ensure that that betrayal does not occur by involving the boys now in something so heavy and so dark that it will keep them silent for ever."

"I think," Toby remarked thoughtfully, "I'll sheer Nicky's head, which is the only place he has any hair, tomorrow and keep it shorn for the rest of the time he is here. It will mark him as different and inferior and distinguish him from young Jason here and your other boy's when they turn up. And cropped really short his fair hair won't be so noticeable when he is flown out as a Vietnamese boy criminal."

"Good idea," Bill said approvingly.

"Now it's time I got young Jason here to bed he's asleep already. Jason, Jason wake up young man time for bed," he continued smiling and gently pulling the lobe of. the boy's ear.

Jason stirred, lifted his head from the man's knee and looked about himself blinking sleepily.

"Oh Sir," he said in mild protest.

"Come on upstairs with you and into the shower. I'll be up in a minute to see you do the job thoroughly."

With a single lithe movement Jason uncurled himself from the floor and getting to his feet lifted his arms above his head and stretched arching his back luxuriously His shirt, that was his only clothing, rose up his body giving Toby a clear view of the sweet curves of his delicious boy's bottom. Jason held the pose for a second or two longer than was perhaps strictly necessary while turning slightly so that, whether deliberately or not was not clear, Toby caught a glimpse of his hairless crutch. Toby noticed with amusement that his prick, a tiny tube of pale flesh tipped with a small but swollen pink helmet, was erect and quivering with excitement

"Will Mister Toby be joining us in bed Sir?" he asked with apparent innocence.

"No he will not," Bill replied sharply allowing his surprise at the suggestion to show, "whatever put that into your head Jason."

"Just that that was what happened to the Chinese boy In the video you showed me last night Sir. I'm sure I could manage it if you and Mister Toby wanted. It looked like fun."

"Get upstairs with you, you evil little boy or I'll put you across my knee and spank your bare bottom in front of Mister Toby," Bill said half laughing, half shocked by the child's temerity.

"That might be fun too," Jason said with a giggle and jumped back out of reach as Bill made a grab for him.

"Well good night Mister Toby Sir," he called over his shoulder as he darted from the room laughing.

"Lively young lad," Toby observed with an indulgent laugh as the two men listened to the sound of the boy scampering bare footed up the stairs.

"A bit too lively at times," Bill replied a trifle grimly, "I must admit that at times it's hard work keeping him satisfied. I suppose it is all part of getting older."

"Well if you want a bit of help we could always give Jason's suggestion a try and share the little whore," Toby said lightly.

"Not bloody likely," Bill snapped scrambling to his feet, suddenly angry and possessive, "he's my boy and I'm not sharing him with anyone and you keep your hands off him Toby or we'll be falling out big time. If you must fuck a boy, fuck that slut Nicky you brought with you."

"Now I had better close the stove down for the night. You can stay down here if you wish but I am going upstairs."

He moved across to the stove and busied himself riddling and stoking the embers glowing in its grate.

"I think I'll go to bed too," Toby said addressing his friend's turned back, apparently unruffled by his sudden burst of ill temper. "Apart from anything else I have had two days of pretty continuous motorway driving. I doubt if I would be able to contribute much to satisfying young Jason even if you were prepared to share him with me."

Poor chap, he thought to himself as he climbed the staircase towards his bedroom, he has got it badly and I doubt if the boy is really worth it. A nice enough lad but like most boy's his age oversexed with the morals of a tom cat.

He undressed stretched himself on his bed and tired from two days of traveling soon fell asleep to the sound of the faint roar of the waves and the wind rattling the windows of his bedroom.

Toby struggled back to consciousness. He felt arms about his neck. lips against his mouth. Still half asleep, without conscious intent on his part, his hands explored and caressed the bare young body, vibrant with life and passion, pressing against his own, the boy's skin warm and silky smooth to his touch. Jason, he thought, it can only be Jason, there'll be trouble if Bill finds about this.

Then the boy's tongue darted between his lips and he forgot about Bill and everything else except the eagerly wriggling bundle of bare boy flesh in his arms. His hands roamed over the boy's naked body as their two tongues darted snake like deep into each other mouths. Jason's arms locked tight about his neck, his lips pressed hard against his mouth, his hands were free to caress and to probe the most intimate and exciting recesses of the boy's body; down the boy's back, over his taught firm bottom, between his legs fingering his small hairless balls, toying with his boy's prick, tiny but pulsating with passion, and then into his crack searching for and then teasing his anus. The boy he realized with a thrill had come greased ready for penetration, or perhaps he had already been prepared for an earlier encounter. Who cared? He was there in his bed hot and randy, demanding cock and he would ge itt.

Putting his hands on the boy's shoulders he pressed down breaking the boy's embrace.

It was pitch dark. He raised himself and reached across to the bedside lamp, switching it on. As he did so he felt Jason move beside him. Sitting upright he turned to see the boy had rolled onto his back. Catching his eye Jason grinned and brought his knees up so that they pressed into the mattress on either side of his head offering his open bottom as a target for Toby's lust.

Toby swung his legs from the bed and stood up. He pulled his pyjama trousers down over his hips letting them fall about his ankles. Grabbing the boy by his hips Toby turned him and dragged him to the edge of the bed. Jason lay waiting, reaching round his bottom he used his hands to pull its cheeks of apart.

"Fuck me Mister Toby. Fuck me good and hard Sir," Jason said his light boy's voice thick with passion

Toby spat on the palm of his hand and smeared his swollen cock with saliva. Then he drove into the boy. There was a moments resistance then Jason's sphincter gave way to the pressure of his thrusting prick and he was inside the boy. Jason gasped and moaned as Toby hammered his swollen rod into him with heavy forward thrusts of his hips. Toby felt the heat of the boy's gut close around his cock seemingly drawing it ever deeper into the softly moaning child. Soon it was fully sheathed in the boy, Toby's crutch with each forward thrust of his hips striking against the taughtly drawn flesh of Jason's raised bum adding a rhythmic accompaniment to the lust induced murmurs of the boy and the laboured breathing of the man.

Toby felt the blood surge in his loins, he thrust forward the muscles in his buttocks working as he pumped semen deep inside Jason. For a time he rested, sweat pouring from his body, his prick still buried in the boy. Then Jason gently at first but with increasing urgency began to work his bottom, tensing and relaxing it, around his cock. It was not long before Toby was fully erect again. Four further times Toby was brought to a climax before pulling his cock from the boy's hole with a noise similar to a cork being drawn from a wine bottle. He collapsed exhausted on the bed and quickly fell asleep Jason's naked butt pressed tight into his crutch.

He woke to find daylight filtering into the room through the drawn curtains. He was alone in the bed. The bedclothes had been drawn up round his shoulders. Memory came flooding back. For a moment he wondered if it was all a dream perhaps induced by memories of earlier episodes at the farmhouse before he had found it sensible to withdraw from the UK. Then he saw his pyjama trousers tumbled on the bedroom floor and realized that he was naked from the waist down.

The storm had not abated. A strong wind was blowing flurries of heavy rain against his bedroom window. He pulled back the curtains. The sea was a dull grey flecked with white breakers under a dark heavy sky. He dressed quickly and hurried downstairs to find the kitchen warm and smelling pleasantly of hot coffee and fried bacon.

Bill was sitting at the kitchen table munching a piece of toast, his laptop, open, beside him. He looked well settled and in no hurry to go outside and face the elements. Jason on the other hand was standing staring out of the window, his back to the room. He was wearing a warm polar necked jumper and nothing else. The jumper had rooked up round his waste affording an un-obstructed view of his tight little boy's bottom.

As he entered the kitchen Jason spun round to face him. Toby saw with surprise mixed with admiration that the boy's penis was standing erect and quivering jutting out from his hairless crutch. To manage that so soon after the multiple orgasms of the previous night the boy had to be all but insatiable. No wonder Bill experienced difficulty in satisfying the lad.

"Hello Mister Toby Sir," Jason greeted him with a cheerful and distinctly cheeky grin, "I hope you slept well Sir."

"Thank you Jason that is very nice of you. As a matter of fact I was disturbed by a most peculiar dream. I dreamt that a beautiful and very sexy young boy came to me in the night."

"That sounds fun Sir," Jason replied the cheeky grin broadening.

"It was Jason. It was, I enjoyed it enormously."

"Must have been generated by memories of past visits here," Bill remarked looking up from his lap top. "What was the name of the boy who caused all those problems for you."

"Richard Perkins, silly young whore kept a diary despite all the boy's being warned not to and his Mother went and found it and there was all hell to play. What happened to him? I had take off in rather a hurry to get away from things."

"Well thanks to your precipitate departure, and I very much appreciate that, thank you Toby, the whole thing quickly blew over. I managed, backed up by Richard lying manfully, to persuade his parents that you were the sole person in the school with such tastes and with you out of the country and out of reach of the law there was no point at all in involving the police. The father wasn't too keen on it anyway. Saying the more fuss that was made the more it would upset his son."

"And what happened to Richard."

"Oh I agreed in the end that he could stay on here. It was quite funny really; I had the mother crying in my study about the terrible abuse suffered by her poor little son and Richard himself an hour or so later snivelling and begging to be allowed to stay because he enjoyed so much the "fun" we all had together. I explained to him that he had to accept the thrashing of his young life though to do so as he had broken the rules and put us all to a great deal of trouble. He accepted that willingly. Seemed he thought it was a small price to pay for being allowed to continue with us. We had him down for three weeks during the Summer holidays and gave him the flogging the first day he was here. It was the principal item of entertainment of that Summer program. The marks had only just about faded by the end of his stay. I don't think I've seen a boy's bottom cut up so badly before or since, in this country anyway. Seen worse with your Island boys of course Toby. God the brat bled and went on bleeding."

"I hope I make Nicky bleed," Jason exclaimed wistfully. "Do you think I will make him bleed Mister Toby?. I do hope I do Sir. Do you think I will Mister Toby? "

"You said I was to give the brat his beating this morning," the boy hurried on sudden anxiety showing in his voice. "You do remember that Sir? I am going to beat him this morning Sir? Please you did promise."

"Cos I remember Jason and you will too," Toby said laughing at the boy's eagerness. He was really a very engaging lad with all the unforced enthusiasm of a young boy. "Just let me have a bite of breakfast and we'll all go down to the yard and get the job done. And as for drawing blood, you're a good well built boy you should do so, just put all your strength and weight behind each stroke and cut down as hard as you can, and try to lay the strokes over each other. That's surprisingly difficult to do. However firmly we hold the brat down for you he'll jump and twist a bit as the cane bites and the cane itself gets deflected slightly as it descends. But try and you should manage a few crosses and overlaps and that's your best chance of making the little brute bleed."

"Well I do hope I can," Jason persisted wistfully.

"You will video me won't you Sir," the boy continued turning his attention to Bill. "But it's raining, perhaps don't want to get the camera wet."

Doubt and anxiety showed in the boy's voice.

"We'll take him into the big barn and do the job out of the rain in there."

"Oh good Sir, and maybe if I really make the slut bleed you'll show it to the other boys when we get back to school. That would be really cool.

Jason fell silent for the moment as he contemplated the increased standing he would enjoy among his young fellows if that happened.

Toby smiled indulgently. He could see why Bill was fond of the boy. A handsome lad, there was in addition a youthful freshness and a zest for life about him that were very appealing. These were qualities that needed to be encouraged and nurtured. At the moment Jason was looking forward to being allowed to flog Nicky with all the single minded enthusiasm of which a twelve year old boy is capable. If anything went wrong, if he botched the job, above all if he failed to draw blood and that in copious quantities, he would be bitterly disappointed. And with that disappointment would come a loss of confidence that would be devastating for him. The infliction of pain, not drawing blood, was of course the primary purpose of corporal punishment but try convincing an excited twelve year old of that.

"Do you still have Brother Desmond's strap about the place Bill? " Toby asked abruptly.

"Of course I do. He gave it to me as a memento of his stay with us and I wouldn't give it away or anything."

"I don't suppose Jason you have any idea who Brother Desmond was, he was long before your time with us," Bill continued speaking to the boy whom he obviously felt should be kept informed of what was going on. "He was a Christian Brother who taught, if that is the right word, in an Industrial School in Ireland. We provided him with temporary refuge after he ran into a bit of trouble. I forget the details some boy went and died and the mother kicked up a fuss despite the death certificate saying natural causes. She went on and on about some bruises and a couple of broken ribs and stuff like that.

"I took his strap off him when he arrived here. I explained to him that while it was fine to use a strap with a large brass stud at the business end in the shape of a Celtic Cross on the bare bottom of a delinquent gypsy brat in the wilds of Ireland it just wouldn't do with fee paying middle class boys in a Preparatory School in the South East of England."

"Anyway the Christian Brothers found him a permanent haven teaching in one of their schools in Canada. I offered it back to him before he left but he told me to keep it. He said that maybe he had overdone things in the past and that he had decided in future to follow the usual practice of his colleagues and content himself with opening the seam at the tip of a strap and inserting a two penny coin to give it extra impact."

"Great character but with a foul temper that he found very hard to control."

"Anyway, yes I have it Toby. I suppose you want Jason to use it rather than the cane on your brat's bottom?"

"Yes,he'll certainly draw blood with it if he wants to use it. Do you want to use it Jason?"

The grin that split the boy's face was answer enough to that question.

Bill laughed and leaning forward in his chair patted his young protégée fondly on his bare bottom.

"You go and fetch the strap Jason. It's hanging up with the other boy management tools in the glass fronted cabinet in the assembly room upstairs. You'll recognise it when you see it by the brass stud at its tip shaped like a Celtic cross."

The two men exchanged indulgent smiles as the boy hurried eagerly from the room.

"Won't you be breaking the Society's regulations Toby?" Bill asked, "using Brother Desmond's enhanced strap rather than the regulation cane to chastise your brat?"

"Well I have always regarded the Society's rules as being more for guidance than mandatory." Toby replied with a grin. "Anyway I think making sure that nothing happens to blunt the enthusiasm of young Jason is more important than a slavish adherence to the rules."

Toby was interrupted by Jason bursting back into the room carrying the strap.

"This is it I think Sir, can we go down the yard now and use it on the slut please?"

"Jason," Bill said laughing, "leave the man alone and let him have his breakfast in peace. Just be patient. You'll have plenty of chances to make that slut squeal before the end of our holiday I promise you.

"Now why don't you feed Trapper while Toby has his breakfast? Then we can go down to the yard and sort Nicky out. Maybe it will have stopped raining by then

"O.K. Sir," Jason said cheerfully taking a short yellow oil skin down from behind the kitchen door. There was a certain amount of banging and clashing from the scullery as he filled the dog's bowl with the mixture of flake maize and meat pellets from the bucket in which they had been soaking overnight. Then he was out in the rain shouting for Trapper The two men looking out at the boy, the rain streaming down his glistening oil skin its bottom flapping against his bare thighs exchanged smiles.

"Nice boy," Toby remarked turning away from the window to help himself to a bowl of hot porridge from the saucepan on the Aga.

Jason reappeared as Toby was finishing his breakfast. He stood just inside the kitchen door rain glinting in his fair hair, water trickling off his oilskin jacket to form a growing pool on the flagstone floor.

"It's still raining Sir," he announced it seemed to Toby somewhat unnecessarily and then added, "and I've fed Trapper. If Mister Toby has finished his breakfast can we go down to the yard so I can use the strap on Nicky."

"Give me a second to finish my coffee," Toby said laughing at the lad's eagerness, "I tell you what find me a bowl from somewhere. Nicky's due for his morning feed."

"Trapper's bowl will do Jason," Bill remarked.

Jason hesitated and looked doubtful.

"Well I dunno Sir," he said, "you know what Trapper's like Sir. Soon as he finishes eating he goes and pees in his bowl. I don't know why he does it, but he does."

"Oh just swill the bowl out under the outside tap would you Jason," Toby said rather dismissively. He didn't want to upset Jason but he just didn't see why he should be bothered about such a triviality. "It doesn't really matter, the brat will be so hungry it will be glad to get anything in its stomach even if it was soaked in dog pee. Anyway it's lucky to get fed at all."

"And don't give it more than two ladle spoons of swill. It's easier to handle if it's kept hungry."

A few minutes later they were walking through the rain down the path to the yard. Toby having for the moment taken charge of Brother Dominic's strap. While Jason carried a metal bowl no more than half full of maize porridge and reconstituted meat pellets.

Nicky locked in his cage heard them coming and crawled into the corner the furthest away from the door where he huddled on the bare concrete floor shivering miserably trying to make himself as small and as inconspicuous as possible.

It had not been too bad in the cage at first. Admittedly it was cramped, too low for even a boy like Nicky to stand upright and the concrete floor was hard to sit on and even harder to lie on. However the day had been sunny and the warmth lingered on into the late evening. Nicky utterly exhausted curled up into a ball on the concrete floor that still retained some of the heat of the summer sun and fell into an uneasy sleep. Once the sun set the temperature fell sharply and Nicky woke shivering with cold to find the world in darkness. Shortly afterwards the wind got up, first a gentle breeze with occasional stronger gusts but soon rising to a near gale that whipped across the yard driving the sheeting rain before it.

Nicky naked, with no blanket or even straw to lie on could only huddle in a corner of the open cage shivering, listening to the wind howling round the farm buildings and the crash of the waves breaking on the strand.

Dawn brought no improvement in conditions. Nicky crouched on the cage's bare concrete floor, shivering with cold, rain streaming down his naked body, his tummy aching with hunger. Minutes and hours crawled slowly by as he sank deeper and deeper into a state of dull hopeless misery. He ceased to think, he simply endured.

He was only roused from this state of misery induced stupor by the sound of the wicket gate at the bottom of the path to the farmhouse being opened. Looking up he saw, through the driving rain, the two men and the boy enter the yard. Uncle Toby he saw was carrying a heavy leather strap doubled in his right hand. Sick terror replaced dull misery. There was nowhere to go, nobody to help him, nobody to turn to for help. Bent double he scuttled to the furthest corner of the small cage from the door and crouched on the floor pressed up close against the railings. He watched, trembling with fear and cold, as Jason and the two men walked briskly across the yard towards him.

They came to a halt by the cage door and stood there looking in at him. Nicky briefly searched their faces for any sign of sympathy or kindness and finding none looked down. He felt their eyes on him, cold, hostile and merciless.

"He looks really miserable," Jason exclaimed with no hint of compassion in his voice, "like something the cat has brought in, a half drowned rat or something don't you think Sir?"

Nicky, naked, shivering with cold and wet, looked up and saw a boy, a year or so younger than himself, bare legged but kept warm and protected from the wind and driving rain by a short waterproof jacket. Utterly wretched as he was he felt a flicker of resentment and envy. How would that boy look if he had been forced to spend a night in that cage. And anyway he was younger and smaller than he was. He would like to get his hands on him away from those two adults. He'd teach him to keep his mouth shut. It was different with Uncle Toby and his friend. They were grownups and were older and bigger and stronger than he was that gave them a sort of natural authority but this boy, Jason, was just a little runt. Somebody, he could, if the adults weren’t there he was sure smash into the ground tired and cold and hungry as he was.

"He does look pretty unappetising Jason," Toby replied, "but he'll look even worse when I've got his head sheared, not a rat but a nasty wet slimy hairless slug."

"Let's get the brat out of there. I don't want to spend all morning out in this rain."

"Ok," Bill said pulling the key to the padlock securing the cage door. He stood for a moment fiddling with the key in the pouring rain. There was a click and the hasp fell open.

"Come on out of there you miserable little turd," he ordered swinging the cage door open.

[author's note: Christian Brothers, Irish Reformatories and Industrial Schools. I will not elaborate on these in case I am accused of anti-religious prejudice but would refer readers to the very full entries in Wikipedia. I was told of the practice of the good Brothers of enhancing the impact of their favourite educational aide by an individual who had the misfortune to be placed, when a young boy, in their care.]

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Toby waited. He made no effort to help Jason rout the naked shivering boy from his refuge in the corner of the cage. Toby, long experienced in managing and breaking boys, was always on the alert for signs of incipient revolt. He had long ago learnt both to recognize instances of what the army refers to as dumb insolence and the importance of crushing it on the spot. He had seen the slut's body tense and had intercepted the look of utter hatred infused with resentment that he had shot at Jason. Toby though on this occasion did not intervene or at least not directly.

Nicky, in his ignorance and stupidity, had taken upon himself to resent Jason's superior status presumably because the lad was younger and smaller than he was. He would have to be taught that for him such considerations were wholly irrelevant. He had become one of the untouchables bound to a life of service without hope of escape or remission of sentence. In the unacknowledged but potent caste system that spans the world he was numbered among those that settled society do not even see and whom the police and the law do not protect, the destitute, the undocumented, the street kids, the child whores of both sexes.

Toby in normal circumstances would have not hesitated to involve himself in the, to him at least, enjoyable task of forcing the brat to face and accept this reality. In the present case though he was content to delegate the task to young Jason. The slut's resentment was focused on that boy, the issue was between the slut and the boy, and he was content to let them settle the matter between them. He had no doubt as to the ultimate outcome. Jason held all the cards and he was there to intervene if Jason needed help.

It would be amusing to watch and he was sure Jason would enjoy the challenge. And he wanted to please Jason. To his own amusement and slight irritation, for he thought he had grown out of such foolish enthusiasms, he found himself strongly attracted to the lad. He was nice to look at, he had a youthful enthusiasm and liveliness that was very attractive, he was good in bed, and the that his friend Bill was clearly in love with the boy gave him an added attractiveness. Breaking and schooling Nicky would give them an interest in common.

But that was for the future the immediate problem was to get the slut out of the cage and that to Toby's mind was something Jason should deal with.

"He's your responsibility Jason. It's up to you," he said.

Jason bent and carefully placed the bowl of swill he was carrying on the ground well away from the cage

"Thanks Uncle Bill," he said reaching out for the short length of rubber hosing the man was silently offering him.

He made no attempt to enter the cage but took up position to one side of its open door.

"Trapper," he commanded, "fetch."

The dog surged past him into the cage, its paws skidding on the wet concrete floor in its eagerness. Crouched low, the hair on the back of its neck bristling, its teeth bared gleaming white in its black snout, snarling quietly it stopped just short of Nicky who tried to cringe even tighter into the corner of the cage in which he was crouched. A low, menacing sound half wine half strangled growl came from the brute and then he suddenly darted forward snapping at whimpering boy. Nicky panic stricken made a dash for the door. Trapper spinning in a blur of movement turned and nipped him hard on the side of his thigh as he darted past. Nicky squealed in pain and terror, blood streaming down the side of his leg, and ducked low out of the cage.

Jason lashed out with his foot tripping the panic stricken brat and sending him crashing face forward onto the concrete. Momentarily winded Nicky lay motionless face down on the ground. Seizing his chance Jason pinned the naked slut to the ground with a foot on his neck and began to work him over with the rubber hose.

"When you're told to do something you fucking little turf you fucking do it," Jason yelled as he enthusiastically plied the length of hosing raining blows down on Nicky's naked body.

"Language Jason, please," Bill said raising his voice to be heard over the noise.

"That's how you speak to the shit Uncle Bill," Jason shouted back grinning cheerfully. He rather enjoyed giving free reign to his vocabulary in front of grown ups and had no intention of stopping.

Bill shrugged and laughed.

"Boys will be boys'" he remarked indulgently to Toby and bent to catch Trapper who was adding to the general noise and chaos of the beating dancing in a tight circle round the centre of action barking hysterically while taking occasionally darts forward to snap at Nicky's flailing legs.

He dragged the dog off and secured him in a lean-to shed at the far end of the row of loose boxes. Trapper's howls of protest at his imprisonment and the loud crashes as he hurled himself against the shed's door in an attempt to escape were added to Nicky's howls and broken pleas for mercy, the thump of the hose against his bare flesh and Jason's increasingly laboured breathing as the thrashing proceeded filling the yard with noise.

At last tiring and out of breath Jason stepped back and stood panting looking down at Nicky lying whimpering at his feet.

"Well done Jason," Toby said heartily, "He won't forget that in a hurry. Now let's get him into the loose box so we'll be out of the rain and you can skin his arse with Brother Dominic's belt. I know how much you are looking forward to that."

"Right-ho Mister Toby Sir."

Jason grinning happily kicked Nicky hard in the side.

"Up, come on up shit face, move," he shouted fiercely.

As Nicky dragged himself painfully up onto his hands and knees Bill intervened.

"How about feeding the slut?" he said, "after all Jason brought a bowl of swill down for him."

"Oh do we have to. I'm never going to have a chance of taking Brother Dominic's belt to its bum.u Please Mister Toby Sir, you promised I could Sir. It won't hurt to starve It a bit."

Toby laughed indulgently and ruffled the young lad's hair, feeling it damp from the rain that was still beating down.

"No it won't.do the little sod any harm. It had a half bowl of swill yesterday evening after all and it certainly hasn't done anything to earn any food since then. Just lain on the floor in the cage. I certainly don't want to spoil the idle brute. Give it the idea it can get something for nothing. Let Trapper have the food."

"Come on let's get out of this bloody rain."

"Get bloody moving boy," and Toby kicked Nicky, who just on the point of levering himself onto his feet presented an ideal target, hard up the bottom.

The blow catching Nicky off balance drove him forward and sent him crashing back onto his knees.

"Oh for God's sake, come on. I'm getting bloody wet," Toby exclaimed impatiently. "Jason grab him by the collar and get him moving. I'll encourage him from behind."

They set off up the yard, past the overflowing water trough, towards the make shift sick bay in the old tack room at the near end of the row of loose boxes. Nicky on his hands and knees dragged along by his collar by a very visibly excited Jason and driven forward by a series of hefty kicks up his backside by a loudly cursing Uncle Toby.

A black pony's head peered inquisitively out over the closed half door of one of the loose boxes as they approached.

"Your keeping one of the ponies in?" Toby asked, taking time out from kicking Nicky, the question apparent in his tone of voice.

"Oh Merlin," Bill replied, "I brought him in earlier so Jason can give him a canter on the sand when the tide has gone out a bit. He'll take Trapper with him for a run. It's one of his jobs to keep the animals exercised and he enjoys it."

"Good then you can include Nicky it'll do the the little runt good. He needs to be toughened up for the Island."

Jason dragged Nicky into the sick bay and then let go of his collar leaving him kneeling on the water trickling down his body forming a puddle on the concrete floor. Toby andBill crowded into the room after them.

The tack room had started off as exactly that, a small area serving as a storage place for bridles and saddles and general horse related equipment at the end of a range of three loose boxes. In time, as the farm changed from a commercial agricultural enterprise to a holiday hostel attached to the school of which Bill was now headmaster, it had been expanded to include one of the loose boxes and its main function had changed to providing a rudimentary clinic and first aid post, a first port of call for any minor injury or illness suffered at the hostel. The wooden fitments had been torn out, the cobble floor replaced with concrete, hot and cold running water installed together with an unscreened lavatory set discretely in one corner of the room. A table, a stout bench, a few vaguely medical looking cupboards and a clutter of buckets and mops in the corner by the lavatory completed its equipment.

"One more thing I am afraid Jason before you cut loose with the strap on the miserable little turd's rump," Toby said laughing apologetically, "l'm going to sheer the brat's head. You fill a bucket with cold water while I find a pair of clippers."

He began to rummage in a desultory way through the nearest cupboard while Jason, obviously disappointed at having Nicky's beating postponed yet again set off muttering to himself to fill the bucket.

"Do you know where the hell the clippers are Bill ? I know you used to have a set here in the old days at least."

"Good God," he exclaimed before his friend had a chance of answering his question, "you don't use this on your boys do you?" and he held up a slim rectangle of stainless steel with a curved lever running along its top.

"No, not yet anyway," Bill replied, "One of our old boy's whose a Doctor gave it to us. Said he thought it might come in useful sometime. It's an instrument for circumcisions boys, a sort of guillotine, there's a really sharp blade housed between two small sheets of steel. You pull a boy's foreskin up really tight over the glans and then snap the guillotine down across it. Does a nice neat job according to the good Doctor and very little blood properly managed.

"Oh I know what it does all right," Toby replied laughing, "I've used it on the Island. A good little tool once you've got the hang of it. Of course there's always a risk you'll misjudge things and take off a bit of a brat's cock as well as its foreskin. Made that mistake myself a few times early on. Lucky it was only on chocolate coloured boy's that nobody cares about. I think I've got the hang of things now though."

"Now where are the clippers?"

"Should be in the drawer under the work table," Bill said wearily, "at least that's where it was last time I used it. In among some ankle and wrist restraints."

"Got them. Now where's the bucket of water? Good Jason, just bring it over here would you please. "

"Nicky come here. Come here boy. There's no need to stand up just come over here on your hands and knees and get your head down over this bucket, quickly boy."

"Oh for God's sake Jason help the idle brat along with kick up its arse would you."

Driven forward by a series of hearty kicks, delivered enthusiastically by a grinning Jason, Nicky arrived at Mister Toby's feet.

"Get your head down over the bucket," the man ordered supplementing the order with a hefty back handed clip across the back of the kneeling boy's head."

There was a moments silence as Mister Toby quickly ran the clippers in a series of deft quick strokes from the nape of Nicky's neck up and over the back of his bowed head leaving just a short fair stubble behind them. Jason and Bill stood watching as the boy's damp hair sheared so quickly from his head fell in lumps into the bucket over which he was kneeling.

Toby paused to assess the progress of his work. Reaching out he silently pushed Nicky's shorn head from side to side. A few more touches with the clippers and he stood back satisfied.

"That'll do," Toby said. "Now just empty the bucket down the loo Jason and you can show us how good you are with the strap.."

"Perhaps," Bill suggested raising his voice to be heard over the sound of rushing water as Jason flushed Nicky's shorn hair down the lavatory, "it would be as well to remind the brat of the reasons for his being flogged."

"Certainly," Toby replied as he grabbed Nicky by an arm and dragged the naked shivering boy to his feet, "Though I am sure the little brute remembers very well. He looks looks guilty and miserable enough. Look at the little turd," and Toby putting his hand under Nicky's chin tipped his bowed head back.

Nicky his head forced back found himself surrounded by grinning hostile faces and quickly dropped his eyes. The dank air was cold against his newly shorn skull. He felt more naked more vulnerable and helpless than ever before. He felt tears well up in his eyes and trickle down his face.

"He looks terrible, like a white hairless maggot," Jason exclaimed his light boy's voice sneering, full of malice and cruelty, "and look he's crying already before I've even touched his tender little bottom with the strap. Does the poor darling little boy not want to get the nasty cruel strap across his pretty little bum, poor little sweetie?"

Jason's shrill boy's laugh rang out over the deep guffaws of the two men.

"He tried," Toby said raising his voice to be heard over Nicky's sobs the brief moment of good humour banished by anger and resentment at Nicky's remembered misbehaviour., "to run away. His mother her patience exhausted by his selfish disobedient behaviour had asked me to take charge of him, to regulate the position I gave her a fair price for the boy. I was bringing him here and stopped off overnight at my flat in London and he attempted to make a run for it; disobedient, ungrateful little brat."

He spun Nicky round so he was facing the stout work bench situated in the middle of the room and sent him staggering towards it with a hefty kick up his backside.

"Get up over that boy," Toby snarled, "and get your arse up in the air ready for the strap."

As Nicky lurched towards the bench Toby strode forward after him. With three quick strides he was up to the boy. Grabbing the back of the boy's neck chain with one hand and his crutch from behind with the other he lifted him bodily from his feet and deposited him face down across the bench

"Grab his wrists and secure them in place Bill," he ordered as he bent and grabbed Nicky's ankles. There was a rattle of chains as the two men pinioned the boy in place.

"Now then Jason," Toby said, straightening up and stepping back from the bench, "this is the moment you have been waiting for. Six strokes, Take your time so that each blow counts. Lay it on hard and show Uncle Bill and me how much damage you can do with that belt of Brother Dominic's."

Toby watched, a faint smile curving his lips, as Jason stepped up to the bench determination written clearly on his face his small but very stiff little penis upright and quivering, sticking out from under this thick woolen jumper and short plastic coat that were his only covering, clearly signaling his excitement and enthusiasm for the task in hand.

"Hang on Jason," Bill said hastily, "let me just set the scene before you actually start operations.

He began to slowly circle the bench ensuring the camera captured every detail of the scene, the heavy iron fetters clamped tight about the brat's slim wrists and ankles, the boy's naked body convulsed with terrified sobbing stretched face down over the bench, buttocks tightly clenched in anticipation of the abuse about to be visited on them.

"OK. Jason you can start now," Bill called cheerfully.

Jason swung the strap back over his right shoulder, paused a second to allow it to straighten and the brought it slashing down across Nicky's bare bottom.

There was a sharp crack as leather struck tightly drawn boy's flesh followed by a fraction of a second's of total silence and then Nicky screamed before beginning to sob wildly.

Jason raised the strap to strike again.

"Wait," Mister Tony said raising his voice to be heard over Nicky's cries "don't hurry it. Take your time. Make sure the brat feels every stroke."

Jason watched fascinated as the angry red stripe etched by the strap across the pale flesh of Nicky's bum deepened in colour. A damply glistening bead of blood began to form where Brother Dominic's metal stud had torn the boy's skin. Slowly welling from the broken flesh it grew and began to trickle down the side of the boy's rump.

"I've drawn blood. The first stroke and I made him bleed." The pride and triumph in Jason's voice was all too apparent.

"Yes, well done Jason."

"Congratulations Jason, let's see you do it again."

The two men chorused their praise and encouragement.

"O.K. If I give him the second one now?" Jason asked eagerly raising his right arm yet again.

Toby deliberately delayed replying for a moment to allow the tension to rice and to give himself an opportunity to imprint on his memory the drama and cruelly sensual nature of the scene; the shaven headed brat chained naked across the punishment bench his buttocks bloody from the lash, the slim figure of young Jason poised over him, right arm raised to strike, the thick grey jumper that was his only clothing lifted up almost to his waste, his small boy's cock rising erect and quivering from his hairless crutch a bead of precum forming at its tip.

"No please, please, please Uncle Toby please."

Nicky's shrill screams and pleas for mercy combined with the frantic rattling of the chains holding him down as he fought against them filled the room with sound.

Toby made a small motion with his right hand signaling that the beating should continue. Jason brought the strap cracking down across Nicky's bottom its metal studded tip raking his already bruised and bleeding flesh. The boy's frantic pleas for mercy abruptly ended in a shrill shriek of juvenile agony.

Jason stood with Nicky's scream ringing in his ears, he felt elated and powerful but at the same time strangely distant from what was going on. It was as if he was standing back observing the scene. That he was watching himself from a distance as he flayed the skin from the howling brat's rump. Slowly, deliberately, almost mechanically he continued his task carefully spacing the blows so as to prolong and deepen Nicky's suffering.

Toby seeing the boy's swollen prick, glazed eyes and parted lips, noting the tiny stream of saliva dribbling from the corner of his mouth, smiled his approval. Any doubts he might

Have had about the boy's ability and commitment as a disciplinarian vanished. If anything the lad's enthusiasm would need curbing but that was a fault on the right side.

He began to count the strokes as Jason's right arm rose and fell and the metal tipped strap ripped the skin from Nicky's arse.

"Three… four… five… .six… That 's enough," he said stepping forward and catching Jason by the wrist as he lifted the strap over the shoulder for a seventh slash at Nicky's already well bloodied rump.h

Jason struggled against his grip for a few seconds and then suddenly twisted round locked his arms about Toby's neck. Taken by surprise Toby caught a brief glimpse of Jason's face, his unseeing eyes glazed with passion, before the boy's open lips were clamped tight on his.

Toby was excited as he always was when witnessing or even better taking an active part in thrashing a boy but he,retained the power of rational thought. He knew this would not do. That Bill who had clearly warned him off Jason the previous evening would strongly resent any open display of affection between the two of them.

Quickly but not without a pang of regret, he broke the boy's embrace, pushed him away from him, turning him towards where Bill stood.

"Not me silly boy," he said lightly giving the lad a push, "go to your man."

"The boy's flipped," Toby explained apologetically, "so excited he doesn't know what he's doing. Case of any port in a storm."

As he spoke, Jason took a couple of unsteady steps towards Bill who gathered him intohis arms. Jason arched his body, straining to reach the man's mouth with his parted lips. Toby watched as his friend slid his right hand down the boy's back. Rucking upwards the thick woollen sweater which was Jason's only clothing Toby cupped his bare bottom with his right hand while his left was busy in the boy's crutch. Strange half strangled animal noises came from the boy. Then he cried out and his body tensed and then as suddenly relaxed.

"Feel better now?" Bill asked as he gently disengaged the boy's arms from about his neck.

He looked about and then taking a couple of steps towards the bench he wiped the palm of his left hand across the back of Nicky's bare thigh.

"Well," he said looking down at Nicky as he lay chained to the bench, sobbing quietly to himself, blood oozing from his well striped backside, "you certainly did the job thoroughly Jason. You should congratulate yourself. Now you take take Tarquinius for his canter along the beach while Mister Toby and I clean up and dress the damage you have done to the slut's bottom."

"And that's going to be quite a job," Toby remarked cheerfully. "Why don't we have Jason take the boy down to the beach, If he takes him into the sea the salt water will be good for his stripes and it'll be quicker and less trouble than trying to dress each individual tear in his bottom. Thanks to your efforts with Brother Dominic's strap it looks like a lump of raw butcher's meat at the moment. I 'd hardly know where to start on it."

"Good idea," Bill replied, "Jason you come along with me. I've got Tarquin all saddled up ready for you in the loose box out of the rain. Toby, I"d leave Nicky chained down on the bench until you hear us outside and then bring him straight out. He'll only bleed on the floor if you get him off before we are ready for him."

Toby unlocked the shackles securing Nicky's wrists and ankles to the bench. Then he stood listening for the sound of the pony's hooves on the concrete yard gripping the boy by the back of his neck with his right hand pinning him down on the bench. The boy made no attempt to get up but just lay crying quietly.

There was the clatter of metal shod hooves outside. Toby grabbed Nicky by the arm and dragging him off the bench, manacled his wrists together in front of him and hurried him out into the yard.

It had stopped raining at last. A strong wind from the South West sent small white clouds scudding across an otherwise blue sky, sun shine and shadow chased each other across the yard and the hill side rising steeply behind the farm house.

Jason was mounted on a well made black pony who seemed to dance with eagerness to be off. Straight backed the boy sat upright in the saddle confident and at ease.

Toby pushing Nicky in front of him came out into the yard. Tarquin sensing their presence put his ears back and began a complicated little dance that took him full circle. Not the slightest bit fazed Jason maintained control of the animal, calmed it and then lent forward to murmur reassuringly in its ear.

"Is it all right to bring Nicky out to you?" Toby asked. "We need to tie him by the wrists to one of your stirrup leathers. I want you take him for a run on the beach."

Jason straightened, sitting back in the saddle and grinned at Toby.

"That's fine Sir, Tarquin is as good as gold usually," he said cheerfully, "he was just startled by you and the slut coming out onto the yard."

Toby looked up at the boy controlling with practiced ease the lively high bred pony, the wind ruffling his dark hair, the picture of privilege and self-assurance. He could not help but compare him to the miserable little runt of a boy that he was now dragging across the yard towards him. Shaven headed, his naked body mottled with bruises, the backs of his thighs slicked with blood welling from the broken flesh of his mangled bottom Nicky seemed to belong to a different and lower order of being.

Bill hurried out of the loose box that had housed Tarquin. Closing and bolting the door behind him he strode across the yard towards Jason.

"Put this on Jason, at once," he ordered holding up a hard riding cap.

"Do I have to Uncle Bill? Jason asked plaintively.

"Yes you damn well have to and I don't know why you didn't put it on before you even got up on to that pony. You've been told often enough."

Pulling a face Jason took the hat and jammed it on his head.

"The Queen doesn't wear one of these when she's riding."

"I wouldn't get the blame if the Queen fell off and cracked her skull," Bill rejoined sharply turning away to end the conversation.

"Bring that slut of your here would youToby," he said and reaching out he took hold of Nicky by the arm and pulled him roughly towards where he was standing next to the pony.

"You want him given a bit of exercise?" he asked pulling a length of stout cord from his trouser's pocket.

"Yes," replied Toby, "I want him worked to exhaustion and given a good soaking in the sea. He's been so cut and knocked about one way or another that it would be quicker to dip him in salt water than to try to dress every cut and graze that he has got.

As he was speaking Bill pulled Nicky's manacled wrists up to Jason's stirrup and secured them to the leather with a loop of chord. Nicky stood shivering and naked pressed up close against the pony's flank his face just about level with Jason's bare foot.

"Walk him nice and steady down to the beech," To y continued, "I don't want smash his kneecaps on the concrete track. Once you have him safely down on the beach get him down to the edge of the sea and then you can lift the pony to a canter if you like. It won't do the boy any real harm if he falls and is dragged along on the wet sand and positive good if he's running in the sea when he falls. I'll come down to the beach after we've finished tidying up here."

"All right Jason off you go," he said sending Nicky stumbling on his way with a heavy open handed slap across his raw and bloody rump.

The two men stood watching as Jason slowly walked the pony down the concrete ramp with Nicky stumbling awkwardly along beside him. Reaching the base of the ramp the boy dug his heels into the flanks of his mount, the sand flying under the hooves of his pony as he headed straight for the sea. Nicky, half turned towards the pony, his arms pulled up over his head, ran hard to keep up, his legs pumping, his lungs aching from effort. He lost his balance. Legs flailing to try to get his feet back under him he was dragged on beside the cantering pony by his wrists. Jason did not check the pony as it rushed on towards the line of breakers where the sea driven by the fresh on shore wind piled up against the beach. It was only at the edge of the sea that Jason reigned the pony in giving Nicky a chance to get his feet back under him.

The respite was only temporary. Turning the pony Jason set off along the water line heading towards the line of grey cliffs that towered at the end of the long bay.

"Four mile strand," Bill remarked as he headed back to the yard with Toby, "your slut will never be able to keep that pace up."

Toby smiled coldly but made no reply.

***

Nicky tried desperately to keep up,with the cantering pony whose flailing hooves thundered pounding the sand less than a meter (a couple of feet) away from his own bare feet. His legs ached from effort, his breath tore at his chest. Salt sea water thrown up by their passage splashed and stung the broken flesh of his raw rump. He could not keep up. He slowed down and instantly there was a savage jerk on his tethered wrists and he was pulled off his feet thrown against the flank of the cantering pony and dragged along beside it. He had to keep up. Desperately he fought to get his feet back under him. The pony, its pace partly checked by Nicky's weight pulling on the stirrup leather, slowed slightly and somehow he was back running. He fell four further times before Jason reigned Tarquin under the cliffs at the far end of the beach.

Jason sat the pony for a few minutes watching the waves whipped up by the recent storm smash against the base of the towering cliffs. White water seethed against the dark grey rocks, spray flung high into the the air glittered, infused with iridescent light from the occasional bursts of sunlight that penetrated gaps in the scudding clouds.

A short flurry of rain swept across the beach and Jason turned his pony and kicked it once more into motion back along the beach towards the concrete ramp.

Toby had strolled down to the tide's edge after he had finished helping Bill clean up after Nicky's flogging. He watched Jason as he brought the pony at a sharp trot along the beach towards him. The swell braking against the gently shelving sea bed created a cliff of broken white water twenty meters (about 25,yards) or so out to sea formed a dramatic background to their approach. Jason had ridden further out into the water and it surged about the pony's knees. Despite the slower pace set by the trotting pony he could see Nicky was having problems in keeping up and with keeping on his feet. With his wrists tied to the stirrup leather on the seaward side of the pony the water swirled about his thighs as he laboured along beside it. As Toby watched the boy stumbled and was dragged along beside the smartly trotting animal the water frothing about his waste before recovering his feet several yards further on.

Toby thought of the way the salt water must sting the raw flesh of the boy's and then wondered if in his exhausted and distressed state he even felt it.

Jason arriving opposite where Toby was standing, turned towards him and pulled the pony up beside him. Nicky had stumbled again and was hanging, slack kneed,, by his wrists from the stirrup leather making no attempt to get his feet back under himself.

Gripping the boy under the chin Toby pulled his head round, tipping it back so he could look down Into his face. Nicky's eyes stared unseeingly back at him, devoid of any feeling or emotion. Mucous dribbled from his nostrils across his upper lip to join with the saliva bubbling from his open mouth to flow down his chin and splatter his chest. Toby saw that quite apart from the raw flesh of his bottom Nicky's body was a mass of bruising and abrasions from the rough handling he had received over the last couple of days,

It would safe time to dunk the brat in the sea rather than trying to individually dress his cuts. After all sheep were dipped to prevent maggots so why not boys? In addition the process if handled right would have a beneficial psychological effect on the slut.

"Jason get down off the pony and help me please," Toby ordered as he lifted Nicky bodily back onto his feet and held him upright pinned against the pony's flank.

Even without the weight of Nicky's body on the knot it took Toby a couple of minutes fumbling at it to unfasten the cord securing the boy's manacled wrists to the stirrup leather.

"And now," Toby said maintaining a firm grip of the drooping the brat above the elbow to stop him slumping to his knees "take him from me and get him out in the water a bit and give him a good dipping. Hold his head under till he stops struggling. Do it three times - there's no point in doing a job if you don't do it thoroughly.

"He's a bit bigger than I am Sir,"Jason said doubtfully.

"You'll have no problem with him. All the fight's gone. I doubt if he even understands what I am saying or what is happening to him any longer. And if he does try to put up a struggle you'll be able to handle him easily, exhausted, with his wrists cuffed."

"Come on take off your jumper and give it to me. There's no point in getting your clothes wet and take the brat from from me. I will hold the pony for you."

Jason pulled his jumper up over his head and peeled it off. Completely naked he reached out and taking a firm hold of Nicky by the upper arm began to urge him out into deeper water. The boy put up no resistance but stumbled unsteadily forward. The beach shelved very gently and Toby stood watching as Jason led the unresisting boy ever further out to sea and nearer the wall of white water where the surging storm driven waves broke and thundered. Slowly the water rose higher up their bodies. It was not until it was half way up his thighs that Jason moving quickly, abandoning his grip of Nicky's upper arm, grabbed the boy by the back of his neck and kicking his legs away from underneath him sent him crashing face down into the water.

Nicky, sunk in utter misery, exhausted, weak from hunger and cold, racked with pain that although it seemed to be centred on his bottom, flayed into a raw mass of bleeding flesh by the weighted strap, filled and consumed his whole body, had descended into a state of sort of passive surrender. He had lost all will to resist or power of thought or reason, he just responded with unthinking acquiescence like a broken terrified animal, which was in essence what he had become, to the most recent external impulse. Now as the water closed over his head and his body brushed against the front of Jason's thighs, firm and velvet smooth, (1) panic gripped him jerking him out of his state of unresisting inertia.

Author's note:
(1)That Nicky should notice the feel of his assailant's bare thighs against his own naked body as he struggled to break free of his hold while having his head under water may seem highly unlikely. However very many years ago now I was set upon by a bigger and older boy in the school swimming pool during a surreptitious midnight swim and one of thep things I still remember as the blood roared in my head and I desperately fought to break his hold and get my head back above water was exactly that.]

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Standing just above the receding tide mark Toby saw Jason trip Nicky and force his head under water and then exert all his strength to hold the boy there. The water swirled and a single bare foot momentarily broke the surface giving a hint of the desperate struggle taking place out of his sight. Then Jason visibly relaxed, he still stood reaching down as the water lapped about his elbows but it was clear from the way he was standing that all resistance had ceased.

It was time that Jason relaxed his hold Toby thought. It was no part of Toby's current plans, at least, to drown Nicky. There was pleasure to be got and money to be made out of the brat and neither would be realized if he was killed. It was not as if he was one of the coffee coloured Island boys. There were dozens of them and one more or less would not be missed. The time might come when fair haired fair skinned boys were just as common on the Island as dark skinned dark haired ones and then the premium that the bodies and services of the former attracted would disappear but that time had not yet come. It was just a question of supply and demand a simple and classic example of the operation of a free market and there was hardly a freer market anywhere than that for boy flesh on the Island.

But now Toby thought was no time to stand musing on such abstract matters, he had to intervene or his considerable investment in Nicky, at least in terms of time would be wasted. He shouted at Jason to let go of the boy but the wind whipped the words from his mouth and the roar of the breakers drowned the sound of his voice. He waved his arms at the boy trying to attract his attention but Jason was looking down into the water seemingly totally engrossed in the tormenting of his victim.

Sighing Toby .pulled off his shoes and socks and looping Tarquin's resigns in front of his saddle momentarily left the pony to its own devices. Rolling up his trousers above his knees he began to wade out to where Jason stood.gazing down into the water apparently oblivious to his approach. He touched Jason on the arm but the boy ignored him. Toby could see the outline of Nicky's body, a pale presence, fluctuating as the water moved and rippled above it.

Jason was standing, bent forward, arms elbow deep in the water, hands steadying rather than holding down the gently moving body, preventing it from either floating to the surface or drifting off out to sea on the ebbing tide. His face was empty, apparently drained of emotion. His erect prick, with a tiny bead of precum welling from its tip, a priapic indicator of the extreme excitement the boy was experiencing.

Toby gripped Jason's arm and shook it. The boy started and turned his head to look at him. Toby saw awareness and intelligence slowly return to those previously blank unseeing eyes.

He reached down into the water. Brushing Jason's hands away he took hold of Nicky by his collar and pulled his head clear of the water. The brat's eyes had rolled back in his head leaving his eye sockets white pupil-less voids. For a moment he thought he had been too late but then the brat's eyelids moved. Grabbing Nicky by one arm just above the elbow he turned and made for the shore. He threw the boy down onto the damp sand

Where he lay retching quietly. Standing over the naked brat with his bare foot on his shoulder he rolled him over onto his back. He pressed down on the boy's belly with his foot and sea water and saliva squirted from his mouth.

"I am sorry Sir," Jason spoke from behind him, "I suppose I should have let him up sooner but he struggled so much when I first pushed his head under I thought I would teach him a lesson."

Toby saw he had very sensibly given priority to catching the pony and was now standing holding his reigns

"That's quite all right Jason," Toby replied heartily, "no harm done and possibly some positive good achieved. The slut won't forget this in a hurry. If he wasn't frightened of you before he will be now."

"Now we'd better get him back to the stables. I doubt if he can walk there though, even if we encouraged him. "

He bent and grasping Nicky below the shoulders lifted him bodily from the ground. He deposited him face down across the pony's withers arms hanging down one side of the animal, legs the other.

"Now hop up into the saddle Jason and we'll go back to the farm."

Toby picked his shoes and socks together with Jason's wooly jumper up off the sand where he had dropped them before he had hurried out into the sea to stop Jason from drowning Nicky. Carrying them he set off up the beach towards the concrete ramp. Ahead of him Jason rode with Nicky lying face down across Tarquin 's back just in front of the saddle.

Jason reigned the pony in by his loose box door in the yard. Turning he slid from the saddle his naked body brushing silkily against the pony's clipped coat.

"Unsaddle the pony," Toby said, "while I sort out somewhere to put the brat. I doubt if he would survive another night out in the open in the cage and we don't want to kill the little brute. Not yet anyway. There's too much fun and money to be got out of him for that."

"Now let's see what's available."

"There's a spare loose box next to the sick bay," Bill, who had must strolled down from the farm house suggested. "I'll get some fresh straw from the big barn'" and he hurried off.

Toby unbolted the top half of the double door of the loose box and peered inside. He saw a plain windowless rectangular space with grubby white washed walls and a stone cobbled floor with a central concrete gutter. A black bucket stood on the floor just inside the door and a yard broom with stiff orange plastic bristles lent against the wall beside it.

He pulled the door fully open and ducked inside to grab the bucket.

"Shall I put Tarquin in his stable? Jason asked as he stepped back into the yard, "and what shall I do with Nicky?"

He had unsaddled the pony and was standing expectantly by the pony's head holding him firmly by his bridle. Nicky was still lying face down, naked and inert across the pony's shoulders patches of damp sand sticking to his bare flesh.

"Wait a second Jason. Just got one job to do."

Toby strode over to the water trough and dipped the bucket into it.

"Hold the pony now," he ordered and shot the contents of the bucket over Nicky as he lay bent over the pony's back. Roused by the sudden shock of the cold water the boy stirred and moaned as the water cascaded down over his bottom and the back of his thighs sluicing away at least the worst of the wet sand that caked his body. Toby refilled the bucket and going to to the opposite side of the pony threw the water over the boy's back and shoulders.

"You can put the pony in his stable now Jason," Toby said reaching up and hauling Nicky from its back.

Slinging Nicky's almost supine body over his shoulder he carried him into the loose box. Dumping him unceremoniously on the heaped straw in the far corner of the box he turned and walked out into the yard bolting the door behind him.

Alone in the gloom Nicky drifted in and out of consciousness. Exhaustion brought sleep which gave him at least momentary relieve from the pain and the hunger and the fear that were the inescapable companions of his waking moments. Awake the stripes on his bottom ached and burnt fueling the paralyzing terror that gripped his mind. He had nothing to hope for,nothing to look forward to, nothing, except pain and suffering. The terror and the cumulative agony of his recent beating was fresh in his mind. The knowledge that, that had only been the first installment of a greater whole made him sick with fear. Curling up in a.ball of hopeless boy misery he cried himself quietly to sleep.

Sleep gave him momentary relieve but it was uneasy and broken. Alone in the gloom Nicky drifted in and out of consciousness. He lost all track of time. Hunger added to his misery. Naked, his wrists bound tight together by the plastic tie, chained to the wall by the iron wring round his ankle, there was no chance of escape. A dull hopeless apathy gripped him.

Slowly the little light that filtered into the stable through the edges of the bolted door faded and dimmed. Somewhere outside the shed an owl hooted. Nicky became aware of a growing warm dampness in the straw under his hips. A coarse pungent smell assailed his nostrils. He realized that he must have peed himself, presumably sometime while he was asleep. He did not have the energy or the will power to rouse himself. He lust lay in his own filth, waiting fearfully for whatever might come next.

***

"Another glass of Vouvray?" Bill asked proffering the half finished bottle of white wine.

"No thanks." Toby replied, pushing his chair back from the dining table and rising to his feet, "I'd better check how Nicky is getting on. You coming to give me a hand Jason?"

"Sure thing Uncle Toby," the boy answered shoveling a final spoonful of strawberries and cream into his mouth.

"Shall I take Brother Dominic's strap with me?" Jason asked hopefully as he followed Toby across the hall into the kitchen.

"Not this time Jason. We'll have plenty to carry without that; a torch, it's dark and there's no light in the loose box where he is and we need to get some food in him if we can; he hasn't had anything to eat for a good twenty four hours and he needs to be fed if we are to get any work out of him tomorrow."

"I am sure there will be something down the yard we can use to hit him with if necessary, I noticed there's a couple of lengths of rubber hosing by the water trough and anyway you can always punch him or kick him. I doubt though if the occasion will arise. You gave him a good thrashing and he's been locked up in the dark since then. He'll be too cowed and frightened to give us any trouble."

As Toby talked he busied hImself about the kitchen pulling out from the cupboard under the sink what looked like an outsize baby's bottle before adding a good table spoon full of sugar to a large saucepan filled with milk and placing it on a ring on the Aga to heat up.

"What are you doing Uncle Toby?," Jason, who had been watching these proceedings with interest, asked.

"Preparing something for the brat to eat. He won't get fed unless he works but equally we won't get any work out of him unless we feed him."

"But why the bottle and the milk."

"Easiest way to get some food into him. You've seen calves or lambs being bottle fed when they've been taken from their mothers. Same idea."

"Now the milk should be nicely warmed up," Toby lifted the steaming saucepan from the stove and.tipped its contents into the bottle before sealing it with an equally outsize rubber teat.

"You take that Jason," Toby said holding out the bottle, "and I'll carry the lamp."

The storm had finally blown itself out. A full moon rode low in the clear night sky bathing the farmhouse garden in a pale silver light. Faint sounds of movement came from the deep shadows on either side of the path. An owl hooted forlornly in the darkness. The cloying sent of honeysuckle hung heavily in the warm still air.

Past the picket gate at the bottom of the garden Toby led the way into the yard. Unbolting the loose box door he pushed it open. A blast of dank stale air assaulted their nostrils. From the pitch darkness within came the clank of metal and the rustle of hasty movement. Nicky was caught in the harsh glare of the electric lamp. White faced, eyes wide with terror he was cowering naked on his knees in the furthest corner of the stable. Toby, followed closely by Jason who wrinkled his nose at disgust at the stench of urine, entered the stable.

"Keep the light on the brat Jason and give me the bottle," Toby ordered.

Nicky blinded by the light stared into its beam paralyzed with terror like a rabbit caught in the headlights of a car. He could see nothing beyond the light. He could hear the sound of movement and he had of course recognized Toby's voice but that had only increased his fear. Now he heard, beyond the glare of the lamp the sound of approaching footsteps. He began to whimper quietly to himself, a strange high pitched animal noise. Then dimly, on the very edge of the pool of light thrown by the electric lamp, Nicky could see the man's form looming over him.

Nicky found himself grabbed by his neck chain and dragged on his hands and knees away from the corner in which he cringed. He did his best to resist but weakened by hunger and exhaustion, with his hands pinioned in front of him by the plastic tie, Toby man-handled him with ease. Then, moving very quickly Toby was behind him, straddling his shoulders, his knees pressed hard into his ribs, one hand reaching forward gripping him under the chin, the other holding the bottle, trying to force its rubber teat between his lips.

Nicky was beyond rational thought, for the last two days he had known only cruelty and abuse at Toby's hands, so far as he thought at all, he assumed that he was about to receive more of the same. Instinctively he resisted, throwing his head back, turning it away, refusing the proffered teat.

Toby, who had been through all this many times before, tried an alternative tactic. Still keeping the brat down on the floor by the pressure of his knees gripping his ribcage he briefly released his hold of the boy's chin. Pressing the teat down on the back of his left hand he smeared a large dollop of warm sweet milk over it. Then grabbing Nicky by the nose with his right hand he pulled his head back and pressed the back of his milk smeared hand against his open mouth.

Nicky tasted the milk, swallowed eagerly, and then suddenly, the rubber teat was in his mouth and he was sucking on it. Warm sweet milk filled his mouth and coursed down his throat. For the moment fear, tiredness, pain was forgotten.

Holding the teat to Nicky's lips Toby slowly backed away from the heap of damp straw on which the boy had been lying. The boy shuffled after him on his knees pulling with undiminished eagerness on the outsize teat as he did so the chain round his ankle clinking as he dragged it across the stable floor. Feeling the bale of straw on which he had placed the electric lamp against the back of his knees Toby sat down. Resting his elbows on his spread thighs he sat at his ease offering the bottle two handed to the starveling slut.

Comfortably seated Toby held the bottle lower than when he was standing. This required Nicky who had previously been obliged to kneel upright to suck at the bottle to get down on his hands and knees in order to do so. Now he knelt with his head thrown back, his lips clamped tight about the rubber teat and his hands, still bound together by the plastic tie about his wrists, pressed to the floor in front of him. Sitting on the bail of straw Toby had a view of the full length of the kneeling boy's body from his parted lips clamped tight about the rubber teat to the top of his raised rump,quivering in eagerness as sucking vigorously he drew a stream of sugary liquid down into his desperately working gullet.

"I wonder how much is left?" Toby said.

He pulled the bottle away from the boy and held it up to the light of the electric lamp. Nicky pushed in between his parted legs whimpering quietly.

"OK, OK," Toby said laughing indulgently, "there's plenty left for you. Here you are slut boy," and he slid the teat back between Nicky's eagerly parted lips and the stable was once again full of the sound of the boy's wet eager sucking.

"You hold the bottle for me Jason would you?" Toby asked, "I should just check to see the slut's arse is healing cleanly. Sit down beside me on the bail and take hold of it and now just slide across as I stand up."

The transfer completed Toby picked the lamp up and walked round Nicky so that he was standing behind him looking down on his frantically wriggling bottom. He lowered the lamp so its light shone directly on the boy's rump and slipping his hand between Nicky's thighs lifted and steadied it.

"He's not taking a blind bit of notice of you fiddling with his bottom Mister Toby," Jason exclaimed. "He's still sucking as hard as he can. Hasn't missed a beat. I know I wouldn't carry on like that if you were fiddling round with my bottom."

"Different priorities Jason. He's no better than an animal with animal instincts, only interested in getting his belly filled; no conception of shame or embarrassment or anything like that. You are different and much more complicated. You would have all sorts of emotions and ideas milling about in your head."

Toby spoke absently as he concentrated his attention on assessing the condition of Nicky's bottom. Not too bad he thought, raw and deeply bruised of course as it had to be after the working over young Jason had given it with Brother Dominic's weighted strap but nice and clean and no sign of infection. Keep it that way and it should heal up over the next four days or so and the boy be ready for the second installment of his flogging.

Embedded in the slut's anus the base of butt plug glinted in the torch light. With Trapper safely locked away out of the loose box there was no immediate danger of the dog trying to mount the brat. Toby's hands moved quickly as with practiced ease he unlocked the thin chain securing the plug to the back of the slut's cock ring and eased it out of Nicky's body.

Having completed his inspection of the brat's rump Toby withdrew his hand from between the boy's legs. Responding to the withdrawal of upward pressure Nicky sank back onto all fours still pulling on the teat with his lips with undiminished enthusiasm. Toby wiped the dirt from the plug on the side of Nicky's rump before putting it in his pocket.

Toby straightened, his gaze travelled the length of the kneeling boy's body to where Jason sat holding the bottle his knees spread wide. He smiled he saw Jason was once again hard, his little cock standing erect and quivering eagerly.

"You seem to be excited about something Jason," he remarked laughing indulgently.

"I was just remembering the way the brat screamed as I beat it with Brother Dominic's strap. He certainly felt it and I drew blood from the very first stroke. Didn't I Uncle Toby?"

"Yes indeed you did Jason,"Toby replied chuckling again at the boy's eagerness and simple pride, "but next time it won't be so easy. We'll give you the standard cane to use on him. You'll really have to cut hard with that to draw blood; cut hard, give it plenty to follow through, and lay four strokes across his arse and then slightly shift position so the next two cut across the earlier ones; you should draw blood then where the strokes intersect."

"I bet I will make him bleed Uncle Toby. Anyway I'll try real hard. How soon do you think his bum will be healed enough to be ready for another beating?"

"Five days or so should do it Jason. That should give enough time for the final installment before he's shipped out to the Island."

As Toby and Jason chatted across Nicky's naked body the boy continued to suck vigorously on the the bottle totally oblivious to their conversation. The sound of their voices was a mere meaningless jumble, irrelevant to the one thing that mattered to him at that moment, filling his belly. Hunger and exhaustion combined to narrow his world to the satisfaction of that single simple physical imperative.

"It sounds like the bottle's almost finished," Toby remarked, "tip it up Jason so the brat gets the last drops out of it."

Jason tilted the bottle lowering the teat end and pointing it downwards. Nicky with his lips glued to the teat and still sucking energetically followed it down at the same time twisting his head and shoulders round as far as he could so he was almost facing upwards. Toby looking down at the kneeling slut's distorted body, bottom raised, torso twisted, all frantically wriggling and convulsed with his desperate efforts to extract the last drop of sustenance from the bottle felt a surge of contempt and lust.

If he had been alone with the slut he would have taken immediate action to slake the latter in the brat's body. But he was not alone, Jason was there also and had to be considered. He had to be trained and prepared for his roll as a master just as Nicky had to be broken to servitude. Now Toby recognized was an opportunity to use the boys to educate each other and for them to learn lessons appropriate to their respective destinies.

"He's emptied the bottle Uncle Toby," Jason announced pulling the teat out of Nicky's mouth and holding the bottle up to the light to show that there was indeed emptied.

Nicky whimpering quietly, still on his hands and knees, pushed forward between Jason's spread knees straining after the raised bottle.

"Well how about giving the little whore something else to suck on eh Jason?" Toby said with a chuckle.

Bending he caught Nicky under the shoulders and hoisted him bodily forward so that his face was buried in Jason's crutch.

Nicky's world had long since ceased to make sense to him. Experienced through a terror and fatigue induced haze it lacked either immediacy or logical structure. It was simply a disjointed jumble of unrelated incidents lacking any logical structure, to be endured not influenced. Toby's hand was on the back of his head pressing his face down into Jason's hairless crutch. Jason's prick, a slim tube of hard pale flesh brushed against the tip of his nose. The faint but distinct odour of the boy pricked his nostrils. Dark claustrophobic memories of the tiny hallway in Toby's London flat flooded back; of being forced to his knees at Toby's feet, of the smell of the man as he unzipped his flies. Nicky made no choice, no decision. He knew what he had to do, what he was there for. He opened his mouth, lifted his head, turning it one way after another searching for that little column of pulsating flesh and finding it took it between his lips and began to suck on it.

Toby saw Jason's body tense and arch in excitement as Nicky's lips closed about

his stiff little prick. Jason hands gripped the back of Nicky's shaven head, grinding it down between hIs spread knees into his crutch.

"Shit, shit, Christ, fuck, holy shit, Mister Toby, oh shit," obscenities burst from the boy as he felt Nicky's soft mobile lips around his prick.

Nicky tasted precum and then the damn burst and Jason orgasmed, filling his mouth and throat with metallic tasting lukewarm boy juice. Nicky kept his lips clamped tight about Jason's quivering prick as orgasm after orgasm racked hIs body. Remembering Mister Toby's strictures about the ingratitude of slut boy's like himself who allowed the even smallest drop of its master's precious juice to go to waste he swallowed hard. Try as he would though some small part of the gushing boy cum escaped from his mouth and trickled down his chin.

Above him Nicky heard movement and the sound of Mister Toby's voice. Suddenly Jason's cock was pulled from his mouth. He quickly tried to lick the rapidly congealing cum from his lips and chin hoping to conceal his failure. However strong hands grasped him by his shoulders and he was dragged bodily forward across the stable floor. Then another cock head, much larger and more swollen than Jason's boy size version was being pressed against his lips. He understood his work was not completed. Mister Toby was taking his turn to fuck his mouth. He opened it and took the man's cock between his lips.

Nicky found himself grasped by the ears and his head pulled forward by strong hands driving the man's swollen cock deep down into his throat. He closed his lips around the tube of pulsating flesh. His nose was pressed hard against Mister Toby's stomach, his nostrils full of the coarse stale smell of the man's body so much stronger and ranker than the scent of Jason's crutch in which his face had been buried just a few seconds before. (1).

Toby's fucking of Nicky's throat was brutal and quick. A few quick thrusts down into the boy's gullet and Nicky was choking and coughing as he desperately tried to swallow the man juice flooding his mouth and throat. Toby abandonIng his hold of the boy's ears stood up and pulled his underpants and trousers back up. Taking his time he fastened his belt and zipped up his flies as wet gagging sounds came from Nicky's naked body huddled at his feet. Then holding the boy firmly down on his hands knees with his left hand through the back of the his neck chain he reached down behind him with his right hand and forced it between the top of his thighs. His fingers closed about the boy's small hairless balls, exploring further they found a small firm column of eagerly quivering boy's flesh. They closed about it twisting, pulling and stroking while wet anguished animal sounds came from the wriggling naked boy.

"Why are you doing that Mister Toby?"

Jason too had risen to his feet and was now standing beside him.

"Working cunt boy to a climax."

"Why bother? We've both finished with the slut. Let's go back to the farmhouse. If he wants a wank he can do it himself."

"It's all part of his training Jason. He knows we think of him as a whore boy. Now I want to make him think of himself as one also."

"Almost there… there we are… all over the palm of my hand… nothing much but still maybe when you think about it still surprising he can do it at all considering the pounding he has taken over the last couple of days. Just shows what a sex obsessed little cunt he is."

"Let's get his filth off my hand."

Toby pulled his right hand clear of Nicky's crutch and with his left hand through the back of his neck chain pulled him back on his haunches so that he was kneeling upright.

"Look up cunt boy, show us your face whore," Mister Toby ordered harshly.

Jason watched as the boy slowly raised his shaven head and turned his face towards the light. Saliva and partly dried semen dribbled from the boy's mouth mixing with two twin streams of snot seeping from his nostrils before flowing down over his chin.

Toby rapidly drew the palm of his right hand across the boy's eyes smearing his eyebrows and nose with his own cum.

"Have you ever seen such in your life such a filthy little turd Jason?" Toby demanded contemptuously.

"He is pretty dirty Sir," Jason replied a little reluctantly. He was fearful that all this was leading round to his being told to get a bucket of water and spending time washing the boy down. He felt he had had his fun down there for the moment and wanted to get back to the warmth and light of the farmhouse.

"You ready for a pee?" Toby asked quietly.

A broad grin split Jason's face. He realized that the situation had further potential for amusement that he had not recognized.

"Yes I certainly am Sir," he replied giggling and turning to face the kneeling boy.

"Then perhaps we should try and clean the filthy animal up a bit. I'll hold his head back while you while you hose him down."

Jason gripping his small boy's cock between finger and thumb took careful aim. Nicky found himself struck full in the face with a stream of rank smelling luke warm pee. He whimpered and tried to turn away

"Keep still fuck you," Mister Toby snarled as he reached round the kneeling boy to grip him under the chin and force his head back.

"The ungrateful little brute doesn't seem to appreciate your efforts Jason," he continued and laughed heartlessly.

"He certainly doesn't look as if he's enjoying it." Jason replied cheerfully as he continued to send a flood of boy urine cascading down Nicky's upturned face.

At last his bladder the flow faltered and then stopped.

"Time to go, come on Jason," Mister Toby said picking up the lamp and guiding Jason towards the stable door with a hand on his shoulder.

At the door he turned and shone the lamp back into the stable. Caught in its light Nicky knelt the middle of a puddle of a darkly glistening puddle of liquid. Released from Mister Toby's grip he had slumped forward onto his hands and knees his forehead resting on the damp floor. Mister Toby followed Jason out of the loose box into the yard.

He pulled the stable door closed behind him leaving Nicky alone in the dark. The boy, tethered by the chain about his ankle to the stable wall was going nowhere.

"Nice to be out on the fresh air," he remarked as they walked across the yard to the wicket gate into the farmhouse garden, "it was getting pretty smelly in there."

"I'm glad its Nicky that has to spend the night there Sir. Just imagine cooped up in the dark having to sleep in your own filth."

"And other people's too Jason, eh?" Toby said and laughed.

"Anyway don't waste time feeling sorry for that slut it will do him the world of good to spend the night sleeping on soiled straw and to wake with his body and face caked with dry cum and the taste and the smell of the stuff in his mouth and nostrils. He won't be under any illusions after that that he is anything else than a dirty little fuck boy and the sooner he accepts that truth and ceases to struggle against it the easier things will be for him."

"Now come on," he continued unlatching the wicket gate and standing to one side to let Jason through ahead of him, "let's get up to farmhouse. What worries me is that Bill will be expecting you to spend the night in bed with him and he won't be too pleased if you're not up to it after your time with Jason."

"Don't worry Mister Toby," Jason replied cheerfully as he slipped past him through the garden gate, "I'll manage Uncle Bill easy and after he falls asleep I'll look in on you like I did last night."

He laughed and gave a seductive little wriggle to his bare bottom as he walked up the garden path ahead of Toby.

Author's note:
(1) accounted for by the fact that Jason had been naked from the waste down all day so his body was cooler and better ventilated than Mister Toby who had been wearing underpants and trousers.

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Toby stretched out his legs under the garden table and luxuriated in the gentle warmth of the early morning sun. The high winds and overcast skies had vanished overnight, the only reminder of the previous day's savage weather was the distant murmur of the sea as the last remnants of the storm driven swell ran lazily up the beach.

Pushing away his plate bearing the unavoidable detritus, bacon rinds, congealed egg yoke, fragments of fried bread and so on that accompany a traditional cooked breakfast he poured himself a second cup of coffee.

"If you've finished your breakfast Jason," he said addressing the dark haired boy sitting opposite him, "you had better get down to the yard and check on Nicky. He's your responsibility now. When you've got him thoroughly cleaned up bring him here for me to check over. "

"What about feeding him Uncle Toby?"

"I'll decide on that after I've had a look at him. Depends on his condition and attitude if he gets anything at all – a bowl of maize porridge if I judge he deserves it but to get it he will need to be be properly obedient and subservient."

"God I'm glad I'm not him," Jason explained his voice shaking with emotion. "I was really hungry this morning."

"I can see you prefer something more substantial for breakfast," Toby remarked smiling and glancing meaningfully at the boy's empty breakfast plate, "but," he continued dropping his voice to give his words added emphasis, adopting what he thought of as his school-master persona, "we must not spoil the little slut. We must not over feed him that would only make him fat and lazy. He's lucky to get enough food to keep him alive and healthy."

"He must be taught his place and he must learn to accept it. It may seem hard but the quicker the job is done the better for us and specially the better for him. He, poor slut, is different. He is not one of us. Remember last night with him kneeling in the dirt in that shed with your pee streaming over his face and chest. Would you allow anyone to do that to you? Of course you wouldn't but he did."

"Nicky lacks the essential qualities, self-awareness, pride, modesty and so on that set us humans above the merely animal. He is not only different he is inferior. He is animal rather than human and for his own good should be treated as such."

"Now you cut along down to the yard and get Nicky cleaned up."

"Once that is done bring him up here to me. And bring his butt plug and cock ring with you. They're on the bench in the sick bay together with the jar of lubricant. We'd better put them back on him . Trapper will certainly have another go at mounting him given half a chance. It's a funny thing to my mind but a brat that's been penetrated by an animal looses a great part of its value. Quite illogical to my mind but there it is. People don't seem to mind so much if a boy has been fucked by another boy or even a man provided he hasn't been torn too badly but if it's known a dog has been up his bottom nobody wants anything to do with him."

"And if Trapper is down there and he probably will be, he's round Nicky as though the slut is a bitch in heat, be sure to lock him in his kennel before you open the door to the brat's loose box. As I said given half a chance he'll have his dick up the boy's arse and the dog's much too strong for you to handle by yourself."

"Let's see what else. Don't use Brother Dominic's strap on the brat this morning. You made him bleed pretty last night and we don't want to mark him permanently. It would decrease his sale value. Use a length of rubber piping instead. There's one on the side of the water trough. It'll hurt without cutting him up. And don't hesitate to use it on the slut. The slightest hint of disobedience lay into the little sod hard as you can. It's for his own good."

"Don't worry Uncle Toby. I'll beat him good. I don't care whether it's for his own good or not. I enjoy hearing him squeal."

"Well I hope to hear the whore's screams up here. You've got a pair of walking boots?"

"Yes Uncle Toby, up in the house."

"Put them, on before you go down to the yard. Nicky's bigger and older than you. I don't think you will have any trouble with him but if you do wearing boots will give you an edge. You can really hurt him if you need to; stamping or kicking with a heavy pair of boots on."

"Now get along with you and have a good time."

Grinning broadly Jason stood up and turned to head towards the farm house affording Toby an excellent few of his stiff boy's prick, erect and quivering, its tip straining upwards just short of his belly button.

"I must say it is obvious Jason is enjoying himself," Bill, who had just appeared from the kitchen carrying a steaming bowl of porridge, remarked as he took the boy's place at the garden table.

"Did you see the lad's erection," he demanded as he sat down. "I don't know he can manage it. Five times last night. He was away before I woke this morning and now he's stiff and eager again. It was all I could do to drag myself out of bed."

Bill simply smiled in reply. He thought it wisest not to tell Toby about Jason's early morning visit to his own bed.

Down in the yard Nicky lay huddled on a heap of damp straw in a corner of the locked loose box.

Through the loose box door came the sound of a dog whining. He had woken to the sound and it was still continuing. The door rattled, the dog was scratching at it trying to force its way into him. He assumed it was the same big black dog that had got on top of him the previous day. The door was holding for the moment but if it was to give way he wouldn't have a chance. The dog was much stronger than he was and tethered in the corner of the stable with a chain around his ankle escape would be impossible.

Anyway what would happen when someone from the farmhouse, either of the two men or that terrible dark haired boy appeared as he supposed they would in time. Would which ever it was let the dog in, watch as it got on top of him…

But he had more immediate concerns. Growing pressure on his bladder urged him to his knees. He shuffled on his knees through the straw the chain round his ankle clanking as he moved. The chain was just long enough to allow him to crawl to the edge of the straw. Kneeling he directed a stream of amber fluid towards the loose box door. The jet of yellow liquid glistening in the sunlight filtering through the gap under the door broke into a shower of glittering drops to form a gently steaming pool on the concrete floor.

Nicky hunkered back on his knees. He was hungry, it seemed to him that he couldn't remember a time when he wasn't, the stripes on his bottom still burnt fiercely, and he felt dirty. Not just the natural grubbiness of a thirteen year old boy who had managed to creep into bed unwashed but shamefully, nauseatingly filthy. He remembered kneeling, Jason and then the man whom Jason called Uncle Bill, standing over him each directing in turn a jet of rank smelling urine full into his face. The warm liquid cascading over his head, to form a river of human pee flowing down his cheeks over, his chin and down the front of his chest. And he had just knelt there letting them do it.

He felt humiliated and defiled. It was bad enough that they had done it to him at all but far worse that he had allowed them to do it, just knelt there letting them do it, to piss over him, in his face, without protest or trying to escape or anything, Not even turning his face away, looking up while the fetid stream hit him full in the face, accepting it without protest.

Anyway why should he protest? Had he any grounds to do so? Everybody complained about him, moaned about his many faults, his laziness, selfishness, stupidity, general uselessness. Maybe he was that bad, maybe he was as useless as they all said. Perhaps being beaten and abused was all he deserved, all he was good for and all he would get.

Of course that was it. That was no more than he deserved. If he was some good, if he had some value, surely someone would have stood up for him. Nobody had, not even his mother. He hunkered down on the floor sinking ever deeper into a state of utter misery and hopelessness.

Suddenly the loose box door was thrown open. Startled he looked up blinking, trying to adjust his eyes to the sudden brightness after the gloom of the windowless stable, seeing the slim form of the naked boy standing outlined against the bright sunlight With a rush of terror memories came flooding back, the sharp hiss of the descending strap, the sickening lung emptying burst of pain as its weighted tip tore a bloody furrow across his bare rump, the mounting agony as stripe was laid on stripe and he bucked and screamed under the cruel impact of the lash. Nicky tried to say something, to frame some plea for mercy, to beg pardon for whatever he had done wrong, what that was he was not too clear but it had to have been something very serious to warrant the severity of the punishment but the words would not come. Indeed he had seemed to have lost the power of speech, he opened and closed his mouth but all that came were half formed sounds of a small animal cornered and in distress.

Jason walked briskly down the path through the farmhouse garden to the picket gate leading to the yard. The sun was shining, the day was beginning to warm up and the air was full of bird song. He was looking forward to spending more time playing with Nicky. The boy made an almost ideal victim, cowed and terrified, seeming almost to invite abuse. To begin with Jason had felt a little guilty at drawing pleasure from the other boy's tears and distress but these inhibitions had soon vanished, swept away by the rising excitement induced by the older boy's delightfully vocal suffering. It was a pity he thought that uncle Toby had forbidden him using Brother Dominic's strap with its weighted tip this morning. The memory of Nicky's shrill screams as he scored crimson welts across the egg white flesh of his quivering rump set the blood singing in his head. This time though he would have to do the best he could with the rubber hose and his boots.

"Hello Trapper," he said cheerfully, addressing the big black dog who was standing whining plaintively outside the loose box door behind which Nicky cowered.

The dog ignoring him and continued trying to dig his way under the closed door. He had scented Nicky and was determined to get at him.

"Come on Trapper, I am afraid he's not for you old boy," Jason said apologetically and slipping his hand inside the dog's collar he tried to drag the him across the yard to his kennel.

The animal braced its legs and refused to budge. Jason accepting that the dog was too strong and heavy for him to force decided to try persuasion instead. Abandoning his grip of its collar he crossed to the kennel where Trapper slept and ducking through the door picked up an empty metal bowl from the concrete floor.

"Trapper, Trapper," he called rattling the bowl against the kennel, "food, come on boy food."

For a moment he thought the dog might refuse the bait, remaining, its nose thrust stubbornly through the gap under the loose box door, scrabbling ineffectually on the ground with its front paws. Then, tempted by the immediate appeal of food over the distant chance of sex, Trapper raised his massive head and turning trotted over to the kennel. Jason waited until the animal was fairly within the kennel yard before slipping quickly out, slamming and bolting the gate behind him.

Trapper, realising he had been duped spun round and growling furiously hurled himself at the gate, the iron railings round the yard shuddering under the force of his furious impact.

Jason paused a moment wondering if he should mount a search for the padlock to further secure the kennel gate, there had to be one about somewhere but then dismissed the idea. The gate was firmly bolted and the picture of Nicky waiting naked and helpless for his attention rose invitingly before him.

He pushed open the loose box door. The tart coarse smell of stale urine assaulted His nostrils. He hesitated a moment staring down at Nicky crouched in the damp soiled straw. He looked to Jason with his shaven head and pale naked body blotched with livid bruises like some outsize maggot crawling about In the filth of the stable floor. Jason felt neither pity nor sympathy for the slut, just disgust and a deep contempt together with a savage determination to exert and maintain his authority.

And what was the brat doing looking him in the face? Nicky had been warned, Uncle Toby had told him the previous evening to keep his eyes down and had hit him for not doing so and now the boy was down there on the floor looking up into his face. Cold rage gripped him. He took three quick steps forward into the loose box and lifting the length of rubber hosing over his shoulder cracked it down without warning across the boy's upturned face catching the brat across his nose. Nicky howled with pain, his hands flew to his face his raised arms exposing the side of his ribcage. Blood oozed between his clasped fingers.

Jason saw the blood and heard the boy's broken cry of distress. A fierce surge of excitement gripped him. For the moment he lost all sense of restraint.

"Fuck you, you fucking little turd," Jason yelled slashing Nicky fore and back handed across the side of his chest with the hose pipe. "Keep your fucking hands down when I'm beating you."

Over and over again Jason brought the hose cracking down across the now wildly sobbing boy's defenceless body working himself up into a cruelty based delirium of excitement.

Nicky already down on his knees fell forwards onto his hands his head just inches from the floor. Jason took a couple of strides further into the loose box past his whimpering victim and quickly unlocked the chain tethering him in place about his ankle.

Grabbing Nicky by his neck chain Jason brought him to a halt at the base of the water trough. Then yanking hard on the chain he pulled Jason back on his haunches. Transferring his grip to Nicky's chin he forced his head back. He looked down into the boy's face and felt his excitement rise. Blood seeped from Nicky's nose and trickled down his chin, his right cheek was swollen and heavily discoloured while one eye was almost closed by heavy bruising.

"I did that," he thought with a touch of pride, "and I can do much worse and he can do nothing to stop me."

Somehow he found the thought intensely exciting.

Behind him Trapper, unregarded, continued to hurl himself in frustrated rage at the kennel gate, each charge shaking it and the railings in which it was set.

Stepping back Jason drove the toe of his boot into the kneeling boy's crutch. The brat made an odd sound, somewhere between a moan and a half strangled scream and doubled over presenting Jason with an excellent view of his bottom ribbed with livid welts left by Brother Dominic's weighted strap from the previous night's flogging.

"Miserable little shit," Jason thought to himself, "well he's asking for it," and he slammed the length of hose pipe down across the boy's raised rump. Nicky howled and jerked upright as pain exploded in his bottom. Jason pulled his foot back and smashed another kick into his crutch. Nicky doubled up and fell forward finishing with his face pressed down onto the yard's concrete floor.

A fierce excitement gripped Jason. He told Uncle Toby later that day discussing what had happened that at that moment his head throbbed with passion and he saw the world through a red haze of blood. He stepped forward and raising his foot prepared to drive the heel of his boot down into the side of boy's exposed temple. He imagined the heavy heel crushing the brat's skull and blood and brains seeping through the fractured bone.

Behind him there was a loud crash. Spinning round he saw the kennel door hanging open and Trapper bounding across the yard towards him.

Later he would realise that Trapper's constant banging against the kennel door must have shaken the bolt free and that he should have taken time to find the padlock to secure it if he had wanted to make sure that would not happen. At that moment though he had no time for rational thought. He just threw up his arm and braced himself for the animal's furious assault.

It did not come. Jason was sent staggering as Trapper brushed him to one side and hurled himself on top of Nicky's semi prone body. Nicky with his head resting on the floor and his bottom pushed up in the air was in the ideal position so far as Trapper was concerned. Grasping the boy's neck between its massive jaws, the wolf sized dog straddled the brat's naked body, tried to sheath its swollen prick in the boy's raised bottom with powerful forward thrusts of its heavy haunches.

With Nicky's shrill screams ringing in his ears Jason hesitated. He had no particular objection to Trapper fucking the slut's bottom. Indeed, he couldn't really see what the objection to it was. After all everybody else more or less had had fun with the boy in one way or another – so why shouldn't Trapper have his turn. On the other hand Uncle Toby, whom he liked and who had been nice to him, had taken some time explaining to him how important it was Trapper should not be allowed to penetrate the brat. And there was money involved too and Jason knew from his own experience how much importance grow- ups attached to that.

On the whole he decided he had better not upset Uncle Toby.

"Sorry Trapper old boy," he said apologetically slipping his hand inside the broad leather collar round his neck and pulling.

Trapper curled his lips and growled fiercely out of the side of his mouth but he did not loosen the grip of his teeth on the back of Nicky's neck nor slow nor lessen the tempo of the heavy thrusting of his strongly muscled rump.

Jason seeing the violence of the dog's assault knew he had to do something quickly. There flashed into his mind a story his father had read to him out of his newspaper about a man in Canada fighting off a bear that had attacked him. If, he thought, you could do it with a bear presumably you could also do it with a dog. Taking a deep breath he raised the length of rubber hosing over his head and lashed it down with all the force he could muster across the dog's black snout.

Trapper howled with pain and releasing his hold of Nicky's neck turned and bared his teeth at Jason.

A low threatening growl came from the dog slowly increasing in volume and menace as he crouched lower preparing to spring. Jason acted instinctively lashing out with his boot. It caught the side of Trapper's head with a satisfactory thump, the force of the blow jolting Jason's leg. Trapper staggered, stood dazed for the moment and then deciding that things were getting too much for him turned tail and fled. (1)

Freed from the weight of Trapper pinning him to the ground Nicky made an attempt to get to his feet but his legs giving away under him he collapsed back onto his knees where he remained trembling with fear and nervous exhaustion. His mind was in turmoil, beyond rational thought, a jumble of conflicting emotions. He was relieved no longer to have Trapper working away on top of him, gripping his neck between his jaws, trying to ram his prick into his arse. It had been frightening and painful and he would have stood no chance without Jason. Jason had driven the dog off and he was grateful to him. At the same time he was terrified of the boy after the savage beatings he had suffered at his hands.

He was frightened that Jason would start beating him again. There was nothing to prevent him and he made no secret of the fact that he enjoyed hurting him.

Kneeling on the ground, shaking with fear and nervous exhaustion Nicky was conscious of the younger boy standing close beside him. Fearfully, for he knew Jason would start hitting him again if he caught him looking directly into his face, he stole a glance towards him. His eyes rested on Jason's heavy walking boots and then travelled upwards over his bare shins, strong firm thighs before focusing on his small hairless scrotum and erect boy's cock jutting, quivering, its swollen pink helmet just a fraction of an inch short of Jason's belly button and hardly further away from the tip of his own nose.

Memories of the previous evening kneeling in the loose box, the stripes freshly scored across his bottom by Brother Dominic's metal tipped strap burning, Jason's penis hard between his lips, surging in his mouth, pumping fresh boy seed down his throat, came flooding back to him. Somehow the rigid stalk of boy's flesh with the beads of pre-cum glistening at its tip, small though it was, seemed at that moment to dominate his world.

In an instinctive gesture that unconsciously signalled submission and acceptance and constituted a timid fearful plea for affection Nicky turned his head towards the other boy and opening his mouth took his hard little prick between his lips.

At first Toby had listened to Nicky's screams with indifference. After all he had told Jason to beat the brat so hard that his screams could be heard up in the farmhouse garden. However when they stopped suddenly and were followed by total silence he stirred uneasily.

"I wonder what the hell has happened. I had better go down and see what is going on," he remarked to Bill apologetically.

Arriving at the picket gate to the yard he saw Nicky kneeling on the ground at Jason's feet his head buried in the younger's boy crutch, the two boys clearly totally oblivious to his presence. Just at that moment Jason climaxed, his body arching as he shot his load. For a moment Nicky continued to suck at his cock before hunkering back on his heels. Then, still on his knees he lent forward and began to lick the few drops of boy cum that had dribbled from his mouth from the front of Jason's tummy.

Toby turned and made his way back to the picnic table. Bill looked up and raised his eyebrows questioningly as he reappeared.

"All in order," Toby said cheerfully, "the brat's tamed – now his training begins."

Author's note:
(1) Before anyone writes in to object that this is unrealistic and that a large fierce dog like Trapper inflamed by lust would not have run off but would have turned, savaged Jason before mounting and penetrating the hapless Nicky. I would only say that this is based on an actual incident witnessed by myself. A man was walking his small inoffensive spaniel on a local beach when a very large and apparently very fierce Alsatian style animal jumped it. The spaniel owner hit the Alsatian as hard as he could with his walking stick and followed this up with a kick to the side of the head. The Alsatian ran off. I would say however that I would not guarantee the outcome of such an encounter and that this like so much else described in my stories would be better not tried at home.

Nicky was running, running fast, his bare feet pounding the firm sand. Jason had lifted Merlin to a sharp canter and it was taking all he had to keep up with the black pony but keep up he had to. That is if he wished to be spared a sharp flogging. Enviously he was aware of Trapper bounding along at his side. He seemed to be having no difficulty keeping up.

It was Jason's job to exercise the pony the dog and the boy and Jason took his duties seriously.

Jason reigned the pony in sharply and spun it to face the sea. Thankfully Nicky sank panting to his knees, his chest heaving as he dragged breath into his lungs as Merlin shifted uneasily at his side.

He knew what was going to happen next. This was routine, part of what had become the unvarying pattern of each day. How long though it had been going on he could not say, weeks, perhaps months. Time had ceased to mean much to him, the hours and days ran into each other in an undifferentiated jumble of fear, hunger and near exhaustion.

Now he waited because that was all he could do, he had no choice in that or anything else. He waited while surreptitiously watching Jason perched up on his pony above him.

He felt no resentment. He did not query, not even in the very secret depths of his mind why Jason his stomach satisfyingly filled with porridge and bacon and sausages and all the tasty morsels of a large traditional breakfast should be sitting at his ease on a pony while he should be forced to crouch naked on the sand at his feet aching with hunger. Nor did he feel envy. He had in the early days felt both resentment and envy. He felt neither now. He just accepted that that was the way things were.

He did feel though something for Jason. You had to feel something for someone who had so much power over you and exercised it so energetically but it was fear not resentment or envy, tempered with a fearful hope and longing to,win his approval or even affection by being a good boy and pleasing him. After all Jason seemed to get on well with Trapper, he spent time playing with the dog, petted him on occasion and sometimes spoke to it affectionately. Surely it was not too much to hope for the same for himself.

There were indeed rare occasions when it seemed these hopes were about to be fulfilled. A pat on the head or rump a 'well done slut boy' after a tasked formed, a scrap of food from his plate, then Nicky's whole body would thrill with happiness and gratitude and they would create memories that he would treasure for days. Thinking of this now Nicky felt his heart swell wishing to signal his affection and gratitude, not daring to speak, he edged nearer to the pony and half rising to his feet pressed his cheek against Jason's bare foot as it rested in the pony's stirrup.

"O.k. whore I know what you want," Jason said laughing indulgently, "well then whose going to be faster today Nicky or Trapper."

Nicky said nothing, with senses honed by fear he knew, as he increasingly found himself knowing things recently, instinctively, that no reply was required or even allowed. Instead he jumped back from the pony and fixing his eyes on his master stood trembling with eagerness and anticipation poised ready to start off in any direction. Trapper who had been looking on the sand his head resting paws started to his feet and began to dance in excitement.

"Well it had better be Nicky if you don't want the stick across that tender little bum of yours whore boy," Jason said cheerfully producing a tennis ball from his saddle bag and reaching for the throwing stick that he carried slung over his shoulder.

Trapper worked up to an even higher state of excitement emitted a series of sharp little barks while Nicky making a false start hurriedly checked himself.

"Best of three!" Jason cried cheerfully raising himself in his stirrups and sending the ball soaring out over the sea.

He watched smiling as Nicky and Trapper hurtled together after the ball down the beach and into the sea the water flying in high on either side of .them silver in the morning sun. The dog was only slightly ahead at the edge of the sea. Jason smiled quietly to himself. Not so long ago Trapper would have left Nicky far behind but it was very satisfying how the boy had come on over the last few weeks. It had been an uphill struggle but like Uncle Toby had promised the brat had responded in the end, he only needed encouragement, vigorous encouragement.

In this part of the beech the water shelved quite sharply. Within ten or fifteen yards of the coastline Trapper was out of his depth and was reduced to swimming after the ball. Longer legged and running upright Nicky took a dozen further paces before the water reaching half way up his thighs he threw himself forward into the water and struck out towards where it floated bobbing in the waves. Nicky was a far better swimmer than the dog. He reached the ball with a couple of yards to spare and with a shout of triumph reached out to grab it. Closing his hand around it and turned to swim back to the shore. Trapper philosophically accepting defeat turned to swim back to the shore.

Jason sat watching on his pony, a faint smile on his face as boy and dog ran up the beach towards him Trapper gambling excitedly around Nicky's flying heels. Nicky threw himself on his knees beside the pony and smiling shyly reached up offering the tennis ball to Jason. Jason took it as Nicky pressed his lips to his bare foot and then bent forward to kiss the ground beside the pony.

Jason looked down at the boy's bare bottom raised and invitingly open and wondered at Trapper's lack of interest. The blow across the snout I gave him must have really hurt he thought he hasn't tried to fuck the slut since and before he seemed to be thinking of nothing else. He dismissed the matter from his mind. He was sorry if he had hurt Trapper but otherwise the matter was of no importance to him. According to Uncle Toby it seemed Nicky was pretty certain to be fucked sooner or later and whether it was by a man or a dog he couldn't see really mattered whatever Uncle Toby said.

"O.k," Nicky said again, "second of three, ready…"

He waited deliberately letting the tension rise looking down at Trapper and Nicky gazing back up at him as they shivered with excitement. He moved his right arm sharply and both started off deliberately deceived by the sudden movement.

"Come back, come back," he cried sharply, "now wait for it."

"Now."

Again the ball soared high into the sky with Nicky and Trapper bounding after it. This time Nicky had directed the ball inland away from the sea. Boy and dog shot off together in pursuit of it. Jason watched the two as they haired away from him across the wet sand. Nicky was trying hard but, as Jason perfectly well knew Trapper had the legs of him out of the sea. Not by very much though. There was only a couple of feet in it. The ball hit the sand and bounced. Trapper went to grab it in his teeth as it ricocheted in the air and over shot it. Nicky through himself forward, grabbed for the ball and missed in his turn landing up prone on his face on the wet sand his bare legs waving in the air.

Trapper spun almost in the air and on his second attempt grabbed the ball between his jaws and set off towards Jason bounding across the firm sand glancing back over his shoulder inviting pursuit and Nicky was not giving up. He ran after the dog making frantic but futile attempts to snatch the ball.

Bending down from his seat on the pony Jason reached out to take the ball from the dog. Sitting back upright in the saddle Jason took a few seconds to consider his next move as Trapper and Nicky fidgeted expectantly on the firm sand below him.

He spent a second or two considering his next throw. He turned in the saddle to face away from the sea. There at almost the very limit of his throwing ability was the broad line of tangled seaweed and drift wood that marked high water level and beyond that a few low hillocks of dry sand. If he could throw the ball far enough so that it landed among the flotsam and jettison of the high water mark or beyond that in the soft sand it would import an element of real uncertainty into the game. Trapper would be the faster, just, up the beach to the high water mark but once there Nicky being the taller would have the better chance of spotting the ball among the rubbish and broken ground.

"All right, one all, last throw, if you don't get it this time Nicky you'll be for it, now."

Rising in the saddle he sent the ball soaring up the beach easily clearing high water mark. Jason, smiled indulgently as he watched the slim naked boy and the big black dog as they scampered up the beach after it. He was quite fond, in a superior sort of way of both of them. He didn't really differentiate between them beyond feeling Nicky took a bit more handling than Trapper who could be relied upon to do his best. Nicky on the other hand was on the lazy side and needed watching. Today though competeing with Trapper and with the threat of a sore backside in the background he was doing his best.

Trapper had arrived at the broken ground above high water mark. He was now casting round among the low hillocks and sparse vegetation in a puzzled sort of way trying to find it. Nicky arrived there a minute or so after the dog. Jason saw him check and then with an excited shout hurled himself forward to grab the ball racing back towards Jason hotly pursued by Trapper bounding excitedly.

Throwing himself on the ground at Merlin's hooves he reached up towards Jason offering him the ball.

"Well done slut. You've saved yourself a sore bottom this time at least," Jason said and then added because he didn't want to upset the dog, "bad luck Trapper. I'm sure you'll win next time."

Then turning Merlin to face the shore he set off at a sharp canter towards the concrete slip way leading up to the farm house. Trapper pounded along beside him but Nicky fell far behind. He came to the slipway and slowed his pace to a cautious walk – there were the occasional clumps of seaweed on which the pony could slip and you had to be careful – before, followed closely by Trapper, clattering up the lane into the farmyard leaving the gate open behind him.

There he slipped from the pony and led it over to the water trough. He stood holding the reigns while the pony drank deeply. Trapper got up on his hind legs beside him and resting his forepaws on the top of the trough buried his snout in the water.

Nicky appeared stumbling up the lane from the beach. He reached the farm gate and stopped to close it.

"Come on Nicky," Jason shouted impatiently," he might be mildly fond of the brat he thought but that did not mean he had to tolerate being kept waiting by the idle brute. "Get a move on. What the fuck is the matter with you?"

The boy turned from the gate, red faced, his chest heaving as he fought for breath. He hurried over to Jason.

"Merlin's had enough to drink now," Jason said handing him the reigns. "Unsaddle him and put him in the paddock and then come back here and be quick."

Nicky took Merlin's reigns and leading him over to the loose box door tethered him to a ring in the wall and bent to unbuckle the girth holding his saddle in place. Jason settled himself on the top rail of the farmyard fence and sat there in the sunshine swing his bare legs idly. Trapper his thirst sated hunkered down in a patch of shade by the stables and promptly fell asleep.

The sun was getting hot. Jason looked about for a patch of shade where he too could take shelter from it. Fond as he was of Trapper he didn't fancy sitting on the ground beside him. No doubt the loose boxes would provide some shelter from the sun but the one in which Nicky had been chained was pretty comfortless. That was true also of the one next door to that the one that had been converted into a sort of make shift medical treatment centre. There was a further loose box beyond the sanatorium but the door to it was kept padlocked. He had asked Uncle Bill why and he had said that inside was the place they butchered pigs and other livestock back when the farm was run on commercial lines and killed the occasional animal. It was kept locked because the place was filthy dirty and there were rusty sharp blades lying around.

Pity really, he had never seen such a place and the sound of it had a certain morbid fascination for him. He glanced towards the door and saw the padlock was hanging open from its hasp. Someone had left the thing unlocked since he had last noticed it. With all of the lively curiosity of an intelligent boy and with his interest piqued by Uncle Williams's deliberately gory descriptions of traditional butchery methods. Based as must be said on what he had seen on the island for he was as mercifully ignorant of what went on in the slaughterhouses of the UK as was the vast majority of the rest of the population. So it was with descriptions of pigs suspended by their hind legs, life and fully conscious, throat slashing, buckets collecting blood, the terrified almost human screams of the animals as they slowly bled to death that continued for hour after hour churning in his head that Jason regarded the now unlocked door.

He did not hesitate. Sliding from his seat on the top bar of the farm yard fence he padded on bare feet across the yard. He pushed the door open. At first he could see little beyond an area of damp concrete floor stretching back into the gloom. Gradually his eyes became accustomed to the darkness and he could make out more details. A large gloomy rectangular room stretched away ahead of him. Its walls had at one time been white washed but had over time become mottled with dark stains. It had a high ceiling supported with massive wooden beams that ran the length of the room. Five large metal rings were evenly spaced along one of these beams set just to the left of the door. From each of these rings hung a large cruelly pointed S shaped hook. A shallow channel set in the concrete floor terminating in an open drain ran the length of the room under this beam. To the right of the door stood a heavy wooden table. Neatly laid out on its freshly scrubbed top lay a selection of heavy knifes and choppers all honed to to maximum sharpness. If as Uncle Bill had said the room had been kept locked because it was filthy dirty someone had taken a great deal of trouble their morning to get it cleaned up. The only people who could have done the work were Uncle Toby and Uncle William. Jason wondered why.

Jason heard Nicky moving behind him. Pulling the door to he stepped back into the yard.

"Come here slut," he ordered taking Nicky by the arm and marching him over to stand beside the stand pipe with the hose attached, He bent and quickly unlocked and removed Nicky's cock ring and butt plug and placed them on the side of the water trough.

He turned the tap on and set about hosing the boy down; playing a stream of icy cold water over the brat, washing the caked sand from his limbs as Nicky stood the water glistening silver in the sunlight as it coursed down his naked body. He finished the job off sponging the shivering boy down with a sodden rag.

It said something about relationship of the two boys that both had erections.

Jason moved behind Nicky and squatting began too swab down the back of his legs starting atheist ankles and working upwards whistling quietly to himself as he did so.

"Bend forward," Jason ordered.

"You cleaned in there?" he asked pressing the damp cloth into the other boy's cleft.

"Yes Master Jason."

"Show me."

Without hesitation, or protest or the slightest sign of reluctance or embarrassment Nicky reached behind himself and pulled the cheeks of his bottom apart offering himself unreservedly for the most intimate and humiliating of inspections. Jason bent over to examine the boy's hole and then having licked his index pressed it into his rectum. Nicky caught his breath and gasped as Jason forced his forefinger past his sphincter.

Reaching round the front of Nicky's hips he gripped him by the balls with his left hand while twisting his index finger as he forced it knuckle deep into his arse.

"Don't make a fuss Nicky," he said impatiently. "You must be used to this by now."

It was clear that he regarded the whole thing as being mere routine. As indeed it was. Uncle Toby had told him he wanted him to check the brat's cleanliness and how else was he to do that properly?

Jason pulled his index finger out of the boy inspected it closely, sniffed it and signalled his satisfaction with an open handed slap across his upraised bum.

"Come along Nicky," he ordered and set off up to the farmhouse

Snatching up the cock ring and butt plug from the side of the water trough Nicky hurried after him. Trapper rose from his resting place in the shade, shook himself awake and trotted along beside him.

***

Toby and Bill sat at the garden table littered with the remains of a plentiful and leisurely breakfast chatting quietly together. They broke off their conversation when they heard the latch click on the garden gate. Jason closely followed by Nicky and Trapper appeared walking up the path from the farmyard.

"Hello Uncle Bill, Uncle Toby," Jason greeted the two adults with cheerful nonchalance.

He stopped a couple of feet away from the table. Nicky padding barefooted behind him also came to a halt. He stood, head bowed, shifting nervously on his bare feet, feeling utterly vulnerable and very aware of his own nakedness. This was for him the moment of truth, the moment when Jason reported on his conduct to the two adults, his faults discussed and corrective action, invariably in his experience painful, determined.

Nicky felt fear, he always did, fear was for him a constant, fear of annoying Jason or one of the adults, fear of a beating, fear of being hit. But this was a moment when the danger and consequently the fear was at its most acute. His throat tightened, his legs felt weak and he had difficulty in breathing.

The last few days had gone well. Jason had expressed himself satisfied with his behaviour and he had not felt the bite of the strap or cane across his rump. Nor did he have any particular reason to suppose that he had displeased his young master over the last twentyfour hours. Jason had not shown himself to be dissatisfied or angry with him but he knew from experience that he could not rely on such indications and how suddenly and unexpectedly he could find himself in trouble.

Desperately eager to please, without daring to lift his eyes, he concentrated hard, trying to spot some indication, however tenuous, of what was required of him. An almost imperceptible movement of Jason's right hand brought him to his knees. A tap on Jason's thigh brought him shuffling forward to kneel close up beside him.

"Any problems?" Toby asked.

Jason did not reply immediately. Instead he reached down with his right hand to fondle the head of the naked boy kneeling beside him, enjoying the brat's obvious fear and the consciousness of his own power that came with it. Nicky unnerved by the mounting tension began to whimper quietly.

"No, not really," Jason replied at last speaking carelessly with a hint of laughter in his voice. It was clear that he found Nicky's obvious terror rather amusing.

Nicky though found nothing amusing in the situation. To him it was deadly serious. However, he did not resent the hint of amusement in Jason's voice. Indeed, it is doubtful if he even noticed it and if he had he would not have had the pride or temerity to resent it. After days of being treated by ever one about him as inferior he had come to accept he was inferior. His predominant emotions at that moment were relief and gratitude. His heart swelled and he shuffled on his knees as close as he dared against his young master's legs. Emboldened by the absence of any repulse he pressed the side of his face tight up against Jason's bare thigh feeling the flesh of the younger boy firm, cool and satin smooth against his cheek.

Toby shifted his chair so he was half turned away from the table at which he had been seated. Looking at Nicky he congratulated himself that he had been able to recognise him instantly as a natural slave. Now naked and terrorised cringing on the floor at Jason's feet he could be nothing else.

It was not so easy back when he had first seen him, in outward appearance a typical spoilt sulky teenager. That he could see through this rebellious facade to the weak terrified animal hidden behind owed much to the years he had spent breaking and disciplining the chocolate coloured boys of the island. He had learnt early that there were some, a very few, that would fight to the end, that would die under the lash rather than submit, that would spit defiance even when they were hanging half un-conscience from the flogging post dripping blood, the skin flayed from their bodies with the whip.

He had learnt somewhat more slowly but still with reasonable speed to distinguish between those few who would never submit but would resist even as their shoulders were shredded by the lash and the majority who would struggle but with a little firm handling surrender.

There was something about the way that sort of boy carried himself, the set of his shoulders, the way he held his head that told its own story. Above all it was something in a boy 's eyes; not resentment nor rebelliousness, both were present in full measure initially in all, but anything to give those two faults substance, to suggest that the boy had the spirit and the pride to resist and to maintain that resistance whatever the consequences and whatever the pressures.

With Nicky he had had no doubt from the first moment he had seen him in his mother's sitting room that he was born to be broken and used.

And so it had proofed. A few short days, that no doubt seemed considerably longer to the brat, and the job was all but done and he was ready for the harsh realities of life as a serving boy on the island. Not however that the job was ever really finished. However cowed, however frightened a boy, he could be made more obedient, more eager to please, more responsive to his master's needs and wishes and there was, he thought with relish, no doubt more work to be done with young Nicky.

Smiling to himself, for there was nothing he enjoyed more than schooling a young brat, Toby crooked his index finger at Nicky, signalling the boy to come to him.

Nicky tensed, half rose to his feet and started forward In a crouching run. Toby heaved himself upright took a half pace forward to meet the boy and lashed out with his foot smashing it into Nicky's crutch. The boy howled and crashed back down onto his knees, dropping the butt plug and cock ring on the ground, bent double, his hands clasped to his crutch, his head pressed to the ground.

"Crawl slut," Toby ordered sharply, "crawl like the animal you are."

"Jason," he added in milder tones, "give him a bit of encouragement please you are well placed to do so."

Grinning broadly Jason slammed a heavy kick into Nicky 's raised bottom delivering it with such force that it lifted the boy's pine-end momentarily from the ground. Fighting against the pain tearing through his body Nicky scuttled forward on his hands and knees. He felt neither resentment nor anger at the way he was being treated only deep shame at being so useless and inadequate. He had been punished for not staying on his knees therefore he should have known that he should have stayed on them. Reaching Toby he pressed his face down to the ground in a desperate act of self-abnegation instinctively offering his open bottom to his persecutors in the same way as a cur dog rolls offers its unprotected throat to a stronger more powerful animal.

Toby stood for a moment looking down on the boy grovelling naked at his feet. Reaching down he slipped his hand through the side of Nicky's neck chain and urged the boy back on his knees. Gripping him under the chin he tipped his head back. He stared down into the brat's face glistening wet with his tears, savouring his misery and terror before urging him to his feet.

"Hands behind your head," Toby growled before beginning a slow systematic inspection of the trembling brat.

"He's come on a bit since he's been here," Toby pronounced judiciously as he squeezed with both hands the boy's ribcage, digging his thumbs hard into the front of his chest, feeling the lad's ribs flex under the pressure.

"He looks better too," he continued as he ran his hands down the front of the boy's body, "Less like the white maggot you called him a Jason. His hair has begun to grow back and his skin has taken on a nice all over tan. And he's fined down a bit. He was never fat but now he doesn't carry an ounce of superfluous flesh."

Toby shifted his hands to Nicky's hips and urging him to turn round. Keeping his hands clasped to the back of his neck the boy shuffled his feet unsteadily until he was facing away from Toby. He stood quiet but tense as Toby brushed his hands lightly over the back of his shoulders down his back and over his bare rump.

"There's hardly a bruise on the slut," Toby remarked, the tone of his voice making clear his surprise and disapproval, "it looks to me as though you may have been a bit soft with him Jason."

"I'm not Mister Toby," Jason rebutted the slur with indignation, "it's just that he's been a good slut boy and tried hard and done as he's told."

"Mere obedience is not enough," Toby snapped his voice hard. "A brat has to be taught instinctively to know and to fulfil his owner's needs and desires before they are even expressed."

"But how's he to know that?"

"He'll learn to do so if he wants to enough. If he concentrates every sense in his body in trying to work and he will do so if the consequences of failure are sufficiently painful."

"And Jason, he'll have to be taught to do so if he is to last more than a few days on the Island and make you some money there. There is no shortage of boy's there. It's not like here; he'll have to compete with the other whores to survive. If he's not pretty enough, or skilful enough, or attentive enough he'll be dead meat."

"So it's for his own good and you'll benefit too. He's got a lot going for him if he's trained right. There are plenty of boys there but not fare haired and golden skinned brats like him. Once you've finished with him you'll get a good price for him from some rich Chinese or a boy brothel owner on the lookout for speciality items to offer his clients."

"But he needs more schooling. Look at the way he got up from his knees to come to me. The stupid brat wasn't concentrating. If he had been he would known to crawl. He was on his knees, I had beckoned him to me, I had done no more, therefore he should have crawled."

"But how do you make him concentrate Uncle Toby?"

"Same way as you teach a brat anything. Thrash him till he learns his lesson and then thrash him a bit more so that he remembers it," Toby said savagely and laughed as he felt Nicky tense under his hand.

"That's why I am so disappointed to see him with his shoulders and rump unmarked."

"I'll get Brother Dominic's strap from the house straight away Uncle Toby and put that right straight away," Jason said eagerly catching the hint of reproach in the man's voice.

"Be quiet fuck you," Toby snapped at Nicky who had begun to sob quietly before continuing in milder tones.

"No need to do that Jason. We have to go into town and get some supplies for the patrons' dinner and the seven-aside-training camp this afternoon and we'll take Nicky along to do the heavy lifting. Leave it till we get back. It'll give us something to look forward to and the less marked he is when we go into town the better because the less clothes he will need to hide the bruises."

"The cane this time though I think rather than the strap. Different technique for you to learn, more of a precision instrument. I am sure you will manage very well. I look forward to hearing you make the brat squeal."

"Six strokes I think," he continued in a mild conversational tone as he resumed his examination of Nicky's naked body as he continued to chat.

"That's just to sharpen you up Nicky. To get you back on your toes. If you do anything at all to annoy me this afternoon or if you annoy me by failing to do something you will get a great many more. I may not say anything at the time but I will be watching and sure as hell you'll catch it across that nice little round bottom of yours when I get you back here. Do you understand me turd?"

Nicky whimpered but managed to force out a half strangled "yes Mister Toby Sir."

"It's funny Uncle Toby," Jason interjected in his clear young boy's voice, "the slut is whimpering but he's got a big hard on at the same time."

"Little bitch is in almost constant heat. All boys of his type are. Fear and sexual excitement is a powerful combination."

"And a good thing too Jason," and Toby paused to give added weight to his words and then deliberately assuming the portentous tones of a teacher instructing a class of adolescents continued, "Marx said religion was the opium of the working classes so sex is the opium of boy whores like little Nicky. It is a drug to which they become addicted and reconciles them to their servitude. It holds them and grips them more effectively than physical fetters. Raising and stoking a slut's awareness both of his sexuality and himself as a sexual object is a vital part of his training. It makes him easier to handle and at the same time increases his value making him a hotter more eager boy whore."

"That's one of the reasons we are taking him with us this afternoon. He will be useful but also being eyed up by a bunch of men letching after his tight little bottom and there will be a few, there always are, will increase his awareness of his body as a sexual object."

As Toby spoke he continued his examination of Nicky, running his hands over the boy, his fingers probing the most hidden and secret recesses of his naked body. Now the inspection completed he sat back in his chair.

"Right," he said signalling the end of his inspection with a resounding open handed slap on Nicky's bare bottom with the flat of his hand, "that jobs done. Jason you stuff the butt plug up his arse and clamp the cock ring in place while I get something from the house."

Toby reappeared in the garden carrying what appeared to be a tiny scrap of flimsy brilliant red material that shimmered in the sunlight.

He resumed his seat on the garden chair and crooked his finger at Nicky.

"Put this on," he ordered holding the fragment of cloth out to the boy.

Nicky balancing alternately on either foot pulled the what proved to be a minuscule pair of bathing trunks up his legs and gingerly eased them over his hips.

"Do you think," Bill asked doubtfully, "if you will get away with that?"

"Well it's not a thong and you must remember that the current paedophilia hysteria actually gives us a bit of extra licence. Somebody complains about seeing too much of a boy's bottom and you can counter 'you were looking then' or 'you find boy's' bottoms interesting do you, you dirty pervert' or something else appropriate. You may never say it but there is a risk you might say it or something similar that makes other people hesitate before butting in."

As he spoke he turned Nicky with a hand on the boy's hip so he was facing away from him. With his thumb he lifted the hem of his bathing trunks pulling it tight into the brat's crease and exposing a delicious glimpse of curved of boy flesh.

"Love," he said, "has placed is mansion in the place of excrement."

Chuckling to himself at the appositeness of the quotation he reached up and taking hold of the trunks waste band drew it a short way down Nicky's bum so that the very beginning of the shallow depression that would shortly deepen and divide the boy's bottom was exposed. He sat back with his head on one side examining his handiwork.

"Turn round and face me," he ordered sharply.

Again he spent a few minutes adjusting Nicky's trunks though this time he was concerned rather to spread and to hide. Nicky drew his breath in sharply as Toby manoeuvred his stiff boy's prick, clearly outlined beneath the thin material, so it was lying straight up his tummy rather than tenting the front of his swimming trunks.

"Time you got some clothes on too Jason," Bill announced heartily, "rather more substantial than young Nicky's though. We want the paedos eyeing up his bottom not yours. Cut along to the house now."

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