Scrub aka Simon

An Obedient Boy

Chapter 1

When this adventure started I was 17, I was in the lower sixth form in my state day school in England. I am a good athlete and captain of the school rugby and swimming teams. I am the head of my house. The boys in the house elect the head and I had no difficulty in getting this. Many boys hero-worship me. Most of the others know that they better play along or get hurt by a boy who wants to please me.

The head has told me he considers me to be a bully but I am careful and he can't expel me or do me any real damage. I take my position as head of the house seriously and coach the juniors who know they must turn up to all practices. I have a fourteen-year-old brother who is at my school and we often discuss the other boys in his form. There is one in particular who turns us both on. We are both mainly homosexual but I also like a bit of pussy in the side.

This boy is a loner very quiet and studious. He avoids all forms of sport but we decided that we would have our fun with him. It was easy as he was in my house and I told him to turn up for a swimming test after school one night. He really had no choice. He looked very hot in his Speedos and he was a good little diver.

This he knew and I decided that it would be useful as I now had a good reason to have him join my coaching classes regularly!

I kept him working until all the other boys, except for my brother, who was waiting for me (?) had gone. I then sent him into the changing room to have a shower. I stayed out in the pool area but quite naturally my brother went into the changing room with his form mate to chat. I know from my brother that when the boy went into the showers all his clothes 'disappeared' – Even the lad's towel. From then on my brother was on a winner. I DID hear some shouts for help from our victim but the walls are thick and the changing room is well away from the rest of the school being separated by the pool. On the other side there are the sports fields so we didn't need to worry.

The boy gave in and started to suck my brother off, there were plenty of tears however. After a bit, I entered the room with my video still camera and took plenty of photographs. The boy didn't even see me he was too upset and wound up by what he was being forced to do. As soon as my brother climaxed I shouted at the still naked boy. I accused him of perverting my brother and threatened to get him expelled from the school and report him to the police, his family etc etc.

I agreed to reconsider what I would do if he wrote out a complete confession. I dictated this to him and I still have the document

I seduced Jones junior after swimming training on the --------. I persuaded him to let me suck his penis A thing I have done before to many men and boys and as I was taught to do by my friend of my father when I was eight. I planned to fuck Jones Junior up the arse but I was caught by his brother. I agree to any punishment the Jones brothers may decide and hope that they will not report me if I do everything they tell me to do. I realise that the punishment will hurt and embarrass me but I realise that, if I do not do exactly what they tell me, I will deserve additional punishment. To show that I am willing to accept such punishment I will pose for whatever photographs Jones Senior tells me.

I will never blame the Jones brothers for anything they do or that happens to me as I realise that they are kindly punishing me themselves rather than reporting me when I might be send to a Borstal or a prison. I accept that they are not reporting it to my home nor to the school, which would result in very unpleasant effects for me. I hope they will not decide that I should be reported later and to encourage them to keep this secret, I will do whatever they wish whenever they wish it. IF I don't I will deserve whatever I get.

He had a nice bush round his long but very thin prick. He was just entering puberty and although he was acutely embarrassed his cock was rock hard with an upward bend. Indeed it also turned slightly clockwise. His foreskin had pealed back and showed his pale glans to its best advantage.

I did not want to rush things so I told him that he would shortly be allowed to go home but he should arrange for my brother to sleep over at his place the next Thursday night. He objected and said that he never had had boys over to sleep, as they did not have a spare room. He also said there was only one bed in his room. I said this didn't matter.

I then got an old white-paper sweet bag and put it over his cock. I fastened it under his balls with a couple of staples and sticky tape over them. He couldn't take it off without damaging it and I made it QUITE clear that he would suffer if he did damage it or remove it. I knew this would mean he couldn't even pee!

I went home with my brother and we had an interesting time talking to some friends on an adult Internet site.

Chapter 2

I realise that I need to explain a bit about our living conditions. Until 18 months previously we were living in a nice house (the same one that we still live in) with both our parents. However I knew that their marriage was on the rocks and eventually my mother ran away to her family in New Zealand. We havent seen or heard of her since. My father moped around the house keeping busy at work but doing nothing the rest of the time.

His boss knew what was happening and offered him a job in Kiev in what was Russia but it would mean very infrequent, if any, holidays in England. He discussed it with my brother and me and we convinced him we were old enough to look after ourselves.

However our Uncle, his brother, and the person we call our Aunt would look after us. Every day she brings in our evening meal and tidies up the place. While we prefer to see little of our uncle as he is in loco parentis and deals with things when we mess up and that usually means that our backsides suffer.

Our father is a computer wizard and installed a huge system in my brother and my bedroom. He talks with us on it and indeed it has a camera so he can see us (and equally we can see him.) We have a camera on the computer and a video still camera, which was mentioned in chapter 1, that we can take round the house so he can see we have done our chores. We know if he has a problem our uncle will be around and we get a naked beating and he beats hard! I noticed that uncle Ken enjoys beating us and seeing us naked as he always gets a huge erection. It took my brother and me some time and risks to exploit this. However he would rush off to the toilet after he completed our punishment and relieve the pressure. By setting up the video camera in the toilet and then showing it automatically with a time delay on the computer we exposed (!) his interest in us. His cock was huge and neither of us was willing to try to take it up our rears. We did lick him off although he said that I was too old for him and he would prefer some kid of my brothers age and who was not a family member.

This was the situation at home when the story opened. Naturally we decided that we would watch Uncle Ken doing the boy as soon as we could. However we went on the net. There was an interesting e-mail inviting us to a 14-year-old slave boys birthday party – at least he was a sex slave at home and to his parents friends but at school he was treated normally. All his form mates were invited to the party and enough other youngsters who would, his father hoped, demand and get full services! We decided to go and mailed our acceptances. We then contacted via video conferencing two adult friends. We showed the photos that I had taken that afternoon and the signed document and asked them to get us some hardware.

They drove over with it that evening. As a thank you I fucked my brother in front of them when they arrived. We were both so hot that it was a quickie.

We then used our bikes to investigate where our new conquest lived. We got there in time to see an upper light go on. Before the curtains were drawn we saw it was the boy. His bedroom was on the corner of the house with a window opening onto the flat roof of the garage. This garage was mostly at the side of the house but the flat roof extended behind his room. Very little of what went on the roof would be hidden from a curious observer outside the house but it could only be watch from his room inside the house.

It was an expensive house with woods surrounding it except at the front.

We lived only about three-quarters of a mile [1200 m] away. And the road from that house to school actually passes our door. We knew he cycled to school and always arrived there before we did.

We got home just in time for the hardware deliveries and to do our homework.

The next morning we were up early and stopped or victim as he cycled back. We 'invited' him in and told him to drop his trousers and pants. We were pleased to see the paper bag was still in place and he had neither cum or peed in it. He begged us to remove it but I said that there might be time before swimming tonight. I however covered the paper with a plastic bag "so there wouldn't be any accident." We told him to leave off his underwear and then let him cycle to school. He said his mother had agreed for my brother to stay the next night but she was surprised, as he had never had any other boy from the school over let alone to stay the night.

We were able still to have a leisurely breakfast and still not to be late for school.

The school day was uneventful except that in the morning break I caught the boy trying to sneak into the toilets but he stopped when I told him to and said he had a puddle in the plastic bag. I told him that he would just have to let his prick soak until he got to our house on the way home from swimming. He actually cried but didn't try to disobey me again. I told him to let the tears dry without rubbing or touching his face. There were a lot of boys in the hall going to the toilets and so on. I called over a group of his form mates. "Look at the cry baby," I said to them, " I think he should be called Crybaby. Don't you? If any of your form call him by any other name let me know."

He was never called by his real name after this by his form mates (except when an adult was around) and I was pleased that soon he had other even more humiliating names. Before the term was over even the teachers were calling him Crybaby as he was giving many involuntary demonstrations each day that he was indeed a crybaby.

School ended and he reported to the changing room for swimming. I could see him squirming so I decided he should just watch and remain fully dressed.

After everyone other than my brother, Crybaby and I had gone, I told Crybaby to strip completely – other than the plastic bag, which was bulging with yellow liquid. I then told him to put on just his swimming trunks – nothing else.

Before he left to cycle to my home and wait for us there, I took a pin and just pricked the plastic through his shorts. I collected up all of Crybaby's clothing and put them with my wet swimming kit. Crybaby cycled to our home at top speed.

My brother and I noted down the sizes of his clothes and we stopped for cokes before meeting him shivering in the drizzle and cold wind waiting outside the gate of the garden to our house. We let him into the garden but had him give us his swimming trucks so He was standing just inside the garden completely nude and only kept apparently decent by the waist high hedge between the garden and the road.

We left him there while we organised things inside. A phone call for uncle to come over and getting onto the net with a special irc into a private chat room which would allow the camera to send continuously pictures of what was going on and carry voice rather than text were the main things. I also had to insure that my father had no access.

My uncle arrived at the front door the boy hadn't seen him as he was at the other side of the house. I took my uncle upstairs and we studied the boy from the window, He was softly crying and much too unhappy to look up towards the window.

My uncle was very impressed.

My brother and I took the boy into the computer room and made him stand in front of he computer and its camera. I pointed out the list of names of the people in the chat room and asked each one what they thought of the boy. They mostly said such things as cant he get that little worm to look a bit more like a little boys rather than a baby. Naturally he had to do so having taken off the rest of the bag from around hus thing! However, when I asked them in turn what they would like him to do they slowly became more outspoken. As you can imagine the chat room had twenty-four connections other than ours so I have not time to give each ones demands especially as several connections had more than one person on them!

The early ones were such as "Bend over with your back to the camera and spend your arse cheeks as wide apart as you can." While later ones had him doing the same but pushing things up into his arse-hole.

The one I best remember was when he had to lie just so on the floor and pee into his mouth – he was allowed to use his hand to direct the flow but on the other hand he HAD to swallow everything which went into his mouth.

One of the most amusing things was that although he had been crying most of time and weeping more or less silently the rest, he had never actally sais anything like "No I won't," although he had said and even screamed many times things like "Please, NO!"

Chapter 3

-What is your full name?

-What do you think would be asuitable name for a boy who has just done the sort of things you have done?

-Can't you think of something more suitable for us to call you.

-What do the other boys at school call you?

-Which school in that?

-Where do you live the full address?

-And the telephone number?

-Who lives at home?

-Just you and your mother then?

-What does she do?

-It must be nice for her to be working for Father ORielly.

-So you have to be in the Catholic Choir and go to church three times every Sunday. I believe the father is VERY stict and beat the choirboys if they are late.

-Yes! Thats what I heard. He also has very strict rules Doesn't he?

-Yes I can understand that. I would expect your mother to have the same standards as he does but I would have thought she would have punished you herself.

-I understand she does not feel it right for you to have to strip in front of her for your punishments. Do you have to undress completely in front of him?

-O.K. Does your thingy get hard when you do? Can you hide it with your hands?

-So he rubs you off several times until it is soft THEN he spanks you. How many does he give you and what with?

-So he gives you between three and six smacks with his hand. Never more and with nothing else?

- I see. Yes I know that six strokes with his big hand would hurt a lot especially after he has wanked you.

-Yes I know it hurts more that way and I will try it on you myself but this is your lucky day as I have other plans for you.

-So say thank you! Now going back you let yourself in when you get home and your mother arrives back between six and seven and until then any of the men who you have just meet on the net can visit?

-Not I suppose so. I expect you will get telephone calls or visits most nights. If you don't do exactly what they want they will tell me and then 3; No lets move onto other things. When did you learn to wank yourself and who taught you?

-What was his proper name and how old was he?

-So how did a 10-year-old like you get to know a 14 year old well enough?

-I see. The choirmaster knew but didn't stop you!

-At the choirmasters house and nowhere else. If he had told you mother she would have thrown you out! I expect so and she would have been correct. It is no excuse that your hands were tied behind your back. Really why don't you admit that you enjoyed it?

-So you still have to go to choir practices with the choirmaster and the boy always is there and helps him. Are you the only one who tidies up afterwards?

-Yes I understand the others have to get home but your mother works for the father so she understands that you have to help the church as well but I would have thought 11-30 was late for a boy of your age to be up and walking home.

-There is no school on Saturday I know – so if you are really late your stay the night with them. Do you have a separate room there?

-Really so you all share the same bed? I imagine they still tie your hands up!

-Handcuffs I wonder where they got them.

-Right before we move on let me check the only person who has spanked you is the Father and he gives you up to six spanks with his hand never more?

-Good. Now wanking -Yes I know it is a bad word but it is a bad thing for boys to do. The only experiences you have had are with the father, the choirmaster and his aide. They have done you and you them?

-Yes I understand you have never even seen the fathers thing but I was right otherwise. Now, have you ever licked their things or they kissed yours?

-Yes, Quite disgusting. I am sure they would do anything like that or expect you to. However, starting in a very short while you are going to be disgusting like that. In fact why don't you start on your form mate. STOP whining and get on with it NOW and make sure that the people on the computer can see what you are doing. We are recording it and it better be good or you will pay. I don't think you want to find out how.

-Good swallow it all don't you dare ever to spit it out it is good for you!

-Now no rest period, his brother wants the same attention. It shouldn't take long.

-Swallow again – it does not taste as nice as his little brother but mine will taste worse still. What are you waiting for? I know it is much larger.

-While you are sucking me we will start on your backside. You are to be fucked three times. No don't try to speak with your mouth full. You will get the smallest one first. Now suck me in as your form mate goes in and let my cock out as he pulls out. Good keep up that rhythm.

When all of us had fucked him and my uncle was none too gentle I wish I had been crueller especially as his mouth was now free to hear his complaints! My uncle and I instructed him that the next day my brother was staying at his place and he better do exactly as my brother told him. The boy said "yes, sir!" to me as well as to his uncle! What a giggle!

He should start work as soon as possible on his mother as he was staying for the weekend with us! He actually tried to beg off and said his mother would never agree. I just said she better!

We wanted to do a little bit more so he didn't forget his visit as soon as he had closed the garden gate.

We explained his new clothing regime first of all. Basically from next Monday no long trousers and from that day nothing that couldn't be seen when i.e. underwear, belts, braces. The buttons holding his trouser zip must always be undone so the trousers would come down if not off if pulled. Any new shirts should have an elastic waist but any with shirts tails should have them pinned up under the shirt both front and back. He should expect to be checked several times a day and if he were not dressed correctly the next few inspections would be very public indeed. However sometimes they would be public anyhow.

If anyone at all tried to pull down his trousers he should not resist or if they wanted to remove them completely again he must let them. We however wanted to make in more interesting so at uncle's suggestion we removed all his pubic hair on his right sided and first bleached then dyed a brilliant green.

There was a more important problem uncle had no intention of letting the boy satisfy himself secretly. He persuaded me and my brother that the boy would be so much more dependant on us if he couldn't cum or even use the lavatory except with our permission and after he had shown his obedience! I did not see how this could be done but my uncle soon showed me. A plastic rod went up the boys urethra into his body this was attached to a ring, which locked under his balls round the base of his cock. Where the rod joined the ring (between the balls) a smaller ring went round the base of his glans pushing the foreskin back. This was tight and couldn't be removed unless the main ring was first removed. Another strip of plastic from the same join point went back holding in a butt plug which was fixed to it and continuing to the back of the boys waist this was then help in place by a locked on plastic belt. Just the two small padlocks stopped him using his prick or arse without our permission. I regretted that it would shop him being raped unless we were there but my brother thought it a good idea, as he liked watching. Anyhow as uncle pointed out his mouth was still available.

Chapter 4

Uncle then gave him a packet of cigarettes half full and told him he had to be caught at school the next day smoking one. (Our school gives 6 of the best if ever a boy is caught smoking if he had not been caught smoking before and 12 thereafter + in both cases a letter to be signed by parents.) The boy begged not to have to do this but naturally it did no good.

We let him go home warning him to report to us on his way to school.

Uncle left saying he wanted to call on the choirmaster on his way home. My brother and I had supper and spoke to our father on the net. He told us that his work was going well and he was making a lot of money but it would be at least a year before he got enough leave to come back to the UK were we OK or did we want to visit him out there. Not he stressed that there was much to do. We took the hint and told everything was fine and our Aunt and uncle were looking after us.

We then went back to the chat group that we had been on and watched the boy whose birthday was coming up being given a huge piss enema for using the school toilets earlier that day. His school unlike ours didn't have uniform and his clothes for the next day were laid out. A girls lacy blouse and a wolf cubs uniform was hardly what a soon to be 14 year old would wear by choice especially as he was a large boy and the uniform looked anything but his size.

We did our homework I helped my brother with his essay and we went to bed quite early. We had the normal fun in bed and discussed the days events and laid our plans. I am quite sure that we slept better than either the obedient boy or the soon to be 14.

I woke up late but my brother was still asleep. I looked out of the window there he was waiting. I had a morning hard so I shouted for him to strip then ordered him onto our bed- My brother was well awake and since he always wanted an early morning pee even before other activities, I let the boy drink it. My brother just continued to fuck his mouth while I undid his belt. I went straight up his enlarged rear before it leaked and both my brother and I got rid of our sexual energy but I knew it wouldn't be long I followed it up with a healthy pee and was surprised when my brother was also able to produce some more. It was then time to hurry to school. Naturally I checked the boy he was crying with the need to pee but it would get worse for him during the day. I took away his swimming kit as I had plans for swimming coaching. My brother tore up the boys essay, which I thought was unkind! I let down his bike tires and locked his pump in the house. I also confiscated his dinner money saying he was quite fat enough at present! Indeed his stomach was swelling nicely.

My brother and I were just in time for school but as I hoped he was very late.

In not only missed assembly but part of the first lesson. Although the school accepted his excuse a flat tire the teacher put him though the third degree according to my brother. Anyhow he was in floods of tears even more when it was discovered that his homework was missing. He lost his morning break, which meant I lost the bed that he would get the smoking over with at break.

By lunchtime he was obviously having cramps but I gave him a bottle of liquid to drink It was some pee from the previous day but he knew better than to spit it out even if he guessed what it was! Sure enough he was caught smoking and sent to the headmaster. The man had obviously heard of his earlier misdeeds but still only gave him the standard six. However the boy did everything to encourage his nickname of Crybaby.

Crybaby was left alone by his form during the afternoon. They might have demanded to see the effects of the six but the forms teachers that afternoon were well in control.

After school it was swimming training and I had everyone sitting down fully dressed for verbal instruction.

This is not unusual, as I need to cover things like working as a team. However I had other intentions that day. I said that the coaching at the poolside would be short but I needed to make sure that they understood that the worst thing a member of the team can do is to let the team down by telling tales etc. I then said that cry baby was only half a member and needed to learn to be a proper boy before he would have the rights of membership. However the other members should help toughen him up. I then said he was queer and took it up the backside and in his mouth. I made him explain what I meant by these words, as there were some younger boys present. I said there was nothing wrong in giving cock this way, most real men will use a sissy like cry baby if a girl is not available. So as a team to cement our relationship we should use cry baby whenever we had the urge.

Indeed it would do no harm with other pupils were invited to use him. I was quite sure by the time I had finished that all fourteen boys would make free with Crybaby's body and not feel it was wrong more important I could identify at least half a dozen boys who would torment him mercilessly. This was even before Crybaby had undressed. I got everyone else ready for the pool and could already see a number of erections in the Speedos.

Crybaby had then to undress to my directions Shoes first so I could comment on the lack of socks. Crybaby was already crying softly which didn't help his status.

Blazer and shirt left him in just his trousers and he expected them to come off at once but I delayed this by having him stand at the poolside while I coached the others. I don't know who actually pushed him in as if I did I might have to punish the culprit! All the boys showered except for me and Crybaby but I told then just to wrap their towels round then while I turned my attention back to Crybaby. The zip just tried to work itself down even before I told the boy to finish stripping. I could have heard a pin fall as the garment came off. There was a bucket for him to crouch over as I unlocked the waist strap and allowed him to let out the butt plug. He was so ashamed at using the bucket so publicly that I think he would have preferred it all left in him. However, the fun could not have continued then! However, I let him clean up as it might have grossed out the other lads. He them had to stand up and I invited the others to examine his front. They were all keen to but the first couple were too shy to use they hands. I let them have another go! I then started a sex lesson by using Crybaby's mouth but I let a volunteer take over there were plenty. It took a bit longer to get them to use his backside but he only had one month and boys get turned on and then their hard pricks get rid of all their inhibitions.

I told then that I would organize the changing room toilets would be free every lunchtime and on Friday and Monday breaks. There was only one cubical so it was easy to set up video equipment! With one exception, everyone was unhappy when I closed the session.

We had Crybaby come to our house and let him use his bike to go on his home with my brother. They got there shortly before Crybaby's mother. There was a message for me to ring up uncle and when I did he came over. He had spoken for a long time to the choirmaster. The meeting had started up a bit frostily when uncle repeated what Crybaby had told us but uncle had made it quite clear that he did not want to call in the authorities and the man loosened up. A few of the photos of Crybaby from the session on the net and they were bosom pals.

Apparently he and the priest knew each others interests and had sessions where they told each other their fantasies. Not surprisingly these usually revolved round Crybaby.

Uncle obviously had the means to turn these fantasies into realities (and from what uncle told be develop them greatly.) The priest had joined them and they started to lay plans! One of the other mens fantasies had been to have the boy sing a series of solos in the church completely nude and being caned (not just my the priests hands) whenever he sang a note wrong or he lost his erection! The actual sex was not mentioned but was implicit in the way the men talked. Uncle saw nothing difficult in making this happen. The priest then talked about other things in particular his personal assistant, the boy's mother. Apparently since her marriage had collapsed she had wanted to become a nun and would have if it were not for the boy. When the priest explained how straight lased the woman was more plans were laid. Basically the choirmaster was to catch the boy being wanked by his older boyfriend (Uncle did not wish to involve us at that stage.) He would report it to the mother and the priest in front of Crybaby. The priest would say that while it was a mortal sin, it could be treated in a monastery, which operated the rule of silence. This would have the advantage that the woman could be assured of the boy being looked after and she could become a nun. He would suggest another silent order. If the boy did not become a monk (very unlikely) the priest offered to stand in Loco Parentis. The woman with the vow of poverty would give her assets to the father to look after until the boy finally became a monk when half the money would go the order which she had joined and half to that which he had.

By the time uncle had explained this, it was time for him and me to take up vigil outside Crybaby's house. My brother was set up with spy aids but they do not have a huge range. We first set up a recording box about 100 yards away from the house but this could only monitor two inputs at once and while it could be set to switch to the active ones. This was never ideal and manual selection was better until everything had settled down at night etc. They were all eating and we had to rely on a lapel microphone that my brother was wearing. It was quite sufficient to hear Crybaby's mother arguing that Crybaby had never slept away from her. The boy pointed out politely that he had been in hospital for an appendix operation and anyhow he knew my brother and me very well it would be just like boarding school! My brother pointed out that the boy would have his own room and you can always phone. {Lies and more lies, I thought.} The mother then changed tack, What about choir practice and the church services. Good; I thought they are in a bargaining situation.

We would collect him from choir practice and she rang the choirmaster, I need him for just the morning service.

I thought if only she knew what had transpired between uncle and the choirmaster! However, much more importantly she had run out of objections.

Since Crybaby had not broached the subject of shorts for school from Monday (An oversight?) my brother said "Oh! Next week is going to be fun as it is summer and someone found that it was OK in the school rules some of our form are going to school in shorts so I do hope that you are joining us."

Crybaby said weekly "I suppose so but it depends on Mummy!"

His mother said, "I don't see why not but most boys of your age seem to think that they are too old for shorts!"

An ideal answer I thought and I wished I could have seen Crybaby's face.

"I think, I will need to buy you some," she added.

"Oh! No! That would not be in the rules," my brother said, "they clearly say that when a boy comes to the school if he still has trousers that are not of the school pattern from his old school, they can be used until they are worn out. But not to worry as my older brother still has several pairs. I think your son will like wearing them as he hero worships my brother."

He did not say that they had not been washed since we had made a boy wear them at camp nor that they had been altered! Crybaby kissed his mother and said goodnight to her. He turned my brother and said you can come up later if you want as I have that beastly poem to learn and then I will turn in.

They went up together and the boy wanted to go down stairs again to speak to his mother about being caned. However my brother told him to strip completely and to stay like that until the morning.

That was the start of the evenings activities. The boy had to help my brother place tiny spy cameras all and his room and his bathroom / toilet. It was explained that they were turned on and off from outside and they didn't need any light. Moreover he was always to take care that he was facing a camera when he was undressed. They then went out onto the flat room were more were placed. My brother took good care that the boy faced the road (where roughly we were) and never covered his front. He was shown the front corner of the garage away from the house and told that he could only pee into the gutter there never in the house. When he had peed if his prick was untied he had to masturbate till he shot still standing in the same spot. The lights in his room were always the be on full whenever he came onto the roof. There was a convenient pole at that corner which had an Arial on it and my brother tied one on the boys wrists to it. The other wrists was pulled out and tied looped around something just inside the window. The boy was forced to stand with his arms apart as my brother undid all the things round his erstwhile privates and game him a series of slow wanks.

It must have been an hour before the poor boy was allowed actually to climax and he must have seen the flashes of cameras as he did. My brother then fucked the still tied up boy. He actually left him tied while he recovered for a second turn The boy was untied and allowed to lick clean my brothers cock. More may have happened by uncles mobile rang and it was the priest. He asked if my uncle was still up and could he come over. My uncle asked about me and I was told to come too but not to be scared by who I met.

Chapter 5

Leaving him as we had to we were welcomed into the priest's rather grand home.

Sitting in an arm chair was my headmaster. What a shock! The priest however spoke first, "Don't worry. He is interested in the same things as you are but he obviously cannot publish it! He wants to discuss the activities in the swimming coaching sessions you have."

I was dumb struck! How did the head know and what would he do? He had already classed me as a bully. What would he do I was really for the high jump.

He spoke, "Don't worry. The priest told you that already. If I was really worried about your bullying would I have let you be head of house or captain of swimming? I do have means you know. For example who checks the vote? Anyhow I realised something was up when the most fearful boy in the school was not only sent to me for smoking but had done so much wrong before. It is early to check.

"You know that I teach electronics and I think you know I am not a fool! Anyhow after I caned the boy I checked up on the family and found his mother worked here and I soon found out all I need to know. Yes I classified you as a bully but I have done nothing to discourage that side of your nature. I indeed hoped it would bear fruit if allowed to develop undisturbed. I DID fiddle the votes for head of house as you would have lost by two votes but I gave you no idea why! Bullying is an art form and you will need to be taught. Luckily the boy you chose is suitable and there are maybe a dozen other good-looking candidates but there are three times that many whose background renders then unsuitable. I will discuss with you my recommendations when you tire of this one as you will.

"The more difficult things are to insure that your aides are safe and here again I will go though possibilities. I don't think there are any queries on your swimming team but maybe it would be better not to coach Timothy junior and Williams on the same day. They are actively having rough sex together and will get jealous of your victim! I decided to take his advice but wondered how he knew and indeed what else he knew."

He went on to tell me where was the safest places to take the victim most of which I knew but there were a couple of good ideas. He also told me the teachers who would stop bullying, those who would ignore it, and those who would encourage it as far as they dared. He gave me a lot of other information about the teachers and the caretaker, which I stored up for future use.

He then turned to my uncle and said, "I assume you are going to have a lot more fun with the boy and that is fine with me. I don't want anything too open at school but I will warn you if this seems about to happen. For example, I wont object to him turning up in rags but they should have been the school uniform at one time. I have in the car some clothing which might be suitable If you can take it with you tonight, I will sort out some more. Of course if it interests you what he wears which is not visible until he changes for sport is another matter. Sport kit you can give him or not. The sports staff will make him exercise nude if he will not be able to be seen from the road or, if he is, kit which will make him wish he were nude. They are very imaginative. You should be able to visit some of the boys sport classes. I will give you their phone numbers. Eventually, from my experience you will tire of him and, I gather, he will have no ties so I can arrange to dispose of him to people who will pay us much money. You don't need to know the details but I will give you 30% of what I get after expenses which I will guarantee will clear you at least 50,000. The only thing is he must not be physically damaged. That is in any way, which will not regrow in six months or so. You can circumcise him however as that will need to be done before I dispose of him. I can introduce you to a doctor, who will help you do the operation for free. I assume that we will keep in close touch and I would like to see any videos photographs and so and maybe have a limited number to keep."

Chapter 6

The school day started with an unusual assembly. The head started by saying that the first lesson would be cancelled as there was school business to be done. He announced that from Monday there would be four houses instead of three and that I was to be head of the new house and he would be its house master to get it off to a good start. Houses were to mean much more than they had in the past. Indeed he hoped that the school would have a house system like the big public boarding schools. One of the reasons he felt this was a good idea was that the old boarding house that the used to have was still there but was not used. Each house would have one complete floor and no one, other that the cleaners, who was not in that house could enter it – not even the duty master. Boys from other houses could be invited but only with the sanction of the head of house. Indeed since there were still beds in the old dormitories boys could sleep over or even stay the weekend. They would need parental sanction and clear it with the head of house as there were not enough beds for everyone. The heads of house should give lists of which boys were staying after school or sleeping there to the headmaster.

Since the houses were going to mean so much more that at present, each boy could name up to three boys who he would like to have in his house. These lists would be collected at break and he and the heads of house would work out the houses in the afternoon.

"You all," he warned, "will not be able to have the boys you select but we will try to do the best we can. We also want to have four equal houses at most sports and at school work and this will have to take complete priority over your lists. However, brothers will always be in the same house. Teachers, other that the house masters, would be loosely attached to one house or another but that wouldn't give them rights to enter the House Floor."

He carried on as all headmasters do but eventually he stopped. The head boy then gave out the list of boys the headmaster wished to see. Crybaby was among them and would therefore lose part of the first lesson i.e. the time for making up the lists. It usually meant that the baby were in trouble! Crybaby was the last seen and the headmaster said that the signed chit had not been handed in. Unless there was a very good reason the meant that the punishment would be repeated but doubled.

There was no acceptable reason so Crybaby received 12 of the best on the very thin trousers and was given a new chit to get signed for Monday. By the time he got to his class according to my brother all the chit were being collected in not that his wishes would have mattered. During break I got him to give me head.

He hated it especially as I rewarded him with my pee but he is getting better.

Lunch my brother produced a well wrapped shit sandwich. He cried a bit but eat it all up. He was taken into the toilets by half a dozen of his form. During the afternoon his year had sport since it was raining it was inside and since he had no kit he was nude thoughout. His lopsided pubes and their colour were much appreciated. When he tried to hide them is caned backside got the treatment. The teacher was just amused and did nothing to stop the teasing. There was no point in Crybaby dressing before swimming coaching. However I was still busy working out the lists so I sent a message that coaching was cancelled but that did not worry the kids as they were having a great time.

An hour later I collected the boy. He was still stark naked and looked the worse for wear. But I gave him a cape to wear to cycle over to the Catholic Church. It did little to conceal anything other from the casual observer but that was enough, I considered. It wasn't far, just across town and bicyclist can travel much faster than the motorists who seemed to be stuck in gridlock. There were many shouts from youngsters who from their comparatively low viewpoint couldn't miss seeing the boys near nudity. The boys tears only helped to draw attention to himself.

Once at the church's vestry, the cape came off and I was introduced to the youth who had originally used the boy. There were also there my uncle, the priest and a couple of men that my uncle had invited a professional cameraman and lighting expert. Even more the solos began there were photographs and videos being taken.

Then we had the first round of solos in the church itself. These were just straight forwardly photographed. When the boy's voice needed a rest, some papers were thrown over the choir pews and he had to pick them up presenting his well-marked bum to the still and video cameras. This took some time as the lighting and each pose had to be just right. At this point the bell to the church rang you should see the this section of the video when it pans into the boy's face.

Two angelic young choirboys (already in their robes!) came in and took part in much of the later photo shoot. It would be invidious to go through it section by section especially as you nay have seen much of it as mpgs on the net and would be bored. I do recommend that you look and the Jpegs as well as they are very detailed. Note that they are all in the directory 'choirboy' (as is this account) in subdirectories such as 'singing', 'punishment for being off key', 'sex lessons for boys', 'boys having fun', 'some men are too much'. However remember to look at all the directories and all file types, as it is great fun. You will also find links to my own sites where he also appears.

It was midnight before we took the boy to our home for the weekend. He slept in out bed between my brother and I but I put him in handcuffs, which were attached to his neck as I didn't want him misbehaving but I was woken several times as my randy brother, enjoyed himself OH! To be young!

Chapter 7

Sunday afternoon we were invited to go to a party, a girls party with him as a 12-year-old girl. He was warned what would happen if the other girls found out that he was a boy! Sunday morning we all went to church and watched him sing in the choir. No one other than ourselves, the other choir members, the sidesmen, the priest and a number of men we had invited knew he was naked under his robes with a large candle up his backside which he was ordered to keep there.

Naturally he sang many of the solos that he had sung on Friday.

The party was great fun he did his best to keep his secret but I told a girl and soon the girls were checking. They learnt more about sex that afternoon that they had ever before. I think the boy may have been naturally homosexual – not that it mattered as he would that the girls playing with him so much more unpleasant. They had to work hard to bring him off as often as they did. I think he was comparatively pleased to get to the all male party that evening although he was far too worn out to get a proper erection. However his front was more or less ignored. He went home about 11.30 as his mother had told him to be back by 9.00. I don't know what happened but he was still upset when he arrived at our place on Monday morning. He was wearing shorts however and he looked very handsome. He had not been given the chit so he never had an opportunity to speak to his mother about it let alone ask for her to sign it.

His name was not called out at assembly much to our disappointment.

The whole afternoon was spent in our houses. We had the top floor and I was allowed two lessons to go over the place with the head. There was an general-purpose room which would hold everyone. Another room had six baths in it but no dividers between them. The main toilets had dividers but no doors. There were four bedrooms each with six beds in them but which could have held more. A suite of rooms two bedrooms, bathroom/toilet and a kitchenette made up the area we intended to use. The suite was for him and me, and the bedrooms were quite big enough for me to invite a guest to share my bed. One of the larger bedrooms we adapted as a punishment room bars and a lock on the door and all sorts of things on show on the chest of drawers. He showed me the automatic recording system and how to take over manual control. There was no square inch I could not record and most from several concealed cameras. It also linked to the main system he had for the rest of the school and he gave me a conducted tour of the school without moving!

I stayed up there during break and watched (and recorded) six boys interfering with the obedient boy. Lunchtime I did my own interfering but there was a queue of boys so I didn't take long! Afternoon school we got all our house in the assembly room on our floor. It was nicely crushed to make room for the stage and I was pleased that boys would be able to feel each other up without being too obvious about it. I knew I could work out most activity from the recording.

The first part was business with me and then the head speaking. Most does not concern us, but the head explained that as well as sports cups for the houses to win there was a system to reward good work and behaviour and the winning house gets a half-day holiday. Now we stand in a very strong possession except we are let down by one boy. Come up here, everyone knew who he was talking about and I wondered if he would come up without even being named. He did.

"Well at least you know that your behaviour has been unacceptable. Give me the slip!"

The boy often cried but this was the first time I saw his face blanch with fear and he actually stuttered so no one could hear him.

The head's "Speak up, boy!" did the trick.

"I didn't get it signed, sorry sir."

"You will be, Boy. You will be."

You could hear an intake of breath from all the other boys and I had to support the boy as he looked like fainting.

The man continued, "On Thursday last week you got six for smoking but you didn't bring the note on Friday so you got punished with double the measure. Today still no note so you should get 24 but that is too much to give you. I am going to use this occasion to help set up our house as we want it. So I am first going to give you half the punishment but you will not be getting off lightly as you will receive it completely nude here in front of the other members of your house. Moreover you have let them all down so when I have finished they will each give you one full stroke. They know better than not to use their full strength as they might find themselves getting some of the same. Now strip and give your clothes to the head of house. Everything, don't try to get away with your socks still on.

"Stand up straight face us. No put your hands on your head. Whats this? You have shaved and dyed your privates 3; disgusting! For that you will be nude when ever you are up here this week! No don't try to answer me I have eyes in my head. In fact I think you are getting an erection. Really in front of all of us. So being spanked turns you on or are you turned on my being publicly naked? Answer just say which! I am waiting. You are obviously a homosexual and I don't like homosexuals in my school."

The boy just stood there his prick still as soft as it ever was. The man then turned to the other boys and explained that only the passive one was homosexual.

It was quite OK to use a homosexual to get your rocks off in his mouth or up his backside or just having him rub you off. However you should not show any sort of affection to him as that could get you infected. Indeed the best way of all was for a group of buddies to share him. The man continued. I really didn't think it could get worse for the boy but it did, as the man went on turning to him, "Now if you think I am going to cane you to give you a thrill, think again. You are going to be sexually drained before we punish you. First you will rub yourself off and be quick about it. No continue to face us."

The boy crying as he does so often eventually managed to get a half hard and then still without getting really stiff got some juice to run out. Volunteers were invited to wank him again. In this way he leaked out twice. The headmaster then inserted a prostrate vibrator into his backside and switching it to full power got the residual liquid to leak out. The punishment by the head followed and I gave my stroke we then left the room so the others could continue the punishment without us apparently watching. The boy was used every which way for the next two hours or so. Even after the bell for end of school most of the pupils continued with their fun.

I neither bothered with a coaching session (all my team were still in my house) nor taking him home we managed to get him in a fit state to get to his home and we didn't check on him.

Tuesday held still more problems for him. He spent the day on the top floor being visited by group after group of kids. It was that afternoon before the boys really used the bathroom and toilet to have water sport fun with him.

Wednesday morning was exactly the same except it was the start of the second round for the boys and they began to let their hair down in a big way. However, the main activity was not at school. My brother and I took off the afternoon with the heads permission as iit was the day of the birthday party and we had a long distance to go. Uncle took us there and we were one of the first to arrive.

The boy's master was getting things ready and told us we were the only visitors from outside the town. A doctor who had I spoken to on the net was the only other net person. Uncle invited him over on Friday evening. I will leave the party details to your own imagination. The whole point was he was regarded as a completely normal boy by his school mates popular good sportsman etc. and he had to give a demonstration of his obedience to the adults and engage in all sorts of humiliation acts usually with a sex or bathroom side to them. His schoolmates would be encouraged to take part and some viagra had been added to the fruit punch, which ensured they did. All very enjoyable particularly as he was a most attractive lad. After the party I had a private session with him. I could wait to hear how enjoyed school the next day or so!

There was a much more important meeting going on at the same time. It was between the priest, choirmaster and the obedient boy's mother. They told her that the choirmaster had caught her son seducing the older boy the one that years earlier had done the seducing! They explained that they had kept it quiet but the other boy was being severely punished. They had spoken to a psychiatrist about her boy's case and he had seen the boy on two occasions that week at school. He had reported to them in detail and was willing to see her or speak to her on the phone if she wished but the problems that the son had were grave. If nothing was done, he would undoubtedly end up a homosexual. The woman fainted and the meeting was resumed later.

The priest continued, "There are two courses of action which may work. The first is that the boy goes straight to a secure psychiatric hospital, which does not allow visits the chance of this making a complete cure is about 50%. The alternative is for him to go to a special school run by the brothers of mercy where he would stay well looked after until he was ready to join a completely closed order with a vow of silence. This would be a lifetime commitment rather than just about five years but would almost certainly work."

She asked some pointless questions and selected the latter. She didn't want even to speak on the phone to the psychiatrist or even to see her son ever again.

Just the conclusion we wanted. It was then time to think about her life. He talked into becoming a nun in a closed order just like her son in under five minutes. A telephone call to the lawyer had him over ten minutes later and the documents signed within half an hour. She had been installed at the nunnery that evening. The son didn't know anything about it. Indeed he spent the next 48 hours on the top floor! On Friday we had a long afternoon house meeting. He said that Crybaby had been well punished and would decide that weekend if he wanted to stay at the school or change schools. The other boys would find out when they came to school on Monday but they could say their provisional goodbyes to his backside or front until he left for the weekend at 6 oclock.

That afternoon and evening he was more used than he had been on Wednesday and Thursday combined.

The doctor came over that evening and, once the boy was tied down properly, he circumcised the boy. You should have heard the fuss the boy made. This was increased since he thought that he was losing his complete manhood. I don't know why it might have been what my brother had told him but we didn't disillusion him. The vicar the headmaster and cameramen were all there so it was quite difficult to use the camera on the net properly but most people enjoyed the show.

That was more or less the end as once the boy had satisfied everyone who he had turned on he was bundled into a white van, which went directly to a small airport. By the morning he was in his new home in a male harem in the Persian Gulf. The head master discussed with us if we were interested in taking on a boy who was starting with the school the next week. He had just been taken on by some foster parents but they were quite uninterested in what happened to him.

They were happy with the money he had offered them. Crybaby netted us 50.000 and this boy would make us as much.

The End