Sockluver

The Resort

Chapters 6-9

Chapter 6

Meanwhile in the trustee slave quarters, Dalton and Timmy got back to their room. As trustees they shared a small room between the two of them, as did Michael and Bobby and the other four pairs of Trustees. Mr. White paired them up older/younger on purpose usually as a sign of trust to the older as he was free to use the younger as his own. Trustees they were, but they were still the property of Mr. White and had the trademark brands to prove it.

Dalton was about to remind Timmy of this. He was going to have to punished formally next week, but he needed a little reminder tonight, not to mention he was incredible horny after watching the abuse of Luke and Danny almost an hour prior. He was sitting on his bed (the only one in the room) watching Timmy struggling to get his rubber T-shirt off. After a few hours of sweating inside the thing, it was almost like wearing saran wrap. After a few minutes watching him struggle, Dalton walked over to the boy grabbed the shirt and peeled it up off him almost lifting the 100-pound [45 kg] boy off the ground.

"Whew, thanks Dalton, I can never get this shit off without help. Man did you see them howl, when the Master branded them? I thought that Luke kid was going to bight his dildo in half," he squeaked excitedly.

Dalton said nothing just staring at the boy now in front of him. He looked incredible hot the older boy thought; now facing away from him toweling his torso off from the sweat. His tight little butt encased in the second skin-like rubber and the bright red leather boots laced tightly all the way up his little legs almost to his knees. He then remembered his own sore feet so he pulled out a footstool and rested them on it.

"Timmy get over hear and take my boots off for me."

"Sure," he said turning back around and walking to the bed. He straddled the boys shiny black Doc Martin and sat down on the stool.

As he was bent overworking the laces Dalton took in his body and remembered why he picked him for his bedmate. He had bleached blonde hair, although it was cut in a crew cut about 1/4" [6 mm] all over, that set of his medium tanned skin. His nipples were large for a boy his size a dark brown in color that really accented his flawless skin. As the lad got the first boot off Dalton put his size 9 olive drab covered foot up to Timmy's face. The boy grimaced and turned his face out of the way. "You stink," he laughed as he grabbed the other boot and started working on it. The second he got the second boot off, Dalton put his foot on the boys chest and brutally kicked him across the room!

Dalton stood up angrily. "Just who the fuck to you think you are? You are a junior trustee, that is junior to me Shit for Brains. When I offer you my foot you take it without question, you take it gladly; you don't worry about what is smells like you little cunt. Do you want's to go back to being a common hotel whore? Do you miss fat bald guys pissing on you for fun? Do you miss eating headcheese out of some nasty Arab Sheiks foreskin? I don't think so. By the Master's order you are to be officially punished publicly next week." Actually he just thought of the public part, but he needed to be taken down a few notches for a blue and gold wearer. "Now stand up take your shorts off and get your little punk ass back over here!"

"Yes sir," the frightened boy replied quietly. He knew he had really fucked up now. He had gotten to comfortable for a slaveboy and too familiar around his seniors. Shaking he stood back up and started fumbling with the tricky fly of his rubber shorts. His problem was he that even at his age he was a wicked sadist, who delighted in other boys' misery. The other side of the coin though, was he didn't like to be on the receiving end at all. The thought of moving back into the rotation of common slaves frightened him to death. The perversions of the guests of the resort were as many as they were twisted. So he knew he had to be extra careful for a few weeks.

Dalton took of his uniform shirt and his white 'wife beater' undershirt, then sat back down on the bed just as Timmy finally got the hidden zipper on his shorts undone. He watched as his junior peeled the second skin down his thighs. He had trouble peeling them over the huge boots he was still wearing, but finally got them off and threw them aside. He stood with his hands at his side looking at his feet waiting for the next command.

God he looks hot, thought Dalton as he took in the vision in front of him. Timmy stood there in front of him wearing only the special underwear for his outfit and the knee high red boots. His underwear was really just a black Lycra pouch that the lad's little package was housed in with an elastic band that snapped snugly up under the base of his dick and ballsack. It was sewn to a white elastic waistband, so that it looked like a Jock from the front, but all you would see from the back was the two inch [5 cm] thick waistband, leaving his little bubble but free to exploit.

"Hands behind your head and come over hear punk," he said adjusting the growing teen cock in his pants.

When the lad got back to the stool he stood stock-still and started to tremble. They usually just had 'Vanilla Sex' together in the room. He had not been on the receiving end of a scene in a while. He was afraid and excited at the same time; the conditioned air of the room started to give him goose pimples all over and his large nipples started to harden. "Back down on the stool."

When he was seated again, Dalton slowly brought his right foot up to the shivering boy's face. He knew what to do this time with the foul smelling thing. He slowly took it with both hand and guided it right to his nose and took a deep breath. It was horrible and Dalton's cock grew harder. He guided his sock-covered toes toward the Timmy's little pink lips. The disgusted boy knew what he had to do. He opened his mouth and took the Big toe side of Dalton's foot into his mouth and started sucking.

"Yeah, that's the way to show your respect to the senior trustee you little bitch. Suck that sock foot whore, get it good and wet, chew on it, yeahhh." The feeling of the boys hot little mouth sucking his toes through his sock was incredible. He let him continue until the front part of his kneesock was sopping wet with boy drool. He pulled his right foot out and replaced it with the left. "Next one," he said. When the boy started on the left foot Dalton moved his right soggy foot down to Timmy's Lycra coated package and started rubbing it. He could feel the boy go stiff though his sock. "Don't you dare cum you little foot sucking bitch," he said as he increased the pressure on his crotch.

"Yethir," The boy replied trying not to bite the older boy's feet while he replied. Yet he WAS getting turned on. He had gotten over the original revulsion as he concentrated on pleasing his master (master for the night anyway), when he felt the soggy foot on his dick he immediately got wood. He had to be careful though, tonight was for Dalton's pleasure not his own.

"Take it off with your teeth cunt," Dalton said while wiggling his foot in the boys mouth. He looked very hot as he took a mouthful of the sock and pulled back. Dalton gave him a little help using his other foot to help shove the sock down over his calf. When it popped free he spit it out and it was immediately replace with the other to repeat the process. When the other sock was gone he scooted on his butt to the edge of the bed then lifted his but up. "Good, now get up here and pull my pants off."

Sitting on the stool Timmy was just about eye level with the bed. He put his face right in the boy's crotch, grabbed hold of the leg openings on Dalton's uniform shorts and slowly pulled back. Once he had the shorts off he was face to face with a huge bulging teen dick covered in a red and black jockstrap. Before he could do anything, Dalton grabbed his head and pulled his face into his package and started rubbing his lips all over it. "Start licking slaveboy," muttered Dalton as he ground the suffocating boy even harder into his pulsing young manhood. When his jock was sopping wet he pushed the boy off roughly. "Enough foreplay, go lay on the table slut."

Timmy was startled. Whenever Dalton fucked him, it was always on the bed. He would fall off the table wouldn't he? His question was soon to be answered when Dalton picked up his saliva soaked socks and held them up to the boy's face. "Lick it foot whore," he hissed as he ran both socks back and forth over the boys offered tongue. When they were nice and wet and the poor boys tongue was raspy and dry and he badly needed a drink of water. It was not to be. Before he knew what was happening Dalton was tying his arms to the table legs with his long wet socks.

The table was the perfect size Dalton thought to himself, why didn't I think of it before. Before him lay the now bewildered Timmy. Arms tied tightly above his head with his legs hanging over the other end of the table, his butt right at the edge perfectly, so that the boys legs hung off the end but couldn't touch the floor making his huge leather boots act like anchors pulling the boy tight. He could see every rib as the boy's stomach raised and fell with his labored breathing. He walked up in between the boy's legs, now naked except for the wet jock and started rubbing his pouch against the boys. He could feel the boy react again. He bent down over Timmy and whispered, "remember, don't cum." Timmy was scared, he had only started to get 'wet' orgasms four months ago, and could not control himself that well.

"Yessir," he rasped, his mouth still dry from licking the socks.

"Here, let me give you a little drink," said Dalton as he held the boys mouth open and spit into it. Timmy was disgusted but reflexively swallowed anyway. Dalton leaned closer and kissed the boy shoving his tongue deep into the gagging boy's throat. "You like that slut, huh? Fucking whore, who do you think you are, a junior trustee talking back to the senior? You still wear the blue and yellow uniform. Just wait till you're trussed up in the dining room next week at public punishment."

Tears were forming in the corners of Timmy's eyes as he lay there and received the tongue-lashing. It was almost worse than being hit. Of course he had a whole week to think of that. Right now he was more worried about the frenzy that Dalton seemed to be working himself into. The more he yelled at him the bigger the dick felt that was rubbing all over him.

Dalton was ready, he knew he couldn't last much longer as the sight of the tied up frightened Timmy under him, was terribly arousing. There was already a huge dark spot in the pouch of his jock from all the precum he had been leaking while he was rubbing and kissing the squirming boy. He grabbed the boy's boots and threw one leg over each shoulder and saw his target. The hairless little rosebud was calling his name! He looked around and realized the lube he usually used on the little boy pussy, was all the way over by the bed. Fuck it, he thought, he is being punished. He rubbed his jock around his slimy dick one more time then looking at Timmy right in the eyes the whole time, slid the sticky undergarment off. Smiling at the boy, he wadded up the jock and said, "Open up sweetheart, this is probably going to hurt and we don't want to bother Michael and Bobby next door do we?" as he shoved the ripe thing into his mouth. Timmy had a pleading look in his eyes but all that did was get Dalton more sexed up. His dick felt like it could touch his belly button it was so hard and pointing strait up. "Maybe next time you will think before you talk."

With that, the whole time staring at the boy with the funky red jock hanging out of his mouth, he guided his missile to the target. With the only lube coming from the precum, Dalton at first had a hard time gaining entry into Timmy's hole. Finally grabbing both Timmy's legs and putting all his weight onto the table he got pass the entrance and shoved his dick to the hilt with one thrust. Even with the gag, Timmy screamed bloody murder. He was used to getting fucked, but not so brutally and dry! Oh man it hurt! Dalton was holding the boy's ass off the table now, impaling him on his dick and bouncing him up and down. By this time he was oblivious to the boys pain as he felt the tight sphincter almost sucking him in. He was pumping the boy and liking the kid's boot next to his cheek for about five minutes when he felt the end coming. He started pumping harder and harder remembering walking through the lobby in just his jockstrap, boots and socks earlier in the day. With a mighty roar he started pumping what felt like a quart [a liter] of cum into the now openly weeping boy's butt hole.

When he was done he dropped the boy's legs collapsed on top of Timmy, nearly suffocating him. He lay there for a few minutes until he heard the door open. He turned to see Michael and Bobby entering wondering what all the screaming was. With an audible "PLOP," he pulled his dick out of Timmy's butt, and explained, "Timmy needed reminding who was in charge here."

"Gotcha," said Michael, who was wearing yellow spandex bike shorts and white 'Tommy' ankle socks. He and bobby walked over and looked at how the boy was secured to the table. "Good idea dude."

"Wanna have a go while he's ready?"

"Don't mind if I do," he said when he noticed all mixture of cum and shit oozing out of the boys still dilated anus. "Bobby get over him and get your friends worthless asshole ready for me."

Grimacing, for he was looking at the puddle under Timmy's butt he slowly walked forward. He was wearing only the same type of underwear Timmy had on, but had removed his boots so he was only wearing the white socks that stretched so far up his legs he had to fold them over at the knee. He got to the edge of the table as Michael and Dalton lifted the poor kid's legs up presenting the gooey asshole to Bobby.

"Get all that shit out of there so I don't get any of Dalton's spooge on my dick," unconcerned that he was making his junior eat it, along with whatever else was pouring out of his ravaged butt. Bobby was a well-trained slave though, and as much as it disgusted him, he knew it could very well be him tied to the table. So he went to his task slurping the foul mixture out of his fellow junior trustees, sticking his tongue well inside the still dilated anus of his ass while the grinning senior boys looked on. Timmy's dick also started to respond despite his situation. Michael was stripping off his shorts over his already hard prick, when Bobby backed away with shit and sperm all over his face.

"Very good boy, now take the jock out of his mouth and give him back some of his own mess."

Timmy couldn't believe his ears. No! But when Bobby crawled on top of him and took the now soaking wet jockstrap out of his mouth, he new he was doomed. He and Bobby had wanted to get it on for a while but juniors were not allowed to have sex with each other unless it was ordered. He did not, however, want to eat Dalton's cum that had been in his butt, then Bobby's mouth! He was still turning all this over in his mind when he felt Bobby's cum-slimed lips on his. The slave barbers tongue invaded his mouth and he smelled the acrid odor of ass and other vile things. He almost puked when he started swallowing the fluid running down his throat. While Bobby was still frenching him, he felt his legs lifted up and Michael's cock slide into his now very well lubed boy pussy. He started to get turned on again as he and Bobby's tongues started playing with each other while Michael fucked him.

Michael was very turned on. He was banging Timmy's ass, while his bedmate Bobby was kissing and rubbing his own little enclosed pouch all over Timmy's chest. Oh man, this was hot! His ass was tighter than Bobby's, he thought as he picked up the pace. I wonder if Dalton would trade him. Just than he heard a squeal and saw that Bobby was pumping his load into his underwear! This was all it took and he pulled out and shot a huge load all over Bobby and Timmy.

"Asshole, I didn't give you permission to cum!" Michael yelled at Bobby. "Get back to our room and stand at attention against the wall."

"Yes sir," The embarrassed boy said running out of the room.

"Thanks dude, I needed that," said Michael pulling his shorts back on as he talked to Dalton.

"No problem, so did this whore," he said indicating the still tied to the table, slime covered Timmy, now sporting an unsatisfied raging hardon. "But we'd better get some sleep we gotta go get Blondie and Red up in about four hours and I need the sleep."

"Yeah I will fuck with Bobby later, Good night shithead," he said to Timmy as he left for his room.

"Yeah goodnight shithead" said Dalton as he turned out the lights and crawled into bed.

After the lights went out Timmy started crying, his blue balls begging for release that he new would not come. This wasn't supposed to happen to him, he was a trustee! He had to do better he thought to himself as the tears rolled down his cheek mixing with the drying cum. He was startled when he felt something shoved into his mouth.

"How the hell can I sleep with you balling all nigh asshole," was the last thing Timmy heard as he went to sleep with one of his Blue and yellow socks shoved in his mouth, stretched out on his back over the table with an ache in his little nutsack. Someone will pay for this he thought bitterly to himself.

Chapter 7

The first thing Luke realized as he woke with a start was that he was stuck, cheek to cheek with Danny. As he and his now waking friend came to they became conscious of how they were sitting entwined in each other, stuck together in dried cum and sweat. When they started to pull apart Luke realized how he must look, dried cum all over him sitting in a dirty diaper and socks and looked down, unable to meet Danny's eyes or those of his tormentors. He just stared at his new brand, proclaiming him the property of the Resort.

Danny felt much the same as he pulled back from Luke with an audible unsticking sound, not unlike pulling open a sealed envelope. He had never felt so dirty in his life! He itched all over, especially his bum, but he dare not scratch, as he was disgusted with what he was sitting in, not to mention the fear of reprisal. He just scooted away from Luke as far as he could in the playpen.

"Phew, do you smell these little fuckers?" asked Michael. "We need to get them cleaned up, I can't deal with them this way, you'd think they were two years old. What's your problem shithead, can't you wait to use a toilet? ANSWER ME!" He shouted at right in Luke's face.

"Sir, I" Stammered Luke, not really knowing how to answer without being punished one way or the other.

"Shut the Fuck up! You and your faggot buddy here are going to get another chance, why I don't know, but those are our orders, now get the fuck out of the playpen."

The two boys self-consciously got up and climbed over the sides of the pen and stood next to each other not sure what to do next. Dalton came up with a camera and snapped a picture of the two, standing there in socked feet, with the dried spunk all over them. "That's for my private collection, I love to jack off looking at pathetic little worms like you two," he said putting the camera aside and ordering the boys back into the room with the wash tub.

As they entered the 'washroom' as Luke thought of it, the first thing he noticed was a new boy standing there. He looked about his age, with a medium build and brown hair. Luke noticed that the lad at least had a full head of hair combed in a 'little boy style' parted on one side versus his own newly shorn scalp, and he had a gold stud in his right ear. His skin was pale but not as pale as Danny's looking like he had spent some time outdoors. He was standing at attention wearing only a dark blue 'speedo' type bathing suit with a gold stripe over the crotch and matching blue crew socks and black athletic style sandals. "Good, he's here" Luke heard Dalton say from behind him as the two trustees followed the filthy boys into the room.

"Slave Taylor reporting for punishment detail as ordered Sir," the new boy shouted.

"You're damned right as ordered shithead. You're lucky you aren't losing any skin for what you did, running away from a guest."

"Yes sir, sorry sir," the boy replied with his lower lip quivering.

"Anyway, you get to clean up the two new brats here, but first, I think you need a warm up, how bout you Michael?"

"Yes, definitely, I see Timmy didn't have a chance to polish your boots last night, was he busy," Michael asked with a knowing grin.

"Yeah, he was tied up with other things," replied Dalton, smiling, "That's a good idea. Get over here and get on my boots boy."

As Taylor walked slowly toward the grinning senior trustee, he was looking for a shine rag, and was about to ask when, he realized with resignation what he was meant to do. When he got in front of Dalton he slowly got down on his knees.

"That's right punk, use your worthless tongue and get my boots to shine!"

Taylor had been a slave for over a year, and was used to the humiliating treatment, but that did not mean he liked it. It was bad enough being degraded on a daily basis by men, but he really hated having to kowtow to guys almost his own age. He knew that he had no choice though, as disobedience only brought worse punishment. Some of the friends that he had made here had even disappeared without another word. So with resignation to his fate, the broken slaveboy moved his mouth toward the black Doc Martin offered to his face and started to lick it.

"Very good boy, get it nice and shiny!"

While Taylor was giving Dalton's Doc's a tongue bath, Danny and Luke were standing uncomfortably watching the spectacle from behind the boy. Danny couldn't help himself from staring at Taylor's speedo covered butt, wondering what was going through his mind. Although he himself was still trying to recover from the previous night's ordeal, he started to imagine Taylor bound to the frame, screaming and struggling as the branding iron was pressed into his flesh. Danny pictured the cute brunette soiling his diaper in front of the jeering crowd just as he and Luke had done last night. He started to harden as he thought of someone other than himself being publicly shamed. Not again, he thought, what is wrong with me? It was no use however. The more he stared at the lad's butt wiggling as he licked Dalton's boots the more aroused the redhead got. He wanted desperately to grab his dick through the sticky diaper, but he dared not. He glanced nervously at Luke to see if he noticed, but the young blonde was staring at the spectacle in front of them just as he had been.

Dalton in the meanwhile was enjoying the view himself, looking down at the scantily clad slaveboy licking at his boots. He also had a schedule to keep though, or face the wrath of Mr. White, so he had the boy stop licking, by grabbing him by the hair and pulling him to eye level.

"Not bad punk, but let's get to the business at hand shall we. These two brats have dirtied themselves, and need to be cleaned up for the Doctor, so get to it. Start with Red over there."

"Yes sir," Taylor replied as he looked at Danny.

Danny blushed. He was thankful the diaper hid his boner as Taylor led him to a table and motioned him to lie down. He noticed a grimace on the slave's face as he undid the foul garment and lifted his legs to pull it out from under him. Taylor held the thing at arms length as he deposited it in a pail. The smell of his own self had caused Danny's excitement to wan, much to his relief, so that when Taylor led him to the corner of the room, he didn't cause any notice. Danny then watched as Luke was led to the table and relieved of his vile diaper and was told to stand next to him. Taylor than walked to a garden hose with a nozzle, picked it up and aimed it at the two boys. The water was freezing cold causing both boys organs to shrivel up as small as they could.

"Turn around and open your butts up," Taylor said, making it obvious he had done this disgusting chore before. Even though the water was cold, especially on his exposed anus Danny felt good to be clean again. "Good enough, now get in the tub, both of you."

"Be sure to get them plenty clean," Luke heard Michael say as he and Danny climbed in the familiar tub facing each other. This time though they just stood there as the new boy was sponging them up with warm soapy water. He felt even more like livestock now, as he watched himself be scrubbed, naked, shaven and branded, by another slave. That will be me someday, he thought as he imagined himself scrubbing some other unfortunate runaway to fall into White's web. His thoughts were broken as Taylor scrubbed his head. It felt so weird with hardly any hair on his head, the suds just rolled into his eyes stinging them. Just as Danny though, he thought it did feel good to be clean again. It was then that he looked at Danny being washed and noticed the boy's newly naked dick rising to life.

There was no hiding it Danny thought. He tried to think of anything else as he was being soaped up, but couldn't help it. He was terribly turned on, even though he willed otherwise. The feeling of the warm water and the sponge was so good! Taylor noticed too, as he was eye level with the uncut redhead's cock while he was scrubbing the now quivering boy's thighs. The closer he scrubbed to his crotch the more Danny's cock grew, springing ever more upward with every pulse of growth.

"Well, well well, what do we have here?" Michael asked Dalton, much to Danny's fright. "Little fagboy here has a stiffy again! What's with you Red, you want to fuck your partner here? Or maybe you go for brunettes in speedos is that it? Or do you just like jerking off to your betters like Dalton and I? Which is it boy, ANSWER ME."

"Sir I, I, I can't help it sir," Danny nervously answered not knowing what to say.

"You can't help it huh?" mocked Michael. "Well maybe Slaveboy Taylor here can. He is obviously distracting you, and you two have an appointment." He looked at Taylor who was now looking angrily at Danny. "Suck him off bitch, that ought to make you think about your behavior."

"Sir, please 3;"

He didn't get time to answer as Dalton grabbed him by the hair and shoved his head under the soapy water and held it for almost a minute while the now very frightened Taylor fought back. When he pulled his head out he yelled in his ear, "You were given an order, and unless you want another day of punishment you will obey am I clear?"

"Yes sir," he gasped, panting for breath.

"Good, now get the fuck in the tub and give Red here the blowjob of his life."

The sullen slave stepped into the tub, socks, sandals and all and crouched down in between Luke and facing Danny's now very stiff dick.

Luke did not understand what was going on. He had no idea what a 'blowjob' was or why Taylor didn't want to do it. When he stepped in between him and Danny and squatted down in front of his partner though, he started to get the idea. He still was not prepared mentally however, when the squatting boy put his mouth around Danny's dick! He watched in fascination as Taylor started to suck, reluctantly at first, but gradually more eagerly on the red heads tool.

Danny was week in the knees! Never in his life had he felt anything like this. All his fears of being a faggot, or embarrassing himself in front of others were forgotten the minute he felt Taylor's hot wet teenaged mouth take the first tentative slurp on his pole. He was in ecstasy! He grabbed Taylor's head without even thinking and started fucking his face. Taylor for his part, now that he was doing it, was actually getting into it, now sporting quite a tent, in the front of his wet speedos. He was taking Danny's whole prick into his mouth, so that the boy's shorn scrotum was bouncing off his chin with every stroke. This new experience was so overwhelming to Danny, that he knew he would not last long. After about the 12th suck on his now slick pole, he felt his balls boiling. When he came, it was so powerful that he fell backward in the tub, taking Taylor with him sucking all the way.

Taylor knew better to swallow without permission, so he lay there in the tub on top of Danny, with a shocked Luke looking on, waiting for instructions from the trustees. They weren't long in coming.

"Well don't just sit there looking as stupid as you are," quipped Dalton. "Give his spunk to his buddy, he like it enough last night."

With that Taylor stood and turned looking Luke in the eye. What's going on thought Luke to himself as Taylor looked at him with his cheeks bulging and Danny's cum dripping down his chin. He soon found out as the slave boy reached up with his right hand, put it around Luke's head, and started pulling his face toward his own. Luke had never kissed anyone on the lips, much less another boy, so he was quit unprepared when Taylor planted his cumdrenched lips on his own and forced his tongue into his mouth. Gross! Though Luke even as Taylor had put his other hand around Luke's naked butt and brought their bodies together. As he was force-feeding the helpless lad his partner's sperm, Taylor was grinding his speedo-covered crotch against Luke's trying to get off.

"Knock that shit off," yelled Michael as he pulled the two apart. "You common slaves are so pathetic. You all act like bitches in heat! Now get cleaned up and out of the tub, Taylor get them their clothes."

"Yes sir," said the frustrated teen, as he climbed out of the tub with a raging hardon in his tight suit. His sandals made a sucking sound as he walked, soaking wet to a locker to retrieve towels and clothes for the two naked slaves in training.

Danny could not make himself look at Luke when he crawled out of the tub. He felt horrible. Why did his dick seem to take over for his brain all the time! He was in heaven while he was getting the remarkable blowjob, but afterward when he 'came down' and watched them make Luke eat his own spunk, he felt so bad for Luke. Why am I the only one getting a hardon through all this? I must be a queer. No. I am not, he kept telling himself. When he finally made eye contact with the Luke, he didn't know if he was angry at him or not, he just had a blank stare.

"Here, dry yourselves off, and put these on," said Taylor handing each boy a big towel and stack of clothing.

"Wait a minute, you're the one being punished, you dress them, and be quick about it," ordered Dalton thrusting the pile of clothes back at Taylor.

"Yes sir," a now very chasten Taylor replied as he walked to Luke got down on his and held open a pair of underwear for the blonde to step into. When the boy put one foot through, he held the other leg hole open for him to step into. When he pulled the slightly too small white CK's into place, even Taylor had to admit that Luke looked very sexy in them. Next came a white tank top, which he tucked tightly into the briefs, followed by blue Umbro soccer shorts. Next came blue soccer type socks with white bands at the top that Taylor made sure he pulled all the way up. He then repeated the process on Danny, so the boys were now standing next to each other washed and wearing clean clothes for the first times since they had arrived at the resort. Taylor then proceeded to shoe each boy in brand new black Converse high top basketball shoes.

When he was just tightening the last lace on Danny's shoe, Mr. White entered the room. "I see we have finally gotten them respectable," he said as he closely inspected both boys. His eyes still put a chill down Luke's spine he thought. There was something about the way he was looking at them. Ordinarily he would not feel odd wearing these clothes, but something about them made him feel dirty. Even though they appeared brand new. "Do we have the equipment ready?" as he was rubbing the right side of Luke's face.

"Yes Master, we are all ready. Go and get their transmitters and the gun," Dalton said to Taylor

"Yes sir," he said exiting the room

"Good let us begin then."

Luke wanted badly to jerk his head away from Whites vile touch, but he new better. He just stood there and watched as Taylor wheeled a tray with different instruments on it that Luke could not immediately identify. White began to speak. "As you know, you now belong to me, and as I like to keep track of my property, I had to find a way to do it easily. Thanks to modern technology and some techno friends of mine, I now have that capability in these." He held what looked like the earring in Taylor's ear in front of their faces. "Inside this gold stud is a micro transmitter, that allows me to track your whereabouts anywhere on the Island. Every slave with the exception of my trustees has one of these, and it is now time for yours."

With that he grabbed Luke's right earlobe and pulled it out. Dalton came up and handed white what looked like a little rivet gun. Luke wanted to scream and struggle but he didn't dare with the master holding his ear. Some of his friends had had earrings but he had never really wanted one, especially with transmitter in it! He felt the stud shoot through his earlobe and was surprised it did not hurt. That was until Michael came up and put him in a headlock. He then felt the stud getting very hot! He started to scream as the heat grew, not realizing that his new stud was being soldered in place, making impossible to take off unless he ripped it through his earlobe. When they leg him go he sat there rubbing his ear while he watched Danny get the same treatment. He had to admit though, the little gold stud looked good on the redhead. He wondered how he looked.

When White replace the tools on the table he looked at Taylor. "And why, dear boy, are your socks and sandals wet?"

"Master, the senior trustee made me."

"Enough! Always trying to blame someone else aren't you, you know the rules around here don't you?"

"Yes Master, but 3;"

"SHUT UP, you know your clothes are to be in perfect order at all times or be punished. Since you are already being punished for your impertinent behavior we will just add to it right now."

"Please master, no, I didn't mean to."

All that got his was a slap across the face. "You two grab his arms and follow the trustees," Mr. White directed Danny and Luke. The confused boys automatically obeyed each taking an arm of the stunned Taylor. They led him down a hall to a room they had not been to yet, and frightened them greatly. Inside the room around them was arrayed a variety of equipment that the boys could only guess the purpose of. They were in the punishment dungeon.

"Put him in the stocks," ordered White indicating a huge wooden device with three holes in it about waist high. Dalton and Michael took Taylor from the boys and placed his neck and wrists in the restraining device, and then locking it in place ending up with the now sobbing boy on his knees. "Luke remove his sandals and socks if you please."

Luke was just glad the attention was not on him for a change and set about his task. He kneeled behind the boy and undid the wet sandals. He actually felt little sense of power as he peeled the still damp socks from the lad's legs. For once he was fully clothed and someone else was almost naked he thought as he stared at the boy now wearing only the speedo. That was not to last long however as Danny was order to remove the boys last remaining garment. Taylor now fully naked and locked in the stocks could only imagine what was coming next.

Danny's hands trembled as he peeled the tight swimsuit from the bound boy's torso. His hand had brushed against Taylor's package when reached for the waistband and he had once again got a thrill. Just like Luke he was happy not to be the center of attention for a while, and was actively looking forward to see what was in store for the boy in the stocks.

The boys were instructed to place the wet garments in a hamper and stand on each side of Taylor's head. They watched as Mr. White went to a shelf, obtained a cane, and came up to his rear end. After taking a few practice swishes through the air, he said, "There are few things I tolerate less than slovenly dress in a slaveboy. For this disgrace to your clothing you shall get ten strokes of the cane, and you shall count them do you understand."

"Yes master," Taylor barely audibly replied.

"I CAN'T HEAR YOU."

"YES MASTER."

"Very good, let us begin," and with that he brought the cane down hard on Taylor's ass.

THWACK

"ONE MASTER."

THWACK

"T-T-TWO MASTER."

And so it went until ten, leaving Taylor crying with a perfect criss cross pattern of bright red welts on his ass. White was getting turned on in his own right as he laid the cane to the struggling boys butt. He decided there would be one more phase to the boy's punishment. After Taylor finally croaked out "Ten Master," he looked at Luke. "Get some salve from Dalton and apply them to this miscreants wounds."

"Yes master," said Luke as he took the jar from Dalton. During the caning he had watched fascinated as the pattern developed on Taylor's pale butt. He thought how it must hurt so, but he could not turn away. He noticed Danny watching too, with his now trademark boner appearing in his Umbros. That kid never stops he thought to himself with resignation. Now he fought to keep his hand steady as he applied the soothing cream to Taylor's quivering butt. He tried to be as gentle as he could, and as he rubbed the boys butt, he noticed himself getting slightly aroused. He couldn't figure out why except that he had been exposed to almost nothing but sex and debauchery since he had arrived here, and now he was rubbing his hand all over another boy's naked butt.

"Get your tongue in there boy, and get his hole nice and wet for me," ordered White.

"Master?" asked a bewildered Luke

"I said get your tongue up his ass and get him ready for me you little shit are you deaf?" White bellowed as he grabbed Luke and shoved his face into Taylor's ass crack.

Luke was repulsed. He couldn't believe he wanted him to put his tongue 'up there' and he tried to struggle as his face was shoved into Taylor's butt, he soon had to give up though as the man was much stronger than the teenager. With his first lick he almost threw up, to the funky taste. Taylor was soon responding to the amateur rimming however and pushing his butt back as well as he could, being secured in the stocks. He even started to moan softly "oh yeah, lick that ass kid, mmmm," as he temporarily forgot about his flaming buttcheeks. Luke was getting into it now, his original distaste forgotton in the feeling he was getting in between his legs while he ate out the ass of the restrained teen.

His temporary pleasure was short lived however, as White pulled a now slurping Luke out from between his hot butt. "That's good for now boy, stand back and watch what you two will be receiving shortly."

To Luke and Danny's mortification they watched as Mr. White pulled one on the biggest dicks they had ever seen out of his fly and aimed it at Taylor's now vacant ass. While at the back of their minds they had figured this kind of thing went on here, but now, when faced with it, it was terrifying. They stood in a stupor as White mounted an unsuspecting Taylor from behind. Even with the saliva from Luke's tongue, he felt as if he were being impaled. Taylor let out a scream that shook Luke and Danny to their souls. White went on for what must have been five minutes before, with a loud "POP" sound he pulled his monster form Taylor's ravaged butt and pumped the most cum either had ever seen all over the still screaming boys back, butt cheeks, and legs.

"Go clean the maters penis off dirt bag," said Michael handing a washcloth to a still frightened Danny. As he slowly started to clean Whites dick, he glanced at the sobbing naked boy in the stocks all covered with White's spooge, Danny couldn't help feel responsible for the whole thing, since it was his hardon that had caused Taylor to get in the tub in the first place. When he was done he nervously looked up at Mr. White who was zipping his fly back up.

"Very good, let him sit here over night to thing about being neat. In the meantime, lets get started on these two's sexual education shall we" said the Master with an evil grin 3;

Chapter 8

"Yes Master," they replied in unison. "You two, out the door and to the right. You are to enter the Gymnasium and stand at attention until we get there. No talking. Understand?" barked Dalton.

"Yes sir," said the two boys, and they walked out the door and headed to where they were told. When they entered the room, they found a complete gym, with a wooden basketball court, weight equipment, and wrestling mats in the corner. Danny wanted to say something to Luke but was afraid of being caught. After the caning and assfucking they just witnessed, he did not want to be next in the stocks. Luke was thinking much the same as they stood side by side at attention in what they would find out later to be their 'PE' uniforms.

They were lucky they didn't talk, as moments later they heard the door open and close behind them as the two trustees entered the room. As Dalton and Michael walked in front of the two silent slaves, they noticed the older boys had altered their uniforms. They were now wearing olive drab T-shirts with their shorts, and instead of the scout socks and Doc Martins they were wearing white ankle length socks with black Adidas emblems on them, and black Adidas indoor soccer shoes. They looked like typical high school jocks.

Dalton addressed them, "OK, listen and listen good, the clientele here do not like fat slaveboys. So for the next hour or so, we are going to work the flab off of you lazy brats!"

What fat was he talking about, wondered Luke? He was thin, and Danny was a rail. Not to mention they had only eaten twice since they got here, and one of those times was Danny's cum mixed with some stuff in a baby bottle! He hated exercise! PE was his least favorite class in school and not just because he hated taking showers with the other boys. He was just not a natural athlete.

Danny on the other hand, liked sports, but he was in that stage of adolescence where his body was growing faster than his coordination skills. Thus the other kids made fun of him when he had recently tried out for the JV basketball team. The gangly youth was starting to sweat just thinking about what they would have to do here for the amusement of the older boys.

"Lets start with some jumping jacks turds, say 50 of them! Four count out loud, GO!"

The two boys had done enough gym class to know what was expected of them, and started the grueling workout. Jumping jacks were followed by knee bends, tow touches, buddy sit-ups and finally pushups.

Luke was drenched with sweat as he attempted his twenty-fifth pushup. He was halfway up, his aching arms trembling as he tried to lift himself up when he felt Michael's foot on his back. "Come on pussy, I've seen little girls that can do 50 pushups. What's your problem?" He was to winded to even try to answer, just memories of the taunts of his old PE teacher flooded his mind. When he almost got all the way up, he felt himself being shoved to the floor by Michael's sneaker. "I can see we have a long way to go with you, you little sissy!" The words stung him worse than the foot in the back, as the boy lay on the floor panting. He looked at Danny, who seemed to be a little better off, although he too was sweating profusely.

"OK brats, get and stand next to each other, its time for a little fun run!" The two boys stood wearily up. "You have to run the same pace, so just to make sure, we are going to give you a little help," Dalton said as he nodded to Michael. "If you are going to slow, we have the means to motivate you," he said holding up a long metal tube with two metal prongs at one end. "This is a cattle prod, slaves, and you don't want me to have to use it. Just to make sure it works though." He walked toward Danny, and before the boy could react, Dalton jabbed it into his thigh and zapped him! The gangly red head howled in pain and dropped to the floor. "Get back up, you little baby," the trustee said as he half drug the boy back to his feet. "Go ahead Michael."

Luke was too busy looking at Danny to have noticed Michael walking up behind him. He noticed him though, when he felt the steel cuff being locked tightly around his right ankle. He looked down and saw that he and Danny were to be joined together by about a three-foot [90 cm] chain. Michael was busy locking the other ankle cuff around Danny's left ankle. It was already starting to hurt, if it weren't for their thick soccer socks, giving them a little padding, his foot would probably already be numb the boy thought.

"There much better, that will ensure you run together for, lets say, 100 laps around the gym," the grinning senior trustee said. "And tuck your shirts in, and pull up your socks, you look like slobs!"

The two sweating teens complied with their orders, and with a command shouted from Michael started their trek around the gym. It was terrible. At first they tried running hobbled to each other and kept falling down. Every time they fell, one of them got a shot in the butt or thigh with the viscous prod. Finally around the 15th lap they got somewhat of a rhythm down.

"Don't let those bastards win," Danny had whispered to Luke through painful gasps for air. He could tell the smaller teen was having a hard time keeping stride with his longer legs. His words seemed to give the smaller boy some resolve. By the 100th lap, Danny was almost running for both of them, to which Luke was grateful as he was about all spent. When they finally finished they were both drenched with sweat, their white tank tops almost transparent. Their soccer shorts clung to them in lude ways as well, and their brand new high tops had surely left blisters on their feet.

"That's enough for today I guess, but you two better get used to it. We will be doing this everyday and increasing the load as we go. The master wants fit slaves! Now go to the wash room get, put your PE uniforms in the hamper, and use the shower in the corner to clean up. Understand?"

"Yes sir," the two boys panted, and hobbled off to the washroom. As they were walking down the hallway, Luke whispered to Danny, "thanks for helping back there, I felt like I was going to die!"

"No problem dude, I just didn't want that bastard to hit me with that prod again!"

"I know what you mean."

When they got to the washroom, they had to figure out how to get undressed while being chained together. It was quite a sight as they slowly stripped off their sweaty shirts and shoes and socks. They then helped each other pull their long blue socks out from under the ankle cuffs. But they were lost as to how to get their shorts and underwear off until Michael appeared and unlocked their chains. "Both of you have 30 seconds to get in the shower and get clean, Move!" Having now bathed together naked twice before, they were over any shyness with each other and gratefully got under the shower together. Danny was thankful that for once he wasn't getting a hardon, while bathing with Luke. He was too exhausted from the workout and just wanted to get the teen sweat smell off of himself. When they got out of the shower they found one towel for the both of them to dry themselves with so they took turns each trying not to look at the others naked body.

When they were finished and put the towel in the hamper, Timmy was standing there waiting for them. They noticed he was sullen looking and wearing the 'cub' type uniform of blue and yellow. Except today his knee socks were yellow with a blue band at the top instead of the other way around. Although the new slaves didn't know it, this was a sign that he was on probation as a trustee, and all the other slaves knew this. The young trustee was humiliated, but he knew he had to watch his step. "Here are your clothes for your next stage of training, put them on." The somber youth said handing each boy only a pair of underwear and socks.

Luke was wondering why the normally sadistic little prick was being so polite to them, but soon forgot about it as he noticed what he had been handed. In his hands was the skimpiest pair of red jockey bikinis he had ever seen! I can't wear these he thought. I only wear 'normal' underwear. Which to him meant any expensive brand name of briefs or boxers that had been bought for him. He thought bikinis were for girls! But as he thought of the diapers the night before, he took a deep breath and bent over to put them on thinking there was no way they were going to fit. He was wrong. They fit, albeit barely. He had to stuff his little bald dick to the side to get the waistband up, but he got them on. I must look obscene he thought to himself. He could feel his buttcheeks aching to break free from the leg bands. He also didn't like the look of lust Timmy had on his face staring at him, even though the trustee said nothing.

Danny was also not comfortable with his little yellow jockeys. He had worn boxers for the last few years, asserting that he wanted to wear Men's underwear, meaning really what the models wore in Details Magazine. He didn't even like the briefs they had worn for PE this morning. In the back of his mind though, even if he would no admit it to himself, he thought Luke looked very HOT in his skimpy little underwear! When he pulled his own on, he had more trouble than Luke stuffing his teen sausage into the confines of the bright yellow bikinis, especially as he was already half hard!

"Get your socks on, and then put the shoes in the locker on," said Timmy indicating a big metal locker. "You put the big ones on Blondie."

"Yes sir," said Luke, still bristling inside that he had to call a kid younger than himself sir. He put on the black Nike hi quarter socks that the trustee had given him, and went to the locker to retrieve his footwear. He pulled the big pair of shoes out and examined them. They were black Skecher boots, the medium-rise type with the two-inch [5 cm] thick souls, and they weighed a ton! When he put them on, he noticed that even with his socks pulled up they just barely stuck out over the top of the massive shoes. When he stood back up he was now as tall as Danny was, thanks to the thick souls.

Danny on the other hand, was given a pair of olive and black suede Airwalk tennis shoes to match the gray Airwalk crew socks he had just put on, the socks just reaching halfway up the boy's skinny shins. He felt sure he must look silly, wearing skimpy underwear with shoes and socks and nothing else. He looked at Luke, now at eye level, and felt his cock stir some more in the tight confines of his bikinis. He was starting to realize, that weather he liked it or not, that he was attracted to other boys! Especially his partner in misery; the vision of Luke in front of him wearing the little red jockeys and the huge Skechers and black socks was doing things to him that he couldn't fathom. He realized also, that the way he was dressed was designed to have the same effect on others and he felt ashamed. He was still very confused about his budding homosexuality, and being manipulated at every step by the trustees and the Master wasn't helping.

Timmy, despite his caution was getting a boner in his little blue shorts. The two teens standing before him looked hot! Something about guys in underwear and socks really got his sadistic little juices flowing, hell Red is even starting to tent his bikinis, he thought! He knew better at this stage to do anything but follow his orders though, so he overcame his urge to verbally abuse them, and instead ordered them back into the studio for the next 'show.' If he behaved, maybe Dalton would let him participate!

Luke led the way, walking back down the hall back toward the room where he had suffered the greatest humiliation of his short life. He had goose bumps all over, as not only was he afraid, but the room was air conditioned quite cool, when he walked back into the infamous studio. Just as the previous night, Mr. White was there with twenty or so other men dressed in tuxedos, along with Dalton, Michael and Bobby. The two older trustees were back in their regular uniforms, as was Bobby in his normal outfit of blue and yellow. Luke felt the eyes of everyone in the room leering at him, and it made his goose bumps even worse.

Danny took in the same scene as Luke, and when he stopped on the 'stage' next to him, he self-consciously placed his hands in front of his bulging crotch nervously wondering what was to come. He didn't have much time to wonder as Bobby slapped his hands away from his front and said, "hands behind your heads asshole!" When he and Luke did as they were told, he heard some of the audience catcalling, and whistling, as his boner became obvious to the crowd! He was still trying to will his pecker to soften when Mr. White walked in front of them and faced the crowd and camera.

"Friends, last night you were treated to a grand show, as my newest additions were added to my stable. Now that they are more presentable, we shall begin in earnest their sexual education so that in a short while, you shall be able to enjoy them in how shall we say, a more personal nature."

The studio audience went wild with applause as the two boys started to sweat. All Luke could think of was the scene earlier in the dungeon with Taylor. He could still taste the other boys butt in his mouth. He shut his eyes again praying this horrible nightmare would end and he would wake up in his aunt's house. When he opened them however all he saw was Timmy and Bobby approaching them with Bobby holding some sort of leather apparatus. White started to speak.

"Let's see here, who shall go first. I see young Daniel here is already to go," he said massaging the front of the redhead's bright yellow underwear, causing him to blush with shame. "So I guess Luke volunteers, excellent. Bobby, Timmy, help our new slave get ready!"

The evil grin reappeared on Timmy's face as he and Bobby approached the trembling youth. They stepped around behind him so he couldn't see what they were up to. He soon felt it however, as Bobby was fastening a thick leather collar around Luke's neck. The crowd could see his temple throb on his nearly-bald head as he started to pant with fear, not being able to see what they were putting on him. It was actually, a black leather restraint device, with a collar at the top fastened by a two-inch [5 cm] wide leather band that ran down the back connecting to a belt that was fastened around the waist. Halfway down the backstrap were two wrist cuffs, so that when secured the victim's arms were pinned uncomfortably to the small of his back. Luke could see none of this though because with the collar in place, he could only look ahead. He next felt the belt being tightened around his naked midsection causing him to inhale when Bobby cinched the belt tight. He then felt his arms tugged from behind his head and painfully secured into the wristcuffs.

Not being able to control himself any longer, Timmy whispered in his ear. "You'll begging for it by the end of tonight Blondie," and then liked the bound teens newly pierced earlobe sticking his tongue deep into his canal. Luke winced and tried to move away. He was saved when Dalton spoke up, "Knock it off junior trustee!" Timmy backed away, instantly knowing he was in trouble again. He would have to wait for his punishment later though, as there was the show to put on!

"Very good lads," White said, "Danny why don't you show your friend off to our guests."

Danny didn't know what to make of this until Michael handed him a black leather dog leash. "Here, hook this to him and walk him through the crowd," the grinning trustee said as he led the stunned boy to his friend.

"Yes sir," said Danny quietly as he met Luke's eyes, which were starting to well up with tears. Danny's hands were shaking as he snapped the leash into place on the front of Luke's collar. He quickly turned away not wanting to have to look at his partner's pleading face. He slowly started walking leading the leather bound youth toward the leering men. The leash went tight, as Luke at first could not will his feet to move.

"Tug on it shithead, puppy's have to learn to obey," shouted Michael, forcing Danny to give a viscous tug on the leash, yanking the boy forward causing him to lose balance and fall forward. With his arms bound behind him he couldn't balance himself and landed painfully on his bare knees. "Get up dog," the trustee, said as he kicked Luke in the butt with his Doc Martin boot.

Luke unsteadily rose to his feet. His knees were skinned and he was crying. First being branded like cattle, now he was to be led around like a dog. Would it never end? Not anytime soon, as he felt Danny give another tentative pull on the leash. Not wanting to fall again, Luke had no choice but to meekly follow, as he was led toward the men, while the camera recorded every move.

Several people watching on the secure network had already jizzed once, just from watching Danny in his tennis shoes and tented undies leading the restrained, crying Luke around by a dog leash. Fists were pumping furiously worldwide as the sobbing blonde was led to the pack of wolves.

In between sobs, Luke kept his eyes focused on Danny's yellow clad butt, as he didn't want to meet any of the crowds gazes. Once he was in their midst, he felt dozens of hands groping all over him. He felt violated as fingers were put in every exposed opening; hands were also rubbing his dick through his skimpy Jockey's. He noticed Danny was getting much the same treatment as they walked 'The Gauntlet' of aisle ways between the seats. The guests knew the collector's rules though. They were only allowed to touch, any other contact would be cause for removal.

It was almost too much for Danny though. Even through the humiliation he felt leading his friend around like a dog, he was also incredibly turned on! He had a half hard on when he started the walk, now with everyone staring at him and touching him, he had an obscene bulge in the front of his bikini. A very large wet spot was also forming as his dick was oozing precum. He almost didn't make it back to the stage without creaming his shorts! Bobby took the leash from him and led Luke to a large wooden post.

Luke was still quietly sobbing when the young trustee led him to the large post that was set up in the middle of the room. With the help of Timmy they secured his collar to an eyebolt in the post with a small length of chain so that he was facing the crowd with his back to the post. He had about a foot [30 cm] of movement with his neck, but he could manage to stand relatively comfortably. His eyes were seeing spots for a while, as many photos were being taken of him trussed to the post as he was, in the little briefs and boots, squirming slightly from one foot to the other.

"All right Red, I can tell your ready for some fun," Whispered Dalton in Danny's ear as he rubbed the boys cotton enclosed sausage. "It's your job now, to get your little friend over there to cum. Do you think you can do that sweet cheeks?"

Danny didn't know what to say. He didn't want to make Luke cum. But he did. He didn't want Luke to know that he wanted desperately to make out with him. He didn't know what he wanted, but he knew what the leaking pipe in his underwear wanted.

"Go over there and suck on his tits," Whispered Dalton while he was rubbing his palms over Danny's.

Somehow it was so much easier when he was being ordered to do these things. He could justify it to himself later that way. With his own tits now as hard as his teen cock, Danny approached the squirming blonde beauty tied to the post in front of him.

Luke was to far away to hear what Dalton had said to Danny. He did not know what to expect as the red headed teen walked toward him with what Luke could only think of as hunger in his eyes. He also noticed for the first time the growing lake in the front of the boys yellow briefs. "Luke, I'm sorry dude, I have no choice," he whispered to him as he got closer. Luke just shook his head as a sign that he knew. He was not prepared though, when Danny leaned his head forward and licked his left nipple. Oh wow, what a feeling. Despite his shame and humiliation, Luke had never felt anything like it before. He could feel his friends breath on his now moistened nipple, and it was exquisite! He leaned his head back and bit his lower lip as the other teen continued his attack on the virgin chest. His little brown nubs felt like two pebbles. To his total dismay, his little dick was stirring to life in his red underwear.

"Very good Red, you have the makings of a start attraction," said Dalton, pulling him off the boy's chest. Lets give your lover here a little attention getter. With that said, Timmy appeared with something in his hands and the sadistic grin. "Let Bobby have the honor, you don't deserve it," snapped the older trustee.

"Oh please, let me, I'll be good."

"That's enough! Hand them to Bobby and report to the punishment detail. NOW ! You are through as a trustee mister," thundered Mr. White from the side. The tone of his voice left no room for discussion, so Timmy quickly handed whatever was in his hands to the other boy and nearly ran out of the room, so he wouldn't be seen crying if front of the new slaves. "Now, where were we," White said, all calm returning to his voice, "Proceed Bobby."

With that, a grinning Bobby walked toward Luke, who was now starting to come around to the sexual tension in the room. He was not prepared though, when Bobby snapped the first nipple clamp in place!

"Ouuuuuuch," he cried.

The crowd started to applaud. When the young trustee snapped the second in place he howled even louder much to the young trustee's delight. What a day, he thought, while he felt bad for his friend, with him out of the way, he was next senior. For a slave that was good news indeed he thought, as he gave Luke's right tit clamp a flick with his forefinger.

"OOWWWWW!" Luke could not believe the pain. He couldn't fathom how he had gone from pleasure to pain so quickly.

"Okay Red, on your knees and polish those nice new boots of Blondie's here with your mouth! I want to see them shine," Michael ordered.

Many more camera flashes went off, as Danny got down and started to give the Skechers a tongue shine. What would have been a turn off to most though was only getting the bony little teen hotter by the minute. He needed no encouragement as he soaked the boots with his saliva, like he was born to the task. He made a mistake though, when without even thinking reached down to grab his throbbing bone.

"Knock it off you foot slut, no one gave you permission to touch yourself," Michael said. "Bobby take care of him." Danny had stopped to look up, feeling like he used to when he had been caught with his hand in the cookie jar! "No one told you to stop!"

With that he returned to his task, licking around the top of Luke's boots and his socks. Danny then felt his hands being pulled behind him and cuffed. "That will keep you goofing off," said Bobby, "keep licking." So he continued, now balanced on his knees. He instinctively started moving his mouth slowly up the bound boy's legs. That's it boy, get him hot!"

And hot he was! When Luke felt Danny's tongue on his lower leg, his cock sprang instantly back to life. The feeling of hot wet teen tongue inching up his thighs was driving him wild with lust. He had never had this kind of touching in his life before he came here, and now so much so soon, it was mind boggling. He felt a wet spot forming in his little bikini as he tried to squirm to make it less confining.

The crowd was going wild, watching one bound boy give a tongue bath to the other. Cameras were popping off, and once again many of the audience were openly masturbating to this bizarre scene in front of them. Bets were being made as to who would come first.

By the time Danny was lapping at Luke's inner thigh, he was panting out of control. "Would you like to cum now?" Dalton whispered in his ear.

"Yes sir, please sir."

"Ask Danny here to suck your dick then."

That made him pause, he didn't want to make his friend do anything so disgusting. "Please sir, just let me 3;"

"No, the only way you will be allowed to cum is to ask Danny to suck your Dick," Dalton replied pulling ever so slightly on the left nipple clamp.

"AAAhhg, please sir, please."

"You have to ask Luke."

He was so ashamed, he wanted to, no he had to cum so bad, Danny's tongue and the nipple play was driving him insane with sex. He was sweating teen pheromones from every pore; every nerve in his body was alive! He was overcome with emotion, "PLEASE SUCK MY DICK DANNY, PLEEEEEASE!!!"

"Go ahead Danny, do as your faggot friend here asks, take his underwear down with your mouth." Michael gently coached the slaveboy from the side.

Luke was on fire as he felt Danny's nose dig into his sweaty 'innie' as he maneuvered his teeth onto the waistband of the now precum soaked bikini briefs. The feeling was exquisite as he felt the elastic snap over his bald kid dick, letting it spring to life, finally unencumbered by the confines of the briefs. It was pointing straight at his belly button as Danny pulled the soiled undies down past his knees.

Danny was on fire as well. Any thought of shame or disgust were forgotten when he heard Luke begging him to suck him off. When he heard him scream those words, his own dick felt like it got twice as big! His shorn balls were now swimming in a sea of precum, as he stared at Luke's throbbing teen missile in front of him.

"You know you want to don't you?" asked Michael

All his lust could not overcome his teenage pride. "No sir," he said even as he was licking his lips.

"Oh yeah, what's all that goo in your shorts for, you little faggot. You've had a constant stiffie since you got off the plane. You know it, I know it, and I bet even Luke here knows it. So stop kidding yourself and sink those pretty little lips of yours over Blondie's cock here and start sucking. You got one earlier, so you know what to do. But you better swallow everything that comes out understand."

"Yes sir," and once again Danny justified his actions telling himself he had no choice. He stuck his tongue out and took the first tentative lick. Luke's cock twitched like it was alive. Slowly he put his hot moist little mouth over Luke's throbbing cock. It tasted like teen sweat, not to bad he thought as he pulled back slightly hearing Luke let out a guttural moan. That was all it took, and soon he was slurping on the member like a Popsicle on a summer day. He soon lost all conscious thought and was humping Luke's leg through his underwear while sucking the little teen's dick for all it was worth.

It was the most incredible feeling Luke had ever felt. He was in complete sensory overload, as he felt his scrotum tightening up in that familiar way, "OH DANNY HERE IT COMES, OH GOD, OH GOD I'M CUMMING, I'M CUUUUUUUUUUMING." With that he force fed what felt like a cup of teen spooge down the slurping redhead's throat. Bobby and Michael had to hold him up so he wouldn't hang himself as he emptied his balls into Danny.

For his own part, when Danny heard Luke start to scream, and felt the first hot spurt at the back of his throat, it pushed him over as well. While he was greedily swallowing Luke juice, he was pumping his jockeys full of his own seed, that soon spilled out and left a big wet patch on Luke's leg.

He was laying at Luke's still damp Skechers, when he heard Dalton speak, "Not bad for a first time, but you came without permission and ruined a brand new set of underwear. Of course we will have to punish you!" His bliss instantly turned to dread as he looked up to see the three remaining trustees grinning sadistically at him.

Chapter 9

Danny, who now felt for sure that he liked other boys, was afraid. He knew that he wasn't supposed to get himself off, but he couldn't help it. When he got his first taste of Luke's member in his mouth, he went insane with lust. Since he was handcuffed he had used Luke's leg to hold him up, and when his bikini encased slimy cock rubbed up against the others smooth thigh he unconsciously ground up and down while he sucked on Luke's dick. Now he was going to pay, and judging by the twisted smiles on the trustees' faces, he knew the price would be high!

"Stand up scumbag," said Dalton as he pulled Danny to his feet by an arm. "Look at you, you're a disgrace. We don't keep giving you nice new clothes to spoo in them! You are only allowed to cum when you when we want you to. We are going to have to teach you and your dick a lesson. Bobby unhook Red's boyfriend their and take off his harness, he's going to give us a hand."

"Yes sir."

As Luke was being freed from his leather bounds, he took in the sight of Danny standing before him. His little red Jockeys were now soaked with cum both inside and out, and he could see the shriveled tip of the nervous looking teen's penis, poking out the waistband. His gray socks had fallen, and one of his Airwalks was untied. He also had a big glob of Luke's teen spunk rolling down his chin. In short, he looked a mess. When the collar and belt were finally undone, he took a deep breath, feeling instantly better, even if his arms and wrists were still sore. He was told to pull his underwear back up.

Dalton spoke, "Since your boyfriend here just gave you a nice present, it's only fair that you should do the honors of initiating him, but first you must thank him."

Luke turned red in the face; he was having a hard enough time thinking about what happened, without talking out loud about it!

"Go on boy, so the whole room can hear you, thank red here for sucking your cock," Bobby whispered in his ear.

"Thank you Danny."

"Say the whole thing turd!"

Blushing tremendously now, Luke blurted at the top of his lungs, "Thank you for sucking my cock Danny," trying not to look directly at the source of both the greatest shame and pleasure of his life.

"That's better, what do you have to say spermlips," Bobby sneered at Danny.

"Your welcome Luke," Danny replied quietly looking down at his feet.

"Very good, now get over there and pull your friends disgusting underwear off," Dalton told Luke.

Luke walked over to where Danny was standing and got down on his knees. He was now eye level with the sticky yellow undergarment. He slowly brought his hands up to grab the waistband on either side, being careful not to touch Danny's genitals. It was still kind of gross, he thought as he slowly started to inch the briefs down Danny's freckled smooth legs. He avoided looking at the other boy's rod, as he got the offending shorts down to his feet. He looked up at Danny to have him lift his foot, and as the redhead complied he saw the boy was already at half-mast again!

As frightened as he was about whatever they were going to do to him, Danny still felt a jolt when he felt Luke's hands on his thighs. He was trying to think of anything else, as not to encourage more unwanted attention his way, but now standing naked except for his shoes and socks, it was impossible! The excitement was somewhat dampened though when Luke was ordered to stuff the spunk filled Jockey's into his mouth! He had to fight the gag reflex when his companion gagged him with the funky briefs. However when Michael told Luke to tie his shoe for him though, his dick started to stiffen again. He didn't know why, but he always got that way when people touched him that way. Even when he was younger, he always got a boner at the shoe store when the man measured his foot. It was the same when a salesman would measure him for clothes or when he got a haircut. He was always able to hide it before and never gave it much thought, but now it was hugely embarrassing. Which for some reason even got him more excited! When Luke pulled his socks up tight, the feeling of the boy's hands on his calves gave him goosebumps!

"Very good boy, now put this on his dick," said Dalton, handing Luke a strange device. When he gave the senior trustee a questioning look, the older boy sighed and told Bobby to help him. The device turned out to be a leather harness that consisted of three separate leather straps joined together for a cock strap, shaft ring, and ball stretcher together in one devious package. Luke's hands were wet with sweat as Bobby instructed him how to install the device on Danny's hairless package. When he was done it was quite a sight. More cameras were flashing as Danny's dick and nuts were now stretched tightly and sticking out of his body on display. Danny winced in pain and gave a grunt into his cum soaked underwear as Luke was instructed to tighten the straps as much as he possibly could. As a result his hairless balls were now a nice shade of pink in sharp contrast to his very white skin. Luke felt bad hurting him but he knew that he had no choice. He felt weird handling another kid's privates, especially in front of all these people, he was getting a small tingling feeling between his legs.

Dalton came over and examined his handiwork, "Good job Blondie, next time you'll have to do it without Bobby's help though. OK Red this should have been your turn for a blow, but since you squirted on your own, we have to teach you a lesson in obedience. Michael if you please."

"Here you go Dalton," said Michael as he handed him a small whip. It was vicious looking little thing with a wood handle with a bunch of slender leather strips. Dalton with an evil grin on his face advanced on Danny. "You ever been whipped before punk?" he asked as he dangled the ends of it in front of his face, "It can hurt real bad, leaves a lot of marks too." He continued to graze his skin with the trailing ends causing the boy to shudder and start whimpering into his gag. He surprised him then when he leaned over and started sucking on his left tit.

Danny's mind raced as it changed between fear, and pleasure. The whip terrified him, yet Dalton's hot tongue on his nub was irresistible. His tits were soon rock hard, which apparently what the trustee was after as he turned to Luke and told him to take off his tit clamps and place them on Danny! He saw Luke wince from the sudden blood flow to his titties, as he removed the little devices, and walked slowly toward him with apologetic eyes.

"Clamp them on tight boy."

"Yes sir," said Luke as he snapped them on to the pink nubs.

"MMpphhh, MMMMMmmm," was all that Danny could manage through the gag.

"Good job boy, now he's ready for a good whipping!" said Dalton menacingly. The crowd voiced their approval through a loud round of applause. "Bobby, you do the honors while Michael and I hold him in place," he said as he and the other older trustee each took an arm and braced their legs behind those of the frightened teen. It made quite a contrast with the two well-tanned boys in their smart uniforms, holding the pail, rail thin, naked teen. When Danny saw the young trustee take a few practice strokes he started to struggle. It was no use though; the older teens were much larger and stronger then the rail thin youth they were holding. "Stand still or you'll get five more," snapped Dalton. "Give him five starting on the dick and balls Bobby."

"YES Sir," the boy answered enthusiastically, as he raised his arm in aim.

Danny couldn't believe they were going to whip him there! With the harness on, it certainly made an inviting target, sticking lewdly out in front of him. What really made him nervous was the fact that his balls were stretched tight and sticking out to the side, making them impossible to shield or hide! The two older boys had him held tightly when the first blow landed right on the head of his exposed mushroom! The pain was so great that when he yelled out, he spit the underwear-gag right out of his mouth and howled in agony!

"That's five more for dropping the gag Red. Blondie, pick up the underwear and put them back in his mouth" instructed Dalton.

Luke slowly bent down and picked up the now totally soaked boy panties. Danny was crying hysterically, while trying to cross his legs, but the older boys held him tight. Danny was shaking his head violently to avoid the gag going back in until Michael grabbed him by the stubble of hair left on his head and yanked back hard, "Stop it right now if you don't want more." It took all his control to hold still, while Luke replaced the undies in his mouth. "If you spit it out again, it will be ten more understand?" he slowly nodded that he did. "Very good, Bobby, you may continue."

Bobby showed great prowess for the next four strokes, one landing on each exposed nut and the fourth and fifth right on each clamped tit! When he was taking aim for the sixth, Mr. White stopped him. Danny was now reduced to one continuous moan, wondering wear the next five blows would land.

"That's enough for you Bobbie, lets give Daniel's young friend here some flogging practice!" said White.

Luke was stunned when Bobbie handed him the whip. "Make em count or you're next, got it?"

Luke looked to Mr. White, "Sir, I can't."

"You can and you will. He came because of you, so you shall assist in his punishment. If you don't do it, and do it damn well, I will have you hung by your balls right now from that post, and I will give him 20 strokes personally, is that clear?"

Luke swallowed hard, "Yes master."

"Very good, I will allow you to give him five to his butt, it will be easier to hit for a novice such as yourself. Dalton secure him to the post."

"As you wish master," Dalton replied. He and Michael quickly uncuffed the boy arms and re-secured them to the post were Luke's neck had been secured earlier. He ended up with his arms straight in front of him, with him standing arm's length from the post. "Keep your legs straight the entire time or your friend will have to start over, understand?"

He nodded that he did, grateful at least that his tender member would be spared any further abuse. He wondered what it would be like getting whipped by Luke.

"Spit the gag out Daniel," Mr. White ordered. When the boy complied a string of drool hung off his chin. "After every stroke you shall say, Thank you Luke, do you understand?"

"Yes Master."

"Very good, Luke let Bobby show you how to use the whip."

Bobby took a few seconds to show the nervous boy, how to use the instrument of pain. After taking a few practice swipes, he was told to begin. "Make them count, or you will be next, and he will still get the five coming, understand?"

"Y-yes sir," the unwilling teen answered. He took up position behind Danny, catching the other boy's fearful gaze as he looked back over his shoulder. Luke quickly looked away in guilt. How could he go through with this? He had never hit anyone in his life, much less using something like this.

"Come on kid, we don't have all day. If you don't start it ten seconds, it will be both of you."

Luke was still frozen, when Danny said over his shoulder, "Go ahead Luke, Do it! You have to!"

That made Luke feel a little better as he raised his arm, staring at the two white globes in front of him. He closed his eyes and brought the whip down. Hard!

WHAP! The crack made Luke feel sick, he saw a welt rising even as Danny was screaming.

"AAAAGH! Th-thank you Luke" Danny said from between clinched teeth, breathing hard.

Luke started to cry and said "I'm sorry Danny" quietly to himself as he raised his arm for the second blow.

WHAP! A second welt!

"THAAANK YOU LUKE" panting.

WHAP!

Both boys were crying now, Luke from helplessness as he whipped his friend and Danny from the fire on his butt! The rest of the crowd, including the trustees, was totally turned on; watching the boy in his bikini underwear and boots, wailing on the bound naked redhead tied to the post. After the fifth and final blow landed Danny collapsed on his knees. "Thank you for whipping me Luke," he sobbed into his shoulder.

"I am so sorry, Danny."

"Shut up kid. Not a bad job though," said Dalton running his hand over the welts on Danny's ass. "You got the makings in you. Anyway, let's get on two part two for tonight shall we."

"We shall have a short intermission first," Mr. White said, "Gentleman, feel free to take more photos but please handle them with care." With that he got up and started to mingle with the crowd. Bobby left the room to get the equipment for the next round. One of the guests quickly snatched up Danny's soggy underwear and put them in his pocket. Others were feeling the welts on Danny's butt, or inspecting his stretched out equipment. Luke felt people fingering his earring, and suggestively putting his hands on their hardons under their trousers. One man reached inside Luke's underwear and gave his teen sausage a squeeze. This was revolting him, but all the touching was causing his dong to squirm! He noticed poor Danny still chained to the post, with his hardon permanent, thanks to the harness that he had put on the teen himself. He saw one man running his tongue up the back of the gangly boy's bare leg, causing him to shiver. He was ashamed of himself when, for a moment, he thought that Danny looked pretty hot, tied naked in just his shoes and socks like that. The thought left as quickly as it came, when Bobby re-entered the room and Mr. White called, to Luke and Danny's temporary relief, for everyone to take their seats.

"Friends," White began, "before we were sidelined by Danny's misbehaving, we witnessed two slaves introduction, to the art of oral copulation. Apparently, Daniel here is quite the fellator, judging by Luke's reaction." The crowd laughed as Luke's cheeks went bright red at the memory. "But it is now time for their introduction to each others rear ends." There was more applause. "Since Danny here is already in position, he volunteers to go first."

Oh god no, was all Danny could think. What was going to happen to them now? Bobby had brought a box in but he could not see what was inside. He had a feeling he would soon find out. He was on his knees with his arms secured to the post in front of him above his head. His dick, tits, and butt were still very sore from the workout he just got, plus he was hungry and thirsty. His dick was also still hard due to the trapped blood caused by the harness. He was straining to look over his shoulder to see what was going on.

Luke on the other hand, was quite concerned, as he had seen the contents of the box. Inside were two teenage sized rubber dicks! He had a very clear picture of where they were to go, and instinctively clamped his cheeks together when he saw them. He was handed one of them by a smiling Bobby, and told to go put it into Danny's mouth.

"Feed it to him, and make sure he gets it good and wet," said the junior trustee.

Luke advanced to Danny their eyes locked on each other. The blonde gingerly held the rubber phallus up to Danny's slowly opening lips. He was able to get about half of it in, before Danny started to gag.

"Come on Red, you took the real thing easy enough!" said Michael taking the fake dick from Luke and force feeding it to a struggling Danny. "That's it whore, you want to get it good and wet for where it's going. Get his bunghole ready with your tongue Blondie." The crowd went wild hearing that order.

Luke for the second time since he had arrived here, was faced with performing an act that was unthinkable just days ago! Bobby shoved him onto his knees between Danny's spread legs and kicked the redhead's legs painfully further apart! Luke was now face to face with Danny's little brown rosebud. Bobby shoved his head into his friend's buttcrack, "Start lubing up that shitter kid!" Luke screwed up his face. Danny's ass smelled of teen sweat and bum grease! There was also some dried up cum from earlier there. He fought his stomach for control as he started to give Danny the first rimming of his life.

Michael was still shoving the fake dick in and out of Danny's drooling mouth, when he felt Luke's hot tongue on his bunghole. It was like a jolt of electricity through his body. He suddenly forgot about all the pain, as waves of pleasure shot from his asshole to his brain! His leather-confined cock began to stir to life and he rolled his head side to side.

"Yeah, you like that don't you fag boy," Michael said to him as continued to feed him the rubber dong. "You like your little whore friend licking your butthole don't you?"

Danny mumbled through the cock. He was starting to press his ass into Luke's face trying to get more tongue on his rosebud. His cock was straining in its harness and leaking precum. He wished they would take the harness off! He felt an aching emptiness when Luke was ordered to stop. "Michael pulled the dildo out of his mouth and said to Danny, "Ask him to put his finger in your ass."

Because of his sexed up state he didn't even hesitate at what would normally be an outrages request! He heard himself mutter, "Put your finger in me dude, PLEASE," and he meant it!

Bobby squirted some lube on Luke's finger. "Go ahead Luke, he encouraged, grease him up real good!"

Luke was trembling. It was gross enough to lick at the entrance of Danny's shit tunnel, but to put his finger up there! Gross! He knew from witnessing Taylor's ravishing earlier, that he should spread some grease to make Danny more comfortable. He pressed his index finger on Danny's anus.

"Oh yeah dude, put it up there," the now very aroused Danny requested. "Put your finger in my butt." He couldn't believe those words were coming out of his mouth. He gasped when Luke overcame the resistance to the entrance of his boy pussy and got his finger up to his second knuckle.

Once Luke got his finger inside the warm shit chute, in didn't feel so bad, he decided. It was nice and warm. He started to slowly move it in and out, noticing that Danny really seemed to enjoy it. His own little bikinis started to tent as the sounds of the excited redhead started to turn him on as well. Without even thinking he added a second finger, stretching his love chute open even more. He was soon finger fucking the panting slut all the way to his hand. He wanted to grab his own dick, but didn't want to get whipped.

"Good enough boy, feed him this now, when he begs for it," Dalton said handing Luke the spit covered dildo. "Go ahead Red, ask him to shove the dildo up your ass.

Danny felt empty, now that Luke's fingers were gone. His cock was aching for release and he could feel cool air blowing by his dilated throbbing sphincter. "Put the dildo in me Luke, Please put it in me."

Luke held the phony dick in his hands, staring at the open love cave in front of him. He knew it was wrong, but hearing Danny talk like that to him was turning him on! He saw Bobby whispering in Danny's ear and wondered what he was saying when Danny blurted out, "YES, Yes I'm a faggot, just put it in my butt pleeeeease! Please let me touch my dick, oh god put it in me ohhhhhhhhh!" The young redhead was crazy with lust! Luke brought the fake cock up to his friend's ass, and with some resistance started pressing it in.

Yes, this is what I need thought Danny, as he pressed his butt back at the invading object. Oh wow! When Luke pressed home with the rubber dick, and it touched his prostate, Danny's eyes rolled back in his head. OHHHHHHH! He was drooling and moaning and totally out of control of himself.

"Do you want to cum boy?" Dalton asked

"YES SIR, PLEASE SIR."

"You are a horny faggot aren't you?"

"Yes sir, I'm a horny faggot, please let me cum pleeease!"

"Do you like Luke fukcing you with the dildo?"

"Yes sir," he was practically crying now, if it weren't for the tight leather strap around his dick, he would have already let fly.

Luke was aroused in his own right. His dick had totally recharged its batteries and was now on full alert, straining in the confines of his bikini briefs. He got even hotter when Bobby started playing with his dick through the cotton. "Do you want to cum," he asked.

"Yes sir," he answered still moving the phallus methodically in and out of Danny's butt. He then felt Bobby pulling at his underwear. Without even thinking he got off his knees to allow them to be pulled off. Now he and Danny were wearing nothing but shoes and socks, and Luke's now freed dong was standing proud.

"If you want to cum, ask Luke to fuck you," Dalton said to near crazy with lust Danny. "Go on, you know you want it! Tell him you're a faggot and you want his dick inside your little boy pussy, say it!"

The now broken redheaded slaveboy wanted only one thing this moment, and that was release. He would do anything for it, but he was still ashamed to hear himself shout at the top of his lungs "Fuck me Luke, stick your cock in my ass, fuck my boy pussy, make me cum, PLEEEASE, FUCK MEEEEE!"

Luke was so turned on he didn't think of what he was doing when Bobby took the dildo from him and stood him behind his begging slaveboy friend. "Go ahead dude, Fuck your faggot friend, cum inside his ass!" Wild with lust, staring at the gaping butthole in front of him, Luke gave in to animal instinct! With a little help from Bobby he entered Danny.

The crowd went wild, as Luke sank his teencock to the hilt inside his friends love canal. The feeling was the most incredible sensation. He didn't know what felt better, the blowjob or this. This was right now though and instinct took over and he started pumping in and out. What a feeling!

What a feeling is just what Danny was thinking as Luke filled the void in his rear. Oh my god. I am a faggot. I love this! What's wrong with me? He didn't ponder on that thought though as he had more immediate needs! His balls felt like they were going to explode! "Please let me cum sir PLEASE, I WILL DO ANYTHING YOU WANT PLEASE LET ME CUM."

With a nod from Mr. White, Dalton reached under the frantic boy, and undid his harness. That is all it took. With Luke's dick, massaging his love knob, and his balls now unrestricted, the pent up lust in the boy exploded out of his cock onto the floor in front of him. It came out almost in a steady stream, like he was peeing spunk! "AAAAAGH, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh man, AAAAAGH, thank you sir, thank you!" White smiled to himself, as he knew that Danny was his now. Completely his. Luke would take more time, but he would have him soon enough he thought, as he watched the little blonde spray his own load all over Danny.

Seeing the spooge fly out of Danny's dick was all it took for Luke. He pulled his slimy funk covered dick out of Luke's turd cutter and started spraying Luke juice everywhere. He sprayed the backs of the kneeling boy's legs soaking his new shoes and sock with cum, until he fell to his knees in exhaustion. He started crying when he realized he had just fucked another guy, his friend for that matter, and he was getting a standing ovation from the crowd. What was happening to him?

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