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Museum Piece

Chapter One

Ben's thirteenth birthday was the start of a whole new set of adventures for him, in a life that had already been less than normal. Living with his parents and two brothers, nothing really seemed extra ordinary about they way they lived until Ben's mother was voted in as major, and the family moved, lock stock and barrel into the Town Hall. Or at least a small section of it right at the top, above all the council departments, a court, police station, library and even a small museum.

The museum, didn't have all that many exhibits, and less visitors, but the town kept it open anyway, and, every so often the budget was would be spent opening a new section, or doing up the old ones, including Ben and his brother's favourite the 'Crime and Punishment' Section. When ever they could, Ben, and eleven year old Luke, would go down there and look at the various bits and pieces on display from the bygone days of law enforcement. Handcuffs, shackles and chains, hung from the walls, often at just the right height of boys to slip their hands inside and pretend they were held against their will. There were even a few torture machines, such as a rack, an Iron Maiden, and a couple of body cages, that may, or may not have been used on wrong doers in the past.

When they first moved in Luke and Ben would dare each other to get on the rack, or in the Iron Maiden, with the smaller boy preferring the later, as he wasn't really big enough for the plastic coated spikes to even touch him. But for Ben it was rack that rack that held the most interest. On the day he finally got to try it out, he had to remove the rather unrealistic mannequin from the machine himself as it was too heavy for Luke to lift on his own. He then lay down on the rough wooden surface himself, feeling strangely tense at the sensation. Luke then wasting no time in locking his brother's ankles into the wooden stocks at the bottom of the rack, and then clipping the metal shackles around his wrists, as Ben placed his hands up above his head. Then he went to the winch and started to turn.

Ben suddenly felt both paralysed and helpless, as he lay there all stretched out and locked down. He didn't want to be torture, of course, but there was just something about being helpless that he liked, and even enjoyed so much that when Luke announced the winch didn't work, Ben was actually disappointed. And he would remain so until his birthday, a few months later.

Chapter Two

Although Rick at sixteen was three-nearly-four years older than Ben, he didn't seem to mind spending time with this little brothers, as long as none of his own friends were around of course. At school where Rick was about to enter the sixth form, he pretty much ignored both Ben and Luke, although he would have stepped in, if either had been in trouble, but other than that. He had nothing to do with them, outside of the family.

On the day he became a teenager Ben couldn't sleep from the excitement. Of course, he realised he wouldn't change dramatically over night, but it was still a milestone and just seemed to cap all the other things that had recently started to happen to him, as if it made the expansion of some parts, and the few hairs growing in new places, official to be a teenager, rather than just a 'boy', like Luke would be for another couple of years. So, given he was now older, he decided that instead of waking Luke up, he'd go and get Rick instead.

Entering the older boy's bedroom, at first Ben tried to be quiet but then, when he realised just how far his brother was asleep, he made more noise, although never enough to wake his parents. Eventually he sat on the bed, bounced on the bed, and then jumped on it, until, at long last, Rick rolled over, stretched and with blurry eyes looked at the clock. "Jesus, Ben, do you know what time it is?"

"Birthday time!" the new teenager yelped back bouncing a few more times so his sleepy brother would get the message.

"Oh go back to sleep and let me do the same," Rick complained, covering his head with a pillow.

"No way," protested Ben, "Not on my birthday, come on get up, and make me breakfast like you promised."

"Not yet. It's still night time. Go back to bed…" Rick's head peered out from its cocoon to add the final threat of big brothers everywhere, "Or else!"

"Or else what?" challenged Ben, jumping up to sit astride his unfortunate brother's body which, as it turned out was the last straw as far as Rick was concerned.

Suddenly Rick's previously inert body gave a mighty heave, that caught Ben completely off balance, and sent him tumbling towards the edge of the bed. At the same time, Rick erupted from the bedclothes to catch Ben's wrists just before the boy headed down to the floor. A split second later and they were both back on the bed, but in a complete role reversal of how they have just been. Ben now pinned down on his back, with his big brother sitting on top of him, with a firm hand over the boy's mouth to keep him silent. Not that it was working.

"Keep quiet!" Rick warned adding, as an apparent after thought the regular, "Or else!" No that it made any difference.

Ben, far from being quiet ended up with an attack of the giggles, that only made things worse, as far as Rick could so, so much so that the sixteen year really didn't have any choice but to do something about it.

"Okay, you asked for it!" he said, moving his knees up to hold Ben's arms on the mattress while he reached over to his bedside cabinet where there were a handkerchief was laid out for him, just as it was for all the boys, every night by their mother.

Watching as the folds were shaken out of the cloth Ben suddenly realised what it was going to be used for, and began to struggle but, he just didn't have the time or position, or strength to do anything especially when Rick's fingers clamped on his nose, just before the hand was removed from his mouth. This time, Ben didn't try to speak, just kept his mouth shut until an inevitable gasp for air sealed his fate. The moment his jaw relaxing, Rick stuffed the entire handkerchief inside, and then replaced his hand over the boy's mouth as he reached for something else.

For a few moments, Rick rummaged until he found what he was looking for, his old scout scarf. This was neatly folded, as always, so he had little trouble to place it over Ben's mouth, and then work it just inside his jaws, and back between the teeth, forcing the wad of handkerchief further back into the boy's mouth, at which point he lifted Ben's head and tied the scarf off, behind his head.

"There," Rick said, panting slightly as he looked down at the sight of his tightly gagged sibling, "I guess I'm not going to get any sleep unless I sort you out first am I. So let's make you comfortable shall we."

Rick, like every boy his age, slept in a pair of boxers and a t-shirt so naturally so did his brothers, and it was Ben's t-shirt that Rick now grabbed and started to pull up over his head. Grasping one arm, he released it from his knee, only for as long as it took to free it from the shirt, and then it was re-trapped again. Ben, naturally, struggled but, although not weak he was at a major disadvantage both in position and strength, so had little or no chance of escape, until he was once more totally pinned, under his brother, shirtless.

"Not in bad shape are you Benny!" teased Rick, poking his brother in the ribs, to make disarm him still further as he reached around for what turned out to be length of rope around six feet [1.8 m] long. Why he had such a thing in his bedroom Ben could only guess, but it didn't take a genius to work out what he was going to do with it now. Ben was about to be tied up.

Grasping one of Ben's wrists, Rick twisted in a firm hold as he removed his weight from the boy's chest, so he could roll Ben over onto his front. Then he grabbed both of Ben's arms, crossed them behind the boy's back at the wrists, and started to wind turns of rope both vertically and horizontally around them. Within a few moments he had clinched the lashing tight, and knotted it off somewhere around the back of Ben's wrists, well out of the reach of the boy's fingers. Finally, Rick climbed from Ben's body, rolling the bound boy onto his back once more as he did so. It had taken less than two minutes, and in that time Ben had become not had his hands tied behind his back but was securely gagged into the bargain. And there was something else too. Something that Rick couldn't help but notice as he grinned down at his helpless brother. "Well, well, seems you are enjoying your birthday after all." He laughed looking at the rise in Ben's boxer shorts.

Under his gag Ben blushed, yet, despite his embarrassment he could do nothing to suppress the feelings that had caused his pricklet to harden.

"What you need, little brother," Rick said suddenly, "Is to cool down and I know just how to do that."

A second length of rope was produced, with which Ben's ankles were tied together with all the efficiency that had been used on his hands. Then, when he was bound hand and foot, Rick slipped an arm under the boy's shoulders and knees and lifted him from the bed and onto the floor when Ben was rolled back over onto his stomach. Pinned down, once more under Rick's knee, Ben felt his bound ankles gripped in one large hand, and his feet bent up towards his back, where a short length of rope, hanging from them, was attached to the cords around his wrists, leaving him in a tight hog-tie, and helpless.

"That should keep you out of trouble," Rick said removing his knee, "And more importantly, it means I can get some sleep. Don't get up to anything will you."

Rick climbed back into bed, leaving Ben on the floor, able to do little more than produce a very muffled sound though his gag. Realising that Rick didn't intend to release him, Ben began to struggle again, but he knew from the outset that it was hopeless. Rick, wasn't in the scouts for nothing, and had done his work so well that Ben couldn't even tell where the knots were that held him, let alone actually reach any of them. Yet as he lay there, and the shock wore off, he began to find himself both amused and excited about what had happened. It was as if he'd been captured and restrained, in something similar to one of the ways down in the museum.

Chapter Three

Ben awoke some time later with Rick gently shaking his shoulder, to find he had already been untied as now laying on the floor, all stretched out, under a blanket.

"Morning little brother!" Rick whispered, reaching behind Ben's head to release the gag. "I've got you a little present for your birthday!"

Tradition in Ben's house had it that the brothers didn't get anything for each other on their birthday so Ben knew this had to be special and that's just what it turned out to be. The steel handcuffs falling with a loud clank onto the floor.

"I thought that seeing as you liked the old stuff downstairs so much, that you'd like these to play with on your own, and judging from last night, seems I was right."

Ben should have blushed but he didn't, he was too busy examining the handcuffs, that, as far as he could see were just like the ones the current police used. All shiny metal, and came complete with two keys, on a ring, around the chain connecting the cuffs. Ben slowly pushing the catch of one cuff home, listening to the ratchets click until the lock was closed tight, so he did what any boy would have done. He tried to pull them open, only to find to his surprise that they actually did.

The disappointment clear on his brother's face, Rick, suggested that Ben try them, for real, to see if they opened that way, and if they did, then he'd take them back to wherever he got them from.

Placing his wrist inside the open cuff, Ben gave the ratchet another squeeze. Two of three click left the cuff closed but with still room for him to get his wrist out, just in case. However, as he was concentrating, on this he failed to notice Rick moving behind him. Suddenly, Rick, grabbed at the dangling cuff, and used it to twist Ben around, so his back was towards him. At the same time, he grasped his brother's other hand, and a second later both the cuffs were closed tight around the boy's wrists, once more trapping him.

Ben tried to struggle but it was fruitless while Rick held the chain connecting his wrists, and pulling it up, behind his back, so he could remove the keys from where they had remained throughout. When Ben tried to protest, Rick just put his hand over his brother's mouth: "Be quiet, or do you want me to gag you again?"

At the threat of the gag, Ben fell silent, and, eventually the hand was removed, allowing him to calmly ask the question he'd been trying to do before: "How long do I have to wear these?"

"Not sure," Rick shrugged, "Tell you what, I'm going downstairs to make some tea for the folks, and I'll think about it after that. You coming?"

Not actually sure just how he could help make tea, or anything else, with his hands cuffed behind his back, Ben, nonetheless found the idea of moving around, as he was rather exciting so he dutifully followed his big brother, out of the bedroom, and down the long winding stairs to the kitchen.

"You sit here!" Rick suggest pointing to one of the high back chairs, he even helped Ben get onto it, lifting the boy's bound arms over the back, so they became trapped there as Rick put the kettle on and started on the preparations for the tea tray.

Sitting, stiffly in the hard chair, Ben, was starting to enjoy the experience, when he heard footsteps coming down the steps towards them. At once he tried to get up and hide, but found he couldn't move, just as Luke came into the kitchen.

Remaining silent, Ben watched as his two brother's greeted each other and stood side by side at the sink for a moment, Luke barely coming up to Rick's chest. He couldn't quite make out what they were saying but then, Luke turned and saw him and laughed. "Wow," he said, "It actually worked then. The handcuff thing?"

"Sure did," Rick said without turning, "Told you he'd wouldn't be able to resist trying on the cuffs when I showed them to him."

The eleven year old giggled: "Nice one!"

"Come on then, let's take the tray up, so Benny can open his presents."

"Don't call me Benny," Ben said, before catching on to what had been said, and finally getting off the chair, "Hang on, I can't go upstairs like this?"

"Course you can." Rick said, "You can even carry the biscuits. Luke, give him the biscuits."

They never usually had anything with their tea but, all the same the shorter boy picked up the biscuit barrel and put the handle where Ben could reach it.

The three brothers then went back upstairs. Rick leading the way with the tea tray, while Ben followed with his hands still chained behind him, and Luke, bringing up the rear, and giggling most of the way. Their parents were already awake when they arrived and weren't slow to notice that their middle son was dressed only in his boxer shorts with his hands behind his back.

"Ben likes his the present I got him," Rick said by way of an explanation, "Maybe next year I'll give him the keys!"

The family laughed, even Ben, at the joke, although his torment wasn't quite over yet, as his mother reached out to ruffle his hair, something he normally wouldn't have allowed, but with his hands chained as they were, there was nothing he could do about it, and just had to put up with it until, at long last, his dad told Rick to go and fetch the keys and let him go.

Chapter Four

"You know Ben," Luke said to his brother a few days later, "I never got to give you my birthday present, did I?"

"Oh yeah, what's that?" Ben signed, although that was more at the dull TV show they were watching than anything else.

"I was going to tie you up, too, that was my idea, but Rick got there first."

At the words, Ben's heart started to race a little, ever since it had happened he'd been unable to think about much else other than being tied up, and, by the sounds of it, if he played this right, then he'd get another chance. "Well," he said, cautiously, "It's still my birthday week, so I guess its not too late for my presents."

Luke didn't say anything for a second. Then "Okay then, I can't do it now, cos mum and dad are around, how about we go downstairs to the museum, its shut this week so they can put that new thing in that mum's been on about, but there's no one working on it today."

"I guess," shrugged Ben, rather unconvincingly, "come on then."

It took the two boys nearly ten minutes to get down to the museum, as they had to use a barely used back route to avoid being seen sneaking inside the dark, basement room, emerging from an emergency exit, behind the locked front door. "So," Ben asked shivering, not from the cold, but from something else, "What are you going to do?"

"Tie you up, of course, like I said."

"Yeah, I know that, but how?"

"Oh, you'll see. But the first thing you have to do is take your shirt and jeans off."

"What? Why?"

"So you don't get dirty, or else mum will know we've been down here, won't she."

This, strangely, made sense, as the dungeon part of the museum was always covered in a sheen of dust that, was said to give it an air of authenticity but actually had more to do with a cut in the cleaning budget. It had, however, caused several stains on the boys' clothes in the past, that had led to more than one, extensive lectures about how they shouldn't go rolling around in filth and so on.

A few minutes later Ben stood there in just his boxer shorts, wondering where Luke had gone, when the youngster re-emerged from behind one of the exhibits carrying something Ben hadn't seen before. "What are those?"

"Shackles!" Luke held up the wide leather cuffs with there attached clips, and catches, and small padlocks fitted through the buckles, "They came in with that new thing over there."

Ben looked over at the new item tucked away in the corner, but all he could see was a wide flat board with a strange roller across the middle with a couple of arms poking out of it. "What's that meant to be?"

"No idea," shrugged Luke, "guess it'll make sense when they've finished it."

"Hope so."

Luke shock the leather restraints he was holding, "Anyway, are you read to get started?"

"Sure, bring it on."

Holding out one of his hands, Ben watched with interested as Luke placed the cuff around his wrist, and, after threading the buckle, pulled it tight, before putting the small lock into place, facing away from him. Then he did the same to the other wrist, until it looked like Ben was wearing to overly wide, wristbands. "Okay turn around now and put your hands behind you."

Fighting back another shiver, Ben did as he was asked, waiting as Luke, pulled his arms behind him and, after some fiddling, he heard a light clicking sound, as the two cuffs were attached to each other, locking his arms in place.

"Okay, now I'll do your feet."

Ben watched as Luke knelt in front of him, and attached two more cuffs to his ankles while he secretly tested the bounds on his arms, not the slightest bit surprised that they didn't give, in the slightest, no matter what he did, or that he couldn't reach the buckles, even if they hadn't been locked shut.

"You'd best kneel down on the floor before I clip your ankles together, or else you might fall over and hurt yourself," Luke suggested, and once more Ben saw the logic and followed it, sinking down to his knees, to allow his ankles to be locked together. However that wasn't all Luke did, for no sooner were his ankles fastened together, then Ben felt a tugging on his wrists and before he realised what was going on, his wrists and ankles had all be locked together.

"Hey, what's going on?" Ben asked, understandably.

Luke didn't reply, just started fiddling with something behind Ben's back, which, as it turned out, to be a hood that he pulled tightly over Ben's head, and locked around his neck with another lock. Suddenly, without anything being in his mouth, Ben found himself speechless. Totally incapable of moving his law enough to make the slightest sound, other than a few moans and groans.

"Okay," Luke said, when he was done, "That should do, I'll see you in a bit with the rest of your present."

Helplessly stuck on his knees, blinded and gagged, Ben could only imagine his little brother walking back up to their rooms, and leaving him there, bound and helpless on the floor of the museum as if he was a living exhibit of the things that were done to naughty boys, back in the day. Strangely, this last thought actually appeared to Ben. Far from feeling trapped alone and frightened, he was excited to be where he was, and more to the point, how he was. He wondered what it would be like to be bound in public as he now was. Humiliating, for sure, to be so helpless, and unable to do anything about it, but at the same time exciting. Even as he struggled and pulled against the cuffs holding him, Ben could feel himself stiffen in front. His pricklet expanding, at the more hopeless his situation remained. This of course, made his current predicament, all the more, humiliating and, that, just made him more excited.

"Having fun I see, Benny!" Luke laughed, from somewhere by his side. The fact the younger boy clearly hadn't left, making Ben blush beneath his hood, as he realised that now both his brothers had seen him turned on while tied up.

"Let's see if I can make you less comfortable."

Before Ben could react in anyway, Luke suddenly attacked his brother's sides with his fingers, tickling the sensitive thirteen year old, with all the subtly of his young age.

His body soon wracked in giggles that Ben was soon off balance, and falling onto his side, where the torment continued. Luke's fingers finding each and every one of his sensitive spots, until Ben, although barely heard, was nearly wetting himself in merriment. In fact he did wet himself, which is what eventually brought a stop to his birthday present, but, it wasn't until Ben was back upstairs and changing his boxer shorts that he realised the dampness in the front of them wasn't pee at all, but cum. So, when Luke asked him, later that night if Ben had enjoyed his birthday present, the new teenager, answered honestly, that it was the best birthday present he'd ever had.

Chapter Five

A week or so later Ben was back in the museum dungeon checking out the new installation but he still wasn't sure what it was for. The normal information plaque still hadn't gone up, so there was no official explanation as to what the contraption was for, which just left it to the teenager's mind to run wild.

From what he could see there wasn't all that much to the new display. The large square baseboard he'd seen on his last visit was still there, only now the central rail had been fitted in place across the middle of it. This rail was a solid metal bar, set upon to little stands on either side, that reminded Ben of tiny car jacks only he knew they couldn't be anything like that, or else they wouldn't be in a museum.

However what really caught Ben's eye were the four leather restraints Luke had put on him before. These were what he'd actually been looking for when he'd come down to the basement but, to his disappointment, they had been attached to strangely elasticated cords, like bungee cords, that kept them tethered to each corner of the baseboard.

At first Ben had been disappointed to find he couldn't play with shackles as he'd hoped, but, given that it was fairly obvious that they were intended to be used with the new machine, he realised that he could still use them, as they were intended, to fasten himself down to the new display.

Quickly checking the museum was indeed closed for the day, Ben returned to the display and noting the layer of dust on the machine, started to take off his shirt and jeans. He felt a little cold as he stood before the contraption in just his boxers, and glanced around for no apparent reason, as he knew he was alone. His eyes, however fell upon the mannequins displaying the use of some of the items, realising, that they were naked. Naturally he'd seen them before, but up until then he hadn't really thought about it in conjunction with his own adventures. Still, if he was going to place himself on the machine then he might as well, do it correctly. Once more shivering, Ben pushed his boxer shorts down and off.

Standing naked in the museum, Ben felt a strange tingle in his stomach that he hadn't had for a while. Not since he was last tied up, as it happened. Looking down, he could see his pricklet was already half hard, just about poking out from his new growth of pubic hair, beneath his taut, tight belly. Wondering, not for the first time, if boys in the olden days, who were subjected to these torments for real, also got erections, when they were told to strip before they were bound helpless to await their fate.

The stone floor was cold under Ben's feet and it was that, more than anything else that pushed him on at this point, thinking that this was the reason for his increasing shivers.

Putting his clothes in a neat pile next to the machine, Ben knelt on the rough wood, and, after lining himself up with the other end, he lay down across the bar which he found, to his surprise, was padded along the middle. Stretching himself out, he found he could easily reach all the cuffs but, still couldn't work out what the point of the machine was. The elastic on the cuffs, gave too easily for it to be a stretching device like the rack, and although having the bar across his middle wasn't all the comfortable it wouldn't be giving him the cramps some of the other things in the museum would. It was a mystery, and would probably have remained so, had Ben not decided to go one step further.

Kneeling back up at the foot of the machine Ben examined the shackles for the first time. They looked very much as he remembered them, but he soon realised that if he took the padlocks out of them, then they were little more than normal belts, and, as such, he would easily be able to open them, even without a key. That settled it, he was going to try the thing out for real.

Stretching out his right leg, Ben pulled the shackle towards it, and carefully buckled it around his ankle. Then, turning to the other side, he did the same with his other leg. His feet were no trapped but not locked he could, and did, unfasten them anytime he wanted to, and, thanks to the elastic, attached to them, he could still move his legs around a small amount, although he no longer could put them together which, made him feel that little bit more venerable as he lay back down across the central rail, reaching towards the final two cuffs.

This time he was a lot more careful, none the least because as he soon discovered, he was only just able to reach each wrist with the other hand, once the shackles were in place. Obviously this would make taking the shackles off all the more difficult, so Ben decided that he wouldn't buckle them and would just pull the leather around his wrist, and although he'd thread it through the buckle he wouldn't put the pin in, on the final right hand cuff.

Finally laid out in leather cuffs, Ben started to pretend that he was really trapped naked, and strapped down, on the mysterious devious and could do nothing but wait and see what was going to happen to him. He struggled, pulling against the elastic cords holding the shackles, as if he wanted to get free, but, of course, none of them would do anything more than stretch a little as he moved. And then it happened.

A shock went through Ben, at the sound of the soft click as the right hand pin slipped into place and the cuff became locked around his wrist. Trying not to panic he attempted to move his hands together so he could undo it again only to discover that they would no longer reach. Well, he could get his fingers to tough the other hand, but, only on the far side from the buckle which, was of no use whatsoever. He pulled and pulled but no matter what he did the shackles stayed put.

Sweat broke out on Ben's forehead as he realised that he really was a prisoner of the machine, and there was nothing he could do about it but wait until someone found him, naked, and bound to the torture machine. Not only would that probably be the most humiliating single event of his entire life, but whoever found him would be sure to stay they when he was released, and wouldn't be able to avoid noticing just how hard Ben's prick still was.

In the hour or so that passed, Ben tried to think up any number of scenarios that would explain where and how he was. He did think of saying one of his brothers had done it as a joke but that would only get them into trouble, if of course, they didn't just deny it outright. Then he thought about saying he'd caught someone breaking into the museum and that they'd done this to him, but, given there was nothing to steel, and that the doors were still locked, no one was likely to believe that. He was just going to have to wait and see.

Finally, Ben's wait was over, and as far as he was concerned, the outcome was probably the best he could have hoped for. The person who found him was his brother Luke.

"Hey Ben, you down here?" came the welcome sound of the small boy's voice.

Ben was about to call back, his voice week just as Luke emerged from the emergency exit and saw him.

"Oh!" Luke said, "Wow! What are you doing, Ben?"

"Trying the new machine out!" the teenager answered honestly.

"Yeah, so I see, and you're naked too!"

Ben hadn't been naked in front of either of his brothers in some time, and felt that strange tingle about being so exposed to Luke now, even though his privates were still hidden between him and the cross bar. Still, at least, he had a prepared excuse for this one: "That's how they would have done it back then!"

"Indeed!" nodded Luke, walking towards his brother and poking through the pile of unused bits and pieces of the machine where Ben had left his clothes.

"So, can you let me go before someone else comes!" Ben asked.

"You know in the old days, you'd have been locked on that thing, not just buckled!"

"Yeah but," Ben started to say until Luke made a sudden movement that took his breath away. The small hand reaching out for the right hand shackle and, with a snap of the wrist, slipped the small padlock into place, trapping Ben even more than he was already.

"Hey! Don't!" the teenager protested but it was too late, Luke was already making the rounds, locking all of the shackles in place. "What are you doing, Luke?"

"I thought that was obvious, Benny, I'm using the machine how it was meant to be used."

"How's that? I mean, what's this thing for, anyway?"

"You'll see in a moment, now keep quiet while I work out how this works."

"How what works?" Ben asked but Luke didn't answer, instead he started examining the ends of the crossbar, before turning back to the pile of bits and selection a bent section of metal. One end of this he slotted into the bottom of the small post supporting the crossbar, so it stuck out like a handle. A handle that he started to turn and which, it turned out, raised the crossbar up.

It took about ten minutes for the job to be completed, complete with Ben complaining as his middle section went up in the air, and Luke going from one side to the other in order to keep the two sides of the bar level, but when it was finished Ben was even more trapped than he had been before. His mid section, no longer sat on the cross bar but was practically bent over it. His waist was now, roughly waist high, while his legs were pulled down by the shackles on one side of the bar and his head and arms pulled down on the other. His buttocks now being the highest part of his body. But what was the point of that?

"Do you know what this thing is yet?" Luke asked, walking back around to his brother's face, "Maybe this will give you a clue?"

Ben looked up from where he was left staring at the floor, saw the small rubber paddle Luke was holding and knew at once what was going to happen. The paddle was from the corporal punishment display.

"That's right Benny," Luke smiled into Ben's wide eyes, "This is a spanking horse! Bad boys were strapped onto it when they were about to get a spanking and seeing as you're already strapped onto it, maybe I should give you a spanking!"

"You can't…" Ben protested, only to discover what Luke had in his other hand. The small rubber ball, fitting snugly into his mouth, cutting off his words, even before Luke had it buckled around behind his head.

"There, that should stop you from disturbing the neighbours." Laughed Luke as he took up position behind his brother's raised buttocks. "Are you ready, the I'll begin."

SLAP!

Ben felt something like lightening strike his rear.

SLAP!

He squirmed in the restraints but found he couldn't more. Not even slightly. The once subtle bungee cords that held the shackles was pulled taut and so was he.

SLAP!

Biting down on the rubber ball in his mouth, Ben felt the pain spreading around his body.

SLAP!

His previously un-spanked buttocks felt like they were on fire.

SLAP!

He moaned and groaned silently into his gag.

SLAP!

Tears pricked the corners of his eyes.

SLAP!

The fire spread from his rear, around to his front.

SLAP!

The almost rhythmic sound of the paddle hitting his buttocks echoed around the museum.

SLAP!

The force of the blows, bouncing Ben slightly on the cross beam.

SLAP!

His eyes, leaked, trickling water down his face, where he could watching it drip down to the rough wood of the baseboard.

SLAP!

He was covered in sweat, his body trembling as much as it could against the bonds that held it so tight.

SLAP!

Behind his gag Ben was all but sobbing, as the paddle landed for one last time on his rear.

SLAP!

Finally, Luke put the paddle down, and returned to Ben's head. "There, you go, twelve of the best. Now you really know what the machine was for don't you." He smiled, before turning back towards the emergency exit. "Now, according to the stuff I read, once boys were spanked on that thing they were left there for a bit to think about what had happened, so that's what I'm going to do. See you later."

Once more Ben found himself, bound, naked and helpless in the museum, only this time not only was he in a rather more uncomfortable position, but he was gagged, and, there was the small burning furnace where his bottom used to be. Oh, and the wet patch on the cross bar where he'd ejaculated while he was being spanked by his little brother.

Chapter Six

Ben was back in the museum, around a week or so later, only not in the same part. No longer did he make a bee line for the torture section as he now had other things on his mind. Turning away from the machine on which Luke had found him trapped, he turned into the local history section and made straight for the part to do with the most famous school in the area.

Floyd Grammar, had closed down long before even Rick had been born, so Ben had never really been interested in it before, only while he'd been tiding up the things used on his last visit, he had happened upon a certain part of the school's display, he hadn't seen before, in order to return the rubber paddle that had made his buttocks such a sore, yet interesting shade of bright red.

The display itself, wasn't all that impressive upon first sight, as it was just a half mock up of a typical room just before the war, when the school had closed down, not to re-open for several years, by which time, things had certainly changed. Using, material saved from the refurbishment, the museum staff had tried to show every aspect of a typical school day from the view point of one of the pupils, including a plain wooden desk and chair facing a blackboard where a mannequin stood dressed in mortarboard and black gown. None of this still interested Ben, what he'd come to see was at the back of the room, where a small display had been set up dealing with school discipline.

It wasn't much of a display, but the few items it contained, had become the centre of Ben's thoughts since he'd first seen them. Of course, he'd seen the rubber paddle before, and knew what that could do, but wasn't so sure about the plimsoll, the paddle that looked like a ping-pong bat, although the cane, that was clearly on its last legs, didn't bother him in the slightest.

Picking up the other item in the display, the school's "Punishment Book", Ben flicked through the pages, reading bits from here and there, about how long since grown up boys, had been punished, with what, and how many blows they'd received, on the palms of the their hands, the backs of their legs, on the seat of their school uniform shorts, and, in the offence warranted it, on their bare buttocks.

Ben felt that strange feeling in the pit of his stomach, as his head became filled with images of boys who were old enough to be his grandparents, being spanked over their teachers knee, or leaning on a desk, or any other number of ways. Following his one encounter with spanking, his head was filled with all sorts of questions, ranging from wonder what hurt most, to whether those being spanked had complained as much as he would have, had he not been gagged when Luke spanked him. Or if, like the old movies always said, they took their punishments like "a man" and didn't move a muscle. Ben really doubted the latter, especially as he picked up the plimsoll, and saw the well worn surface. Instinctively he just knew this had been worn down, not on the floor of some school gymnasium, but on a long line of boy's bottoms.

As it happened the answer to one of Ben's questions was just behind him, in a display for the 'average' house. A mirror. It was dusty, but a few wipes of the teenager's shirt sleeve soon fixed that, which gave him the expected reflection of a standard looking youth in tracksuit and t-shirt. Still looking at himself, Ben reached behind, to hold the plimsoll to his rear, noting as he did that the sole nearly covered all of one of his buttocks, and no doubt on a younger boy, would have done just that to devastating effect. Or would it?

Without thinking anything about it, he watched his own reflection raise its arm until the plimsoll was stretched out behind himself, then, in a flash of blurred motion, he bought it down hard on what he quickly realised was his own, and very real, bottom.

THWOP!

"Shit!" he gasped, as the sound of the single blow, echoed around the more enclosed space, where he was standing. His hand, reactively dropping the shoe, so he could consul his once more aching buttocks before, turning slightly, lowered the rear of his tracksuit, and boxers, to inspect the damage. Thankfully, this wasn't as bad as he'd feared, and certainly nowhere near what his buttocks had looked like when Luke had seen to them. This time there was only a single, light red patch that, just about matched the size and shape of the plimsoll head, on the otherwise white rear whereas last time, there had been no white at all, or even any pink come to that. Everything had just been red. Bright red. There was, however, one thing that was just the same as last time. Not on his backside, but in the front where, just like last time, now the initial pain had gone, Ben's pricklet was stand hard and proud. This confirmed what Ben had thought before. It wasn't just the being tied up and helpless that had turned him on, but the spanking. That, naturally, raised more questions in his mind, as to, if that had happen back in the old days too.

Returning to the Punishment Book, Ben attempted to find some reference to spanked kids getting turned on but, of course there wasn't anything about it, although there was something that he did find interesting. It seemed that whenever a boy got spanked, officially - i.e. not just a random swot in class - then he'd be told to put on a pair of shorts, if he wasn't wearing them, already, that is.

Looking up at the few class photos that had been hung on the wall, Ben saw that all the younger looking boys, in fact, by far the majority of the boys that went to Floyd Grammar at that time, wore shorts and, in the book, he'd even seen cases of older boys, who had been "Put back into shorts" as a punishment. This was something thirteen year old Ben, could imagine to be almost as humiliating as being spanked in the first place. Imagine, being the only boy in your class, or even in your entire year, who was still dressed in short trousers.

Moving down the photos trying to spot a clearly older boy dressed down, and showing his knees, Ben passed several display cases without a glance until the label of one caught his eye. "Uniforms" it said, on a slightly faded card, laying between two sets of neatly laid out clothing. On the right, was a uniform from the time the school had finally closed which, was very similar to what Ben wore to the Comprehensive, while, on the right, was just the very thing Ben had been looking for. The "Floyd Grammar, Junior School Uniform" it was labelled, and it was all there, from the short sleeved, (faded) white shirt, with narrow, square cut tie knotted tightly around the collar, down to the long grey socks with the colour bars around the top. And, right there, in the middle, the light grey shorts.

"Wow!" Ben hissed under his breath, his hand slipping inside the unlocked display case, to turn the shorts over, so he could see, just as he expected, that the seat had been well worn, no doubt in exactly the same way the plimsoll had been. By spankings.

Walking back to the mirror, Ben couldn't help holding the shorts up to himself, trying to imagine just what he would look like in them, but then, he thought, why imagine? Why not try them on? After all, it wasn't as if anyone was going to see him, and, let's face it, he'd been naked enough times in the museum, not to be overly worried about being caught with some clothes on, even if the clothes weren't actually his.

Dropping his tracksuit trousers, Ben stepped into the shorts and pulled them up to his waist with a tug. A second later, he'd breathed in enough to fasten the clasp, and button the fly. However, as Ben looked, in the mirror once more, he realised that he would need a few other things, if he was going to look right. At the moment he just looked, well, strange. The shorts, themselves looked okay on him, if a little tight, but they just didn't go with the rest of his regular clothing. In fact, they didn't even cover his underwear. The red hems of his boxer shorts, stuck out from the legs, or, if Ben pulled them up, then the equally red waistband stuck out the top. And it wasn't the only thing that was wrong either. The trainers and ankle socks were, wrong, as was the overly large t-shirt which, in any event covered a good deal of the shorts in the first place, and could, give the impression, Ben wasn't wearing any trousers at all. No, he was going to have to do something about this, and to do that he needed to pay a visit to his bed room.

Ten minutes later Ben was back in the museum, and was finishing putting on the remainder of the Floyd Grammar Junior School Uniform from the display case. Having left his regular boy clothes upstairs, he'd run back down in nothing but the shorts, feeling strangely like a streaker, even though he wasn't naked. This was partly due to the change of underwear he'd undertaken as part of his preparation. Gone now were the over sized boxer shorts and in their place, totally hidden beneath the tight little shorts, were the only pair of briefs he could find. These Ben had found in the back of Luke's drawers and would probably have been too small on his eleven year old brother, which of course, meant they were even smaller on him, but they would have to do, and it wasn't like anyone was going to see them, was it.

Putting on the shirt from the display case felt ordinary as it was, after all, just like the one he wore, even if it was rather shorter in the front and back, and no where near as baggy as his regular shirt. The tie, however, was another matter. Ben attempted to tie it as he would have his own, but that just didn't work. The large knot he favoured just wouldn't work on the thinner, courser material the old fashioned tie was made from. Eventually, he did manage to fashion something that looked similar to those in sported by the boys in the class photos.

Finally, Ben pulled on the socks, surprised at just how tight they were around his shins, but then, how else would they stay up, he reasoned, before he put back on, the only other things he'd bought downstairs with him. His best shoes. Black and always shiny, they were the only non-trainers Ben owned and about the only thing that would go with the uniform. Then, his clothing complete, Ben took out a comb, and dragged it through his gelled hair, until, finally it lay flat on his head, then, and only then, did he look in the mirror one last time.

"Wow!" Ben said again, at the strange young boy that looked back at him, with his face, but very little else he could recognise as himself. He didn't even look his own age anymore. Somehow, just by putting on a pair of school shorts, he appeared to have lost two, three, perhaps even four years from his age. This, of course, explained, just how embarrassing it would have been for a Floyd Grammar senior boy to have been put back in shorts, like the punishment book had mentioned. That wasn't the only thing the shorts did to him either. As well as making him look younger, they also appeared to make his bum more prominent. Rounder even, the tightness of the shorts and brief, apparently pushing and collecting his buttocks, and clamping them together, to form what Ben knew was called a "bubble butt" on women, and probably the same, on old fashioned schoolboys, like himself.

"Well, well, well, what are you wearing?"

Ben, spun around at the sound of the voice, and saw the beaming, close cropped head of his oldest brother, looking at him from the end of the display with a strange smile on his face.

"I…" the thirteen year old splutter, "I was just trying them on."

Rick came closer, "So I can see. But you know what mum and dad think about you messing around down here, don't you?"

"Yeah, but…"

"But nothing," Rick interrupted, looking Ben up and down, "You made so much noise coming down here, that anyone could have heard, and come to see what was going on. Do you know what sort of shit you'd have been in if one of the security guards had found you in here, like that?"

Ben didn't know what to say. The building's security detail were a joke but, as he looked behind himself, and saw a dead end, Ben realised that, even they would have been able to catch him.

"You know," Rick continued, looking around at the various things, Ben had touched, or removed from the displays. "Mum is really going to freak when he finds out about all this stuff."

"You're not going to tell her, are you Rick?"

"Not see that I've got a choice really, Benny, do you?"

"Ben!" Ben automatically corrected, "Call me 'Ben' now, I'm a teenager."

"Why? You look loads more like a 'Benny' in that get up than you do a 'Ben' that's for sure."

Looking down at himself, Ben could only agree with his brother, but that didn't answer the question he'd initially asked, so he asked it again; "Are you going to tell mum?"

"I should, you know. You and Luke get away with too much crap as it is."

"Please don't." Ben pleaded as an idea formed in his head, "I'll do anything if you don't."

Rick laughed, "Yeah right! Course you will. Anything to get out of being punished, more like?"

"No, really, I mean… well…" It was Ben chance to find out what he wonder for real, and he took it, "You could punish me instead, if you want?"

"Like that's going to happen," laughed the youth, "You don't listen to me at the best of times, so why would you if I said you were grounded."

"But I don't mean that."

Suddenly Rick spun around: "So, what do you mean then?"

"Well, you could… You know… spank me."

At first Rick didn't appear to react, other than for his barely visible eyebrows to raise slightly, "You want me to spank you, rather then me telling Mum about what you're doing down here?"

Ben nodded. "But you'd have to do it properly!"

"Properly? What do you mean 'properly'?"

"Like they did in the old days."

Rick thought about it for a second, slowly putting two and two together inside his head, although out loud he only said: "I guess that makes sense given what you were doing, and how you're dressed."

Ben nodded again: "So will you. Will you spank me?"

"I guess." The youth shrugged, "But, if I'm going to do it then I'm going to do it properly, you understand that, don't you?"

The smile, half frozen on his lips, Ben asked Rick what he meant!"

"I mean, its not called a 'punishment' for nothing, you know? Its going to hurt!"

"I know." Nodded Ben, "I deserve it!"

"So it would seem." Rick said after a short pause, for him to think. "Tell you what, there's not much room in here, so you go back to the school bit, and we'll do it there, okay."

Without answering, Ben spun around on the non slip soles of his best shoes and, leading the way, led Rick back into the main lobby museum lobby where, Rick pulled the chair out from behind the old fashioned desk and sat down from where he beckoned Ben towards him. "Okay," he said, "What have you got to say for yourself young man?"

It was a phrase their father had used on both of them, and to hear it coming from Rick, made Ben smile, which wasn't what Rick wanted: "This is no laughing matter, young Benny."

"Sorry," Ben chocked back his giggles.

"That's better, now, why tell me, why are you here."

"For a spanking." A shiver ran through Ben as he said the words.

"Indeed, a good, hard, old fashioned spanking, and about time too, I think. Bend over!" As he said the last words, Rick, leant back in the chair, and patted his lap.

Unsure of just how to do it, at first, Ben bent himself across Rick's lap, until his feet only just remained on the floor, with his head dropping onto the far side, his bottom, automatically raised up, in the middle, to form into the perfect target.

Now able to smile knowingly, at his little brother's actions, Rick, waited while Ben got himself comfortable, admiring the sight of the apparently small, tight buttocks, encased in their light grey coating, coming to rest at the perfect, inviting angle, for a spanking. His hand, even drifting over the soft luscious curves of the up thrust buttocks, giving the well rounded bottom, a tiny squeeze, and finding the flesh, both impossibly soft while, at the same time, strong and resilient.

"I'm ready!" Ben said a few seconds later, and Rick snatched his hand away. "You can spank me now."

"Okay, but remember, you asked for it."

Slowly the laughing sixteen year old raised his hand up, until it could go no higher. Then it paused, for just a second before, it came crashing down right into the centre of the short clad rear.

SMACK!

Rick paused, half expecting Ben to jump up, but when he didn't, Rick did the same thing again.

SMACK!

The large hand landed right in the centre of Ben's buttocks, momentarily flattening the twin mounds as the palm smashed into them, before, as the hand was removed once more, they resumed their previous shape, until the hand returned a second later.

SMACK!

This time Ben gave a little groan but otherwise made no sound of motion to stop what was happening. So, Rick let him have it again. Twice. Harder.

SMACK! SMACK!

With still no reaction coming, Rick's hand soon gathered motion. Not only going up and down but starting to move from side to side and around, as it varied the spanking spot.

SMACK! SMACK!

Slowly, Ben started to react to what was happening.

SMACK! SMACK!

Little gasps escaped from his mouth, as the blows landed.

SMACK! SMACK!

Then, as they continued, his body started to shudder.

SMACK! SMACK!

He wasn't trying to move away from the spanking but Rick reacted as if he was, his arm curling across Ben's back, to grab the boy's arm on the far side, clamping him in place.

SMACK! SMACK!

Now Ben wasn't just being spanked, he was being firmly held and spanked. That, somehow, just seemed to make him feeling things even more.

SMACK! SMACK!

Rick was working slow and deliberate. He'd never actually spanked someone before, but he was working as if he had, and doing rather a good job of it, into the bargain.

SMACK! SMACK!

The blows were slow, and deliberate, and methodical, as they fell seemingly on every part of the shorts.

SMACK! SMACK!

And as the spanking continued, Ben discovered just how little protection the traditional school boy uniform protected his rear from a sustained punishment.

SMACK! SMACK!

Already, Ben had endured more blows from Rick than he had been forced to endure from his little brother, but although the youth was spanking him with nothing more than his hand, it was already starting to sting.

SMACK! SMACK!

Gradually, but steadily, he could feel his bottom warming, until it was starting to really heat up, and then to sting.

SMACK! SMACK!

All the time Rick just went right on going. His hand raising and lowering, time after time, after time. His palm pounding his little brother's buttocks for all he was worth. Until, he was surprised to hear something he hadn't been expecting. The sounds of crying.

SMACK! SMACK!

The tears had come as a complete surprise to Ben. Of course, he cried last time, but that had been unexpected, and had hurt a lot more than what he'd had so far, even if the actual number of blows had been less. This time, however, the tears had just come on in suddenly, as if someone had squirted them into his eyes, and they had then over run, and started to run down his face, as the spanking came to an end.

SMACK!

The final blow, was nowhere near as hard as the others had been, as Rick now felt somewhat guilty about making his brother cry, in the way a big brother should. His hand, even remained on Ben's rear, once it had landed, as if this would, somehow, lesson the damage he'd done. Yet, all it actually showed him was just how much heat he'd created, in the little boy shorts. "Had enough?" he asked.

It took Ben a few seconds to answer but, when he did it wasn't quite what Rick had expected. "Not really!"

"What? Oh come on, that must have hurt!"

"A little!"

"Yeah right, so in that case you wouldn't mind if I spanked you some more then, will you?"

Ben gave his best, little brother reply: "Nope!" But Rick was ready for it.

"Not even if I use this thing, that you playing with earlier?"

Looking over his shoulder, Ben saw the plimsoll in his brother's hand, and got the butterflies in his stomach all over again. "Nope!" he repeated, although this time, his voice was slightly shaky.

"Okay then, but you asked for it."

Thwop!

The first blow was a tester, while Rick got his eye in. The next, and those that followed it, weren't however, and Ben felt each and every one of them.

THWOP!

This one was real. The sound it created louder, and the results more spectacular, as Ben's entire body twitched.

THWOP!

The third one fell on the same spot as the other two, and produced a good gasp from the boy being punished.

THWOP!

"Felt that one, didn't you, Benny?" Rick teased, the plimsoll already raising for another go, which it delivered before Ben got to reply.

THWOP! - "Ow!"

Rick smiled, and stepped up a gear.

THWOP! THWOP!

The unexpected follow up blow, caught, Ben by surprised, his legs buckling as the rubber sole bit into his rear.

"Keep Still!" he was warned, as the spanking continued.

THWOP! THWOP!

But Ben couldn't keep still any longer even if he'd wanted to. It was as if his legs had a mind of their own, and that mind wanted away from the spanking slipper. And fast.

THWOP! THWOP!

They just kept kicking.

"Okay, that does it." Rick announced, stopping the spanking and putting the plimsoll down so he could grab his brother by the waist and raise him part way back up onto his feet. However, before Ben was able to stand under his own steam, he was being laid down again. Not across Rick's lap this time, but just across one leg. The other one having been removed from underneath him and re-positioned across the backs of his thighs. Rick's left foot hooked under his right, locking both himself, and Ben tightly into position as he picked up the plimsoll once more.

THWOP! THWOP!

Ben was stuck in more ways than one. Although is hands were free, they could little more than keep his face from the museum floor, as the spanking resumed on his rear, and he didn't mind one bit.

THWOP! THWOP!

A hand was on his back, pushing him down, into Rick's thigh, as if he could have moved, even if he wanted to.

THWOP! THWOP!

Gasping at the tingling in his rear returned to a stinging pain, Ben gritted his teeth.

THWOP! THWOP!

The blows were still slow in arriving, but now he couldn't move they seemed even more powerful, as if Rick was trying to actually flatten his rear, bit by bit.

THWOP! THWOP!

Slow and monstrously the plimsoll raised and fell onto the seat of Ben's shorts. Rick just about managing to keep himself from pounding away to deliver, what was turning out to be a very professional spanking.

THWOP! THWOP!

And as the assault continued, the struggling that had marked the early part of the slippering, was largely contained, until it appeared as if Ben was just laying there, allowing his bottom to be spanked, until…

THWOP! THWOP!

Finally, Rick decided that enough was enough, and he called the spanking to an end, and, once more put the plimsoll down, uncrossed his legs, and once more helped Ben up to his feet.

""Didn't enjoy that so much did you, Benny?" he asked with a smile, "Perhaps you should have let me tell mum and dad instead, eh?"

The well spanked thirteen year old, sniffed, and instead of answering just rubbed the sleeve of the stolen uniform across his mouth and nose to clear away everything that had leaked from him during his punishment. Well, not quite everything.

Suddenly Rick laughed, "there again, perhaps you didn't mind it after all." And before Ben could work out what was meant he was met with the startling happening of his big brother thrusting his hand into the centre of his shorts and grabbing hold of the hardness he found there.

"Jesus!" Rick gasped along with Ben, as his fingers curled around the throbbing proof of his middle brother's enjoyment. "You did like it, didn't you?"

Ben didn't answer - there really wasn't any point - although his blush did put all the colour back into his face the spanking had driven from it. This both brothers found surprising as, they had both assumed, all the blood in Ben's body, was now inside his brief underpants, powering his rampant erection.

"What are we going to do with you Benny?" laughed Rick, as he slowly removed his hand from his brother's groin.

"Don't know!" slowly Ben shock his head, and silence fell over the two brothers.

"Well, one things for certain. You can't go back upstairs like that." Rick said, and then clarified himself a little more, "I mean you can't go upstairs, either dressed like that or like 'that'!"

Once more Benny blushed as reference was made to his erection but he didn't say anything, just waited to see what Rick would say next.

"So, until things… er… return to normal, you can do what any naughty little schoolboy does, and go and stand in the corner with your hands on your head while I clean up your mess, and get you some proper clothes. Go on. Off you go."

Slowly, Ben shuffled over to the corner of the schoolroom display, and positioned himself as near to the corner as he could get, with his hands on his head. Of course, as he did that, the muscles in his buttocks stretched, which only made his sore bottom itch, only he couldn't do anything about it - or else - as Rick nipped back upstairs.

Chapter Seven

"What do you want to do, Luke?" Ben asked his little brother, when they were next alone.

"Don't know." The slightly long haired boy shrugged, flicking his head to one side, to clear his vision. "I guess we could go downstairs and do something, cos there's nothing to do up here."

Ben looked around at all the expensive toys and gadgets the three of them shared before not only agreeing but putting forward his own idea. "I could be the good guy that's been captured, and you could be the bad guy that's trying to get me to tell you where the stuff is, okay?"

"I guess." Luke shrugged again, hardly surprised as that was the plot they played nearly all the time now, although Ben did have one stipulation.

"But no spanking my arse, okay, cos that really hurt last time."

"Oh, okay," he agreed, not having thought of doing that again, especially as he had some other ideas, that he could use, not that he was going to tell Ben about them, just yet. "So where do you want to start then. Do I have to chase you and stuff?"

"No. Let's skip that bit," suggested Ben, eager to get going, "How about we start from after your men have just caught me, and they've bought me to you, to see what you want to do with me, okay?"

Luke shrugged a third time: "Sure! Whatever?"

"Okay," Ben set the scene, "You stand there, and I'll stand here, like there are guards holding my arms. Right, begin."

"Kneel before me!" Ordered Luke as the game got underway. Ben initially refusing, struggling against the invisible guards, until, slowly, but surely, he sank down to his knees in front of his brother. "That's better, now you are my prisoner, and you must do what I tell you, understand."

"No! Never!"

"Oh yes you will, or else," threatened the smaller boy, grabbing hold of his brother's shirt collar in an attempt to pull him closer but Ben was too fast for him, twisting and turning his torso, despite the 'guards', to slip out of his shirt.

"Ha!" Ben laughed, at Luke standing there, still holding his shirt, "You can't do anything to me. You'll never make me talk!"

"We'll see about that," the smaller boy, "Guards, strip him!"

"What?" Ben gasped.

"Well, seeing as you wanted to take your shirt off, why not take everything off, and anyway, torture is always done naked, you said so yourself."

After his arousal both whilst being spanked and before, Ben had decided that in future games he would only take his shirt off, but, now found himself trapped by his own earlier logic. The only question was, how was it going to be done, after all, there were no actual guards to strip him, but, as things turned out, it seemed Luke had already accounted for that.

"Stand up then." The eleven year old whispered, before barking the same order at the guards, and then apparently acknowledging receipt of the order himself, to signal that he now was a guard. "Hold the prisoners arms behind his back," he told the other guard, Ben obliging by putting his hands behind himself. Luke, meanwhile, reached out for Ben's waist reached for and undid the top of Ben's jeans, and tugged them down to his knees, only to be greeted by the sight of his brother's erection, standing straight up against his belly, inside the strangely familiar and very small underpants, Ben was wearing.

"Sit the prisoner down so I can take his shoes and socks off, and hold on to him."

Ben did as the action required, keeping his hands behind his back at all times, he sat down, well back on the bed, pushing both his legs out to make it easier for Luke to continue to strip him, although Luke didn't seem as keep on his has he had in the past. Almost as if he was thinking about other things, which, in fact he was. Sort of. The sight of Ben's erection had given Luke the go ahead to try one of the rumours that was going around his school.

Being so much younger than his brothers gave Luke a totally different set of friends at school, and being too young to think about sex all the time - as Ben now did - Luke and his mates spoke only of sport, war, and other things that appealed to their age range. One of which, just happened to be torture, and, it was one of these tales that Luke had been listening to earlier in the day. Of course, being eleven none of Luke's friends really knew much about the subject, certainly not as much as Luke did, given where he lived, until the moment one of them had bought up the subject of the Viet Cong. "Apparently," the boy had said, quoting from a magazine, "in order to get the American GI's to talk the Viet Cong would tie the soldier spread eagled, and then get a bunch of pretty girls to play with his prick, until it got hard."

"So what?" another had said, fighting the urge to either bush of giggle, or both, "that don't sound so bad."

"That's not the worse bit," the boy had continued, "You see they tie a strong bit of string around the soldier's dick and balls, and this string, not only stops his dick from going soft, but it don't let him squirt neither, and that's what drives the soldier to tell the Viet Cong everything in the end. Anything and everything."

Luke and his mates had been astounded by this, and, of course, there was nothing in the museum that could match it, all of them wondering if it was true, well, thought Luke now as he looked at his brother, maybe today he could find out for sure.

A strange half smile starting to play on his face, Luke removed Ben's shoes and socks before instructing the invisible guard to stand the prisoner up once more. At which point, he went over to Ben and tugged down his underpants. Sure enough, there was his prick, standing straight up, looking even bigger than Luke remembered it, as it pointed out from the short crop pubic hair that encircled the base, which gave Luke another idea, he and his mates had talked about, but which none of them could ever actually happen to them. At least for a few years, anyway.

"Right then guards!" Luke snapped, returning to his original role as the prisoner commander. "Bring the prisoner downstairs to the torture chamber!"

Ben was visible startled: "I'm naked!"

"Just as all prisoners should be. Come on, Guards, bring him." And without waiting for anymore protests, Luke walked out of the room, leaving his naked brother there, to decided what to do next.

Standing where he'd been stripped, Ben knew he had two choice. Either he stayed upstairs, where no one would see him or he went downstairs to the museum. Of course, if he stayed, then he would still have his clothes, but the game would be over. On the other hand, if he went downstairs, as he was, there was always a small chance someone would see him naked. In the end, however, the outcome was never really that much in doubt. After all, Ben, Luke and even Rick had been up and down to the museum dozens, if not hundreds of times in the past, and they'd never been seen before, so why would this time be any different. Sure, Ben was naked but, he'd already done it a few times wearing handcuffs, not to mention the little short trousers he'd been spanked in. No, he'd risk it. Especially if it was the only way to keep the game going.

"Bring him over here," Luke ordered the moment Ben entered the museum, He was, as expected standing in the torture section, near a side wall, lowering a chain that was attached via ceiling pulley to a set of metal shackles. Obediently, and with any pretence at struggling, Ben stood beneath the shackles, and raised his arms up.

"Hold him still, while I fasten him in." order commander Luke, raising himself up to the tips of his toes so he could close the first metal bracket around Ben's right wrist. The lock had been removed long ago, but by using a small nut and bolt, Luke was able to make the cuff hold around that first wrist and then, in turn the other one. Then, he returned to the wall, and pulled down on the chain he'd just released.

Slowly, but surely, the slack was taken up, and Ben's arms were raised up. Fastened to either end of the three foot long metal bar, his wrists rose level with each other, until he could reach no higher. At this point, Luke gave one more tug, so the cuffs slipped up Ben's arms right to where his balled fists, prevented them from coming off. Then he hooked the chain off, and slipped the lock that was usually used to keep people from playing with it, back into the links so it was stuck in place.

Naturally, given all their time in the museum before, this wasn't the first time, Ben had been chained up in this way, although it was the first time he'd been done so naked, which added that much more spice to it. So much in fact that the moment the shackles had closed on his wrists his prick had started to harden once more, forming back into the erection he'd pretty much lost on his nervous trip down from the family quarters. By the time, Luke came back over to him, however, he was about as hard as he could be. Or so he thought, anyway. The things his little brother was about to do to him would, make him harder still.

Moving around behind Ben, Luke pulled a clean rag from his pocket, spun it into a rope, and flicked it around his brother's head. The intention had been to gag him, but even as he did it, he changed his mind, for two reasons. The first was that he saw a better use for the cloth, and secondly, he'd spotted something that would do the original job a lot better.

Leaving the cloth covering Ben's eyes, Luke dashed over to a nearby display which had just been repaired with some very un-authentic tape. This he carefully peeled off, and then stuck down again. Over Ben's mouth so his brother was both blindfolded and gagged and less likely to course trouble for what he was going to do next, although, from the way Ben had submitted to everything so far, Luke did actually wonder if he could have done it, without tying Ben up in the first place. Still, no time for that now. There were a few things he had to get, in order to carry his plan out.

Without a word, Luke left the museum, but he did make sure he made just enough noise so that Ben would know he was being left all alone, tied up, naked, blind, gagged, helpless, and, of course, painfully erect. As quick as he could Luke collected all the things he would need from both his bedroom, the bathroom, and the kitchen, before heading back again.

In the museum, Ben squirmed a little but there was very little he could do to get out of his current position, so, naturally, he was still right where Luke had left him when the younger boy returned. This time, Luke made sure, he was as quiet as possible, sneaking into the museum, and watching for a while, as Ben shock and shivered in the shackles. Facing away from him, he could see Ben's tight, teenager buttocks, shifting from side to side, as he tried to keep his balance and not rest too much weight on the shackles. It gave him an idea, that was really too good to miss. Putting down the things he was carrying, he sneaked over and…

SLAP!

Startled at the unexpected spank, Ben gasped into the tape gag. His head spinning around, but, of course, not seeing anything.

"Hello, Ben!" the cheeky imp said, "I've got a little surprise for you, can you tell what this is!"

At this point Ben received another shock. Not to his rear but, of all places, under his arms, where something cold was squirted into the arm pits of his raised limbs. And if that startled him, then the low electric bussing sound he heard next, made him worry.

"It's Rick's shaver." Luke informed him, with a laugh, as they both knew their elder brother barely had anything to shave, which is why he wouldn't miss his shaver, of course. "I just wanted to see if it worked."

Ben wasn't sure he understood. After all, how could he be shaved when, (a) he needed it less than Rick and (b) he still had tape over his mouth. Only the buzzing noise wasn't coming towards his head, it was slightly lower, and to one side. Then, the truth of what Luke was intending to do hit him, but he could do absolutely nothing to stop the younger boy from running the shaver up and down his armpits, until they were completely bare of both the shaving foam he'd just put there, and the few, faint hairs that had just started to grow. There was worse to come though.

The moment, Ben felt the cold foam being sprayed on his lower abdomen, he started to kick in the hope this would prevent Luke from shaving off his pubic hair. It didn't, of course, just delayed it. Luke putting down the can, wrapped his arms around both his brother's legs, and clipped one ankle into a matching shackle to the ones holding Ben's arms. Once one leg was secure, Luke just had to pull the two limbs apart and attach the other one. This, not only held Ben's legs still, but as they were now spread apart, meant he dare not for fear of putting extra weight on his wrist shackles.

From then on, Ben was little trouble, although he continued to protest through his gag, as Luke finished applying the shaving foam, and then the used the electric razor around his most sensitive areas. Thankfully, the razor had all the safety features, so there was no accidents, and as Ben was only nearly thirteen there really wasn't all that much hair there in the first place. Still, Ben had been excited that he had some, and had boasted of it to Luke on more than one occasion, which gave their removal even more pleasure for the younger boy.

"There," announced Luke as he used a rag to wipe away the last of the shaving cream, "the prisoner is now ready for the rack."

At this point in the game, Ben's usual line would be to complain, and protest about the prospect of being placed on the rack, but, as it was, he just wanted to see what the damage was, and to get some of the pressure off his arms. That last wish was about to be granted, although that was the only one. Luke releasing the lock holding the support chain to the wall, and then, the chain itself. Ben audibly sighing through the tape as he was able to once more rest his weight back on his feet. However that was as far as he was released, the shackles themselves stayed on both his arms and legs.

"Over to the rack!" Luke prompted him, with a poke at his buttocks. A practise he kept doing until he had Ben right where he wanted him. Standing next to the rough timber the ancient torture instrument was made from.

Turning the bound boy so his back was to the rack, Luke, made Ben sit down, and then helped him swing his legs up onto he top, and lay down. Then, when the thirteen year old was all stretched out, Luke pulled his arms back up above his head, and fastened the cuffs it was fitted with, not to Ben's wrists but around the central bar of the shackles. He then repeated the same procedure at the other end, effectively securing Ben down to the machine, albeit, not in the regular way.

"Are you going to talk now prisoner?" Luke asked, once he'd checked everything was locked and fastened down. Of course, Ben didn't answer, but it didn't mater Luke was going about to try the thing he'd heard about, anyway.

Pulling a shoe lace he'd removed from one of Ben's own shoes, Luke moved quickly and before Ben realised it, the smaller boy had the tough cord wrapped around both Ben's prick and scrotal sac, and had knotted it, tightly, beneath them both. Naturally, as soon as he felt it, Ben started to protest. As much as he could anyway, which actually wasn't all that much, given just how helpless he now was. Meanwhile, Luke was watching the results of his experiment with interest.

Twitching about on Ben's slightly panting belly, the new teenager's prick actually appeared to have gotten bigger, well not really bigger, but certainly redder. The crown, was pushing through the foreskin more, and, with the shoelace tight around the root, both his prick and balls did appear to be far more prominent, between his wide spread legs, than they had been before.

"Right," Luke said, his voice a little hoarse, "Let the torture begin."

Reaching out the small, nail bitten fingers, brushed up against his brother's prick, feeling it pulsing and twitching like never before. The hot, quivering flesh, was now more alive than it ever had been before especially when Luke's gentle caress caused the tight skin to move slightly either up or down. This motion wasn't much, but its effects were dramatic as they caused Ben to thrash against his bonds. Which was just what Luke had been told would happen. So he continued.

Within a minute, sweat appeared all over Ben's naked and exposed body, despite it being somewhat chilly down in the museum basement. A shiny coat of perspiration formed across his chest and belly, and down his tensed legs.

Ten minutes later and Ben was starting to look like he'd just got out of the shower. His hair now so wet that it was plastered back to his scalp, while little pools of perspiration pooled in his navel and dripped off onto the timber rack. The overall effect, especially in the low light of the officially 'closed' museum, being to make Ben's overly tensed body glisten from his head to his curled toes while, trapped by the shoe lace, his prick continued to throb and twist, and turn, and demand attention. Attention it was about to get.

Clearly, the story about the Viet Cong Luke had heard was correct, and with it now proved, Luke moved the encounter on to the obvious conclusion. Reaching down, beneath his brother's balls, he located, and released the knot from the shoelace, and only just managed to remove his hand before Ben's prick erupted in spectacular fashion.

A long groan, that got louder and louder, came from behind the sticky tape. Ben's stomach and thighs, tensed up and stayed that way, until they became so rippled with muscles they looked like they might snap at any second. Then, it all seemed to snap at once. Ben's body, despite being tightly shackled down, arched up in the centre, as he came. Luke ducking back as the first blast of new teenage cum shoot up into the air and didn't come down again, lodged as it was, somewhere in the museum roof space. Three more blasts followed it, each one slightly less than the one before it, until finally Ben relaxed once more and it was over. Ben laying there, no longer pulling against his bonds, his chest heaving.

Carefully, Luke peeled the gag from Ben's mouth, allowing his brother to take in the huge gulps of air he'd long been craving, as he wound down from what had obviously been the most wonderful orgasm he'd ever had.

Chapter Eight

Ben was sitting quietly near the school water fountain when he heard something that, gave him the chills. "Hey, you heard about that sixth former!" a voice said on the other side of the room. Ben wasn't sure who it was speaking and, normally would have ignored it, but given the amount of secrets he was now carrying around in his head, he had started to listen to any, and all, gossip, he could. And it was just as well given what was coming next.

"They say, he's into all sorts of strange stuff, like tying people up and stuff like that."

Hearing that, of course, raised Ben's interest even more, but, try as he might he couldn't heard the other voice in the conversation. Who, at least, seemed to be asking the right questions.

"You know, it's the one with the short hair, Mick, or Rick or something."

The gossiping boy moved away a few minutes later but the damage was already done. Ben's hands actually shaking so badly that he had to put them into the pockets of his trousers, to hide both them, and his fear at just how badly he'd messed up.

It hadn't been deliberate but that hardly mattered. He'd just been changing for gym when someone had noticed the fading red marks around his wrists from the last time he'd been tied up. Naturally, Ben had been asked what the marks were and where they had come from, and unable to tell the truth - that he'd handcuffed his hands together when he went to bed the night before, Ben had said the first thing that had come into his head. That his brother had tied him up. It wasn't even that much of a lie, as Rick had tied him up before, and had given him the handcuffs in fact, and it had seemed to do the trick. Until now. Ben just hoped he could find Rick, before the gossip did. He didn't.

Rick, being in the sixth form, had a strange schedule that appeared to change day by day, week by week, so Ben never knew where to find him, at any one time. So it wasn't until he got home before he could find him, sitting at the kitchen table, with a face that could melt stone.

"Hi Rick!" Ben said, trying to sound as normal as his quaking voice would let him.

Slowly the sixteen year old turned, "What do you want traitor!"

"To say I'm sorry!" Ben attempted but that was as far as he got.

"Yeah right you are, but then it ain't you everything thinks like being tied up and stuff is it, which is ironic if you think about it, really."

Ben laughed nervously, but Rick didn't.

"It wasn't my fault," he protested, "It just sort of slipped out."

"Yeah right, I bet it did. You'd say anything to protect your little secret wouldn't you?"

"No, it wasn't like that at all. Honest."

"Of course not." Rick shrugged, pointedly turning his back on his little brother.

"I'd put it right if I could!"

"Oh, and just how are you going to do that, then Ben, tell me?"

Ben couldn't. He'd never seen Rick this angry before, and although it seemed like a fair question, with one obvious answer there was no way, he was going to tell all his peers that he actually liked being tied up, and more. No, there had to be another way. And, perhaps, there was. It would be worth a try, anyway.

"Rick!" he said softly, "You could always punish me, if you want?"

"Oh yeah, and how am I going to do that, then? Tell everyone about what you get up to down in the museum?"

"No, not that!" Ben gulped, "I mean, like you did last time. Only for real this time."

There was silence for a long moment, before Rick's head slowly turned to look at Ben, "You mean you want me to spank you again?"

"Sure, look I know I messed up, and your by brother, and I hurt you so, perhaps, you should do something that hurts me back, and spank me properly, and not just playing like last time."

A smile flickered onto Rick's face: "You didn't act like I was playing much last time. What with the crying and everything!"

"Yeah I know, but still, it wasn't like a real spanking was it, we were just mucking about."

"So, what would have made it a real spanking then, eh, Benny?"

A shiver went through Ben's body at the mention of his 'younger' name, but he managed to play his trump card all the same, "Well, you could make me take my clothes off before you spank me."

"Even your boxers?" gasped Rick, sounding more than a little shocked.

Ben nodded but failed to convince.

"Okay, prove it. Take off your shirt and trousers, right now."

Hoping to prove just how sorry he was, Ben leapt into action, undoing his shirt and slipping his arms out of the sleeves, before dropping it over the back of a near by chair. Toeing off his shoes, he unsnapped his trousers and pushed them down his thighs and off his feet, making sure to take his socks with them, before they too ended up over the back of the chair.

"Erm," Rick said, looking at his nearly naked brother, and especially the small briefs he was wearing, "I guess you weren't kidding after all."

"Are you going to spank me then?" Ben butted in, a little too keenly.

"Yes, I think I will, but not with my hand. Wait there." Rick got up to leave, but stopped in the doorway, "Put your hands on your head, and stand in the corner."

Once more thirteen year old Ben found himself in the corner of a room, only this time his bottom didn't hurt, yet, and that, somehow, just made it all the more intense as he waited for Rick to return. It wasn't a long wait, in terms of time, but for other reasons, it did seem to last a long time.

"Okay, Benny," Rick said from the doorway, "Take off your little panties, and come here for your spanking."

The younger teenager obeyed, taking off the last of his clothes, as best he could while keeping his nose pressed to the wall. Naturally, the brothers had seen each other naked many times, while they were younger, but less so as they got older, unless it was by accident. Still, they had no real need to be embarrassed in front of each other, but as Ben turned, he couldn't help feeling somewhat different given both the circumstances, and the way Rick was now sitting, stretched out in the chair, his long legs forming the perfect platform onto which he was slowly patting the ping pong bat, he'd gone to fetch.

"Told you I wouldn't use my hand this time," Rick smiled at his brother, before once more running his eyes across Ben's body. "Hey, I thought you were old enough to have hair by now!" he said, "Still at least that explains why you still behave like a little kid. Come on get over here for your spanking little boy."

Blushing at his lack of pubic hair - something he had managed to hide, during gym class, at least - Ben got into position. He wanted to show Rick that he was doing this willingly, but not too eagerly, so he gook his time, arranging himself, so he could still support himself with his feet and hands, while still resting his middle against the somewhat prickly fabric of Rick's trousers. Problem was that he took so long getting read, that Rick got impatient and started without giving the expected warning.

THWACK!

Ben yelped at the sudden pain as the very lightly padded wood, smacked his skin, leaving a stinging zone of heat on his right buttock. A zone that wasn't unique for long.

THWACK!

Another yelp escaped from him, as his left buttock felt the bite of the makeshift paddle.

THWACK!

Rick didn't say anything, but his actions were speaking louder than any words ever could.

THWACK!

He even seemed to have improved his technique since the last time he'd spanked Ben, down in the museum.

THWACK!

The sixteen year old, by now, whether he realised it or not, had become a very adept spanker.

THWACK!

As the paddle smacking down, over and over, on Ben's bare bottom, testified.

THWACK!

Ben was soon not only crying out, whenever he was struck, but then the burning in his rear, became a solid ache.

THWACK!

And he cried all the time.

THWACK!

Not only that, but as the spanking continued, with no signs of slowing down, he actually started to beg.

THWACK!

"Please!" he'd say.

THWACK!

"It hurts!"

THWACK!

Strange thing is that Ben could have stopped the spanking any time he wanted. He'd initiated the spanking, and as annoyed as he was, Rick had no real desire to hurt his brother, and was really only doing this so Ben would feel better about himself.

THWACK!

The rumour doing the rounds at the school, hadn't bothered the older boy, in the slightest, he'd only pretended that they had to wind Ben up in the first place, which is, more or less, what he was still doing. Or so he thought.

THWACK!

And as long as Ben wanted him to go on, then that's what he would do.

THWACK!

Ben, meanwhile, had given up pleading for the spanking to spot, and was just making a loud groaning noise that increased whenever a new blow was delivered, before lessening again, before the next one arrived.

THWACK!

He had no real idea how long the spanking lasted for, but it was starting to feel like forever, when, at last, Rick thought enough was enough and put the paddle down.

Not that Ben actually noticed. He just lay there with his blazing bottom, waiting for even more blows to come down. It only being when he felt Rick's hand gentle patting his buttocks, did he understand that it was finally over and with quivering arms, he pushing himself up from his brother's lap.

"I'm sorry!" he said, his voice no longer quivering from anticipation but from the result.

"I know you are, kid!" Rick replied, wiping his brother's eyes for him before, looking him over once more for any signs of real damage, and finding something he probably should have expected instead. "Well, most of you is sorry anyway!"

Ben's blush at the erect state of his penis was hidden under his already flushed face, but even that wasn't enough for the organ to go down, as it remained poking out from his middle, even as Rick set about making a snack for them both.

Chapter Nine

Following the second time with Rick the idea of being spanked, fascinated Ben. He tried spanking himself and that worked to a point, just like being spanked by Rick had. Discovering a long handled clothes brush, helped, as it was perfectly suited to the task, and it would always got the same way. He'd strip down, kneel on the floor - so he didn't loose balance - and then proceed to beat his buttocks as hard as he could. Swiping at each of them, until they went a nice shade of red. However, before he could give himself a real beating, he would lose control of what he was doing, and just end up masturbating, to a very intense but ultimately unsatisfactory orgasm.

No, what Ben really needed - at least according to Ben himself - was to get someone else to spank him again, only this time without him having any control over it at all, rather like the first time, down in the museum, which is pretty much what he tried to do again. Only this time, he got rather more than he bargained for.

This plan was a lot better formulated than the first one had been, in fact, more so than any of the plans Ben had had before. He thought he'd thought of everything, even going so far as to check the museum visitor's schedule for several days, until he could find one that would offer up just the right sort of group, he wanted. Then, having decided scouts and cubs would be best, he just had to get things ready, and wait.

On the day, in question, Ben very nearly bottled out, but, with is bottom already tingling, he made his way down into the museum, long before opening time, to get things ready. The evening before, he'd prepared a new sign, on official museum paper, that would explain what he was doing, and hopefully, encourage the scouts to become involved in his 'interactive' display.

In the museum, Ben slipped through to the back, where, he'd quickly re-arranged a few exhibits in the medical section, by pulling out the 'mad bed' from the wall, and, not without some considerable effort, even with one of the over head pulleys, stood it on end. The 'mad beds' had been designed to restrain 'unstable' patients back in the old days, when there was nothing that could be done with them. The bed itself was fairly ordinary, consisting of a heavy wooden frame, upon which sat a plain wooden board. This board, however, Ben removed and stood against the wall, leaving just the frame itself. However, the frame alone, was far from ordinary, as it contained two additions. These were moveable wooden stocks that could be fastened at any place along the frame, to hold the patient's wrists and ankles. Firmly out of the way, in cloth lined, holes drilled into the opening stocks, that could be latched closed.

Having experimented with the 'mad bed' before, Ben knew just where to position the stocks so they would be the right height to hold him, without his having to stretch to far. The lower one, raised a few inches so his feet could still rest on the floor, even after he was locked to the bed.

Checking his watch, Ben, saw he only had ten minutes before the museum opened for the afternoon, so quickly he stripped down to his underpants - or rather Luke's old briefs - before, keeping the few things he still needed he, carefully, hid the rest away.

Returning to the upended 'mad bed' he first gagged himself with Rick's handkerchief, before wrapping two thick layers of duct tape around his mouth, to hold it in place. Then, after putting out the sign he'd made, he stepped into the lower stocks, and closed them around his ankles. Making sure to snap the catch closed before he blindfolded himself.

It was awkward pulling on the leather hood, while wearing an elasticated bracelet, from which hung a specially angled, length of wire, but, that wire, was his one means of escape, and the hood would prevent him from being recognised, so both were essential to the success of the plan. So Ben kept on trying until he fastened the hood around his neck, with the built in lock. The key to which, he tucked under the collar, so he could get it easily later, once he was free.

Finally, Ben Reached up above his head, blindly, Ben, felt along the stocks until he found the holes for his wrists. Then, with the left hand, in place, he used his right to close the stocks to, but not closed. This left him just enough room to sneak his right hand into the slot for it before, pulling up the wire attached to his wrist, he twisted the bent end, over the top of the stocks, and with a deep sigh, gave it a yank. The timber slammed shut, followed by a slight click as the second catch sprung shut. Trapped, and blind, all Ben could do now, was wait.

For fifteen minutes, Ben remained trapped where he was, in just his boyish underwear, waiting for someone he didn't know, and wouldn't know, to see the sign he'd made and take up the odd offer. Then, just as he was beginning to wonder if all his effort had been in vain, he finally heard footsteps approaching.

Closer and closer they came, as their owners, made their way from one fairly dull exhibit to another, in order to fill out the worksheets the museum provided in the hopes of convincing someone, that the mostly old rubbish they had was somehow 'educational' and not, incredible dull, as in fact the majority of it was. Of course, the worksheets did have two effects, both of which Ben was counting on for his plan to work. The first being that the visiting cub pack, would be sure to find him, deep in the bowels of the museum, and second, that the adults with them, would just leave them to it, and safe in the knowledge there was no way out of the museum other than the front door, would sit in the caf�, opposite and wait for the first ones to finish.

As the steps finally came in his direction, Ben only once considered bottling out, and freeing himself, but even as he thought about it, he realised he wouldn't have enough time to totally get away, so in the end, he just waited, as calmly as he could, until it was, literally, too late.

"Oh wow!" gasped a young voice, "Hey, guys, come look what I've found."

Thankfully, the youngster's cry wasn't loud enough to attract the attention of anyone more than a few feet away, so Ben wouldn't be needing to use his "it was a prank" excuse, just yet, although he did wonder just what these cubs would make of him.

"Wow!" seemed to be the normal expression whenever a new boy first saw him, standing there in what looked like upright stocks. His body all stretched out, and wearing very little.

"Hey there's a notice here," the owner of the first voice said, before he slowly read out the fake sign, Ben had made, "This display shows what happens to very naughty boys back in the olden days. They would be locked into these stock and anyone passing would be invited to spank them. Please feel free to do the same."

The words lead to another chorus of "Wow!" before a particularly high pitched voice asked, the question they were all thinking, "What should we do?"

"Well," said another, apparently the leader, "We were told to 'follow the signs' weren't we. So I guess that's what we do."

"You mean we spank him?"

"Sure, why not."

"But won't he mind?"

"Who cares!" the first voice said in such a way that Ben could almost see him shrugging his little shoulders, "It's not like he's going to see who we are is it?"

"Wow!"

Ben felt his penis stiffening at the uncertainty of what was going to happen. He could still hear the small boys moving around him, looking at the solid timbers that held him firmly where he was, and just how little he could do about anything they did. Then…

SLAP!

A small, yet strong hand, struck the rear of his underpants.

SLAP!

And another, came in from the other side. The cubs had obviously lined up on either side to spank him.

SLAP! SLAP!

Ben moaned into the handkerchief in his mouth, but obviously the cubs heard nothing through the leather hood, or over the sounds of their hands landing on the bigger boy's rear.

SLAP! SLAP!

The small boys, laughing and cheering, as their hands slapped Ben's bottom.

SLAP! SLAP!

Ben doing nothing about it, but wobbling slightly as his rear was pounded.

SLAP! SLAP!

The stinging soon becoming quite intense.

SLAP! SLAP!

Yet, Ben remained rather excited, that his plan was actually working.

SLAP! SLAP!

It was more exciting to be spanked by younger boys, more humiliating, especially, as the boys were so clearly enjoying themselves doing it.

SLAP! SLAP!

The teenager, could even hear the youngsters, jostling each other to take their turn, and to make their turn count.

SLAP! SLAP!

Then, just as Ben was starting to get into the steady rhythm that was building up, all the boys suddenly left, as new voices could be heard approaching.

"Hey what's that over there." Shouted a voice that sounded rather more grown up, than those that had gone before it. "Someone's tied a kid up."

"What have those little bastards done now!" replied another, confirming Ben's suspicion that these were the older cubs, sent through last to hurry the little ones along.

"Don't think they did it." The first said, from directly behind him, "What's that sign say?"

Once more the sign was read out, followed by a short silence as the two patrol leaders thought what to do next. "I guess," one said after a while, "that seeing as the little ones did it, then we should too."

"I guess." Agreed the sign reader, "Although I think, we should do it properly."

"How so?"

"Well, who's ever heard of someone getting spanked on their pants."

"Good point."

Unseen hands grasped the waistband of the briefs and pulled them down to his ankles, or rather to Ben's shins as that was as far as they could go, before the way his legs were spread by the stocks prevent them from going any further.

"Wow, he's sure got a small dick!" one of the boys laughed, before, without warning a hand reached out from somewhere and flicked Ben's penis.

At the sudden touch to his most private parts - something Ben had never considered would happen - the self bound teenager gasped, and would have dropped his release mechanism, had he not had the foresight to strap it to his wrist.

"His bum's bright red already." Noticed the other boy, clearly standing behind Ben.

"Bet we can make it even redder though, can't we!"

SMACK!

An intense stinging pain travelled from Ben's right buttock through his body, as he was slapped much harder, by a larger hand.

SMACK! SMACK!

In no time at all the two newcomers, had got themselves into a good rhythm, and were wasting no time, in following the sign's directions.

SMACK! SMACK!

This time Ben reacted to the punishment, bucking and twisting, as much as he could in the stocks, which wasn't that much, and never once put the older cubs off their aim.

SMACK! SMACK!

With his cries totally muffled by the gag in his mouth, the only thing to escape Ben's head was the tears that leaked out of his eyes, to stain the inside of the leather hood.

SMACK! SMACK!

Soon Ben's head was spinning with the sounds of his punishment and the excited cries of the pubescent boys that were delivering it.

SMACK! SMACK!

At long last Ben was getting a spanking he didn't control, and couldn't stop. A sensation that put him in both heaven and hell, at the same time.

SMACK! SMACK!

And then, that too was over. Signalled by a shout from the front of the museum the two senior cub scouts, no doubt scared of getting the blame for the state Ben was now in, took off at a sprint, and, once more, silence returned to the dark corners of the town hall basement.

Ben hung in place for some time after he was left alone. His bottom feeling like a furnace, as he waited until he was sure no one was coming back to finish what they'd started. Then, slowly he attempted to lift the release catch into his hand, to free himself, only to discover, to his horror, that his fingers had become cramped from being held aloft for so long. Gradually his thirteen year old mind started to realise the various problems he was now in. Not only was his bottom, no doubt, bright red from being spanked by nearly half a dozen different young boys, but the rest of his body was also sore, from not being able to move, for such a long period of time.

His feet were still on the ground, so it wasn't as if he was hanging from his wrists like real prisoners would have been in the old days, but he couldn't move them, due not least to the stocks around his ankles, but also to his own underpants that were now tangled around his knees. No, Ben realised, if he was going to get free, then he would just have to stand there, and wait for his body to cool down from the spanking, and hope that by then, he'd be able to use the release, just like he'd practised. However, as things turned out, he didn't have to wait that long, at all.

"This way, he's over here."

The voice shocked Ben, not least because he hadn't expected to hear anyone else - there were no tours booked after the cubs, and the museum should have been locked up when they left - but more so, because he actually recognised it as one of the older boys who'd spanked his bare rear.

"See how small his dick is, just like we told you," then, as if to confirm who he was, the speaking boy, flicked Ben's penis, as he added, "Even my brother's got a bigger one than that."

"So has mine." Said a new, but familiar voice.

The first boy laughed: "Yeah, but your brother's a teenager, mine's only ten, and his is bigger than his. Hell, he's even starting to get hair, unlike this baldy." As he spoke the boy's hand travelled down, to poke at Ben's testicles, and not gently.

"See how red his bum is!" the lad continued, "And its really hot too. Go on feel it."

Someone, presumably the new boy, pinched Ben's behind. It wasn't all that hard, but after the spanking, Ben felt it more than he would have normally.

"Strange though that he's taller than we are," pondered the first boy, "You'd think he'd be older than us, but he can't be, can he.

"Guess not."

"Still, did you see the way his little willy bounced about when you touched his bum. It did that when we spanked him too. Go on try it."

SMACK!

The slap was hard and unlike all those that had gone before it, fell right across both of Ben's buttocks, making him silently groan.

"Wow!" the cub exclaimed, "Did you see that, it was like his willy got stiff right when you spanked him. Why'd it do that do you think?"

"Easy! It because he likes it."

"No way. He likes being spanked. Really?"

"Sure. Some boys do, don't they kid?"

Although the question was clearly aimed at Ben, he didn't answer and not just because he was gagged either. Even if his mouth hadn't been stuffed with a handkerchief and a leather hood placed over his head, then Ben wouldn't have been able to speak. Not now he realised the new boy had recognised him, and, well, why wouldn't he. Luke was Ben's brother after all.

"Well, lets see how he likes this!"

There was silence for a bit until…

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

The young boy's scout belt, crashed into Ben's already sore bottom, practically making the teenager jump right out of his skin.

"Yeah, do that again," Luke yelled encouragement, "He loves it."

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

The strokes cane thick and fast, until Ben's world was filled with the sensation of his bottom being belted.

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

He'd forgotten all about how he was trapped and helpless.

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

All he could think about was the slap of the leather belt on his well spanked rear and then it stopped.

"What's that for?" the spanker asked his friend, panting slightly from the effort he'd put into belting the bigger boy. The answer to his question was apparently whispered into his ear, as Ben was unable to hear it although he did hear the boys react to whatever was being suggested. "Oh yeah. Let's do that!"

The two boys went at Ben at the same time, pinching and gripping the sore buttocks, pulling and pushing them seemingly in all directions at once, until something wet and slippery was rubbed in. However it wasn't applied to the burning cheeks themselves, where it may have gone some way to sooth the burning sting, but rather it was spread, firmly, between them, in the general area of Ben's anus.

Suddenly the teenager realised what was going to happen and his heart raced. With his brother involved he didn't feel frightened of what was going to happen, just excited as hands pushed the already lowered underpants further down his legs, so his knees could be spread, to give easier access to his rear entrance where something hard was soon presented.

Even though he wasn't experienced at anal sex, Ben knew he wouldn't be able to stop whatever it was from going inside him, and, at the same time, he knew it wasn't part of his brother's body. It was cold for one thing, and, for another, it was bigger than even the most flattering guess at Luke's prick would have been. All, the same, it was soon pushed deep inside him. Not that it stayed there for long.

Gasping, his back arched in the stocks, Ben felt the thing inside his bottom, touch something special, making him shudder and the first cub to laugh at him. "Hey he's still hard, Luke, he's loving it, shove it in some more."

"Can't." the eleven year old replied, "there ain't no more to shove."

"What? It's all up his bum?"

"Sure is!" Luke confirmed, with a hefty slap to Ben's rear.

"So, what do we do now?"

"Nothing!" Luke verbally shrugged.

"Nothing?"

"Yep, that's right. We'll just leave him here, like he wanted. Come on. Let's go upstairs and I'll show you some neat stuff my brother Ben's got."

"Won't your brother mind, you going through his stuff."

"No way," laughed Luke, "Ben won't mind at all. He won't be home for hours yet, cos he's all tied up with something."

The cub giggled at the reference to the bound boy, without totally realise just why Luke found it quite so funny. Ben, however would have found it funny, had he not been lost in a dark, world that was filled with strange sexy sensations that threatened to overwhelm him at any second. Sure his wrists and ankles were sore from rubbing against the stocks. His jaw ached from the gag. His body ached all over. His bottom was on fire from the numerous spankings it had received. His prick was so hard it too was sore and his anus ached from being stuffed with something or other. Yet, despite all that, or because of it, Ben had never felt so good.

Chapter Ten

"How you doing Bro?" Rick asked the prone body of his brother, from the door.

Ben hadn't been himself all day, so much so that his parents had almost cancelled their evening out with friends, once it became clear their middle son wouldn't be able to make it, let alone enjoy himself. Then, much to their relief, Rick had offered to stay with Ben, and to continue with his revision for his upcoming exams.

"Not good!" the thirteen year old, replied, just as he had been doing all day.

Rick came into the curtained, cool room, closing the door behind himself: "Where's it hurt then? Show me."

Turning slightly on his back, Ben lifted up his shirt and pointed to his stomach without saying a word although he did jump slightly when Rick lay his comparatively cool hand over his belly button.

"Has it been like this all day?" Rick asked.

"More or less!"

"You had a crap today?"

"What?" Ben reacted, "Why?"

"Oh nothing, just an idea." Rick shrugged, taking his hand back, "Tell you what, why don't you try don't you take your shirt off and, try laying on your front and I'll rub your back like Mum said she'd do, if they didn't go out."

For close brothers like Ben and Rick this didn't sound all that odd, especially as their mother had suggested the same thing, and had done so, to great effect, when the boys had been smaller. So, Ben, wriggled himself out of his shirt, and rolled onto his stomach. Soon Rick's cool, and soothing hands, returned to his brother, gently rubbing the younger teenager's back from the waistband of his trousers all the way up to his neck and doing a fairly good job of it, even if the results weren't as they both expected.

"How you doing now Bro?" Rick eventually asked.

Ben sighed, but his reply was: "Same!"

"In that case," Rick got back up from where he'd been sitting on the side of his brother's bed, "Mum's got something in her cabinet that I think will help you out."

"What's that?" Ben asked, but Rick was already gone, and didn't return for a few minutes. Ben repeated his question when he did, but for a different reason.

"This thing, will help clear you out!" Rick explained holding up the bulb syringe. "Of course, if you'd rather wait until Mum gets home, and get her to do it, then that's fine with me."

"No, please. Try it." Begged Ben, as desperate to be rid of the cramp he was feeling, as he was not to have his mother fussing over him.

"Okay, then, you take of the rest of your stuff, and I'll get the rest of the stuff."

Laying in his quiet room for a few seconds after his brother had left for the second time, Ben, despite the aching, started to get an erection which, naturally he didn't want Rick to see, so as quickly as he could, he removed the rest of his clothes, and got back onto his bed, face down, pulling a single sheet over himself, and waited.

When Rick returned he was still carrying the bulb syringe, along with a pot of water, a couple of towels and a small pot of Vaseline jelly. "I think the problem is, that you're all bunged up inside," he explained, "so this should help you get cleaned out. Okay."

"How?"

Coming over to the bed, Rick explained how he was going to use the bulb to squirt water up inside Ben's behind, which - he hoped - would loosen everything up in there, and wash it out. "It's called an enema!" he said.

Ben, for all his interests and activities had never heard of such a thing before, certainly his Mum had never mentioned anything like it, although she had used suppositories, on him when he'd been too young to swallow medicines. However, this didn't sound anything like that, and after his experience in the stocks a few days before, he wasn't sure about it all. But, when he expressed these doubts, Rick was having none of it.

"Look, Ben, you've tried ignoring it all day, and that hasn't worked, has it. So let's give this a try shall we. After all, Mum was going to do this when she got in, and you wouldn't want that, would you?"

That, of course, was true and more to the point, if there was anyone in the family, or anyone at all come to that, who Ben would trust to do something as personal as that, then it was Rick, so, he agreed.

"Okay then, put a towel under your tummy, while I get set up."

Rick sat on the side of the bed, while Ben got himself ready. Putting the water on the floor, he reached over and started to rub Ben's back, aiming to get him to relax, while, at the same time, starting to lower the sheet away from his waist until it was down on his thighs, his knees, his shins, and then at the bottom of the bed. Ben was now totally exposed to his brother's gaze.

"I see you've been playing your little games again, Benny!" Rick said, with a chuckle, as his hand strayed over his brother's bare buttocks, with their faint red marks, still visible. Naturally, Ben himself didn't reply to this, other than to tense up, which was the last thing Rick wanted.

"Put your hands up over your head, and try to relax."

Feeling the same mixture of sensations he had done when Rick had been about to spank him, Ben tried his best, but he just couldn't relax. Not completely. Not when he knew something was about to happen to do with that big red bulb. Just the thought of that excited him, almost as much as it made him feel apprehensive.

"Okay Benny," Rick said, using the childish version of his brother's name on purpose, "You have to do everything I tell you to do, okay."

Ben sighed: "Yes!" Before closing his eyes as Rick's hand started to massage his buttocks.

His face burning red, Ben felt Rick slowly opening up his cheeks, and, at the same time, felt his pricklet, poke into his stomach as it came completely hard, beneath him.

"Okay, I think you're ready now. Brace yourself."

His eyes still close Ben missed seeing Rick dip his fingers into the cold Vaseline but he did feel it being applied to his crack, and particularly around the opening into his bottom. Rick's slimy finger circling around his anus several times, as Ben got more and more excited, until, at long last, he pushed in a short way, and then withdrew.

"You'll need to be good and open for the water." The sixteen year old explained, in a monotone voice, as if he was reading from one of his school books. At the same time as he spoke, and still while rubbing Ben's bottom with one had, he picked up the douche bulb, and dipped the end of the eight inch [20 cm] long curved nozzle into the water, to fill it up.

The next thing Ben knew, the nozzle was being pressed against his anus and then, slowly, was sliding inside him to a depth of around three inches [8 cm]. At this point, Rick squeezed the bulb and flooded his brother's bowels in tepid water. He didn't hurry either. Applying a strong steady pressure until all of the water had been pushed deep inside Ben's rear. Then he removed the nozzle.

As soon as the intrusion was gone, Ben felt the urge to go to the toilet sweep over him but he couldn't go yet, not while Rick was still in the room, as his pricklet was still hard, but, thankfully, Rick soon made his excuses and left him alone.

The moment he could, Ben leapt from the bed and rushed for the bathroom, to relieve himself of all the water he was now carrying, and anything else that came with it. And, all the time he did so, his pricklet remained pointing solidly northwards.

By the time Rick returned to the bedroom, Ben was back in bed, all cleaned up and empty. And still with the same cramps as before, although they had, he admitted, lessoned slightly.

"Okay then," Rick said, "This time we'll see if we can get the water further up."

"How?"

"Well, you get up onto your knees for a start, that should help."

Ben hesitated. Obviously, if he got on all fours then he would be just about as exposed as he could be, up to, and including the erection he still had. Not that Rick seemed to even think about this.

"Just kneel up, and keep your head on the pillow, so your bum is right up in the air." He suggested as if it was the most natural thing in the world and making it impossible for Ben to think of a logical argument not to. Then, however, Rick offered him a way out. "Or we could do it with you laying on your back, if you'd prefer."

It sounded the perfect solution, although it didn't quite turn out like that. Rolling onto his back, Ben made sure to pull the covers with him but that only made his still his ragging erection all the more visible as it was outlined by the thin sheet. Yet, Rick didn't appear to notice.

"Stretch your legs out straight." He said, waiting until Ben had done so, before he gently pushed the sheet all the way up to his brother's lap.

The sheet now collected on his middle, blocking his view of what was going on but Ben didn't need to see to know that his pricklet was now throbbing, and right there in front of his big brother's face, more or less. Even though Rick, continued to ignore it as he gave his next order.

"Okay, lift your legs up and hold them with your arms. That's it, roll them as far back as you can."

His eyes remained closed, as he pulled his knees back onto his chest, and held them there, as once more the nozzle was slid back into his totally exposed rear entrance.

"Nearly done," Rick reached out to rub his brother's stomach, when Ben groaned at the strain his current position was putting on his stomach.

"Hold tight!" he added, his hands now wondering all over Ben's body, along his stomach, up and down his legs, across his buttocks and even, on the sensitive section of flesh, right below his testicles. "Feel better?" he asked.

"Yes!" Ben admitted, and he did. Having the skin between his plugged anus and excited testicles rubber, did feel very good. It totally made him forget about wanting to go to the bathroom. His eyes remaining closed, as Rick continued to rub him in places he'd never been rubbed before, and in places he had been. Across his scrotum, and around the base of his pricklet.

"This will help take the pain away!" Rick said, but Ben already knew that. Or he would have, had his mind been capable of thinking of anything anymore.

The sensations were nothing Ben had ever felt before. His head swam as his big brother, stroked and rubbed, his most private parts. His hips were already moving to encourage Rick to continue, even as he felt his pleasure start to build. If he'd been able to think straight then Ben would have stopped everything right there and then, but he couldn't. He wouldn't. He couldn't.

No longer self-conscious about his naked body, or what was happening to his body, Ben cried out as his pricklet squirted first up into the air, and then, when Rick aimed him, all over his belly.

"Okay!" Rick, panted, somehow as out of breath as Ben himself was, "that should do it."

It took a few minutes for Ben to come down from the high he'd just experienced and when he did, he found himself unable to look Rick in the eye. But then he was running out of his bed room, in order to get to the bathroom, before he made a mess on the bedroom floor.

Chapter Eleven

"Shit!" Ben said the moment he saw what was laid out on Luke's bed. He hadn't even told his kid brother about them, but Rick had just slipped out, a couple of days earlier when they been talking about the museum, and the oldest sibling had made some comment about how cute Ben had looked in them. And now here they were waiting for him, as he answered Luke's teasing about "Going to see what surprise was on his bed."

Slowly Ben picked up the school shorts from the bed. His fingers actually shaking as they ran across the seat, where Rick had spanked him, the last time he'd worn them.

"Hurry up and put them on so I can see what you look like?" Luke shouted from Ben's own room, where the challenge had been laid down the second the two brothers had been left alone in the house.

Naturally, Ben should have said "no" at this stage, but then Ben wasn't one for not going where he shouldn't go, and, anyway, the shorts had felt strangely good the last time he'd worn them, so he slipped off the clothes he was already wearing and pushed his pale legs into the shorts. He had to wriggle around a bit more than he remembered doing last time, before he could get the tight corduroy up to his waist but, then as he didn't have to fasten them yet, that wasn't so much of a problem.

The shirt that was laid out with the shirt was a better fit, but then it would be as it wasn't the one that had originally gone with the shorts but one of Ben's own, albeit, a couple of years old. Still, that did mean he could fasten it all the way up to the neck without throttling himself, which was always an advantage. Then, tucking the shirt in, Ben finally sucked in his breath, and clipped the shorts closed around his waist.

Moving carefully, to get used to the tightness around his middle section, Ben changed his socks for the long grey - slightly musty - ones from the display, that came up over his knees, until he rolled them back down again to show the colour strips that would match the tie, he was about to put on.

Dressed, he went over the mirror to check to see if what Rick had said was true, and, it was. He not only looked cute but just like one of the kids from the photos that hung on the schoolroom wall, once more. A proper little schoolboy and no mistake. Now all he had to do was see what Luke made of his costume.

"Wow!" the eleven year old exclaimed, when Ben walked into the bedroom with his arms nearly clasped behind his back, as he'd seen in an old movie. "Rick was right, that stuff really does suit you. Turn around. Let me see you!"

Ben did so, enjoying the attention, as Luke came over to him, thankful to have an excuse to hopefully hide the swelling in the front of his shorts.

Suddenly, as Ben was facing back towards the door he'd just come through, he felt something going around his wrists. "What are you doing?" he asked, but by then it was too late. The pre-prepared loop, Luke had placed over his helpfully crossed wrists, was already too tight for him to do anything about it.

"Oh don't complain." The smaller boy laughed, "It's what you like isn't it. Remember the stocks. Now keep still, or you'll fall over."

Just like always Ben did as he was told, not because he couldn't run for it - he could - but because he wanted to. However, by the time, he'd come to that conclusion, the option had been removed from him, as Luke had already wrapped a couple of looks around his ankles, and was pulling them tight.

Around and around the rope went, until, Luke had to force Ben's knees apart so he could thread the end through, to clinch the cord tight. Then he did the same thing again. Higher up this time, around Ben's thighs, just as Rick used to do, just above the knees. Ben feeling the soft texture of the cord against his bare flesh, until, as it was tightened, the cord bit in slightly. A third coil of rope was then used on Ben's torso, surrounding his chest, and binding his already bound arms to his sides, before that too was knotted of, right in the middle of his back, but several inches too high for his now useless fingers to even get close to.

"Kneel down!" Luke instructed, "Carefully."

Heading the warning Ben slowly lowered himself down onto his knees, only to have a length of duct tape wound around his head, so he couldn't talk. Then, even as he recovered from that, Luke pushed him forward, onto his front, where, standing astride his bound brother, the small boy grabbed Ben's feet, and pulled them up and back, towards his buttocks, where the ropes around his ankles, were tied to the cords around his upper torso. Completely hog tying him.

"Just like in the book!" yelled Luke in triumph as he got up, "Knew that museum would come in handy for something."

Laying bound and gagged on the floor of his own bedroom, Ben still couldn't help but wonder, what book had been able to instruct his little brother in the art of tying a teenager up so well, and so fast. Mind you, if he hadn't been wondering about that, he would probably have realised what was coming next.

WHACK!

The blow from the trainer caught Ben completely by surprise all over, but mostly in his buttocks, which felt as if they'd been covered in molten lave.

WHACK!

The second blow was a little better as, by then, he'd managed to tense up a little.

WHACK!

WHACK!

Then, as Luke started to pick up a rhythm Ben found he could anticipate every blow, which although didn't stop them from stinging, did, make it less of a surprise.

WHACK!

WHACK!

Still, as the spanking continued, Ben as soon rolling around on the floor as best he could - which wasn't much - as if that would make any difference at all to the spanking he was getting.

WHACK!

WHACK!

The shorts provided less protection to the modern sports footwear Luke was using as they had to the traditional one Rick had used.

WHACK!

WHACK!

Thankfully then, Luke wasn't yet as good at spanking as Rick had become. Although that made little difference on the occasions he missed his intended target and left a red tread mark on the back of Ben's thighs.

WHACK

WHACK!

"Hope you've learned your lesson!" Luke said, panting slightly and standing up, "Cos I need a drink!".

It was over. Just like that. Ten minutes earlier, Ben had been having a normal day, then, he'd found himself, dressed like a 1940s schoolboy, tied up by his little brother, and then spanked. And now, he had just been left, tightly hogtied on his own bedroom floor.

For a few minutes Ben just lay there, trying to get both his breath back, and his bearings, before his mind turned to the problem at hand, and just how he was going to try and free himself. If, indeed that was possible.

Leaning backwards as far as he could Ben attempted to reach any of the many knots that now held him, but, of course, he couldn't. Then, rolling from side to side, he tried to see if that would help. But it didn't. At least not in he way he'd expected. One thing he did discover, however, was that the front of his shorts were wet. And not only where they wet, but they were sticky too. Meaning one thing. He was, indeed, enjoying this far more than he probably should be. Still, as it was already started. Why not continue.

For the next five or so minutes - maybe shorter, maybe longer Ben couldn't be sure - the tightly bound and gagged thirteen year old, rocked and rolled himself around on the floor of his bedroom, doing everything he could to stimulate his pricklet, between the weight of his own apparently helpless body, and the hard, carpeted floor. Until…

"Well, well, well, what are you up to!"

Luke stood in the doorway, a can of soda in his hands watching his brother, masturbating in a rather novel way.

"Now who's a dirty little boy." He laughed, "A dirty little boy, who's going to have to be punished for being a dirty little boy."

Ben, who'd become still at the sound of his brother's voice, felt a twinge inside his shorts at the words, but that twinge then passed as Luke reached down, and seemingly with just a flick of his wrist, released him from the hog tie.

"I think," Luke said, as he unfastened, Ben's ankles, "that we're going to have to take a little trip down to the museum, don't you."

Once his feet and knees were released, Luke helped Ben up onto his feet, and began to lead him to the basement. However, he didn't take the most direct route but skirt around a few of the short cuts so he could propel Ben through some of the corridors where they could have easily been seen. This sent shivers both up and down Ben's spine for so many reasons, as he just couldn't help what someone would think if they'd been spotted. The slightly long haired little boy, leading the larger, teenager, dressed in old fashioned prep school shorts, with his hands tied behind his back, and tape over his mouth. Would they think Ben had been kidnapped - which in effect he had been - or would they think the two brothers were just playing a game - which they were. Sort of. Of course, there was also the strange matter of the shoe prints on the backs of Ben's legs. What would people make of those? Would they know he'd been spanked, and, if so, would that then excuse the tell tale sign at the front of his shorts that he'd enjoyed the experience.

Down in the museum, Luke, quickly retied Ben's ankles together with all the expertise he had, apparently, recently learnt, before he took one of chains from the side, and lowered it just enough so he could attached the large metal hook at the other end, into the knot in the middle of his brother's back. Then he raised the chain once more, until Ben was pulled onto the tips of his toes.

"Now!" he said, moving over to a nearby display. "I'm really going to spank you, with this!"

When Ben saw what Luke was holding, he realised that his kid brother wasn't kidding. The thing he now held was a good foot and a half long, with a comfortable looking handle at one end. The other end, however, didn't look comfortable at all. But then, paddles weren't meant to be were they? Especially when they had extra holes drilled in them.

WHOLLOP!

The paddle sliced into Ben's already sore rear end, causing him to sting slightly from the chain.

WHOLLOP!

Both the smacks burned his buttocks while, at the same time, apparently making his pricklet even harder.

WHOLLOP!

A blow just for the left cheek was followed by…

WHOLLOP!

…one for the right hand side which led to…

WHOLLOP!

…a hard one, right in the centre and then, finally…

WHOLLOP!

…an even harder one, right across the seat of the shorts.

Ben didn't know where the paddle had come from - it hadn't been in the museum any time he'd looked - but he knew it hurt. A lot.

By the time Luke had finished administering the six blows, Ben was crying and groaning behind his gag. If his previous experiences of being spanked had taught him anything then it was not to try and hide his feelings, so not only did he cry, but those tears flowed down his face.

"That should keep you for a while." Luke said, when he was done. "I'll be back after lunch."

Once more Ben found himself on his own, tied up and helpless inside the dark, silent, museum, and, just like all those other times, as soon as he was, his attention moved away from the throbbing pain that was his buttocks, to the very different sort of throbbing he felt at the front of his body. There, still trapped inside the overly tight shorts, his pricklet was now desperate for release, only this time, Ben could do, absolutely nothing about it. Practically suspended as he was, from the ceiling, in the middle of the room, there was nothing even close by, on which he could rub himself against. Squirming and wriggling, likewise did nothing to help. He pulled and twisted against the ropes, but it was no good. He was just going to have to stay right where he was until Luke came back. The only question was, what would happen then. However, 'then' didn't turn out to be all that long a wait.

"I've ordered a pizza," Luke came back into the museum, a few minutes after he'd left, "So while we wait for that, we can talk about why you like wearing shorts, and being spanked and tied up and stuff."

Ben, of course, said nothing which was just as well as Luke hadn't finished talking yet.

"I've read all about it in the books back there," he pointed roughly towards the Floyd Grammar display, as he released the chains that held Ben in place. "About how in them old posh schools the new kids, the ones that had to wear shorts, like you do, how them kids had to do everything for the older boys - the ones in long trousers, like me - told them to do, or else they'd get punished. That's right ain't it, Ben!"

Thinking he had nothing to loose, Ben nodded, just as a loud bell rang around the walls.

"Wow, that'll be the pizza. That was quick. Go get it will you Ben?"

Giving the sort of look older brothers reserved for their younger siblings, Ben spun around and waggled his bound arms at Luke.

"Oh right." The youngster laughed, before freeing Ben in much less time than anyone would have thought possible. "I told the pizza place to deliver to the back door, so you can get there, quick smart, before he buggers off with our lunch. Go on then."

Ben got all the way to the museum's service entrance and was actually opening the door before he remembered what he was wearing but by then it was too late.

"Your pizza sir…er… kid!" the figure in the oversize crash helmet said, even though he couldn't have been more than seventeen himself. His hand held out for the money which was something else Ben had forgotten.

"I'll have to get the money from Luke!" he said quickly.

"Who's that then!" the youth replied, looking Ben up and down, "your babysitter."

Ben nodded, before he realised it, and embarrassed to have thought of his younger brother as his babysitter, turned and ran back into the museum for the money to pay for the food, then back to the door to collect it, and finally back to where Luke was waiting.

"Come here, and put the pizza on the table."

"Can't we take it upstairs?" Ben asked, eyeing the 'table' Luke had indicated, and the torture, it had originally been design to perform.

"No just put it down, NOW!"

Shocked, at his little brother shouting at him, Ben did as he was told, only for another shock to instantly follow.

"I think you need another spanking to remind you who is in charge here and this time, I think you should take your little schoolboy shorts down."

Once more he should have argued but, once more he didn't. That phrase just did something to him. His fingers trembling as he fought the clasp on the front of his shorts. The thing suddenly so tight that he had to battle undoing it, while Luke just stared at him, impatiently tapping his foot.

Eventually Ben managed to unfasten his shorts, which was just as well, for what was inside was overly eager to get out. His pricklet springing through the fly as soon as there was enough room for it. Before even. Luke didn't say anything though, as after all he'd seen it all before, and had probably been expecting it. The smaller boy just waiting until the shorts were around Ben's ankles, at which time he finally got to tell his older brother to bend over his lap for a spanking.

This didn't turn out to be as easy as it should have been for a couple of reasons. The first was that Luke's lap was a lot smaller than the previous one Ben had bent over, so he had to make adjustments for that. Secondly was the fact Luke didn't actually know what he was doing, and thirdly, and probably most importantly, there was the not too small matter of Ben's pricklet which was, eventually, able to find a home, down between the eleven year old's legs.

"Hands on your head!" Luke instructed when he finally got fed up with all the fidgeting and adjusting, Ben was doing. This, naturally left, him to his own devices, which allowed him to raise the back of Ben's shirt, to fully expose the proposed target, which soon found itself under attack.

SMACK! SMACK!

Luke's hands were so small, he could only really spank one of his big brother's buttocks at a time.

SMACK! SMACK!

But what he lacked in size, he made up for in quantity.

SMACK! SMACK!

And the result was the same.

SMACK! SMACK!

Ben was soon in tears and begging him to stop.

SMACK! SMACK!

But then the thirteen year old, had already been slippered and paddled that morning.

SMACK! SMACK!

So its hardly surprising that Ben couldn't keep his hands on his head, and tried to slow down the roasting his bottom was getting.

SMACK! SMACK!

Not that it made any difference as Luke just grab the interfering arm and twisted it up behind Ben's back.

SMACK! SMACK!

All without missing a beat.

SMACK! SMACK!

Then, when Ben had been crying over his lap for a good five minutes, Luke stopped, spanking him, and told him to get up. "Let that be a lesson to you," he said, "Now eat your pizza."

Not surprisingly Ben choose to eat standing up, but that seemed to suit Luke fine, who couldn't wait for his big brother to finish before ordering him to go and stand in the corner with his hands on his head, and seeing as Ben still had his shorts around his ankles, this gave the younger boy, the perfect view of his handy work, and, another idea.

Remaining where he was, facing the wall with his hands on his head, Ben didn't know what Luke was up to, but he could hear his brother moving about, and knew he had to be doing a lot more, than eating his lunch. The clinking sound of chains rubbing together, confirmed that.

"Okay come over here and sit on this."

Ben wasn't all that keen on sitting on anything at the moment, if the truth be told, let alone the side of the rack, even when Luke told him it wouldn't be for that long. Still, he didn't want another spanking either, so he ended up just resting as little weight as he possibly could on his rear, before he switched from sitting to laying down.

Once more in the familiar position of laying stretched out on his back, staring at the ceiling, Ben wasn't surprised, when Luke grabbed one of his wrists and pulled it to its fullest extent where they were soon encased in cold steel, that held them, very firmly in place.

Then came the strip of tape pressed over Ben's mouth, and although it was the second time, this had been used, it still had enough adhesive to firmly hold the young teenager's lips together, so that he couldn't complain as the leather hood was pulled over his head, shutting him into the dark world that had become so familiar to him, whenever he was in the museum.

"Don't need these anymore." Luke then said, as he pulled the shorts from where they were still tangled around Ben's ankles, completely off. This then allowed him to spread his middle brother's legs wide apart, and fasten them into steel shackles that matched those around his wrists. Before a quick, half turn of the cranking device the chains were attached too, stretched Ben's body taut and tight, on the rack.

"Well, well, seems you're still having a good time," Luke gave Ben's hardness a flick, so it sprung from one side of the boy's body to the other, "Let's see how much you like this, then."

Of course, Ben didn't have the slightest idea what Luke was talking about, until he felt the thin piece of cord being wound around his most sensitive parts. The loop running right around the root of both his pricklet and his testicles before being pulled very tight, doubled back around, and then tied off. At which point Luke appeared to have finished tying his brother up. Or had he?

Ben lay where he was bound for a few moments not certain if Luke had left him or if he was standing right there waiting to see what Ben would do next. Not that there was much Ben could actually do, as he quickly discovered when he tried. There was absolutely no give in the chains and shackles that held him, meaning that he could nothing to stop the way his well spanked buttocks rested on the bare timber of the rack. Still, that didn't stop Ben from jumping when Luke did eventually let his presence be known, although that may have had something to do, with just where, Luke touched him.

"Keep still!" Luke said, slapping, Ben's thigh, "So I can put the vibrator in."

Vibrator? Ben's voice screamed inside his head. What vibrator? He wondered. Although that did explain why Luke was poking around between his legs.

Suddenly, there was a finger pressing in his bottom. A slippery finger, that had been coated in Vaseline, like Ricky had used on the douche, and going right where the water had gone. Up Ben's bum.

Quickly the finger stabbed into him. Rested, and then began to move around. Not only back and forth but from side to side, and around in circular motions as well. And, as it did so, it coated the inside of Ben's bottom with some sort of slippery stuff, until, it was, just as suddenly, pulled out again. To be replaced by something else. This item was cooler, although not cold, rounder, and rather fatter than Luke's fingers had been. It was also being worked a lot deeper inside him. It had to be the vibrator Luke had mentioned.

In short sharp shoves followed by a slow departure and then a longer, twisting insertion, the entire sex toy was worked into the bottom of a thirteen year old who had never actually seen a real vibrator, and still couldn't and not just because he was blindfolded either. But because there was nothing left of it to see. At least not on the outside. Ben was, however, very aware of the size of the item that now filled his rear seemingly to the brim, and which he was fairly sure he wouldn't be able to get out, without the use of his hands. Then, Luke switched it on.

With just the flick of a tiny switch Luke sent waves of electric shocks right through his brother's tightly bound body. The consent buzzing, that was soon echoing around the museum walls, was doing a lot more than that, inside Ben. The vibrations that small, battery driven motor, created, soon had Ben shaking and writhing with his might, despite it being totally helpless. The bulb syringe had felt great when the nozzle had slid into his back passage but that was nothing like what this was doing to the pubescent teenager.

Within seconds, it was all too much for Ben. Bound, blind and helpless, with a vibrator going mental inside his rear, it was all Ben could do to stop his testicles from exploding as the tension inside them built and built and built and built, and was held back by the cord wrapped around them. He bounced, shock so much that had he not been chained down he would have surely leapt right off the table top and onto the floor, where his strange erotic dance would have been sure to continue until nature had finally run its course. Which in due time it did.

He was only on the rack for little more than five minutes, but to Ben it felt like a literal eternity, from the moment the vibrator was switched on, until the point when it didn't matter anymore. But one thing he was sure of was that he didn't have a single orgasm while it was running. He had several. At least three, maybe more, he wasn't sure. Thanks to the cord on his balls, none of them were over spectacular but all of them were better than anything he'd ever felt before, on their own, while combined, they came close to sending the boy into a nirvana that people three or four times his age could only dream off.

By the time Luke got around to unfasten the chains that held his brother, Ben was shaking slightly, although it was when the cord was removed from the teenager's groin that the real mess happened. A near river of cum, trailing out of his previously bound prick, to form a rather substantial pool between Ben's thighs.

Chapter Twelve

Ben stood in the museum and shivered as the secret entrance he'd used, clicked shut behind him, looking him into a set of challenges Luke had set him, and which, at this stage, only his younger brother knew. He'd actually half expected Luke to be waiting for him, and was a little disappointed that he wasn't.

Several days had passed since Luke had got him to dress up like a naughty little school boy in short trousers and had then proceeded to tie the teenager up, before spanking, stripping him, and, eventually, masturbating him to the best orgasm of Ben's life. So, when the he'd found the note pinned to his door that he was to down to the museum, naked, Ben, naturally expected more of the same but standing there, he was disappointed. For now.

Moving quickly, Ben, checked around for any unwanted surprises only to confirm that Luke wasn't waiting to jump out on him, and do any of the things to him, that he had been imaging over the last few nights. However, although there was no one there who shouldn't have been, there was something. Taped to the centre of the rack was a brown envelope, with Ben's name on it, written in handwriting that he recognised as Luke's.

For the next fifteen minutes Ben poured of the contents of the envelope, carefully examining all the details and instructions Luke had carefully laid out for him. There were almost step by step instructions for what he was do, and how to do it, and although Ben wasn't entirely sure all of it was actually possible, Ben also knew, from the moment he'd started reading, that he was going to do it.

Dropping to his knees, Ben pushed his hand, and then most of his arm under the rack to find the box-of-tricks Luke had left for him. This was actually something the pair of them had put together when they'd played their games in the museum, but, since those days, and since Ben had started to change the nature of the games, the box had grown to include several items that had never been on official display, and for good reason.

Selecting one of a pair of lengths of thin linked chain, Ben looped it around his bare waist, shivering slightly as the cold metal touched his heated skin. Referring back to the instructions he turned the chain around himself, until the joint was directly in the middle of his back, before he threaded an open padlock through the two ends to hold it in place while he attached the second chain. This one, he folded in two, and attached the central link, to the lock holding the waist chain in place. A shiver ran through his body, as he realised that as he didn't have a key to this, or any of the other locks, he was, literately sealing his fate, when it snapped shut.

This process left Ben with a strange metal belt and twin lengths of chain hanging down between his buttocks, but, as odd as that felt, the thirteen year old's mind was already fixed on the thing that came next and not just because this was the only thing he was going to have to make himself, but rather, what it was going to be used for. And where.

Never once did Ben wonder where Luke got either the idea, or the plans, for how to make something he was about to do, but rather, Ben just assumed that the details, like everything else he did, was noted somewhere in the museum and, studying the detailed plans, Ben vowed that, as soon as he was able, he was going to search out whatever had inspired his little brother to get him to make a butt plug.

Taking up the section of thick electrical cable, Luke had provided for just this purpose, Ben folded it half back onto itself four times, until he had reduced it down to around four inches [10 cm] in length, at which point he ran a length of sticky tape around it to hold it in place, while he padded it out. For this he used socks, Luke's socks as it happened. Small, white ones, that he knew his brother hated, and certainly would neither miss, or want back, once they'd been, where they were going.

Holding the first sock by the toe, Ben carefully wrapped it around the cable until the skeleton, was covered in an even layer of white nylon. Then, after using another bit of tape to hold the sock in place, he repeated the action with the matching item. However, on this time, instead of working down the entire length, he concentrated his padding, just below the end he had decided would become the head of the object he was making. Gradually building the thickness of the sock up, away from the actually end, until the sock itself ran out, near the bottom. Then, after taping down the end of the second sock, Ben switched to a stronger, wider tape, in which he covered the entire item. Holding it tightly with one hand, and he passed the roll around the object, while maintaining as much pressure on the tape as he thought it could take without snapping. Using this method to prevent air bubbles, he managed to completely cover the item, from one end to the other, in the shiny tape, until it resembled a pair, albeit a pear with a short loop of the skeletal cable protruding from the narrow end.

Pleased with his first attempt at making a butt plug - and wondering why he'd never thought of doing it before, especially after his experience on the stand up rack, and later with the vibrator - Ben picked up the little blue tub that had appeared in the box-of-tricks. The same tub, he knew, that Luke had used on him before.

Holding the butt plug by the cable loop protruding from the bottom, Ben dug the fingers from his other hand deep into the tub, scooping out a large glob of the white gel. This he then smoother all over the thin crown end of the sex toy, until it shone in the dim illumination of the museum's night lights. Then, when that was done, he took a second scoop of the gel, which he used on himself.

Crouching down, Ben had to nudge aside the chains hanging from his waist aside, in order to get his gelled fingers between his buttocks, so they could lubricate his anus ready for penetration.

Satisfied that everything was as slippery as it was going to get, Ben once more held the dangling chains out of his crack as he positioned the homemade sex toy, on the edge of the rack and then, moved himself above it. Carefully, he inched himself from side to side until he had the overly lubricated tip of the butt plug, directly pressing on the entrance to his underworld. Then he lowered himself onto it.

Gritting his teeth, Ben felt the tip of the dildo start to slowly slide into his bottom and reacted accordingly. Remembering all the sensations from the previous two times things had been pushed in his rear, he did his best to ease the passage of the foreign body into his own body.

Awarding himself a little rest Ben, knew the worst part of the operation was still to come, but also that it had to be done in order to complete the orders he'd been given. So he pressed on. Literally. His legs relaxing, lowering him every-so-gently down onto the dildo, without him barely noticing. Until, he came to the widest section of the 'pear' that is. The pressure increasing on his anal ring, as the dildo gradually doubled in size. Ben doing his best to ignore it, increasing his downward pressure, and even throwing in a slight twisting of his hips, in order to clear some of the cramp he was starting to feel in his thighs. This helped. But not enough. He was going to have to do something a little more drastic, in order to get the butt plug inside himself.

Raising up from the side of the rack, Ben waited until just the tip was inside himself once more, and then, after taking a few short breaths. He went for it. Sitting down normally, as if there was nothing between his bottom and the wooded framework. Fast.

The teenager gasped as a short stabbing pain shot up from his bottom at the very same time his bottom went down, yet despite the fact he never actually got to sit down, and was standing right back up again, a split second later. The job was done. The widest part of the pear shaped butt plug was now lodged on the other side of his sphincter. Deep inside his bottom. Or so he hoped.

Catching his breath, Ben felt between his buttocks with his fingers, only to find things weren't as complete as he'd suspected. Sure the bulb part of the 'pear' was inside him, but that didn't mean all of the butt plug was. A stubborn half an inch or so, still remained poking out, through the ring of his anus, and it was far from the most comfortable feeling in the world. The only problem was, as he soon found out, he couldn't just push it in with his fingers and, what was more, he couldn't sit on the side of the rack anymore, as that just didn't work. No, what he needed was something that could push the butt plug that little bit more, inside him, so that his sphincter to close around it.

The solution was simple but not so simple that it took Ben some five minutes to think of it. Fact was, it was sitting there right in front of him the entire time, right on the floor in front of him. A pencil. No doubt dropped by whatever school group had last been forced to endure the 'education' the museum threatened them with. And it was perfect. Ben, once more crouching over the rack, with the pointed end of the pencil pressed against the butt plug poking out of his bum, and the flat - slightly chewed - other end of the pencil, on the rack. Then, he just pushed down

Using his fingers as a guide, as well as holding the pencil in place, and the dangling chains out of the way, Ben continued to push as he felt his sphincter start to widen. At the same time, he felt the taut ring of muscle clamping onto the dildo, start to relax and for the crackled surface of the duct tape covered sex toy, continue to push inside him. Then, he passed the point of no return, and, in a flash, his bottom seemed to swallow the rest of the dildo, in one go. Ben's fingers soon confirming that, indeed, only the thin wires, remained, not only poking from the base of the butt plug but now, they were all that stuck out of his bottom as well.

Standing up, carefully, Ben felt for the dangling chains for a final time. Now though, he wasn't holding them away but actually using them from what they'd been intended for all along. Using the fingers from his other hand, he opened up the loop of wire between his buttocks and, after a few misfires, finally managed to thread both the chains through it. The chains then proceeding through, between his legs, before the split so they could go on either side of his genitals before, at long last they could be padlocked onto the chain that was already locked around his waist.

Only five parts of the what Luke had planed remained now. The first of these took the form of a pair of familiar metal shackles for the teenager's ankles, the second and third were things Ben was more than familiar with, while the last two, were completely new.

Bending down to lock the shackles around his own ankles proved to be something of an experience for the teenager as just that simple motion, caused the butt plug stuffed and chained up his bottom, to do things he had experienced before, despite no longer being a virgin in that department. Still, with the prospect of a fairly long journey still in front of him, it was no real surprise that he didn't take his time, snapping the authentic metal locks into place so he could stand up straight once more.

Given that experience, Ben decided to differ from the order he'd been given and instead of doing what he should have next, he picked up a long black cable tie. This, of course, wasn't something that had been displayed in the museum, but then it wasn't going to be used for something that would have been mentioned there either which is probably why there were no real instructions about how to use it in the way Ben was about to. Thankfully, it didn't prove to be all that difficult to thread the pointed end of the cable tie, through links on the twin chains that ran up on either side of Ben's groin and then back to the housing on the other end of the plastic strip. Then, just a quick tug, tightened it, snugly and a series of clicks locked it tight not only forming a tight band around the base of Ben's erected pricklet and testicles, but also tying it, and them, into the entire network of chains around his waist, groin, and bottom. And, of course, also connecting it to the dildo that was still lodged tightly inside his anus.

Standing straight, Ben breathed a sigh of relief that his tackle didn't get pulled in the wrong direction, even though, as he soon discovered, it wasn't the most comfortable way to dress. But then, that discomfort was about to get a lot worse thanks to another new item in the kit. His mum's old bread board.

Made of solid wood, the surface of the bread board was scared with many an encounter with a sharp, chopping knife right across the twelve inch [30 cm] circumference until the original design was now impossible to read, and, in fact, the board was no longer any good for its given purpose which was why Ben's mum had thrown it away. Luke, had then rescued it and now Ben held it by the handle protruding from the main board, as he bent slightly forward, and, with a fast snap of his wrist, sent the business end of the board, hard and fast into the once more tender flesh of his own bottom.

CRACK!

"Oh God!" he moaned, even as he moved the board back for a second blow.

CRACK!

The bread board flew though the air, making Ben's bottom slightly pink all over, just from those two blows.

CRACK!

But there was more to it than that. As each and every blow landed hard on his rear, his body would buck forward, which in turn would cause pulling and pushing to occur on the chains, locked around him, and to what those chains were attached too.

CRACK!

"Ow!" Ben cried out, unashamed now, even though there was no one to see him spanking himself.

CRACK!

His bottom really burned, turning from the pink it had been into a deep, red colour, which was just what Ben had been after.

CRACK!

With one more for luck, Ben put the bread board back into its hiding place along with anything else that was left over, such as the small blue tub until there was only one item from the kit left, and that was what he used next. The ball gag. The ball soon proving to be a near perfect fit for his mouth, slotting neatly behind his teeth, while keeping his tongue pressed down tight to the floor of his mouth. The straps reaching around the back of his head - but not too low - where he buckled them just tight enough to prevent him from spitting the ball out.

The final item Ben was going to use was something Luke had found deep in the museum's store room, and which Ben had yet to try but which, was the one item he really wanted to and was, in fact, probably the main reason he'd agreed to do all this stuff in the first place. Or so he told himself, anyway. After all, how many boy's his age, these days, got to wear a metal neck brace shackles.

The neck brace, was constructed from one four foot long, length of metal onto which had been attached three also metal loops. A large one, right in the centre, for the neck, and one at either end for the prisoner's wrists, with each one having its own lock. Thankfully, the entire thing wasn't as heavy as it actually looked for which Ben was grateful as he lifted it up onto his shoulders, and closed the collar around his neck. However, once the spring loaded lock snapped into place, he soon discovered just how balance of the neck brace, pulled back on his neck, which did lead him to wonder about being throttled while wearing it. Not that this thought, prevented the teenager from then putting his wrists into the loops left for them. This, though, proved to be the answer, as once his hands were in place, they helped support the weight of the brace from his neck, making it more bearable, if not comfortable, to wear. The only problem he then had, was how to lock the wrist latches. The first one was easy, as he could use his other hand for that, but, once that was done, he had to think of something else, in order to complete his bondage. This he did, by pressing the loop against the wall until it snapped into place and the lock clicked shut. Now, at long last, Ben was ready to meet his little brother's challenge.

Slowly, and carefully the self bound boy, shuffled his way to the museum's back emergency exit, where, leaning down, he popped open the quick release bar with his elbow, before pushing the door open. Instantly, a low buzzing filled the air, as the alarm cut in, Ben knowing that unless the door was closed again within thirty seconds all hell would break loose and there was no way, he could avoid being discovered. So there was nothing else for it. He went outside, dressed, or rather undressed, just as he was.

The click of the emergency exit closing again behind him, made Ben stop and finally consider the position he'd got himself into. Not only was he naked, chained, and gagged, but, he was, for the first time, outside. Okay, so no one could actually see him, as he stood in the barely used service alleyway that ran down the side of the town hall, but all the same, this was the first time he'd even attempted to do any of his games, outside of the safety of familiar walls. Not surprisingly, he decided not to hang around.

Carefully, Ben stepped down from the single step, and onto the concrete of the alleyway. Small stones, scattered here and there, scratched at his soles of his feet, making him wish he'd seen fit to keep his shoes on, but that was the least of his problems. The chain connection his ankles, rattled loudly, seemingly announcing his presence to anyone who happened to be nearby, while whenever and whichever way he moved, the butt plug inside him made him gasp behind the ball gag, as it poked and pushed into places that it probably shouldn't be going. Still, despite, or probably because of that, Ben felt excitement like he'd never felt before.

Moving away from the emergency exit, Ben edged his way along the path leading around the back of the town hall until he came across the first obstacle in the shape of a gate. Of course, normally this wouldn't have been a problem but with his hands now held two feet [60 cm] on either side of his neck, it wasn't all that easy for him to unlatch the gate and open it, although the operation would have been all but impossible had the latch been on the other side.

Stepping through the gate, Ben found himself in the picnic area. This had once formed part of the lavish gardens that had backed onto the town hall, but had long since been built over, in favour of more office space. Of course, it was all now deserted, but the grass, made a welcome change under his feet as he made his way towards the door, that he could only hope Luke had remembered to leave open for him. If his brother hadn't… well that just didn't bare thinking about. So Ben didn't.

By the time, Ben was silently thanking his brother, and was back inside once more, the stress and strain of the journey so far were beginning to tell. His shoulders ached from being forced to support. His mouth was dry from the ball gag and, of course, his bottom was sore, both from the self spanking and the butt plug he'd stuffed inside himself and there was the not so small matter of his pricklet, which would have been as hard as it could get, even without the cable tie trapping blood inside it. Yet despite all of this Ben followed the instructions he'd been given.

His engorged organ leading the way Ben, bent sideways until his fingers could reach the call button on the service lift. The wait giving him the chance to study himself, and in particular the blood filled organ that both pushed forward from the rest of his body, but poked upwards as well. Here and there small blue veins had popped up, while at the crown a drop of clear liquid formed in the tiny slit. Beneath it, the twin pubescent testicles swung slightly from side to side, even while he was standing still.

The lift eventually arrived and, struggling slightly, Ben opened the concertina gate, stepped inside, closed the gate, and pressed the top button, before his thoughts turned back to what was in his rear. All the time he'd been in motion his sphincter had fought to hold the homemade dildo inside him. Walking had been difficult but strangely pleasurable, as he felt the rounded end of the butt plug, rubbing against the inside of his rear. Those same steps had also, on occasion, caused it to brush against that secret place high up inside himself, that only other boys knew about. The one that, whenever it was touch, sent direct electrical pulses right through to his bound groin.

Exiting the lift, Ben was more nervous than he'd been throughout the rest of his journey for, if there was ever a chance of his being seen than it was on this part of journey, that would take him eventually into his family's personal quarters. This was probably the only part where other people might be but, thankfully, as it turned out, there was no one there and he made it, safely home, and to the bedroom of his little brother who was, not surprisingly, waiting for him.

"Well, well," Luke laughed when he saw Ben, "you actually did it. Blimey. Did you do it all?"

Ben nodded. Or started to, but the neck brace made it difficult, so he soon stopped.

"Even the…" Luke pointed to the rear of his trousers.

Ben gave a single nod and turned around to show the chains running between his buttocks and, the redness of the cheeks themselves in case that was what Luke had meant.

"Wow, well in that case there's something you can do for me now. Can you kneel down in that stuff?"

He wanted to ask why, but of course couldn't and, anyway, it seemed like a reasonable question under the circumstances, so Ben tried and, although he needed a bit of help from his little brother to prevent himself from falling flat on his face he eventually managed it, at which point Luke returned to where he'd been standing before he gave his next order. "Okay slave," he said, his hands on his hips, "Crawl over here and service me."

Even though he didn't totally understand the order, Ben did as he was told. Slowly, crawling the eight feet [2½ m] or so across the carpet to where, Luke stood. Waiting to see what would happen next.

"Lean forward!" he was told, and when he did, found the strap of the ball gag being undone and the ball pulled from his mouth. The sudden rush of air, making him cough, and by the time he'd pulled himself back together, Luke was standing in front of him wearing just a pair of briefs, and nothing else.

"What?" Ben asked, startled to find his face only inches from the Luke's underwear both surprised that (a) Luke wasn't wearing boxer shorts as he normally insisted on doing and (b) that he could make out the barely prepubescent penis that was pushing out against the tight briefs.

"Lick me slave," Luke instructed, pushing his groin forward. "Lick my pants."

Sticking out his tongue without thinking, Ben ran it across the soft cotton material, exploring as best he could the hard ridge that was outlined beneath, aware that he was behaving just like a happy puppy, that was being rewarded by soft groans from his brother.

"Take them down and suck me." Luke moaned but this only got a quizzical look from Ben, who then looked at each of his hands, helplessly stuck in mid air, a short distance either side of his head.

"Use your mouth!" was the simple solution that was offered and which he then attempted. Ben experimenting to find the best way to allow him to nip the elastic at Luke's waist in his mouth, and pull it down an inch. Then he switched to the other side, and did the same. Finally he returned to the centre, his chin pressing against the very rigid erection, beneath the now damp cloth, which he lifted over it, and down.

Finally Luke stood before his kneeling brother, as naked as Ben was and also with his (naturally) hairless pricklet so hard it almost touched his belly. "Suck it!" he repeated, jerking his hips. Not that Ben needed the encouragement, as the teenager's tongue was already reaching to stroke across the boy's hardness. His lips soon joined his tongue to kiss the shaft, and to slowly creep up to the top, where, almost at once, they slipped over the swollen crown to take the younger boy's erection into his mouth.

His own pricklet throbbing aimlessly between his legs, Ben worked on Luke's erection as best he could. Licking and sucking, and taking all of it into his mouth, his lips sliding up and down, both fast and slow, until he got what he thought was the right action. At this point, Luke's hand snapped to Ben's head, holding onto his hair, also pulling and pushing, as if he wanted to force even more prick than he actually had, into his brother's mouth.

Then, suddenly, and only after a few minutes of Ben starting, the teenager felt Luke's entire body tense, the pricklet in his mouth jerked, once, twice, three times, and then, the eleven year old collapsed backwards onto his bed, spent.

Left alone with the taste of his brother's pricklet still in his mouth, Ben could do nothing but look down at his own groin, where he wasn't at all surprised to see his prick staring right back at him, red in colour and looking more than a little angry at being left out of the party. Yet still shackled as he was, Ben could do nothing about it, but wait for Luke to pull himself together enough to release him, and who knows how long that would take. In the meantime, Ben would just have to wait.

The End