Diversasy

Caught

Chapters 8-14

Chapter Eight

I opened my email and found another message from Jordan:

Hello David,

Here are instructions for Saturday: Wear anything you want when I pick you up at one o'clock, but bring with you your pajamas, one pair of boxer underwear and one pair of white briefs. Also, give yourself two enemas that day-one as soon as you get up and the other at noon. Be sure to shave well. Any questions?

Your best friend.

P.S. Like the pictures.

There were four attachments. I opened the first and saw a picture of Lee as she pretended to hit me with her riding crop when I was tied to the St. Andrew's cross. Something seemed odd about the picture, though. I looked different. Leaning toward the screen, I tried to figure out what it was. Then I remembered the makeup Sam had put on me. She'd changed my face just enough that someone who didn't know me would say the naked figure on the cross looked a lot like me, but really wasn't. Right away, I felt better. When Sam said she'd sell the pictures and video, I worried that I'd be recognized by someone who bought them.

One summer, I took swim lessons and when I ran into the swim instructor at the mall, he didn't recognize me. When I told him who I was, he said he remembered, but he said I looked a lot different with my clothes on. Being naked and with the addition of Sam's makeup, I was sure no one would know it was me in the pictures.

I opened the other attachments and looked at the pictures. The one I liked best was of me on my knees, gagged with my wrists chained behind my back while Lee pulled my head up by the hair with one hand and pretended to hit me with a braided whip. Tears ran down my face as stared up at her naked body and my erection poked up between my thighs. As much as I liked the picture, I thought it would be better if a naked boy about my age stood over me instead of Lee.

I downloaded the picture into a photo editor and enlarged it to fill a full page of paper, and then I printed it on Dad's color printer.

Next, I emailed back to Jordan:

Sir,

I don't have any questions. I'll follow your directions and be ready when you get here. Thank you for the pictures, Sir.

David.

Then I went through the other email Jordan sent me, saved the pictures I liked on a flash drive and deleted the rest. I printed a few more, but didn't do them all because they'd take too much ink and Dad might ask me about it. Making sure I had all the printouts, I took them and my flash drive back to my room.

At last, I had the pictures I'd been looking for. The first ones were obviously of me, but the last ones were different enough that I could imagine it was another boy being forced to have sex.

Now that I had the pictures, it was time to put my new equipment to use. Pulling off my clothes, I applied lubricant on the oddly-shaped butt plug and jammed it in. That hurt quite a bit, but I was in too much of a hurry to mind. Once it was in, I hooked my fingers through the loops and twisted it inside my rectum until it rested on my prostrate, sending thrills to my now erect penis.

I squeezed out a liberal amount of lube along the shaft of my penis and smoothed it along its full length. Next, I clamped the ankle cuffs on my legs and snapped the handcuffs around my wrists. Slowly, I walked up and down the upstairs hallway stroking my penis in time with my steps. Each time I a heel hit the floor, it jarred the butt plug, which prodded my prostate giving me little jolts of pleasure. The lube made my cheeks slide past each other, creating an unusual sensation that complimented the slick motions of my hand. Masturbating with handcuffs on while I walked was clumsy, but added to my anticipation of what I knew was to come. I concentrated on visualizing Lee standing over me in complete control of my body so intently, I almost didn't make it into the bathroom to fire my climax into the bathtub. I didn't know if semen would stain the carpet, but I didn't want to explain to Dad why there was a wet spot on the floor.

Shuffling back to my room, I unlocked the cuffs and went to the bathroom to take a shower. As I stepped under the running water, I pulled the butt plug out and cleaned it off. I dried off and put away all my equipment in its hiding place in my room. After that, I lay back on my bed, still naked, thinking about Saturday.

Some of the things I'd done, I didn't like, but overall, I had to admit I enjoyed the session and I was beginning to look forward to the next one. The fact that I didn't know what was going to happen gave me a small case of the butterflies, but at the same time, it made me more anxious than ever to go ahead. Anyway, if they weren't going to hurt me if I followed directions, no one could recognize me and I was going to get paid, why not do it? True, being naked and having sex in front of people was embarrassing, but I'd already done it once so I had nothing left to hide.

For the rest of the week, I enjoyed making up bondage games using my new equipment to create masturbation fantasies. Recently, it seemed as if all I could think about was sex and all day I felt like I was always about ready to have an erection. Now, in the last few days I had so many satisfying orgasms I could go most of the day without thinking about sex unless I wanted to. In fact, I discovered that waiting to masturbate until I had the privacy and time to play increasingly elaborate bondage games made my orgasms even better. I began to look forward to Saturday to find out what Sam and Lee had in mind.

Saturday morning, as soon as I got up, I gave myself the first enema. Since I normally have to go at that time every day, it only took a couple of minutes before I had to make a run for the bathroom to keep from embarrassing myself. Dad and I had lunch at about eleven o'clock and then he left to play golf. As soon as I was sure he wasn't coming back to get something he forgot, I went to my room and gave myself the second enema. This time, I decided to see how long I could hold it. It took about ten minutes before I felt anything and then the urge to go gradually increased, but not to the point where it was uncomfortable. After about a half hour, I started to feel sick to my stomach and I headed for the bathroom. Before I got there, I had cramps that made me double up, but I managed to yank my pants down and get on the toilet just before I had an uncontrollable explosion. Sighing with relief, I sat until I felt better and then cleaned up.

By one o'clock, I'd packed the clothes I had to have in my book bag and stood by the window, watching for Jordan. When he pulled up, I trotted to his car and got in.

"Do you have everything?"

"Yes, sir." Since he didn't tell me what the photo shoot would be about, I was a little nervous so I asked, "Do you know what we're going to do today?"

"Yes, but you don't need to know. You'll do as your told and if you follow instructions, you won't be punished. In the future, don't ask."

"Yes, sir." And the butterflies in my stomach got larger and flew faster as he drove in silence and I worried that I'd made a mistake, but it was too late now.

Jordan parked behind Sam's studio and I followed him in. No one was in the main part of the studio and we walked into the back room. I set my book bag on a table and waited for Jordan to tell me what to do.

He pointed at a row of metal gym lockers. "Put your clothes and shoes in one of those, close the door and then stand near the table."

"Yes, sir." I pulled up on a handle and the door wobbled opened. Taking off my clothes one item at a time, I hung them inside. When I was naked, I closed the door and Jordan put a lock through the handle so I couldn't open it again.

I stood near the table while he laid out my pajamas and underwear. When he was done, he pulled my hands behind my back, secured them with a pair of handcuffs and then snapped a pair of ankle cuffs on loosely enough that they rested on the tops of my bare feet. "You might have to wait, but I don't want to hear anything from you. Do you need a gag to keep you quiet?"

"No, sir. I can be quiet."

"All right then. Stand there until Sam and Lee are ready for you."

He went out and when the door closed, I heard him lock it. I looked around the room as I waited and wished all the lights were on. Most of the room was in shadows and curtains hid other parts of it. The curtains had been drawn back on one corner revealing a bed and a bathroom with a sink, toilet and huge shower stall with clear glass walls. Would I be using that today? Time passed and I got quickly bored, so I shifted my weight from one foot to the other as my nervousness of what I'd have to do made me impatient to get started.

Finally, I heard the door unlock and Sam and Lee came in with Jordan following. Lee wore jeans and a sweatshirt and I wondered if she'd be in the pictures today. Lee and Sam walked in front of me and while Lee watched, Sam adjusted a light to shine directly on the front of my body.

Lee pointed to my newly-shaven crotch and said, "He's clean. Looks like he can follow directions when someone isn't watching."

Her intense scrutiny of my naked body made my face red and I wanted to turn away, but I knew better not to.

She saw my face flush and laughed. "Look at how modest he is, yet." To me, she said, "What's wrong, Little Boy? Think you have anything to hide after last week?"

"No, Miss. I'm just not used to doing this yet."

Lee laughed again and patted my cheek. "Don't worry. You'll get used to being naked soon enough. All it takes is practice and you'll get lots of that."

Sam laughed, too and said, "All right, Jordan. We're done with you for now. Get changed and into position. I want to get started."

Jordan said, "Yes, Ma'am."

Lee said, "What we're going to do today is tie your ankles and wrists with rope. Then you'll lie on the bed and you'll free yourself while we make a video of it. That shouldn't be too hard, should it?"

I smiled a little. That's all? I could do that easy. "No, Miss."

"Good." She unlocked my cuffs and said, "Put the pajamas on first and move over to the bed."

"Yes, Miss." I pulled on my pajamas and relaxed a little when my body was covered, reducing my self-consciousness.

I stood in front of the bed as Sam adjusted lights and put on some makeup on me again. She stood back and said, "That looks good. Lie on the bed while I finish the lights."

I stretched out on the bedspread and got comfortable while she fussed with the lights and her meter. From the shadows, Jordan walked into the light. When I could see him clearly, I sat up in surprise.

Before, he had worn tight leather shorts, but now he was naked and had fastened leather cuffs around his wrists and ankles. What surprised me was that he had a loop of gold wire dangling from each nipple and his penis was inside a plastic tube that somehow was locked around his genitals. I could see a small brass padlock attached in front of his shaved crotch. The tube was shaped so that it could only point toward the floor and had an opening in the end. It looked uncomfortable and I couldn't imagine why he was wearing it. When I wondered what would happen if he got an erection, the purpose of the tube dawned on me. It'd be almost impossible for him to get hard and even if he did, he couldn't rub his penis because it was encased in hard plastic. How long he been wearing that thing?

Sam pointed at the Saint Andrew's cross and said, "Over there, Jordan. I want you out of the way until I need you."

"Yes, Ma'am."

Jordan silently walked to the cross and put his hands and ankles in position so he could be bond. Standing on tiptoes, Lee attached the cuffs Jordan wore to the cross and then she and Sam ignored Jordan completely.

Sam made more adjustments to the lights and said to me, "All right, get up. Lee will tell you what to do."

I stood beside the bed while Lee laid out two lengths of rope and a red bandana. "What I'm going to do is tie your hands behind your back and gag you. Then, you'll lie on the bed and escape. When Sam tells you to start, you'll push your hands past your butt so you can reach your ankles and then pull your feet though so you can get your hands in front of you. Then you'll take the gag out and pull the knots loose using your teeth. I'll give you some slack, but you'll have to work at it to get free. Understand?"

"Yes, Miss."

"You have to pretend you're in a room by yourself and not look directly at the camera. As far as you're concerned, it's not there. Each time you look at it, you'll earn some punishment because if you do, we'll have to retake your escape." She picked up a rope from the bed. "Now, turn around put your hands behind your back."

When I did, she tied my wrists together, but wrapped the rope around between them many times so they weren't too close together. Then she pulled the bandana around my head and I opened my mouth so she could pull the fabric between my teeth.

"Lay on the bed now and I'll do your ankles."

In less than a minute, my ankles were bound and I was lying on my side looking up at Sam and the camera.

Same said, "Look away from the camera." I tipped my head to stare at the wall. "We'll start right now."

As soon as she said, 'now', I began to struggle to get my hands around my butt to my feet. It wasn't easy, but I succeeded and reached the knots on my ankles, which were not tied too tightly. As soon as I had that rope off, I pulled my legs through the loop made by my arms so my hands were in front of me. Pulling the gag loose, I tore at the knots with my teeth and freed my hands. I tossed the rope on the floor and stood up.

Sam said, "All right. Lee, take care of him."

Lee picked up the ankle and handcuffs. She pushed one of my shoulders and I turned to face away from her and put my hands behind my back.

"Good. You're learning what to do without being told." She locked the manacles on my wrists and ankles and went to watch what Sam had recorded.

When they finished, Sam said, "That's good for a first shot. He only looked at the camera four times. We'll have to do it again, but he'll get better as he goes along."

Lee said, "He'd better." She picked up a short paddle from a table and walked up behind me. "Bend over. You need some reminders not to look at the camera."

"No, wait, Miss. Please. Give me another try. I'll do better next time."

"I know you will. But this is for the last time. Bend over or do you want more than four for holding up our shooting?"

I gave up and bent over. "No, Miss. I'm sorry."

"That's more like it."

Lee swatted me on the butt four times. They hurt, but not as much as I thought they would. When I straightened up, she took off the handcuffs and retied my wrists. After she put the gag back in, she pushed me down on the bed, unlocked the ankle cuffs and retied my ankles.

Sam said, "Ready to start, now."

I freed myself again, which wasn't any easier than the first time while I concentrated on not looking in Sam's direction and stood beside the bed. Lee came up to me holding the handcuffs.

"Take your pajama top off and turn around."

"Yes, Miss." And I peeled of my shirt and laid it on the bed.

After she had chained me again, she watched the video with Sam.

"Looks good. We'll do it again only you'll wear just the pajama bottoms."

"Yes, Miss." And we repeated the video.

When I had escaped, Lee said, "Take off the pajama bottom and turn around."

My faced flushed a little, but I pulled the pants off and quickly turned my back to Lee to hide my nakedness and put my hands behind my back so she could put the cuffs on.

After watching the video, Sam said, "That was a good take, David. You're getting better at this. We'll make you a vid star yet."

Lee said, "We'll do it again. Once with you wearing the boxer underwear and then the briefs." She unlocked the cuffs and I put on the boxers.

I freed myself two more times and stood handcuffed and naked between each take while Lee and Sam watched the videos.

Sam said, "David, you took one glace at the camera on that last one, but fortunately for you we can edit it out. Those were practice for the grand finale. You'll do this naked and if you can, with an erection. Can you do that?"

"I can try, Ma'am." Actually, I thought I probably could since I'd gotten semi erect each time, Lee tied me up.

Lee said, "We'll see." She unlocked the cuffs and pointed at the bed. "Sit there and I'll tie your ankles first." When she finished, she pulled on my arm to get me to stand. "Open your mouth so I can put the gag in."

"Yes, Miss." I opened my mouth and she tied the gag in place, although I could have done it since my hands were free.

"All right. Get hard and as soon as you do, I'll tie your hands and Sam can start shooting."

The only way I could think of to get an erection was to masturbate. Although they had seen my erect penis before and seen Jordan masturbate me, I'd never had to do it myself while someone else watched. When I hesitated, Lee picked up her paddle. Half-panicked, I closed my eyes to help me pretend I was alone and began to stroke my partly hard penis. I thought about the sexiest things from my fantasies and after quite a bit of work, I was erect.

Lee said, "About time. Hands behind your back. Hurry up. I don't want to waste this."

She quickly tied my hands and pushed me over onto the bed. Sam said, "Go, David. Get yourself untied."

Unlike the last times, which were somewhat half-hearted, I threw myself into the effort and thrashed all over the bed, twisting and turning to reach the knots. In spite of my efforts, or maybe because of them, I lost my erection a few minutes before I got my wrists completely untied.

I stood beside the bed, breathing hard from my exertions while Lee locked the cuffs on me again.

Sam watched the video and said, "That's a good take. Too bad you couldn't have kept an erection the whole time, but we can take care of that later. These vids will bring a lot of money in from the boy bondage crowd. We'll charge more as he has fewer clothes on. The nude escapes will cost them a lot. David, this will launch your career."

I had no idea what to say, but I smiled and said, "Yes, Ma'am. If you say so."

"I do say so. Lee, get Jordan while I get set up again. David has earned his reward.

Chapter Nine

Lee walked over to the St. Andrew's cross and unlocked Jordan's cuffs. "You know what to do. Keep in mind this will be a video and there are no remakes."

"Yes, Miss." Jordan walked over to me and taking my arm, he directed me to the huge shower stall. "I'm going to give you a shower and at the same time, you'll get an emema. Did you follow instructions for this morning?"

"Yes, sir. I gave myself two like you said, but the last one sort of made me sick to my stomach."

"Sometimes that happens. In time, you'll get used to it. You'll have to. Clients pay a lot for that sort of thing and I'm sure you'll have opportunities to perform that way frequently. There's a toilet over there if you have to puke."

"Yes, sir."

"The enemas you had this morning will make this easier. You should thank me."

"Yes, sir. Thank you, sir." I had no idea what he was talking about and his last comment made me nervous, but I still thanked him because he expected it. Make what easier? My good mood evaporated and I hoped that whatever he was going to do wouldn't hurt too much.

In front of the open shower stall was a small table with a number of familiar and unfamiliar things on it. Picking up a pair of heavy, black leather cuffs, he strapped one around each wrist. Next, he held up an oddly shaped butt plug with a tube hanging from one end.

He said, "This is a special butt plug for giving enemas. It has a tube running through it so that water can flow through it. Also, once it's in, it inflates like the one you have, sealing you up so you can't push the water out. You've been using the butt plug I gave you, haven't you?"

"Yes, sir, I have, but this one's a lot bigger."

"I know. That's the idea. If you've been using the other one, you can take this one." Turning me around, he said, "Spread your legs and bend over."

I did and said, "Yes, sir. But…"

Jordan slapped my bare butt. "Be quiet and do as you're told."

I yelped and said, "Yes, sir." And clenched my jaw closed to remind myself not to talk.

Jordan took a tube of lubricant, spread a glop on the end of the plug and spread it around. Pulling one butt cheek to the side, he pressed the end of the plug against my sphincter muscle.

"This will work better if you push against the plug as if you're trying to go to the bathroom. I'll take my time pushing it in and it may hurt for a short time, but it is going in. Understand?"

"Yes sir. I'll try, sir."

As I felt the pressure of the slippery plastic and rubber pushing against my resisting muscle, I tightly gripped my thighs above my knees. Jordan would push it partway in and then let it slide most of the way out before he pushed it in again. Each time he forced it in a little farther and slowly the pain built. When I groaned, he stopped and held it.

"It's almost all the way in. Just relax and let it in the way. Once it's past the large part, it won't hurt anymore. Are you ready?"

I was panting slightly and felt my stomach churning with the fear of the pain I knew was coming, but I said, "Yes, sir. I'm ready."

With one firm motion, Jordan drove the plug the rest of the way inside of me. I felt like I was being torn apart and a small shriek escaped before I could clamp my jaw shut and hold my breath to keep it in. Then the thickest part passed my sphincter muscle and it felt as if it had been pulled inside of me, the pain dropped and I started breathing normally again.

"That's good. You just need to stretch that muscle more. Stand up and step into the shower."

When I did, he pulled my wrists over my head and fastened the leather cuffs to a pair of dangling chains. He adjusted the length so my hands were about a foot [30 cm] over my head and my arms were bent. The shower was large enough that he could move around me and reach any part of my body. Taking hot water bottle from the table he filled it until it bulged out and sealed it with a cap that had a long rubber hose attached to it. He hung the water bottle upside down from the same chains holding my wrists and connected the end of the hose to the tube that ran through the butt plug. Grabbing the bulb hanging from the butt plug, he pumped air into the butt plug. I felt it expand inside of me and enjoyed the feeling for a short time before the increasing pressure became uncomfortable. When I moaned, he stopped.

"That should be enough. You're going to take two quarts [~2 liter] and I don't want it leaking out."

"Please, sir. I don't think I can hold all that."

"Yes you can. The enemas you had this morning cleaned you out so there'll be enough room for it all go in."

"Yes, sir. I'll try, sir."

"I know you will. You don't have any choice." He reached behind me a I heard a snap. "I'll give you a little at a time to start with. More later."

I felt the water begin to flow into my rectum. At first, I enjoyed it, and felt my penis begin to enlarge as the water pressed against my prostate, but it quickly became uncomfortable and I shifted my weight from foot to foot.

Jordan snapped the valve closed. "That's enough for now. Turn around and I'll start with your back."

I faced away from the camera that Lee had aimed into the shower and relaxed as much as I could as Jordan began to shampoo my hair. He rinsed it using a handheld shower nozzle attached to a long hose. Then he filled his hand with liquid soap and began to wash me from the neck down. The feeling of his hands sliding over my wet skin felt really nice and I would have enjoyed it more if I didn't have the uncomfortable butt plug in place and water pressure.

Jordan set the bottle down and stopped when he got to my waist. "Now you need more water." He snapped open the valve and let the water flow again.

While he had been washing me, the pressure had let off, but now as more entered, I began to feel like a balloon being blown up. Jordan kept the water running even after I started to squirm and pull on my bound wrists trying to get relief from the increasing pain. Just when a groan of pain was about to escape from me, a growling came from deep in my abdomen and the pain dropped to mild discomfort.

"Good that's what's supposed to happen. Your large intestine muscles have relaxed and let more water in. You've almost taken the full two quarts [~2 liter]. Just a little to go."

He let the water run as he dropped to one knee and soaped my butt and the back of my legs. When he stood up, he squeezed the almost empty bag giving me one more shot of water, increasing my discomfort.

"Empty. Nothing to it. Maybe you can hold more next time. I have to clamp off the tube and we can continue."

I heard the clamp click again and Jordan took down the empty bag and dropped on the floor of the shower. At the same time, I pushed against the water and found none would come out. The butt plug really did seal me completely. What would happen with all that water inside of me?

Jordan put one hand on either side of my chest and said, "Turn around. I have to do the front of you next. As I do don't look at the camera. It's not there. Understand?"

"Yes, sir." As he pushed with his hands, I turned to face the camera and tried not to look directly at it.

He began to soap the front of my body, running his hands over my wet slippery skin. I enjoyed the sensation until his hands moved over my tight abdomen. When he pressed there, he caused a sharp pain because the water inside me and I looked down. To my surprise, my lower belly bulged out and Jordan was not to gently running his hands over it.

Dropping to one knee, he applied liquid soap to my penis and began to rub it and my scrotum. As he did, he deliberately stroked the most sensitive parts and I slowly got an erection. When I was fully hard, he rinsed off that part of my body. "Have you ever used a condom?"

His question surprised me and I hesitated before answering. "No, sir."

"Let's have faster answers than that. You know what one is don't you?"

"Yes, sir. They talked about them at school in heath class. I've seen pictures, but not a real one."

Jordan picked up a small package from the table. "All right then. This is a smaller size than usual so it will fit you. Here's how they go on. Watch."

Holding it up so I could see it easily, he opened the package, took it out and showed me how to put it on. The feeling I got when hen he unrolled it down the length of my penis was wonderful. He began to stroke my rubber sheathed penis and the tension that leads to an orgasm rose rapidly. Then he quit.

Laughing, he started to soap my body again. "Not yet. We have a ways to go."

For the next few minutes, he'd wash a part of me, then masturbate me only to quit and begin washing again. Finally he finished and taking a towel, dried me off.

Lee said, "That was well done. I don't think he looked at the camera once. We have a client who'll pay a lot for this video. You've just earned a big payday. Get him down, Jordan and you can leave."

"Yes, miss."

Lee and Sam left the room as Jordan unfastened the chain around the cuffs on my wrists and then took them off. He picked up the enema bag and dried it off with the towel.

"All right, you can get dressed now."

"But, sir, what about the butt plug and condom."

"Leave them. You can take care of them when you get home. Now, get dressed. If I have to tell you again, you'll regret it."

"Yes, sir." I followed him to the lockers, walking carefully. The butt plug pressed on my rectum on each step and I could feel the water moving around inside, wanting to escape.

Jordan opened my locker and I pulled my clothes out and dressed, but I didn't put on my underwear. Taking my bag, I gathered up the rest of my clothes and stuffed them in. I slipped my sandals on just as Jordan had finished dressing and handed me a plastic shopping bag.

"Here is the enema bag and hose along with a supply of condoms. Practice with taking enemas and using the butt plug so you can hold two quarts [~2 liter] easily. Also, experiment with the condoms. You'll be expected to use them in the future and you can't look like you never used one."

"Yes, sir. Please, sir can I empty out the water. It's uncomfortable."

"No. Do it at home. Let's go."

He led me out to his car and opened the door. Slowly, I sat on the edge of the seat, but as I sat down the pressure of the water increased. Leaning back as far as I could I managed to get in, although sitting down pushed the butt plug into me farther.

I got the door closed and Jordan drove toward my house. Gathering up my courage because I knew he didn't like me asking questions, I asked, "Sir, may I ask you something?"

"Yeah, go ahead,"

"Why are you wearing that plastic thing on your penis and what are the gold wires hanging from your nipples for?"

"The plastic thing as you call it is a chastity device so I can't have sex unless I've been given permission from Sam. She is my mistress and has control over that."

"Yes, sir. What about the gold wires."

"They show who I belong to and what experience I have. The one on the left has the number of my mistress and the one on the right has code letters that tell other mistresses what I can do."

"I don't understand. They make you wear them?"

"That's right. When my mistress tells me to do something, I have to do it. She's in control."

"Sir, what if you don't?"

"Then I'll be punished."

"But do you have to do it?"

"Yes. My mistress has pictures and videos of me having sex with boys your age. If those were turned over to the police, I'd go to prison for a long time. Anyway, I like having my mistress control my life."

"Yes, sir." While he talked, I moved restlessly over the seat trying to find a comfortable way of sitting.

"Hold still. You're almost home."

"Yes, sir."

"I suspect that you'll be horny enough to use your equipment and get some relief as soon as you get in the door. Isn't that what happened the last time?"

"Yes, sir it is."

"Good, that's what's you're supposed to do. That's why you haven't been allowed to have an orgasm the last few times. Also, I've given you equipment so you can practice with it during the week. Is that what you've been doing?"

"Yes, sir. I used it a lot last week."

Jordan laughed. "You'll be good at this with all that practice. Not that you have any choice." He stopped in front of my house. "Here you go. Check your email for instructions." He laughed again and patted me on stomach making me moan and double over. "Enjoy yourself."

I got out and with great effort walked to the front door. As soon as I got inside, I sprinted for the bathroom pulling my shorts down as I went.

Crouching over the toilet, I let the air out of the butt plug and yanked it out even though it hurt so bad I yelled. A flood of water followed it and I dropped down onto the toilet seat and let it run into the bowl. I was just able to hold on to the plug to keep it from going into the toilet, too. Pulling the condom off my now soft penis let me empty my bladder and as things went back to normal, I sighed with relief.

After sitting for a few minutes to recover, I cleaned myself off, flushed the toilet and checked to be sure everything was cleaned up before I went to my room. Setting the shopping bag on my desk, I opened it and took out the enema bag and box of condoms. There were three dozen condoms in the box. Opening it, I pulled a out package and examined it, reading the information on the outside. I tore the wrapper off and took out the rubber circle. As soon as I did, my penis jumped up fully erect.

Getting up, I closed the door and locked it. Then I pulled my clothes off and unrolled the condom down my penis. It felt as good as the first time. When I began to masturbate, I enjoyed the different sensation it gave me. For some reason, even though I really wanted a quick orgasm, it took me longer than usual. I discovered that the end of the condom caught my semen so I didn't have to clean up afterward. My only problem was figuring out what to do with the used condoms so dad wouldn't see them and ask questions.

Thirty-five more in the box. This was going to be an interesting week as I tried them out. How many ways could they be used? I'd have to experiment – a lot.

Chapter Ten

In spite of my curiosity about trying the condoms in as many ways as I could think of, there were still 29 left in the box on Friday. I used three on the first day and two the second. Even though I enjoyed the sensation of rolling one down my erect penis, masturbating wasn't as satisfying when I wore one than when I didn't. I stopped using them on Wednesday, thinking I'd save them in case Jordan told me I had to have one for a session.

I used the enema bag several times that week and found that I could take the entire two quarts [~2 liter] without too much trouble if I let the water run slowly. The inflatable enema butt plug was something else again. No matter how much I tried, it hurt so much when I got it partway in, I couldn't make myself push hard enough to finish the job. After the enema bag had drained into me, I used my original inflatable butt plug to keep the water in until it became uncomfortable and I had to let it out.

Friday afternoon when I was beginning to think I wouldn't have a session the next day, I finally got an email from Jordan.

David, I'll pick you up on Saturday at 1:00. I told your dad we were going to the museum to see the new art show. He said that was a good idea because he thought at your age, you needed some new experiences. I'm sure you'll have some new experiences tomorrow. Shower well and be absolutely clean. Shave and give yourself an enema at about noon. It doesn't matter what you wear. The woman who measured you two weeks ago will be running this session and she is extremely demanding. Keep that in mind if you know what's good for you.

Your new best friend.

His warning made me shiver a little with fear, but I thought I had enough practice following orders that I'd be okay. And anyway, I was looking forward to the new experiences Jordan promised. There didn't seem to be any end to the things they wanted me to do and my curiosity and sexual desire had been piqued. I wrote back:

Yes, Sir. I understand and I'll follow instructions. Thank you, sir.

David.

When Dad came home from work, he mentioned going to the museum with Jordan and even had some publicity brochures about the exhibit the museum had been handing out. I took them to read so I'd get an idea of what it was about in case he asked me what it was like after Jordan and I supposedly went.

As usual, Dad headed off to play golf at about nine o'clock and told me to enjoy the museum with Jordan. At noon, I gave myself the enema then took a long shower with lots of soap, shaved, washed my hair and brushed my teeth.

Jordan pulled up at one o'clock and I trotted down the sidewalk to get in his car. I hooked my seat belt and without thinking, I glanced at his crotch.

He saw my glance and said, "I'm wearing it. Only Mistress Sam can take it off and she hasn't for a while. And before you ask, yes, I'm wearing my nipple piercings.

My face flushed and I was afraid I'd done something wrong. "I'm sorry, Sir. I shouldn't have looked."

"That's all right. I'm sure you're curious. You'll find out more about both of them later. Now be quiet."

"Yes, Sir." What did he mean I'd find out more later? I was curious and a little worried at the same time, but I knew better than to ask.

At Sam's, Jordan led me through the empty store to the studio far in the back. When we went in, he pointed at an open locker. I understood the command and undressed, hanging my clothes on the hooks inside and setting my shoes on the bottom. When I was naked, Jordan closed the door and put a lock on it.

"Stand over there under that light." When I did, he said, "You'll wait here until they're ready for you. Also, when someone tells you to 'Present' you'll stand with your feet about 18 inches [50 cm] apart and with your hands behind your head."

"Yes, Sir."

"Let's see then. Present!"

I got into position and waited while he walked around me, adjusting my arms and legs.

"That's good. When someone tells you to 'Stand', you'll put your arms down and hold your hands against the sides of your thighs. Never use your hands to cover your genitals. Understand?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Let's see it then. Stand!"

He checked my position and repeated the commands more than ten times, checking me each time.

"It looks good. Stand!" When I did, he said, "Stay that way and be silent until Sam or Lee tells you otherwise."

"Yes, Sir."

After only a few minutes, I heard voices and activity behind me. Sam and Lee along with a woman's voice I didn't recognize were giving orders to Jordan who sounded as if he was moving furniture around. Several times, my curiosity got so strong, I almost turned around, but I managed to keep looking forward directly opposite of what was going on behind me.

Finally, Sam, Lee who was wearing a white robe and the woman who measured me two weeks ago walked around to stand in front of me. Jordan, now naked followed and stood behind them.

Lee said, "This is Mistress Olga. She will be directing this shoot while Sam takes pictures. You will follow her directions as if they were mine or Sam's. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Miss."

Olga stepped forward and thumped my bare chest with a thick finger. "You'd better because you'll find that I have little patience with uncooperative models. Especially kids."

I didn't know if I should say anything because she didn't ask me a question, but from the angry aggressive look on her face, I decided to play it safe. "Yes, Mistress Olga. I'll do my best."

She sneered. "I know you will. If not, you'll regret it." Turning to Lee, she pointed at Jordan. "Get that one out of the way until I need him. Sam, put makeup on this one. I want to get started."

Lee led Jordan to the St. Andrew's cross, strapped thick leather cuffs on his ankles and wrists and locked them to the arms of the cross. Sam got her kit and applied makeup to my face and then put light streaks through my hair.

When Sam was done, she took my elbow pushed me ahead of her to stand in front of a cloth backdrop that looked like a stone wall. She turned me around to face the cameras she had set up.

"Stand. And lift your head so I can adjust the lights."

I almost forgot to respond to the command, but got into position quickly enough that she didn't say anything. After a few minutes of moving lights and cameras around, she said, "Olga, we're ready to start."

Olga walked up beside Sam. "It's about time. You, boy. Do you know what stocks are?"

I'd seen some on a web page when I was surfing to find pictures of boys tied up, so I said, "Yes, Mistress Olga."

"Good, because that's what you're going be locked into today. Sam has a contract with a customer that wants pictures and video of a boy in stocks. Making and selling bondage stocks is what I do and I wouldn't normally do this with a kid, but Sam's customer is paying a lot of money for it. Do as you are told so I can get this done and you'll get a reward. Is that clear?"

"Yes, Mistress Olga."

To Sam she said, "Is he where he's supposed to be so you can take good pictures?"

"Yes. I'm ready when you are."

"All right then."

From a stack, she lifted a stock with holes cut to fit around my neck and wrists. Opening the two halves, she put it over my head and I fitted my wrists in the holes. She closed the boards and put a locking bolt through it to keep it from opening. While she locked me in, Sam took off her robe and hung it on a chair. She wore the black bikini made of shiny material she had worn before and she picked up a black leather, riding crop from the table.

Lee posed beside me with the crop raised as if she were going to beat me. "Look scared. If you can't pretend, I can make it real."

I didn't need any more prodding than that and the expression I put one was of real fear. Mistress Olga locked me into all sorts of different stocks for the next two hours while Lee threatened me with the crop. When I started to get tired and didn't move fast enough, she whipped it across my bare butt to get me to move. Fortunately, she didn't hit me too hard and it served more as a reminder than punishment.

As much as I liked being locked in the stocks, I didn't get an erection because of the constant threat from Lee. Also, the stocks were heavy and uncomfortable, but I didn't have to wear any too long. Mistress Olga made stocks that would hold me in all kinds of positions. Stocks that held my ankles and wrists at the same time and one she called a yoke that went around my neck and held my wrists in front of my chest where particularly uncomfortable. I thought she had run out of different kinds when she held up a small board with a hole that looked to be a little bigger than an inch [2½ cm] in it and bolts with wing nuts on them to pull the two halves together.

She stood in front of me and said, "Hold still. This will be the last one and if you move, I may get it on wrong. You wouldn't want that to happen, now?"

At the time, my wrists were held in a heavy post that went across my shoulders and back of my neck making me lean forward and I couldn't nod, so I said, "No Mistress Olga. I'll stand still."

She opened the small stocks, reached down with one hand and grasped my genitals with the other. Pulling them down and out hard enough to make me groan, she put them into the stocks and tightened the wing nuts. When she let go, the pain ceased, but having the wooden contraption locked around my most sensitive parts was extremely uncomfortable and humiliating.

Sam moved in with a hand-held camera took pictures as Lee moved me around, which was painful because in order to take a step my thighs had to push the stock out of position stretching my scrotum and forcing my testicles tightly into the bottom. After dozens of pictures, Mistress Olga removed all the stocks except the one around my penis and scrotum.

She grabbed the stock with one hand and pulled and twisted it, making me moan and wince. My hands were free and it took all my will power not to try to pull her hands away.

"Well, he's learning not to interfere. You always were a good teacher Sam. I'd like to leave this on, but it'll be in the way later. Present!"

When I snapped into position, to my relief, she loosened and removed the stock.

"Now the last one." She stepped into the shadows, uncovered a large wooden stock and pushed it into the light. "Here it is. My famous standing stocks. Ankles are locked at the bottom and neck and wrists at the top. Unlike other stocks, the prisoner has to stand straight and his entire body is exposed. Notice that it's adjustable for different heights and his feet are on a platform attached to the uprights so he can't push off from the floor to escape. My finest work."

She took my elbow and led me around to the back. Spreading the boards, she said, "Get in position. By now you should know what to do."

I ducked under the top boards, put my feet through the holes in the bottom and set my neck and wrists against the boars on top. Mistress Olga closed and locked the boards.

"How does that fit you, boy?"

"It's perfect, Mistress Olga." The holes were exactly the right size and it fit my height exactly because my chin rested on the top boards so I couldn't look down or up. I struggled mostly for show and said, "I'm completely helpless. Thank you, Mistress Olga."

"Good." Olga pointed at Jordan. "Get him down. I need him now."

Lee went to the cross, unlocked Jordan's cuffs and led him over to Olga. She said, "How long has it been since you came?"

"A little less than five weeks, Mistress Olga."

Olga slapped Jordan across the face twice. "Did I say I wanted an approximation?"

"No Mistress. I'm sorry, Mistress."

"Again."

"Mistress Sam put my chastity device on four weeks six days and three hours ago. I haven't had an orgasm since then."

"That's better. You may now reward David. Is that what you want to do?"

"Yes, Mistress. I'd like to do that."

"Good. Sam tells me you recruited David as a model. For that she has agreed to remove your chastity and let you jerk off while you reward David."

I saw a huge smile fill Jordan's face. But then Mistress Olga said, "But you can't come. If you do, you know the consequences." Jordan's face transformed into a look of terror.

"Please Mistress Olga. Not that. I can't."

Mistress Olga grinned. "I hope you can't because I'm looking forward to it."

Jordan dropped to his knees into a begging position. "Please, please, Mistress Olga. I've done everything anyone wanted of me. Please don't. Please, Mistress Sam, don't let her do this."

I didn't know what they were talking about, but from the expression on Jordan's face and his begging, even I got scared and felt my legs trembling. Whatever it was must be really bad.

Lee said, "Let's give him a chance. How about if you let him wear a condom?"

Mistress Olga frowned. "I suppose. He probably deserves that much, but that will take all of my fun out of it." To Jordan, she said, "Stand up. As much as I like seeing you crawl, Sam can't get your chastity off that way."

When Jordan stood, Sam pulled a small key on a chain from her pocket and unlocked the padlock on Jordan's chastity. She pulled it off and he was immediately erect. I was surprised at how big his penis was. It must have been seven inches [18 cm] or more in length and at least twice as thick as mine. Lee handed him a now-familiar package, which he opened and rolled down his shaft touching it as little as possible.

"Thank you, Mistress." Hesitating, he swallowed a few times and in a weak voice said, "Please, may I have another condom?"

All the women laughed and Olga slapped Jordan again. "Certainly. I'll get some fun out of this after all. What are you willing to pay for it?"

Jordan's face turned almost white and he whispered, "Stripes?"

Olga laughed again. "Ah, stripes. One of my favorites. How many?"

"Please, Mistress. Three?"

She slapped him again. "Coward. Just like all men. My lowest price is ten."

I had no idea what they were talking about, but from the happy expression on Lee's face, I could tell something painful was about to happen to Jordan and I hoped I wouldn't be part of it. My throat was dry and nervous sweat ran down the side of my chest from my armpits.

Sam said, "I think a compromise is in order. He did bring David to us and he's working out well. Also, Jordan has to go back to college in less than two weeks so we can't leave marks on him that might cause awkward questions.

Olga sighed heavily. "Oh, very well. Five then. That's as low as I'll go."

Jordan nodded. "Thank you mistress. Thank you."

She shrugged. "Whatever. Let's get this done before I start giving it away."

Jordan walked to a table, bent over, rested his chest on the top and gripped the opposite edge with both hands. Olga took the riding crop Lee had used posing with me in the stocks and stood behind him.

Raising the crop, she swung it at Jordan's bare butt with all her strength, making it whistle through the air. When it hit the soft flesh, Jordan screamed in agony as a red line appeared. She swung it four more times until there were five parallel lines that really did look like stripes across his skin from the top of his thighs almost to his lower back. Jordan's screams made gave me goose bumps and tears of sympathy rolled down my cheeks.

The beating Jordan got scared me, but the expression on Mistress Olga's face terrified me. She clearly enjoyed causing so much pain that she was hesitant to quit and almost hit Jordan a sixth time. I've never been so frightened of anyone in my life. The fact that she was a woman made it even worse.

She walked over to me, panting from the exertion and patted me on the butt with the riding crop. "Now you know what I like to do. Maybe you'll be next?"

I whispered, "No, please, Mistress Olga. I did everything you wanted me to do. And I always will."

"I know you will. Jordan has helped me out by giving you a demonstration of what happens when people don't do what they are told." She pointed the crop at Jordan. "Bring him over here. This should be good."

When he was standing in front of the stocks, Lee gave him another condom and he put on his still-erect penis over the first one he wore. I was surprised that the pain didn't make him lose it, but he'd been locked in the chastity device so long it was probably going to stay hard for a long time.

Olga hit him across the shoulders making him flinch. "Get started and you'd better be pulling as hard as you can while you do, or I'll add the other five stripes."

"Yes, Mistress Olga."

I didn't know what Jordan was going to do, but locked in the stocks, I was completely helpless and any part of my body was accessible to him. The only thing I hoped for was that it wouldn't hurt. It was supposed to be my reward, but after watching Jordan beaten, I had no idea what that meant anymore.

Jordan put his hands on my chest and rubbed my nipples. Then he dropped to his knees, letting his hands slide down my belly and round my back to grip my butt cheeks, one in each hand.

Because of how the stocks held my head, I couldn't look down to see what he would do next, but I felt my penis being moved around. When he squeezed my butt with one hand, I realized that if he was masturbating with the other hand, he had to be using his tongue on my penis. I'd seen men with another man's penis in their mouths in pictures on the web, but I never thought someone would to it to me. As soon understood what Jordan was doing, my penis jumped up as hard as it had ever been. Jordan sucked it into his warm, moist mouth and clamped his lips around it. At the same time, I felt his head jerking slightly as he masturbated.

The feeling was incredible and I wanted it to last, but I knew I couldn't. After less than a minute, I felt my orgasm building. I might have held out longer, but right then, Jordan drove his fingers deep between my butt cheeks and pressed on my anus, sliding one finger partway in. It was as if he pressed a button that set me off and my penis surged again and again. I felt Jordan's lips around my penis so I assumed he swallowed my semen as it came out. I thrashed in the stocks while I moaned on each surge.

Mistress Olga stepped up behind me and slapped my butt several time. "Is that it? You could only last a little over a minute."

Sam said, "He comes pretty fast. He's a beginner, remember. I'm sure he's never had a blow job before."

"I suppose not. Jordan, get up and Present"

When he did, she yanked the condoms off his penis and picked up his chastity device. I didn't see how she'd get it on since he still had an erection. Using her thumb and first finger, she grasped Jordan's penis just behind the head and squeezed hard. Jordan grimaced and almost doubled over, but managed to stay standing. To my surprise, in a few moments, he lost his erection and Mistress Olga roughly applied the chastity device and locked it.

She slapped him again and said, "I hope you enjoyed that. It was more than you deserved."

Mistress Olga slapped me again and kneed Jordan on his chastity device making him fall to the floor groaning. "Sam, you said you had some aged Scotch. I need some-a double. Let's go."

Olga followed Sam and Lee, who had slipped her robe on, out the door. As she went out, Sam said, "Jordan, clean up in here and then get out."

Jordan got up, leaving me locked in the stocks. Limping, he collected all of Mistress Olga's stocks and carried them out of the room, but I couldn't tell where he took them. After a few minutes, Jordan came out of the shadows dressed again and unlocked the stocks freeing me.

I walked over to the locker that had been opened and pulled my clothes on. Following Jordan out, I went out and got into the passenger seat of his car. Jordan opened the driver's door, gingerly sat down and started the engine.

As Jordan dove across town, I said, "Sir, may I ask a question?"

"Yeah. Go ahead."

"Why did you buy the second condom? I don't understand why you'd let Mistress Olga hit you like that. Couldn't you have done it with one?"

"If you've used the condoms I gave you last week, you must have noticed that they reduce how sensitive you are when you masturbate."

"Yes, Sir. I noticed that it was different, but I didn't know exactly why."

"Even though it's thin, the rubber puts a barrier between your hand and the skin of your penis. Putting a second one on reduces the sensitivity even more. I knew it would cost me to get the second one, but it was the only way I could keep from having an orgasm. Once before, Mistress Olga made me do something like that and when I had an orgasm, even though I did everything I could not to, she beat me severely. Taking a few stripes was nothing like what she would have done if couldn't control myself."

"Oh, I understand. Thank you for telling me, Sir."

As I said it, I hoped that I'd never be in a position like that. So far, no one had really hurt me the way Mistress Olga had hurt Jordan. How could I be sure that wouldn't happen?

Chapter Eleven

Jordan pulled up in front of my house. "Sir, my dad won't be home for at least another hour. I can put some first aid cream on your stripes if you want me to."

Jordan gripped the wheel and stared straight ahead. Finally, he said, "All right. You can do that for me."

Jordan lifted himself up off the seat to ease out of the car and followed me up the sidewalk. I unlocked the door and went right to my room.

When Jordan came in, I said, "Just a minute, Sir. The first aid cream is in the bathroom. I'll be right back."

I got the tube and went back to my room where Jordan waited, looking around. He took the tube from my hand and began to unfasten his belt.

"Sir, I can put it on for you if you want me to. I can reach them easier."

Jordan nodded, gave me the tube and dropped his pants. I unscrewed the cap and went behind him. The five welts were swollen and red and few of them were weeping clear fluid. I couldn't imagine how much they must hurt, but I was certain I didn't want to find out.

I squeezed out a glob of first aid cream on my finger and lightly spread it along the length of each injury. As soon as I touched the first welt, Jordan took a sharp breath, but didn't say anything after that. When I was done, he pulled his pants up.

As I put the cap back on, he turned around and said, "Thanks. I appreciate it. You did a good job today. Sam was pleased at how things went and Mistress Olga was, too although she'd never say it."

I felt my face flush from the unexpected compliment. "Thank you, Sir. I enjoyed this session. Especially the last part. I'm sorry you had to buy the second condom that way."

He shrugged. "Don't worry about it. I knew we wouldn't get out of that session without Olga handing out some punishment. She always does that. I'm glad she didn't do it to you."

My face got warmer and I thought it must be bright red by now. I didn't think Jordan even liked me, yet he was willing to take Mistress Olga's beating so she wouldn't hurt me.

"Thank you, Sir."

"Mistress Olga is different from other Mistresses you'll meet because she hates men, despises children and uses every opportunity to cause them pain. I was surprised she'd go to the trouble to make stocks to fit you. Sam must have paid her a lot of money to get her to do it. You should hope that you don't run into her again."

"Yes, Sir." He'd never talked about any of the photo sessions before so I pressed my luck and said, "Sir? About what you did at the end. That was amazing. I've never felt anything like that before. Thank you again, Sir."

He laughed. "I thought you'd like that."

"Yes, Sir. I did. I'd like to do it again."

"I'm sure you would. Since you helped me with the welts, how about now?"

"You mean here, in my room?"

"That's right. And not only that, if you have your butt plug and some rope, I'll show you how it can be even better."

I found that hard to believe, but with the memory of the last time still fresh in my memory, I was willing to try almost anything. I grinned and said, "Yes, Sir! I can hardly wait."

I ran out of my room and got the plug, my tube of lubricant and half a dozen pieces of rope. Running back to my room, I found that Jordan had pulled the bedspread and blankets off my bed down to the bare mattress.

"Give me that stuff and get undressed."

"Yes, sir."

I practically tore my clothes getting them off and in less that fifteen seconds, I stood naked before Jordan in the 'Present' position.

Jordan laughed. "You're learning. Lie on the bed with your arms out wide."

When I did, he tied a rope around each wrist, then to the bed frame where I couldn't reach the knots. He tied a rope around each ankle and pulled my legs up almost as high as my head, spreading them wide and then tying the ends of the rope to the headboard to hold me so my hips were rolled up, exposing my anus and genitals. The position was awkward, but not particularly uncomfortable. Looking down, I was surprised I didn't have an erection yet.

Jordan picked up the butt plug and applied lubrication to the end of it. "Do you have a hard time getting this in?"

"No, Sir. It hurts a little when the big part goes through, but it's not too bad."

He pressed the blunt end against my anus and began to push it past the resisting muscle. "That's good, because I don't have all day to work this in gently." With one motion, he drove it all the way in, making me yelp and rock my hips.

"There. Now I can get to work."

Jordan crawled onto my bed and knelt between my upraised legs. Bending over, he took my soft penis into his mouth and ran his tongue around the head. Almost instantly, I was fully erect and had begun to pant from the intensity of the pleasure he was giving me. As he encircled the shaft with his lips, he pumped up the butt plug putting pressure on my prostate gland, which shot wonderful sensations into my penis. Next, he turned the vibrator on full, grabbed the bottom of the plug with the fingers of one hand and rotated it around in my rectum.

The first time at Sam's, I couldn't see what he was doing because of the stocks around my neck blocked my view. Seeing it happen raised the intensity of the thrills I was getting several notches up. I watched as my penis disappeared and reappeared between his lips breathing faster and faster. When he pulled away, letting my penis almost come out of his mouth, he'd swirl his tongue around the head just under the glans.

The stimulation from both areas was driving me crazy and I didn't last a minute! When I had my orgasm, I screamed a little as each spurt pumped out of my penis into Jordan's mouth. When I was dry, he got off my bed and let me catch my breath. When I'd done that, he untied me and helped me to my feet.

"I assume you can clean up by yourself."

"Yes, Sir. And thank you, Sir. In the motel, when you masturbated me, you said there were things that would feel better than that. I didn't believe you then, but I do now. This was the greatest thing ever."

"So you want to do it again?"

"Yes, Sir. Any time."

"I think that you'll probably have more opportunities."

"Thank you, Sir. I hope so." I hesitated for a minute and then asked a question that had been bothering me. "Sir, what does it taste like? Is it good?"

"Semen? It's not bad. It's sort of salty and sweet at the same time. Why?"

"I was curious. That's all."

"You know what happens to people with too much curiosity, don't you?"

"No, Sir. Not really."

"Keep being curious and you may find out." He smiled and nodded. "I've got to go. Check your email."

As Jordan left, I looked around my room and wondered what to do next. I also wondered about the meaning of his last comment.

Without getting dressed or even taking the butt plug out, I straightened up my room. When that was done, I eased the plug out, cleaned it off and put it away. Then got a clean towel, took a shower and got dressed.

That night, I lay in bed thinking about what had happened today. I'd seen pictures on the web of men doing that and I thought it was disgusting, but now I understood why they did.

The next morning, I woke up with an erection and a vague memory of a nice dream. Reaching down, I stroked my penis and rolled my testicles around. Out of habit, I stroked my penis and as I remembered the sensation of Jordan's mouth on it, I began a vigorous masturbation session. When I had my orgasm, I was disappointed. It was nothing at all like the one I had with Jordan. It was such a letdown that I didn't masturbate for the next three days, waiting until the urge built up, hoping that delaying it would make it more satisfying. It was, but it was still a long way from Jordan's. Even adding the butt plug and using some of my other equipment didn't make it anywhere near as good.

Thursday night, I got an email from Jordan:

I'll pick you up Saturday at noon. I'm leaving for school next week and your dad thinks we're going out to have lunch together one last time before I go. He's happy that I took an interest in you this summer and became you mentor. He'd like me to continue through the school year and then next summer.

This session with Sam will be short and you don't have to do anything to prepare other than shower and shave as usual. Sam says to tell you, it will be an educational experience so come prepared to learn something new.

Your best friend.

Yes, Sir. I'll do that. I'll tell Dad we're going to the Olive Garden restaurant, if that's OK with you. I'll be ready at noon, Sir. Thank you for being my mentor this summer. I'd like you to keep doing that. Thank you for offering.

David.

I said I would and ran out to Jordan's car. He drove to Sam's without saying anything to me, which was unusual, but he seemed preoccupied.

I silently followed him to the back studio where he opened the doors to two lockers. I took that as my usual cue and began to undress, hanging my clothes up. When I looked, he was doing the same. When we were both naked, I saw he wore the chastity device and the gold loops through his nipples.

He closed the lockers and snapped locks on them. Taking my elbow, he led me to the huge shower we'd used the week before. Sam had already set up cameras and lights around it.

Turning me so I faced the inside of the shower, he said, "Present. And stay that way until you're told otherwise."

Putting my hands behind my head and spreading my feet, I said, "Yes, Sir."

I stood for a few minutes before I heard activity behind me and the voices of Sam and Lee. Sam pushed Jordan into the shower where she fastened his hands over his head by attaching chains to the leather wrist cuffs he now wore.

Lee walked up beside me wearing a long while robe. "I hope you paid attention last week when Jordan gave you a shower because you'll give him one this week. Can you do that or do you have any questions? Once you start, you're on your own and it had better be right."

I enjoyed Jordan giving me a shower last week so I was sure I could remember what to do. "I can do that, Miss."

"Good. You know where everything is. Start on his back and then the front. Sam will make a video and you are not to look at the camera at any time. Understand?"

"Yes, Miss."

"I'm not going to chain you, so I expect you'll behave. If you don't, you'll be punished. Can you manage that?"

"Yes, Miss. I don't need the chains."

"Get started then."

Jordan turned around so his back was toward me. I took the flexible showerhead, turned it on and adjusted the temperature. Taking a handful of liquid soap, I began washing his neck and shoulders. The soap and water made his skin slippery and smooth and I enjoyed the motion of my hands moving over his body.

As I worked my way down past his waist to his butt cheeks, I dropped to my knees so I could reach him better. I pulled one cheek to the side and using a lot of soap, I scrubbed the crack between them and his anus. I'd never seen that part of anyone's body close up and found that it wasn't what I thought it looked like at all. The last thing I did was push a soapy finger into his rectum. The muscle resisted and I pushed harder, hoping I didn't hurt him when I did.

Lee said, "Use two fingers. Quit being a wimp. Get them in there and clean him out."

"Yes, Miss."

I squirted another glob of liquid soap on my hand and forced two fingers past his sphincter muscle and worked them around, which made Jordan jump in surprise.

When I finished his legs, Jordan turned around to face me. I started on his shoulders again and worked down. Since I was so close to him, I examined the wire loops through his pierced nipples when I cleaned them. The left loop had four small cube-shaped gold beads with the numbers '3502' on them. The right loop had five similar beads with letters on them that didn't spell anything I could figure out.

I washed his belly and around his chastity device as well as I could. Dropping to my knees again, I washed his legs and each foot when he lifted it.

Lee said, "Stay where you are. I'll remove the chastity so you can wash there, too."

Taking off her robe she hung it up then stepped into the shower. She was barefoot and wore the bikini made of the back shiny material. With a small key, she unlocked the padlock and pulled the plastic tube off Jordan's penis, which immediately became erect. She then took off the ring that had encircled the base of his genitals. Jordan let out a sigh of relief as he was freed.

Pointing, Lee said, "Now finish up. Use a lot of soap and clean him well."

"Yes, Miss."

My face was less than two feet [60 cm] away from Jordan's erect penis and I was surprised at how big it seemed when I was that close. I'd seen it erect last week but it didn't look anywhere near as large as it did today.

I filled my hand with soap and began rubbing it into the shaft. I'd never touched anyone there before and so I took my time to be careful not to hurt him, but also going slowly so I could explore what a man's penis was like. Instead of being disgusted, I found myself overwhelmed with curiosity. The texture of the skin, its stiffness, how the veins stuck out, the shape of the head, its different colors and how hot it seemed fascinated me.

Lee said, "Get going. We don't have all day."

Reluctantly, I let go of his penis and worked on his scrotum. Rolling the testicles around was almost as interesting as his penis. Their shape, weight in my hand and how smoothly they moved around in the sack was intriguing and I couldn't help but compare them to mine. Obviously, I had a lot of growing to do.

Lee said, "That's enough. Rinse him off and let's get to the next part."

I used the hand shower nozzle to wash the soap off. "Yes, Miss."

When I turned it off, she tossed me a towel and said, "Get out of there, dry off and go over to the table near the St. Andrew's cross."

"Yes, Miss." I followed orders and went to the table, which was covered with chains cuffs and locks, some that I didn't recognize.

Lee came over and said, "Present."

When I did, she turned me so my back was to the table and began chaining my legs and arms. She put ankle cuffs on my legs that had a metal bar between them instead of chain, so my legs were held about two feet [60 cm] apart. Then she wrapped a chain made of flat links around my waist above my hips, but below my ribs. When she pulled it tight, it sunk deeply into the soft part of my belly so that I couldn't possibly get it off by sliding it down over my hips. On each side of the chain were fastened handcuffs. She put one wrist in each and clamped them closed so my hands were locked to the chain at my sides. Last, she put a heavy steel collar with a short piece of chain attached to it around my neck and locked it.

While Lee did that, Sam released Jordan's chains in the shower, led him the St. Andrew's cross and locked his cuffs on it spreading his arms and legs wide. Then she moved a few lights and the camera from the shower to the cross.

Sam said, "We're ready here. Bring him over."

Lee pulled on the chain with one hand and followed her lead, hobbling along, swinging one foot at a time forward. It wasn't easy, but I managed a slow walk that way.

With her other hand, Lee picked up a paddle, whip and riding crop from the table. When I saw that, I swallowed hard, promising myself to anything she ordered me to do as fast as I could.

Sam and Lee stood me directly in front of Jordan on the cross and forced me to kneel on the floor on a pad to protect my knees from the concrete floor.

While I waited, Sam moved her cameras and lights around. When she was satisfied, she said, "Did Jordan tell you that you were going to learn something new today."

"Yes, Ma'am. But I've learned something new at each session so far."

Sam laughed. "Well, good. I'm glad to advance your education. This time, Lee will be your teacher."

Lee pushed my shoulders from behind and Sam pulled the chain attached to the steel collar toward Jordan until she was able to lock to an eyebolt fastened to the wall, between Jordan's legs. My face was about six inches [15 cm] from the end of Jordan's erect penis.

I finally understood what Jordan meant last week about my curiosity! I was going to have to put Jordan's penis in my mouth and have sex with him. The idea disgusted me. I liked having Jordan do it to me, but I couldn't possible do it to him. I'd probably puke.

Lee said, "Lick his balls."

I shook my head. "No way."

Lee's paddle hit my bare butt with a loud smack. The sudden pain almost made me fall, but my legs and knees were splayed wide with the spreader bar and the chain on my collar kept my face in front of Jordan's erect penis and dangling scrotum. Nothing I could do would get me away from that part of his body. Tears started down my cheeks from the pain in my butt.

"Lick his balls. Unless you want more spanks."

I started to beg, "No please, I can't. I just can't. Please don't spank me. Please."

"I see you've forgotten how to address your superiors already. It's Miss Lee."

Sobbing more from fear than pain, I pleaded, "I'm sorry, Miss Lee. I don't want to be spanked. Please don't."

"Lick his balls then."

I tried to pull away, but my collar held me and so I couldn't. "No, please, I can't"

"Fine. But you've forgotten how to address me again. Since you don't want to be spanked, how about this instead?"

She whipped me across the back with her leather crop. A line of fire burned across my shoulders and I screamed in agony. I fell and started to choke as the chain pulled on the collar. Lee and Sam lifted me back into position.

Lee held the crop in front of my face. "Now, do you want more of my teaching method or are you going to lick his balls. And when you answer, you'd better say it right."

I was sobbing and coughing from almost being strangled, but I managed to choke out, "Yes, Miss, I'll do it."

She patted my sore butt with her crop. "Maybe you do know your place. Lick his balls."

As much as I didn't want to touch Jordan's genitals with any part of my mouth, doing that would be better than being beaten. I had just washed and shaved him so I tried to convince myself that licking his clean skin wouldn't be any worse than licking my own skin. Skin was skin after all. And anyway, he had done it to me and seemed to like it. How bad could it be?

Very tentatively, I put out my tongue and began licking Jordan's scrotum. It wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. It had a rough texture and smelled and tasted a little like soap.

Lee tapped me on the butt with her crop again. "Good. You're a natural. Now, suck one of his balls into your mouth. Then pull away and let it come out."

"Yes, Miss."

Tipping my head, I sucked one testicle into my mouth, making Jordan moan. As I pulled it behind my teeth, I was surprised at how big it felt in my mouth. It didn't seem that large just looking at it. I pulled my head back as far as I could and let it slide out between my lips with a pop caused by the suction.

"Good. Do the same to the other one."

"Yes Miss." And I sucked his other testicle into my mouth and let it come out.

"Now both."

"Yes Miss." I tried but I couldn't get them in my mouth at the same time. Lee grabbed Jordan's scrotum with one hand and stretched it so both testicles were forced tightly into the bottom. Then she shoved his scrotum into my mouth, completely filling it. I sucked them in and pulled away letting them come out. She repeated the process five or six more times.

"Very good. You're a ball sack sucker. Turn your face to the camera and answer my question: What are you?"

When I saw her raise her crop, I looked at Sam holding the video camera and said, "I'm a ball sack sucker."

"Now lick his dick."

"Yes Miss." I started licking one side of Jordan's penis, which made Jordan moan even more. I worked my way around, licking one side and then the other and finally the underside.

Lee grabbed my hair and turned my head toward the camera again. "Now, you're a dick-licker. What are you?"

I mumbled, "I'm a dick-licker, Miss."

She raised her crop."Louder. What are you?"

Seeing the crop come up, almost made me yell, "I'm a dick-licker, Miss."

"Good. Don't forget it. Now suck his cock. Do it the way he did it to you."

"Yes Miss."

She let go of my hair and I changed position so I could get my mouth over the top of Jordan's penis.

Very slowly, I put my mouth around the head of Jordan's penis and let the head slip past my lips. When I did, Jordan moaned loudly and thrust his hips forward, driving his penis deep into my mouth, almost to the point where I gagged.

And that's when it happened!

Jordan's penis fit perfectly in my mouth, like a plug into a socket. I wanted to hold it there and enjoy the hot, full feeling. That's where it belonged. I wanted to keep it inside my mouth forever. As I held it, I could feel the heartbeat throbbing through his penis on my tongue. The experience was amazing. I had no other word for it.

Lee slapped me smartly on the butt, and said, "Don't just hold it. Work on it. Video requires action."

I tightened my lips on his shaft and let it slide out of my mouth. As soon as I felt the ridge on the head of his penis touch the inside of my lips, I sucked it back in again. It was wonderful and I wanted to go on and on.

Without thinking much about it, I reached down and by twisting and straining against the chains, managed to grab my penis with one hand. It was hard and aching to be stroked. I rubbed it about three times and there was a stinging slap on my butt. I yelled and Jordan's penis fell out of my mouth.

Lee grabbed my hair and pulled my head around to face her. "Did I tell you that you could jerk off?"

"No, Miss. I'm sorry, Miss."

"You should be. Touch your dick again, and you'll pay for it." She turned my face to the camera. "Now, you're a cocksucker. What are you?"

"I'm a cocksucker, Miss."

"You like sucking cocks?"

What could I say? My erection gave the answer to that question. I said truthfully, "Yes Miss. I like sucking Jordan's cock."

"That's good, because it's been six weeks since Jordan has been able to cum. He's going to have a big load and he's going to shoot it into your mouth. What are you going to do then?"

The thought of Jordan's semen in my mouth made my stomach queasy, but last week he said it wasn't bad. Since I didn't have any choice, I hoped he was right and gave Lee the right answer.

"I'll swallow it, Miss."

Lee smiled and let go of my hair. "You're learning. Get back to work and keep going until you've sucked him dry."

"Yes Miss." I turned back, took Jordan's penis in my mouth again, and started to work it in and out stretching my lips wide and tightening around it as much as I could. It felt so good, that I almost forgot and reached for my own penis. I clenched my hands into fists, closed my eyes and concentrated on Jordan's penis.

Jordan thrust his hips into me faster and faster. Then it happened. Through his gag, Jordan screamed, "Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh,"

Hot jets of semen shot into my mouth. I was afraid of what it might taste like, but it was so far back in my throat, I couldn't taste much of anything as I swallowed. I started to suck, trying to pull out everything he had. After about six or eight spurts, he collapsed and hung from the cross gasping for air. I kept sucking his penis even as it started to go soft.

Lee grabbed my hair again and pulled my head away from Jordan. "Now you're a cocksucker and a cum eater. What are you?"

"I'm a cocksucker and a cum eater, Miss."

"That's right."

She unlocked the chain from the collar and she and Sam pulled me to my feet.

"Watch how Sam does this."

Sam walked up to Jordan and put his chastity device back on while she explained how it was done. When it was locked, she looked at me and said, "Understand how this works?"

"Yes Ma'am."

"That's good. Now, since you can't keep your hands where they belong we'll give you one to wear as punishment. Watch while Lee puts yours on."

I looked down and saw that my penis was still hard and wondered how she would get it on. Lee held up a two-piece clear plastic chastity like Jordan's. She fitted the ring around the back of my genitals and made some adjustments. Then she pinched my penis just behind the head and I quickly lost my erection.

"There goes your hard-on. I hope you enjoyed yourself today because that will be the last one you'll have until I say you can have another."

She slid the tube over my penis pushing encasing it in plastic, slid the pins in the ring through holes and snapped a lock into place. I was trapped.

Chapter Twelve

When I heard and felt the lock snap shut on the chastity device, I started to panic and pulled against the handcuffs and chains holding my arms. I yelped when a stinging slap hit my bare butt. As I danced in place as much as the ankle chains would let me, Lee grabbed my upper arm and pulled me around to face her. The sudden yank almost made me fall and caused the ankle cuffs to dig into my ankles, but I managed to stay on my feet.

Lee said, "Hold still. We aren't done yet." She raised the paddle for another swat. "Unless you want more."

"No, Miss."

Clenching my fists, I stood unmoving as Sam unfastened Jordan from the St. Andrew's cross and led him over to stand next to me.

She said, "Just a minute, Lee. Let me get a camera moved, then you can get into position."

Lifting a tripod, she carried a camera around so it was facing us and made some adjustments on the lights. "All right, I'm ready. Use the riding crop so their chastity devices will show."

As Jordan and I stood beside each other, Miss Lee used her riding crop to lift the chastity locked on us so Mistress Sam could take pictures. Some were from a distance, while others were close-ups of only the chastities and our imprisoned genitals.

She finished and put the camera away. "Jordan, clean up in here and leave. You can explain to David about the chastity devices while you take him home. There'll be no talking until then."

Jordan said, "Yes, Ma'am"

Sam and Miss Lee left and Jordan went to the lockers, opened both doors and pulled his clothes on, but left me standing, still chained. When he was dressed, he came back to me with a ring of keys and freed me. Silently, he pointed at the open locker. I got the idea and went to dress while he put the chains away and straightened up the room.

We walked out to his car, climbed in and drove away without saying anything. As Jordan maneuvered through traffic I reached down between my spread legs and rolled the chastity around trying to find a more comfortable position for it as I sat in the soft seat.

Jordan saw me and said, "You'll get used to it. Sitting on certain furniture can make it uncomfortable. Also, you'll have to sit down to go to the bathroom, but you just have to go into a stall."

"Sir, how long will I have to wear this?"

"I don't know, but probably only a few days."

I pushed the plastic device around a little more under my clothes. "Sir, does it really work?"

"What do you think?"

"Oh. Does it hurt when you get an erection?"

"No, but it's uncomfortable when it happens. We're lucky. There are other chastity devices some Mistresses use that are made of metal. They're like cages where you can touch your penis, while others are a metal tube. Some metal ones have spikes inside and a few are designed to force a small tube or rod into the end of your penis. Those can hurt quite a bit."

"But, Sir it's made of plastic so the lock can be broken off."

"That's, but if you damage it, you'll be severely punished. Trust me, wearing it may be unpleasant, but that's far better than the punishment you'll get. Learn to put up with it."

"Yes, Sir. Is that what you do?"

"What choice do I have?"

After that, we drove in silence. Jordan dropped me off at home and as I got out, he said, "Check your email and you'll find out how long you'll have to wear it. If you have problems with it call."

From the expression on his face and tone of voice, I knew I'd better not call him, even though he said I could. I got out and he drove away. As soon as he was out of sight, I ran to my room, pulled off my clothes and stood in front of my mirror to examine the chastity. Carefully, I rolled it around and tried to get it off, but didn't have any luck. If I could pull my testicles through the ring, I could slide my penis out, but the ring and tube were too closely fastened together to get them through, even one at a time. I was stuck.

I dressed and sat at my desk, thinking about what sorts of problems I'd have to manage until I could get it off. Going to the pool was out and I'd have to try riding my bike to see if that bothered it. There weren't many things I couldn't do and to be sure no one saw it, I'd wear my baggiest shorts to cover the bulge it made.

The rest of Saturday was fairly normal and after a few hours, I didn't notice I had it on. I went to bed that night and discovered I missed masturbating just before I went to sleep because that always made me relax. After rolling around in bed for a while, I did go to sleep only to wake up a few hours later with sharp pain coming from my crotch. As soon as I rolled over onto my, it went away so I must have been lying on it and fell back to sleep. Later, I woke up again with an uncomfortable pressure coming from my penis. I sat up, turned on the light and pulled my pajama bottoms down to see what was wrong. All I could see was that I was trying get an erection, but the plastic tube kept my penis from getting up to its full size. Rolling the chastity around a little helped, but I could feel the tension growing and couldn't do anything about it. The rest of the night, I woke up every hour and a half or so when my penis decided to try and get hard. I never knew I got so many erections before.

The next morning was particularly bad because I always had a huge morning erection. Not today, although my penis made a good try at it. I went to the bathroom, sat on the toilet and forced myself to pee, which took care of the erection. The rest of the day every so often, I'd start to get an erection, but the chastity ended it quickly. I tried wiggling it around and pulling on it, but there was nothing I could do.

I got through Sunday without masturbating and was going to bed when I decided to check my email. Yes! There was a message from Jordan. Maybe he'd tell me that could get this off. Eagerly, I opened it and was surprised when there wasn't any text, but then I noticed it had .jpeg attachments. When I opened them, I found pictures of Jordan and me wearing the chastity devices and several pictures of me with Jordan's penis in my mouth. Some were from a distance and others were close ups that clearly showed my face and open mouth with stretched lips surrounding his penis. Immediately, I felt an erection grow and fill the chastity. Disappointed, I reached down to move it around to get relief, but it was hopeless.

Here I had the pictures of one of the best experiences I'd ever had and I couldn't touch my penis to enjoy them. Jordan sure had a nasty sense of humor. After that, I struggled through each day, searching my email and getting more and more frantic as my sexual desire built up demanding release. After a few days, I thought I might go nuts from frustration and wondered how Jordan managed to survive weeks locked up.

On Wednesday, I was so desperate that I decided to email Jordan to beg him to remove my chastity. I went to my email and almost celebrated when I saw a message from Jordan in my inbox. Eagerly, I opened it and read:

David,

I will be at your house on Thursday at 1:30. You dad knows I'm coming and thinks I want to say goodbye to you before I leave for college. In a way, that's what I'm going to do. He wanted to take us both out for lunch, but he had an important meeting he had to attend. You will be naked with your hands cuffed in front of you when you open the door. If you cooperate, you will get three rewards. If not, you know what will happen.

Your New Best Friend.

I emailed back:

Dear Best Friend:

I understand and I'll be ready. Thank you, Sir in advance for the rewards.

David.

I locked cuffs on my ankles and one around my left wrist. Then I sat in my desk chair looking out the window where I could see the street so I'd know when Jordan pulled up. As soon as I saw his car, I ran down the stairs to the front door to wait. As I stood by the door, I locked the other cuff around my free wrist so my hands were chained in front of me.

The doorbell rang and I fumbled with the lock and knob, finally getting them open to let Jordan in. He stepped inside carrying a small plastic shopping bag, closed the door and looked me over.

"You didn't have to wear the ankle cuffs, you know."

"Yes, Sir. But I thought you'd like it."

"I do. Let's go up to your room."

I led the way and he followed. When we went in, he closed and locked the door. Walking to my desk, he pulled out the chair and sat down. I moved in front of him and got in to the 'present' position."

Jordan laughed a little. "You seem awfully anxious to please today. There must be something you want."

"Yes sir. I want you to take this chastity off, please."

"That's one of the rewards that you'll get today."

I grinned widely and did a little dance. "Thank you, Sir. Thank you."

"Don't be too happy. You know that Miss Lee made you wear that chastity as a punishment don't you."

"Yes, Sir. And I promise that I won't do anything so that I have to wear it again."

He poked the tube encasing my penis, which was trying to enlarge and become erect. "This was only part of your punishment. The first thing Mistress Sam and Miss Lee told me to do is finish your punishment."

I swallowed hard. "Sir? Finish it. You mean more. Wasn't the chastity enough?"

"They don't think so."

"Please, Sir. Don't punishment me anymore." I was going to beg more, but then I had an idea. "It's just us. If you didn't no one would know. I'd never tell."

He stood and slapped me across the face. It didn't hurt much, but the surprise almost knocked me down. "Now listen carefully. If our Mistress or Miss gives you or me orders, we will follow them and it doesn't matter if they are watching or not. Mistress Sam can tell when you are lying. If you do, you will be severely punished. Never forget that they are in control and you will do what they want when they want and not ask questions. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Sir. I'm sorry, Sir.

The intensity of his speech scared me and I was sure he'd done something like what I suggested already and paid the price. Also, I worried about what they would make me do. I had enjoyed most of the things I'd done, but where was the limit? Or was there any?

He picked up the plastic bag and pulled out an oddly shaped black leather strap. Holding it up and turning it over so I could see it, he said, "This is a new gag for you. It's called a penis gag because instead of a ball going into your mouth there is a penis-shaped piece of silicon plastic. I'm betting that you'll like this."

Walking around behind me, he held the gag in front of my face. "Open your mouth."

When I did, he pushed the penis between my lips and tightened the strap behind my head. It was more comfortable than a ball gag, but although the part in my mouth was shaped like a penis, it didn't feel like a real one at all.

Jordan sat back down on my desk chair. "Like that?" I didn't really, but since he expected it, I nodded. Then he said, "Good. Come over here and lie across my lap."

I hesitated. Across his lap meant that he was going to spank me. I didn't want a spanking, but I didn't have any choice because the gag kept me from begging him not to.

"Get over here right now, unless you want to make this part of your punishment longer. If it's any satisfaction, you'll get your rewards after the spanking."

Reluctantly, I got into position over his legs and he began to spank me. None were really hard, but each one added to the increasing heat coming from my bare butt. As he slapped me over and over, the temperature of my skin slowly increased, getting hotter and hotter until my entire butt from the top of my thighs to the base of my back was on fire and I was crying as loud as I could around the gag.

Finally, he quit and released the strap on the gag. I reached up with one hand and took it out of my mouth.

Jordan pushed me off his lap onto the floor where I landed on my butt. The pain made me scream a little, but I put both hands over my mouth and wiped my tears with my hands at the same time.

"If you hadn't asked me to lie to Mistress Sam, your spanking would have been only half as long. Have you learned your lesson?"

I rolled to my side to relieve the pain and said, "Yes, Sir. Yes, Sir. I'm sorry, Sir. I'll never do it again, Sir."

He snorted and shook his head. "Get up, put that gag down and I'll give you your first reward."

Clambering to my feet, I said, "Yes, Sir." I set the gag on my desk stood straight up in front of him in the 'present' position.

Jordan reached into his pocket and pulled out a small key on a chain. Reaching down, he opened the lock on the chastity and removed the tube. My penis was free after four days and it responded immediately in spite of the fire raging on my butt.

He took off the ring at the base of my genitals and handed the chastity to me. I dropped my arms from the back of my head to take it.

"Clean this up and put it with your equipment. You'll be told when and where you'll have to wear it."

As I stared the plastic device in my hands, I felt my good mood disappear. I'd have to wear it again? I wasn't looking forward to that at all.

Jordan dropped the lock and key in a pocket and pulled another open lock from his other pocket and handed it to me. "Keep this lock to use with it. I don't have the key; only Sam or Lee do."

"Yes, Sir."

"You don't sound happy."

"No, Sir. I was hoping I wouldn't have to wear that thing again."

"Too bad. You will when you're ordered to just as I do. Don't complain because this plastic one is reasonably comfortable. If you make a fuss, the next one might be made of metal and have spikes in it. You wouldn't want to make the situation worse would you?"

"No, Sir. But I couldn't go to the pool all week and what about school?"

"Don't worry. Sam will take care of that. Follow orders."

"Yes, Sir.

"In case you're wondering, I'm still locked into mine. There's another Mistress who is a friend off Sam's where I go to college that I report to when I'm there. She will tell me when I have to wear it and when I don't."

That was a surprise. There were more Mistresses in other towns and they knew each other. How many were there? All over the country? I wondered if they were in contact with each other and did things together. I wasn't sure I wanted to know the answer.

I didn't know if I should say anything, but just to be on the safe side, I said, "Yes, Sir."

Jordan said, "You'll find out more about them later, I'm sure. Anyway here is your second reward."

He pulled a folded sheet of paper from his pocket and handed it to me. It was a little hard to unfold because my wrists were handcuffed together, but when I flattened it out, I saw it was a bank statement with my name at the top. I hadn't seen too many bank statements and it was hard to figure out completely, but it looked as if I had a balance of many thousands of dollars.

Jordan said, "That's your account. Money you earn as a model and from royalties when Sam sells pictures or videos with you in them will be deposited in that account and invested for you. You cannot get that money until you turn eighteen and then you can only use it for college. Understand?"

"Yes, Sir. I'm only twelve so in six years there would a lot of money here, won't there?"

"Yes there will. That's how I'm paying for my college."

"Thank you, Sir."

"Don't thank me. Thank Sam. She doesn't have to do this, but she wants you to understand that she appreciates your work and wants you to be a willing model, not someone who is forced to do something. The pictures and video are much better and she can get more money for them if you are willing."

"I understand, Sir. And thank you, Sir for giving me a chance to do it."

He snorted again. "For your third reward, stand on the end of the bed facing me."

Getting there with my ankles chained wasn't easy and as I struggled to get in position, I became aware of my erection. Ever since Jordan had taken off the chastity, it had been erect and now a few drops of clear fluid hung on the end. Finally, I got to where he wanted me and snapped into the 'present' position.

Jordan sat in my desk chair a few minutes admiring my body and got up. He ran his hands over my hairless chest and belly, bent over and took my penis into his mouth. As soon as I felt his lips close and the warm, moist feeling of his tongue, I moaned loudly. He worked on it rapidly and in less than 30 seconds, I had a huge orgasm that seemed to go on and on. My knees almost gave out, but I managed to stay on my feet, rocking wildly back and forth on the mattress.

He sat in my desk chair and when I could talk, I said, "Thank you, sir. That was the best one yet."

"Yeah. I know how that works. I have to get going and I have a message for you from Mistress Sam and Miss Lee. Mistress Sam is going on a tour with her photography and will be gone for six to eight weeks. Miss Lee is going back to her private school. We may not hear from Mistress Sam for quite awhile, but you are to check your email regularly for instructions. Okay."

"Yes, Sir. I'll do that."

"Good. What do you wear to bed?"

His odd question startled me. "Um, well, usually I wear pajamas, but recently I just wear my boxer underwear and a tee shirt."

"All right. From here on out, you'll sleep naked and you will never stand to pee even if there are urinals available. You'll always sit. Also, you will continue to shave."

"Yes, Sir. But what about school? We have to take showers."

"It won't matter. I'll bet more than half of the boys in your seventh grade class won't have pubic hair yet. No one will notice."

"Yes, Sir."

"And don't even think about not doing these things. Mistress Sam can tell if you are lying and you won't like what happens then."

"Yes, Sir. I understand and I'll do that."

He got up from my chair. "You'd better. Watch your email. I'd suggest that you get dressed, but I imagine you have some time you want to make up." Then he laughed and walked out without saying goodbye.

I stood on the end of my bed waiting for sound of the front door closing. Then I jumped off the end of my bed, went to the window and watched him drive away. I'd been locked in the chastity almost five days and as much as I enjoyed what Jordan did, it wasn't enough by a long shot.

Hobbling down the stairs as fast as my chained ankles would let me, I pulled out all of my equipment and dug around in the box. My problem was deciding which of my equipment I wanted to use first. Everything would take too long and I couldn't wait! Pushing myself to my feet, I grabbed my penis and began to stroke furiously. After a very satisfactory orgasm, I caught my breath, pulled things out of my box and planned my afternoon and evening.

I masturbated five more times between then and when I went to bed. All together, eight in one day set a new record. By that time, my penis was red and sore, but it still responded. At ten o'clock, I got ready for bed. I went to my dresser and pulled out my summer pajamas and stopped when I remembered what Jordan had told me. Sleep naked? As best I could remember, I'd never done that. No one would know if I didn't, so why should I? Even I as I had the thought, I had an image of Lee standing over me holding a paddle.

I pulled off my shirt and reached for the pajama top. Then I put it back. I'd sleep in just my underwear. That would be good enough. Dropping my pants on the floor, I bent down and pulled off my socks. As I walked to my bed, I had another image of begin locked in the stocks and Mistress Olga giving me stripes. At that point, I knew I'd obey Mistress Sam's orders even though she wasn't here.

Standing, I hooked my thumbs in the elastic waistband of my underwear and slid them down to my feet. As soon as I did, I saw I had yet another erection. Just thinking about Mistress Sam and Miss Lee was enough. Reaching down I began to stroke my penis being careful not to irritate it more than necessary to get the job done. Number nine. Amazing! This orgasm was completely dry and I wondered how long it'd take until I could shoot semen again. I hoped it would tomorrow because no matter how sore it was, my penis was going gong to get a workout.

I went to my bathroom to take a leak before going to bed. As I stood in front of the bowl aiming my penis, I discovered that I couldn't start my stream. Something was wrong. Then I remembered and dropped the seat and sat down. As soon as I did, my bladder emptied. I sat for a minute to be sure I was done and thought about what had happened. Even though no one would ever know if I stood or sat taking a leak, Mistress Sam's order had controlled my body. That was weird. Was that why Jordan would do anything he was told. He'd taken orders for so long and was so afraid of being punished that his body took over from his mind and made him do it. I couldn't decide if that was happening to me, but at least I wouldn't splash on the rim of the toilet bowl, which would make cleaning up easier.

Naked, I climbed into bed and turned out the light. I wriggled around between the sheets, enjoying the freedom of my bare skin moving easily over the smooth surface. Smiling, I knew from that point on, I'd always sleep naked whenever I could. At the same time, I had to ask myself if I really liked it or thought I did because I'd been told to.

As I lay back on the pillows, I realized that even in my thoughts, I always said Mistress Sam and Miss Lee. I didn't even know when that happened, but it seemed exactly right.

Chapter Thirteen

I had mixed feeling about going back to school. This would be my first year of junior high in seventh grade. Dad decided that he didn't like the public school I'd have to go to and enrolled me in a private school instead. I had to agree with Dad that the public school wasn't good, what with the gang and drug problems there that kept showing up in on the front page of the newspaper. The private school didn't have those problems because it was really strict and didn't let kids like that in or kicked them out if they started stuff like that.

It wasn't a military school, but it was close. We had to wear uniforms, say 'Yes, Sir, no, Sir', and 'Yes, Ma'am, no, Ma'am' to all adults, and follow tons of other rules. I didn't mind the Yes, Sir', and 'Yes, Ma'am'. After all, I'd practiced that the last few weeks. The uniforms, which consisted of a gold colored knit shirt, blue dress pants, black socks and leather dress shoes wasn't all that bad either. At least we didn't have to wear a tie and when the weather was hot, we could wear uniform shorts with white athletic socks, although wearing dress shoes with shorts looked pretty strange. I wasn't going to complain, because the girls had to wear skirts all the time.

Dad said it was more academically challenging than my old school where I was bored because classes were so easy. I liked the idea of doing something interesting, but on the other hand, I'd probably have to do more homework.

On Wednesday the first day of school, Dad dropped me off at the front entrance of the school and I headed into my first class, which was homeroom. I'd attended a school orientation last spring so I knew where to go and didn't look like I was lost as I wandered the unfamiliar hallways.

In homeroom, we went through all the stuff every school did to get started in the fall. Lockers, lunch, being sick or tardy, bells and schedules, rules, rules and more rules. There were more rules than I could have ever imagined and I wondered how I'd ever keep them straight. Fortunately, homeroom was only fifteen minutes long and our teacher didn't get through the entire list in that time.

After homeroom, I had P.E. class. Just what I wanted. After getting cleaned up to go to school, I had to get sweaty and smelly in P.E. first thing in the morning. But that's when the 7th grade always had it scheduled because we were the youngest class and got the worst time.

Including me, there were seventeen boys in 7th grade and we all trooped to the locker room under the gym as a group. As we walked, I discovered that almost no one knew anyone else because we came from grade schools all over the city. That made me feel better because I felt as if I was starting out on an even basis with all the other kids.

I was trying to be optimistic about P.E., but then I got to the locker room and met our teacher, Mr. Scott.

As we came in, he yelled, "All right, men! Get over here and line up. There are numbers on the floor. Pick one and stand on it."

He pointed at a row of numbers in the tile of the floor and after some milling around, we all stood shoulder to shoulder on a number.

He marched up and down the line of boys pointing and waving his clipboard. "My name is Mr. Scott. You will call me, 'Sir' at all times. Remember that. If you don't you, we won't get along. I spent twenty-five years in the army and whipped thousands of wimps like you into shape. You're next."

I looked him over and wondered who'd get him into shape. He was going bald and had a big potbelly hanging over the waistband of his too-tight shorts. His fat, hairy legs had ugly, twisted veins sticking out all over and were pasty white in color. If I had legs that looked like that, I sure wouldn't wear shorts.

He flipped some pages on his clipboard. "I'll call your names and give you numbers. From here on out you will answer when your number is called and line up on your number when you are told. Do you understand?"

We mumbled a half-hearted, "Yes, Sir."

He bellowed, "That's not good enough! You're men in this class. Let me hear that again and you'd better sound like men."

Together, we yelled, "Yes, Sir."

He read off names and gave us numbers from one through seventeen and then locker numbers. Handing out locks with the combination attached to them on a slip of paper, he told us to put them on our lockers and hustle back to stand on our new number as quick as we could.

I found my locker, spun the combination and snapped the lock on. As I turned to leave, a boy across the aisle struggled with his lock.

He held it out and said, "You seem to know how this works. Can you help me?

Without thinking how it would sound, I said, "Sure. I've got lots of locks like this at home." I'd bought similar locks for my bondage games and Sam used combination locks on the locker doors where I put my clothes for photography sessions, so I knew how they worked.

"You have locks at home. What for?"

I realized my mistake and said, "Oh, you know, for my bike and stuff."

He gave me a funny look, but didn't say anything else. Shrugging, he held out his hand. "My name's Adalberto Orlando Oliva de Cueva."

I took his hand and we shook. "My name's David." Smiling, I said, "I don't think I can pronounce all of your name."

"That's all right. Just call me 'Beto'. That's my nickname.'

"Deal, Beto. We'd better get back in line."

Once we lined up again, Mr. Scott marched up and down our line again. Was he always going to do that?

"The school will provide a clean P.E. uniform for you each day as well as a towel. Your uniform will be a yellow tee shirt, blue shorts, a jock, and white socks and that is all you will wear. No one will wear underwear in this class. You will buy white gym shoes and keep them in your locker. Since you'll wear them in the gym and they have to be clean, you'll never wear them outside. Understand?"

Everyone yelled, "Yes, sir."

"That's better. Pay attention. Here are the rules and what we'll be doing this year."

For the rest of the class period, he droned on and on about what not to do. By the end of class, I wondered if we'd do anything in P.E. except follow rules. I guess I'd find out tomorrow because the last thing he said as the bell rang was that we'd dress out the next day.

The next day after homeroom, we all hurried to the locker room because we only had a few minutes to change clothes. As we went through the door, there were piles of gym clothes lying on a table and each pile had a slip of paper on the top with a name on it. I grabbed my pile and headed for my locker.

I spun the combination and pulled my lock open, and almost tore my clothes as I yanked them off to change and go to stand on my number in time. I'd just pulled my jock up when Beto moaned and slammed his lock against the door.

"I'll never get this open."

I reached over and twisted the dial with the combination I remembered from yesterday. When it popped open, I said, "Better hurry up. You'll be late."

"You don't have to tell me twice."

I pulled on my tee shirt and shorts then sat on the bench to pull on my socks and shoes. While I did that, I watched Beto change while trying not to look like that's what I was doing. The more he undressed, the more I was impressed with what I saw. His skin was light brown, but it had a gold tint. Since his skin was so smooth, the overhead lights reflected off of it and he seemed to shine. He had absolutely no body hair at all, not even the peach fuzz some boys have at our age. I couldn't see if he had pubic hair because he was facing away from me, but the square shape of his butt cheeks was really nice, especially since they were covered with tight clear skin. He had a tan and I could see where his swimsuit had covered him, but he didn't have distinct tan lines the way I did. Since we had to take showers at the end of class, I was looking forward to getting a better look at him.

Beto and I lined up in time, but three boys were late. Mr. Scott poked them in the chest with a stubby forefinger. "You three are more than thirty seconds late. I'll be nice since this is the first day, but if it happens again, the whole class runs laps. It'll be your fault and I hope the other men in the class make sure you don't do it again. Understand?"

The three boys yelled, "Yes, Sir" But I could hear a tremble of fear in their voices.

"All right men. This is how we'll do things. When everyone has lined up, I will hold a uniform inspection and you'd better be dressed correctly. When I give you the okay, you will walk single file to the gym and stand on your numbers there. First, uniform inspection."

He walked the length of the line checking our shoes and if we had our shirts tucked in. "That's good. Now, drop your shorts to your knees and pull your shirts up to your chests."

Confused, we didn't move and only looked at each other. Grabbing the shorts of the closest boy, he yanked them down to his knees and lifted the hem of his tee shirt up into his armpits.

"Like this." He looked at his watch. "You have ten seconds."

I dropped my shorts down so everyone could see my white jock strap, pulled my shirt up and stood self-consciously waiting to see what happened next. He walked down the line again, stopping in front of a boy who was wearing his underwear under his jock.

"You, take that underwear off right now."

His face turned bright red. "Here, Sir?"

"Where else? Do it."

Without taking off his shoes, the boy stepped out of his shorts, jock and underwear and pulled his jock and shorts on again.

"That's better. It's your lucky day because I'm feeling good today so you won't have to run laps for that. Does everyone understand what you are to wear or not wear in this class?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Fine. Drop your shirts, pull your shorts up and tuck your shirts in. You have ten seconds."

We all made in less than the time and stood somewhat fearfully, worrying about what he'd do next.

He checked his clipboard for a name and said, "You, on the end, number one, Roberts. Lead the way upstairs."

I followed the line with Beto just ahead of me to the gym where we lined up on another set of numbers. Did this guy have numbers painted everywhere?

The rest of the class period, we practiced lining up, standing at attention and at ease and doing other things according to his whistle calls. One long whistle to start, two short whistles to stop, three whistles to lineup and more and more. Surprisingly, it wasn't boring since he had us running around the gym and doing exercises to the sound of his whistle. We were not allowed to talk unless we asked his permission first.

Finally, he gave us the three whistle order to line up and we all ran to our numbers. "Number seventeen, lead us down to the locker room and stand at attention on your numbers there."

We silently left the gym and walked to our numbers in the locker room again. Mr. Scott walked up and down the line. "That's not bad for a first time. You'll get better with practice. Give yourself a hand."

Not knowing exactly what he wanted, we weakly clapped our hands. "Louder! You sound like women. Men can clap louder than that." And we applauded loudly, which sounded strange in an empty, echoing locker room.

"Good. Stand at attention. This class is physical education, which includes personal hygiene habits. That means you will take a shower after each class-no exceptions-and use deodorant. When you get back to the locker room, you will put your shoes in your locker, remove your uniform and place it in the laundry bag near the shower. Then you will stand on your numbers in the square around the door to the showers. Any questions?"

We all yelled, "No, Sir."

From the sound of our group voice, I could tell there wasn't much enthusiasm for the idea, but I didn't see what the big deal was. Everyone had been told during orientation that we'd have to take showers together in P.E. class, plus we were all boys. I was actually looking forward to showers because I wanted to get a better look at Beto.

"All right then. Get to your lockers and back to stand on your numbers at attention near the shower."

We all scattered to the rows of lockers and worked the combinations on our locks. I had to help Beto again, but we managed to get back on our numbers before most of the other boys. Our numbers were arranged in a three-sided square facing the shower room door.

Beto and I stood at attention and watched the other naked boys gather. Very few had pubic hair and one small boy had the body of a tiny child with almost no penis and only a small bump of scrotum showing. He had a long ways to go before he broke into puberty.

Beto on the other hand, had a small, thin tuft of black pubic hair just above his penis that must have sprouted over the summer with a nice-sized scrotum hanging below everything. He was circumcised like most of the boys, although an African American boy and two more Hispanic boys were not and one boy's foreskin came down in the shape of a small hose more than an inch [3 cm] long attached to the end of his penis.

I checked out every boy, trying not to give away that's what I was doing. By far, Beto was the best looking. He had no body fat and his skin was pulled tightly over his muscles so they stood out even when he wasn't moving. I had a small six-pack showing on my belly, but it wasn't anything compared to his. It made me happy that my penis was the same size as Beto's and only one boy had a penis bigger. Two of the boys were slightly chubby, but most looked to be in good shape.

We stood at attention so there was no way we couldn't see what each other looked like. Several boys had bright red faces from embarrassment and one looked like he might start to cry. I almost laughed at him, but then Mr. Scott stepped into the middle of the square.

"Showers will not start until everyone is here. I'll give you enough time to take one, so if you are late for class it's your fault and you will serve detention time."

As he talked, he walked around in front of us standing at attention, while his gazed checked us out head to feet. One boy put his hands over his genitals when Mr. Scott walked by and he yelled, "Stand at attention!"

When the boy snapped his hands back to his sides, Mr. Scott said, "There are six showers in there so six of you will go at once. Liquid soap is in dispensers on the wall, which you will use to scrub your pits, crotch and crack plus anything else that might start to smell before the end of the day. You will have two minutes and then you will come out, pick up a towel from the table by the door and dry off. When you are done, you will put the towel in the laundry basket and stand on your number at attention to wait for the other men in this class to finish. Any questions?"

"No, Sir."

"Numbers one through six, start your showers and hurry up."

When we were done and lined up again, he checked his watch. "That's good. You have four minutes to get dressed and get out of here. Move!"

We ran to our still-open lockers and dressed as quickly as we could. Beto and I snapped our locks on the lockers and rushed out into the hall just ahead of Mr. Scott's deadline.

Walking away from the gym, Beto let out a huge sigh and whistled. "Is that guy creepy or what?"

"Yeah. Ugly, too. I hope I don't look like that when I'm older"

"Me, too." He held his hand up for a high-five and I smacked palms with him. I said, "This might be a long year if we have to put up with that every day."

Beto shrugged. "Look on the bright side. We spent so much time fooling around with all the rules, we didn't have to exercise much."

I laughed and gave him another high-five.

By Friday of the next week, we had gotten into a routine with P.E. and could dress and shower fast enough so Mr. Scott didn't yell at us too much. Some of the boys still had red faces as we had to line up and wait for showers naked, but I didn't mind at all. In fact, I looked forward to it. Almost every day afterschool I'd rush home and masturbate to images in my mind of the naked bodies of the boys in my class, particularly Beto's. I couldn't get his body out of my mind and wished I looked as good, although I was proud to admit that my body looked as good as anybody else's and better than most.

On Monday, we left the gym early and marched to the locker room. While we stood on our numbers, Mr. Scott pulled a scale out of his office and stood it near the door. Then he walked in front of the line of boys as he usually did.

"The school is interested in your development while you are here. On the first P.E. day of each month, I will record your height and weight. Put your shoes in your locker, take off your uniforms and put them in the laundry and then stand on your number at attention. Go!"

We ran to our lockers, pulled off our gym clothes and after dumping them in the laundry bag, stood on our numbers again.

Mr. Scott said, "Everyone turn to the left 90 degrees."

When we had done that, he put the scale at the front of the line. He slapped his hand on his clipboard to get our attention.

"There will be no talking and no screwing around. To be sure, each man will put his hands on the shoulders of the man in front of him. The front man will stand at attention. Do it!"

I reached up and put my hands on Beto's bare shoulders as I felt the hands of the boy behind me on my shoulders. We had to shuffle a little closer together to reach each other's shoulders and when we stopped moving, Mr. Scott walked down the line, adjusting boys' hands. I didn't know what would happen next, but I liked the feel of Beto's warm skin under my palms and had to resist the temptation to massage his shoulders while I waited.

Mr. Scott turned to a new sheet on his clipboard. "Number one, step up on the scale."

When he did, Mr. Scott moved slid weights back and forth to get his weight and then pulled up a rod to measure his height then wrote the numbers on a form on his clipboard. After he was done, Mr. Scott put him next to the line facing the other way.

"Next."

Another boy stepped on the scale and Mr. Scott got his height and weight and told him to get in line with his hands on the first boy's shoulders as before. Slowly, the line moved as each of us had a turn on the scale. When Beto stepped up, Mr. Scott took a long time getting the scale set just right. I watched him as he worked on the scale and saw that he spent most of his time looking at Beto's penis instead of the numbers on scale.

Finally, he got Beto measured and it was my turn. He didn't stare at me as much as he did Beto, but it still took twice as long for him to get my weight as the other boys. I stepped off the scale to get in line and when I glanced at his shorts, I thought for sure I could see the outline of an erection.

Was our old, fat, ugly P.E. teacher getting excited staring at us naked boys? In particular, Beto and me? It sure looked like it. The thought that someone like him would be interested in boys like us was disgusting and it made me shiver as I set my hands on Beto's bare shoulders again. The sensation of his warm, smooth skin on my palms made me feel good and I squeezed his shoulders gently. When I did, Beto nodded and slightly rolled each shoulder under my hands so I squeezed them again, making him nod.

Beto and I walked out of the locker room after taking a shower and dressing. He checked around to be sure no one was close to us and said, "It looks to me like all of Mr. Scott's rules and procedures are just an excuse to have us stand around naked a lot."

From that comment, I assumed that Beto had noticed Mr. Scott checking out his body while he stood on the scale. Since Beto's back was turned at the time, he didn't see him checking me when it was my turn.

I said, "I think you're right. Remember, you thought he was weird the first day. Now I know he is."

"Man, that's for sure. I wonder if he has cameras hidden in there to get pictures of us while we're naked."

Beto's suggestion shocked me. "No way. No one would be that much of a pervert." But silently, I thought that maybe he was.

The next day as we changed, Beto put one bare foot on the bench between the rows of lockers to pull on a sweat sock. I glanced over, looked back into my locker to get my gym shoes out and jerked my head back to look again. What did I just see?

On his ankle just above the protruding anklebone were two indentions in the smooth flesh. They weren't thick and I wouldn't have noticed if his skin hadn't been so evenly shaded, but the slight red color of each made them stand out.

I knew what those were!

I'd had similar indentions lots of times after I played my bondage games. Those marks came from having rope tied tightly around his ankles. They couldn't be anything else. When he saw me looking, I turned away, but watched him from the corner of my eyes. He set the other foot on the bench and sure enough, there were identical indentions on the other ankle as well.

Did Beto tie himself up, too? Could that be possible? How could I find out? If he did, would he want to do it with me?

Chapter Fourteen

The next morning as soon as I got up, I wrapped a length of rope around each ankle three times and pulled it tight. I left it on until I had to leave for school so the indentions were deep and dark red against my light skin. I hoped they'd last until the beginning of P.E. class.

In P.E., I took my shoes and socks off first and sure enough, the marks were still there. No one who knew what they were could possibly miss them. When I had pulled off my pants so was wearing only my underwear, I checked to be sure that Beto was looking my way. He was so I put one bare foot on the bench. He took a quick look and turned away. A few seconds later when he turned back, I dropped that foot and put the other on the bench.

This time, he looked longer and when he glanced at me, the look on his face told me he understood. I didn't say anything or give him any clue that I knew what was going on.

The next day, Beto took his shoes and socks off, then his pants. He hung them up and set his right foot on the bench as if to pull on his P.E. socks. As casually as I could, I looked at his bare foot and leg. It was all I could do to keep my excitement from showing. On his light brown skin, were four indentions! Then he put the other foot on the bench and there were four on that one too. He pretended nothing had happened and so did I.

The next day, I got undressed and set one foot on the bench to show off five indentions on my leg. When Beto saw them, he slapped my bare knee with one hand and grinned.

I grinned back and in a low voice so the other boys couldn't hear me, I said, "Five wasn't easy. Kept cutting off the circulation."

"Yeah. I understand how that happens. Want to go to my house after school."

"Sure. Meet you out front."

I don't remember much about the rest of the day other than my teachers kept complaining about me not paying attention.

Tying rope around our ankles tight enough to make marks was a funny way to communicate, but it worked. Was it possible that I finally had someone my age who wanted to play tie up games? Better yet, someone as nice-looking as Beto. School couldn't end fast enough.

After school, he pointed down the street. "I live in an apartment with my mom not too far from here so we can walk."

On the way to his apartment, we talked about everything but what we were going to do. We were both unsure of how the other would react, I guess. I didn't want loose the opportunity, and decided that I'd follow his lead. Unfortunately, I think that's what he was planning to do, too. I had the advantage, though. Since it was his house, he'd have to provide the equipment and tell me how he wanted to use it. As excited as I was, I'd make myself be patient and take my time.

We climbed the steps in one of the new buildings that had recently been built near the river and stopped on the third floor. Beto pulled a key from his book bag and opened the door. I followed him in.

Looking around I said, "Wow. Everything's white. Even the carpet."

"Yeah. My room, too. Mom's idea. She likes it because she says she's fastidious."

"What's that?"

"I'm not entirely sure, but as far as I can tell, she's crazy about keeping things clean. It's like living in a museum and drives me nuts sometimes."

I laughed. "What does your dad think about it?"

He looked at his shoes. "It's just me and Mom."

"Oh. Sorry. I live with my dad. I know how it is."

Beto looked up and smiled. "Maybe we could get the two of them together?"

Now I really laughed. "Not a chance. Dad's a slob and has to hire someone to come in and clean our house twice a week. It'll never work."

Beto laughed, too, which made me feel better.

He slipped his shoes off on the mat inside the door. "No shoes in here. I usually take off my socks, too."

"That's okay with me. I don't normally wear shoes or socks inside anyway."

Barefoot, I followed him to his room. It was huge with a queen-sized bed, computer, walk-in closet and his own bathroom. He'd made up for the white walls and carpet by having a brightly colored bedspread with matching curtains on the windows.

"This is great. I wish my room was this big. Don't you have a T.V?"

"Nope. Mom doesn't believe in T.V."

"That's terrible. How do you survive?"

"Well, I have my music system and there's always the web."

After that, we stood awkwardly staring at each other for a moment, not knowing how to bring up the real reason we were there. For something to do, I walked around his room looking at things as he watched. Pointing at a shelf loaded with small trophies, medals and ribbons, I said, "These are all for gymnastics. You must have done that for a long time to get this many."

He came up beside me. "Ever since I was six. I like it and the pommel horse is my favorite."

"I don't know anything about it. Is it fun to do?"

"Yeah, I like it a lot. Keeps me fit and I like what the exercise does to my body."

I didn't know what to say after a comment like that, I turned to look at his awards some more. When the silence got too thick and I thought we might both chicken out, I decided to do something about it.

Pulling out a coin from my pocket, I said, "Want to flip for it?"

"Sure. Heads, you go first. Tails, I do."

"All right."

I tossed the coin up and let it fall to the carpet. "Tails. I guess that means you get tied up first."

There! I finally said why we were here and he didn't object or pretend he didn't know so he could back out. It was out in the open and I still felt awkward, but at least we weren't avoiding talking about it anymore.

"Sounds good. I'll get my ropes."

He dropped to his knees and fished around under his bed to pull out a flat rectangular box. When he opened it, I saw coils of soft clothesline rope neatly arranged on the bottom. Pushing the box over to me, he stood up, turned around and put his hands behind his back.

I tied his wrists together and had him sit on his bed while I tied his bare ankles together. Then I pushed him sideways to lie on his bed. I watched for a few minutes as he struggled against the ropes.

"How long do you want to be tied up?"

"I don't know. How about five minutes each time? That way we'll both get a chance to be tied."

"Sounds good." I looked at his bedside clock. "You've got two more minutes. Then it's my turn."

He struggled even harder, twisting and turning on his bed trying to reach the knots. When I called time, he lay gasping for breath from his exertions.

As I untied him, I said, "My turn."

When he was free, he stood rubbing his wrists and then straightened out his shirt. He gathered up the ropes, coiled them neatly and laid them out on the bed.

He said, "Turn around and put your hands behind your back."

I did and he tied my wrists much as I had done his. Then he told me to sit on his bed and tied my ankles. He reached into the box and took out a small coil of thin cord.

He pointed at the bed. "Put your feet up there and lie back." When I did, he looped the cord around my big toes. "Did you ever try this?" I shook my head and he said, "This works really well to keep your feet together."

When he finished with my toes, I tried to move my feet and between the ties on my ankles and toes, I was helpless.

Beto checked his clock and said, "You have five minutes, beginning�now."

I began to struggle, but I wasn't putting much effort into getting free. My mind was churning so hard that I was completely distracted. At last, I'd found someone that could make my fantasies come true! Being willingly tied by someone I trusted so I was completely helpless was exciting beyond my wildest dreams and as rolled around on the bed, I felt my shorts rub against my erection. The friction of the cloth on the most sensitive part of my body only added to my excitement. I hoped that my shorts covered it so Beto couldn't tell I was hard. But then when I thought about it, did I even care if he knew? Did he get an erection, too? When my turn came to tie him, I was going to check to see if he did or not. I was willing to bet a month's allowance that he did.

Beto said, "Time. Roll over so I can get your hands undone."

Five minutes gone already? Maybe we should make the time longer. I turned onto my stomach and waited for him to unknot the rope on my wrists, ankles and toes.

I got up, straightening out my clothes, adjusting my shorts to better hide my erection and took the ropes he handed to me. Then he reached into the box and pulled out a red bandana. "Here, use this. Don't tie it too tight, though."

"Okay. Turn around again."

I crossed his wrists and tied them that way. Then rolled the bandana, pulled the fabric between his teeth and tied it behind his head. I had him lie face down on his bed and tied his ankles. Taking another piece of rope I pulled his ankles up and tied them to his wrists in a hogtie position. When his feet were up, I took the cord and tied his toes together. I was going to do it quickly, but seeing his feet close up slowed me down. As I looped the cord around his toes, I saw that his toes were perfectly straight and had neatly trimmed nails. His feet were also small; much smaller than mine, which I'd never noticed before. I held one foot and then the other in my hands as I tied his toes and found that they were soft and warm just like Lee's were when she put one on my head during a photo shoot. Before Beto noticed how long it was taking, I quickly finished.

"Done. Your five minutes start now."

Immediately, he began to thrash on the bed as I watched. After the first minute or so, his efforts on the bed seemed to be mostly with his hips as he rocked back and forth on the bedspread. It looked to me like he was trying to drive the front of his hips through the mattress. There was only one reason he'd put that much effort into that sort of motion. He must have an erection, too. I smiled widely and began to plan how to take advantage of that new information.

At five minutes, I said, "That's it. Time's up."

I untied the gag first and then the rope holding him in the hogtie position. Even after I untied his hands and ankles, he continued to lie on the bed, propped his head up with his hand, and turned his shoulders to me. What was he hiding? I bet I knew.

Beto said, "That was a lot of work. It was harder than tying myself up. I'm not sure about the gag, though. It got a little hard to breathe after awhile."

I said, "We should probably be careful if we do that."

"You're right and if we're going to do this much, we should have some rules."

Going to do this much? I could only hope.

Nodding, I said, " And we'd better write them down."

"Good idea. Let's start a list."

He rolled off the bed, adjusting his clothes just as I had, but when he thought I wasn't looking, he put one hand in a pocket and obviously moved his penis around under his shorts and underwear into a more comfortable position. Walking to his desk, he pulled a notebook out of a drawer, got a pen and turned to a blank page.

"How about the first rule being that we'll never tie anything around our necks?"

"Good. And keep a sharp knife handy in case of emergencies and never leave someone tied up alone."

"Right. We also need a signal to use if we're in trouble and have to get untied. One that'll work even if we're gagged."

"Good idea. What should it be?"

"How about the 'shave and a haircut' rhythm? Rap on something or make noise through the gag."

"Yeah, that would work."

We were on a roll and came up with rules until we had more than twenty of them. Most of them were safety things. I picked up the list and looked it over, then gathered my courage and suggested one more, hoping he didn't understand the real reason I wanted it.

"Let's a have a rule that says we each have to try anything the other comes up with at least one time as long as it stays within the rules. That way, we can experiment with anything we see or read about. If we don't like it, then we won't do it again."

Beto looked at me funny, but after a short pause, he said, "All right. We'll try anything at least once. That includes anything we see on the web."

"Fair enough." I didn't know what he thought 'anything' was, but I had some definite ideas and began to think about how to implement them.

He did one more five minute tie on me and then I headed for home, which was in the opposite direction from Beto's. When I got to my bedroom, I checked the clock to be sure Dad wouldn't be home soon, closed and locked the door and masturbated twice in a row, visualizing the image of Beto tied on his bed. The orgasms were some of the best I'd ever had.

The next day in P.E. class, things started to go bad. Mr. Scott began to bully some of the smaller boys, in particular Tommy. All through class, he kept saying he was going to make men out of all us by the end of the year. Although he didn't name boys, we all knew who he was talking about because he stood over the weaker boys as we did exercises and criticized them endlessly. Tommy couldn't do even one pushup and climbing the rope was impossible. Beto did pushups like a machine going up and down and he could climb the rope without using his feet.

I didn't know what Mr. Scott expected from them. Tommy looked like he had the body of a boy eight years old and the others didn't look much older. I knew enough about puberty from a health class I had in sixth grade to know that no amount of shouting would speed up the process for those unlucky boys. Tommy was really trying, but by the end of class, he was almost crying and he kept holding his hands in front of his tiny, undeveloped genitals, as we had to stand naked for showers.

Beto and I walked to his house after school and talked about Mr. Scott's bullying. He was mad.

"Mr. Scott pisses me off. If he doesn't quit riding the smaller guys, I'm going to complain to the principal."

"Yeah. He's sure not being fair."

"I had a gymnastics coach like that once and when he started yelling at us no matter what we did, we all got our parents together and they got rid of him. It'd be nice to have someone besides Mr. Scott as a P.E. teacher. He gives me the creeps. There's something weird about that guy."

"I won't argue that with you. Not only that, he's ugly. I'd like to see him disappear, too. Just about anyone would be better than him."

"We can always dream." Changing the subject, he said, "I get to go first today. I've got a new tie that I want to try. Last rule, remember?"

I laughed. "You got it. Last rule. I'm game."

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