Diversasy

Caught

Chapters 23-30

Chapter Twenty-Three

Lee swung the paddle making it whistle though the air. "Got your attention? Good. Mistress Olga wants some testing done using her new paddle. She's always developing products for enforcing discipline. This paddle is supposed to be a big improvement since it'll accurately measure the force of a spank. And you know how important that is."

Not knowing what else to do, Beto and I nodded. Since I'd been locked in Mistress Olga's equipment and seen her beat Jordan, my stomach began to roil and I felt like puking. I worked to keep my stomach under control because throwing up with a gag in my mouth definitely wasn't a good idea.

She laughed at my obvious discomfort. "What's wrong, Little Boy? Worried?" Swinging the paddle again, she laughed louder. "I'd be if I were you. But then I'm not. Anyway, you two are going to try it out. Richard wants pay for the privilege of watching Sam make her video. Now he gets the bill."

Lee pulled the chain that joined the collars around our necks and led us around to the back of the stocks where Richard was held. One at a time, Lee unlocked our handcuffs and then relocked them with our hands in front.

Giving the paddle to Beto, she said, "You're first, Squeak. Mistress Olga says that a reading of twenty is a good stinging swat. Give Richard five spanks of twenty or better. If the gauge doesn't read twenty, you'll have to give him another one, so don't plan to take it easy. Understand?"

Beto nodded and let Lee move him into position behind Richard. Since we were chained together, I followed and tried to keep out of Beto's way.

"After each spank, hold the paddle up so I can read the gauge." She raised her riding crop. "You spank him or I whip you. Your choice. Now, begin."

Beto gripped the paddle in his handcuffed hands, brought it back and swung as if he was trying to hit a home run in a little league game. The wood hit Richard's bare butt with a sharp crack, making him yelp.

"Let me see." Lee grabbed the end and held it to read the gauge. "Eighteen. Not bad, but short of twenty. Again. That one doesn't count."

Beto put more into next swing and it was a twenty-one.

Lee said, "Good. That one counts. Four more."

The next three were all above twenty, but the last one was only sixteen. Lee raised her crop and lashed Beto across the back of his bare thighs. Beto yelled through his gag and danced in place as much as the hobbles on his ankles would let him.

"Not good enough. Do it again and do it right. If this one isn't a twenty, I'll give you a lot more incentive."

When Lee held up her crop, Beto's eyes opened in fear. He wound up and put everything he had into the next swat. When it cracked against Richard's butt, he yelled with the pain and trashed in the stocks.

Looking at the gauge, Lee said, "Twenty-six. Best one yet. Now let's see how well David can do."

She moved us around so we traded places, which took awhile because we had to hobble around each other's feet that were held wide by the spreader bars. When we were in position, Lee put the paddle in my hands.

"Same thing. Five spanks that are twenty or above. Understand?"

I nodded and swung the paddle not quite as hard as I could. When it hit Richard's butt, he yelled again and fought the stocks holding him.

Lee checked the gauge. "Excellent. Twenty-seven. That's better than Squeak, here. Keep going."

The next two were twenty-five and twenty-six, so I decided not to swing quite so hard. The fourth one was only 18. Lee whipped me across the back of my thighs and I screamed into the gag.

"I told you not to take it easy. Do you need any more reminders?"

I shook my head and delivered another spank with the same force I'd used before. Twenty-six. The last one was twenty-five and when it hit, Richard screamed in agony.

Lee whipped him across the back of his thighs tearing another scream out of him. "You asked for this so stop acting like you're getting killed. You men are all soft and weak."

She grabbed the chain fastened to our collars and pulled us around to the front of the stocks where we could see Richard's face that had tears streaming down dropping on the floor. Lowering a chain with a clip on the end of it from a pulley near the ceiling, she clipped it to the chain on Beto's handcuffs. She raised the chain, pulling Beto's hands and arms over his head.

"Good. David you have the paddle so you get to start. Give Squeak here five spanks of fifteen each. If they aren't, you have to do it again. Begin."

I hesitated and she walked behind me raising her crop. Right away I swung the paddle and hit the clear skin of Beto's butt. He yelped through the gag, but he didn't sound like he was in too much pain. I held the paddle up so Lee could read the gauge.

"That's good. Sixteen. Keep going. You have four more to go."

I hit Beto four more times and managed to get fifteen or more each time. After the fifth spank, he was crying and both cheeks were bright red. As glad as I was to be done, I was afraid of what was to come next.

Lee let the chain down and unhooked from Beto's cuffs. Holding the clip on the chain, she said, "David, give him the paddle." When I did, she hooked the chain to my cuffs and pulled my arms over my head.

"All right Squeak, let's have a little batting practice. Give David five spanks the same as he did you."

I nodded to tell Beto it was all right and he began to spank. Like me, he managed to get five in a row that counted. The pain of each spank was awful and I couldn't imagine getting ten that were above twenty. When he finished, I hung from the chain crying loudly.

Lee said, "How was that Sam? Did we get some video that is worth selling?"

Sam said, "Absolutely. I know of several clients that will pay a premium for this footage, let alone what we can get on the market."

Lee released the chain so my arms dropped. When they did, the blood rushing back into my hands made them throb adding to my misery. As I tried to get the circulation going again, she took our collar chain and led us to a table by the lockers.

"By now, I guess you'd like to get those cuffs off."

She picked up a cardboard box about a foot [30 cm] on a side that had been wrapped with duct tape and shook it. Something inside rattled.

"The keys are in here. You just have to get them out, which isn't hard to do, so to make it more challenging, I made a game of it. I'll give you time to get the box open. If you don't, you'll get a penalty."

When Beto and I looked at each other, I could see fear in his expression. I suppose my face looked the same and I nervously shuffled my feet as much as I could.

Lee laughed. "Nervous? Don't be. This'll be fun. For your penalties, I'll flip a coin and if it's heads, I win and if it's tails you lose. I think that's fair."

She set her crop on the table and picked up a round piece of leather with three small chains hanging from it. Dropping to one knee in front of me, she encircled my scrotum above my testicles and snapped the leather closed. She did the same to Beto and then hung small lead weights from the chains pulling them taught. The weight didn't hurt, but it sure felt strange.

"There. Now one more thing and we'll be ready to play my game."

From a bag, she pulled out two clear plastic containers with oddly-shaped black butt plugs of different sizes in them. Opening a container, she held up the smallest plug so we could see it.

"These are rectal dilators that are made to stretch your sphincter muscle. They're like butt plugs, but the shaft behind the head is the same thickness. This small one is an inch [2½ cm]." She lifted the largest one from the container. "Now this one is two inches [5 cm] in diameter. Nice isn't it."

I stared at the massive plug with fear coming up the back of my throat. Although I liked using a butt plug, nothing I had was that big and what it would feel like going in I couldn't imagine. Knowing Lee and Sam, it would be extremely painful.

She set the plug back in the container. "Here's how it works. After fifteen seconds and you don't get the box open, I'll flip a coin. If I get a head, I add weights to the parachute. I've got more than twenty pounds [almost 10 kg] to hang on each of you. I imagine that would begin to hurt after awhile. If it's tails, I put a plug in beginning with the small one and working up." Holding up the huge two inch [5 cm] plug, she said, "That's my favorite penalty. Forcing this one is great fun. I love the screaming. Are you ready to start?"

Beto and I nodded and shuffled closer to the table. I was determined to tear that thing open on the first try if I had to rip my fingernails off doing it.

"Ready, get set and go."

We grabbed the box and started pulling at the tape, but with four hands, we got in each other's way and didn't accomplish much.

"Time. Let's see what your first penalty will be." She flipped a coin. Heads. "A good start." Lee lifted two weights from a box and hung them from the chains on the parachutes around our testicles. It didn't hurt much but a low ache stated from there and radiated up into my belly.

"All right. Get ready. Go."

We tore into the box again, but this time we coordinated our efforts and made some progress getting the tape off before we ran out of time.

"Well, you're getting there." She flipped a coin. Tails came up. "Nice balance. One of each. Bend over."

When we didn't move fast enough, she picked up her crop and slapped me and then Beto across our already sore butts, making us yelp and quickly get into position.

"That's better, but that had better not happen again."

She applied a thick layer of Vaseline to the smallest plug and pushed it through my sphincter. I still had some oil from the enema there and it went in with only a small sharp pain. When she put a plug into Beto, she had to dive it in with more force than she did mine and he yelped and struggled, earning another lash from the crop.

"Stand up." When we did, she said, "This will be more fun than I thought. Squeak here is really tight. I wonder how much he'll scream when we get to the two-incher [5 cm]. Get ready and begin."

She caught us off guard and we lost a few seconds of time. After fifteen seconds, the coin flip was another head and she added more weight. The next two penalties were tails and she forced in the inch and a quarter [3¼ cm] and then the inch and a half [4 cm] plug. The last one hurt quite a bit, and Lee had to get Sam to help her hold Beto down on the table to drive the plug in while he yelled through the gag and tears ran down his face.

"You'd better work harder. I don't think Squeak is going to like the next plug very well."

Desperately, we ripped at the box and almost had it open when she called time. Fortunately the coin flip was heads and she hung more weight from the parachute. A dull ache was coming from that part of my body, but I could stand that better than the next size of plug.

"Looks like you'll make this time. Go."

We were ready and the keys dropped onto the table with one last yank. I grabbed them and held them up.

"Humph. I'll have to tape the box closed better than that next time. I was hoping to get to at least the inch and three-quarters [4½ cm] plug. Oh, well. Take everything off and set it all on the table. You will leave the dilators in. You might as well get used to them."

When we were free, she swung her crop at us, but intentionally missed. "On your hands and knees. Follow me over to where Sam has set up her camera."

We dropped to the floor and crawled across the floor at her heels. Of all the things I'd done at Sam's, crawling naked along the floor following Lee was the most humiliating. Not even being forced to sit on the toilet and go to the bathroom while Sam made videos of me was that bad. I'm not sure what the difference was, but right now I felt more helpless than before, which I found really exciting, making me about half erect.

When we were in front of the camera in the lights Sam had set up, Sam said, "Face the camera and sit up on your heels."

Beto and I said, "Yes, Ma'am" And sat up as if we were dogs begging.

"Very good. Since this is your first time, Squeak, let me tell you the rules: First, you will follow my orders or Lee's and anyone else we designate without question. In photo sessions, you will cooperate as quickly as possible and do exactly as you are told. Second, you will continue to shave your pubic hair and any other hair that may appear on your legs or under your arms. Third from this point on, you will sleep naked and never stand up to urinate. Lastly, you will accept any discipline and punishments that I may see fit to give you. Is all that understood."

Beto and I nodded and said, "Yes, Ma'am"

In return, you will receive a percentage of the proceeds from the video and pictures of you that we sell. That will be put into an account for you to use after high school. Also, you will have the pleasure of participating in various activities where you will be bound and humiliated by us and other women and you will be allowed to have sex if you perform well. Is that acceptable to you?"

We nodded and said, "Yes, Ma'am."

She jabbed a finger at Beto. "You, Squeak. You choose to do this. Do you regret it?"

Beto said, "No, Ma'am."

"That's good. It's not as if you have a choice in the matter anymore. Just remember who's in charge and follow the rules. Now stand up and face each other."

Sam used her light meter and moved us around until she was satisfied. "Lee, you may need to do some persuasion, but you never know."

Lee went to the table, picked up her crop and returned to stand near us.

Sam said, "Stay out of the shot if you can, Lee. But do what's necessary to keep the scene moving." She nodded and sent her crop whistling through the air. "All right, you two, I'm ready. Kiss."

The command caught Beto and I completely by surprise and we didn't move. Lee raised her crop and I said, "Please, Miss. We don't know how. What do you want?"

"You don't know how to kiss? Don't you watch TV? Just press your lips together and you'll figure it out. It's about time you learned."

She drew back her arm and I leaned toward Beto's face and tried to put my lips on his. He did the same thing and we bashed noses before we moved our heads finally finding each other's mouth. At first, it was awkward and stiff, but in a few seconds after we both relaxed, our lips fit together and I liked how it felt.

Beto and I pulled apart and then kissed again. As we did, I put my arms around him and stroked his bare shoulders as he put his arms around my waist. Gradually, we got the hang of it and pressed the front of our bodies together.

Lee laughed and said, "You two are naturals. David, lick and suck on his nipples."

I backed away so I had room to get my head down to Beto's chest. My mouth found a nipple and I began to run my tongue around it, eventually taking it into my mouth. For a few minutes, I alternated nipples as Beto stroked my hair.

"Good. Now switch places."

When I straightened up so Beto would have room, he ducked down and worked on my nipples. No one had ever done that to me before and it was an interesting experience. It wasn't as stimulating as the descriptions I'd read about in porn stories, but it was nice.

After a few minutes, Lee said, "Kiss again and this time, push your tongues into each other's mouths."

I wasn't sure I wanted to do that because it seemed kind of gross, but at least it wouldn't hurt the way Lee's crop would if I didn't do it. Beto and I pressed our lips together and a little at a time, I opened my mouth and pushed my tongue forward. He did the same thing because I felt the end of his tongue meet mine. Surprisingly, it wasn't bad at all and I opened my mouth further to let Beto push his tongue in more. When he did, I got an erection almost immediately and I wrapped my arms around him harder, pulling him tightly against me. I drove my hips into him so he could feel my hard penis and discovered he was erect, too.

Lee said, "David get on your knees and put your tongue in Squeak's belly button."

Beto pulled his tongue back and I dropped to my knees. I pushed my tongue into his navel and ran it around in circles on his belly. His erection poked me at the top of my chest and without being told, I dropped my head and sucked it into my mouth. Lee didn't say anything so I kept going until Beto had an orgasm, shooting streams of semen into my mouth.

A sharp pain on my butt as Lee hit me with her crop made me pull away from Beto's penis. Lee said, "Very good. You're learning what we expect. Saves time when you don't have to be given instruction all the time. Now trade places."

As I stood, Sam said, "This video will be a big seller in the little boy market. David, you and Beto here are going to be stars."

Beto had gotten on his knees, taken my penis into his mouth and clamped his lips around it as he bobbed his head. I ran my fingers through his hair as he worked. Until then I'd almost forgotten about the plug, but when he pulled on my penis with his lips, I could feel it. Reaching between my butt cheeks, I pressed on the protruding end to force it deeper inside to put pressure on my prostate gland. In less than a minute, I had a huge orgasm, making me drive my hips into Beto's face.

When Lee saw me relax after my climax, she said, "Stand up next to each other and wait."

Beto and I stood side by side facing the camera while Lee released Richard from the stocks. He followed her when she walked back over to us. She said, "We're done, get them out of here."

"Yes, Miss."

Richard limped to the table and returned with both pairs of hand and ankle cuffs and clamped them on us again. He said, "Put your hands over your heads." When we did, he put a chastity back on us, but he didn't close the lock. "Put your arms down now."

Lee slipped her robe on over her leather costume while Sam packed up her video equipment. Sam said, "I'll expect you to take care of these boys on the trip back, Richard. They spanked you, but you said you wanted to pay to watch me make the video." She laughed. "It's too bad you can't afford to buy them after they're made. This will be one of the better ones. If I hear from the boys, that you've mistreated them in anyway, you'll be punished. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Ma'am. I do."

"Good. You boys will be notified when you are needed again. You will be expected to get a physical exam in two weeks so be sure you are available-no excuses are accepted. Also, you will be told when and where you will be expected to wear those chastity devices. Until then, you'd better be more careful with them. Next time, your punishments won't be as much fun."

Beto and I said, "Yes, Ma'am." I added, "Thank you for making another video."

"Well, maybe you're learning your place after all. Richard should be as grateful. Here's the key to your locker. Transport them now, Richard."

"Yes, Ma'am."

He made a half-bow, took the key and walked carefully to the locker, not taking a long stride, where he had hung his clothes. Opening the door, he quickly dressed and walked back to us. Grabbing our arms just above he elbow in a painful grip, he led us behind the curtains and into the garage. Opening the door, he boosted us inside. While we waited, he opened a storage bin, took out two small towels and put them on each seat.

"Sit on the towels so the lube doesn't get on the seats."

Beto and I eased into the seats and he strapped us in as before. When he put the gags in and pulled the straps through the seats again, he yanked it painfully deep into my mouth. From the groan next to me, I assumed he did the same to Beto. The gag forced my head back so tightly into the upholstery, I could only move my eyes.

"That should keep you quiet. I have to keep you safe on the trip home you know."

He laughed, unlocked the door to the driver's area and climbed through. I don't know how far it is from Sam's to my house, but the trip back seemed to take forever. Richard must be driving around town to make it longer so we'd have to suffer with the gags forces into our mouths. After only a few minutes, my jaw began to ache and spit began to dribble from the corners of my mouth onto my bare chest. My mouth dried out and I became steadily more uncomfortable. When the van stopped, the ache had turned into pain that made tears run down my face to join the saliva on my chest.

Richard climbed into the back carrying the plastic crates with our clothes in them and set them on the floor. Silently, he unstrapped us, leaving the gags until last. When they were out, he said, "Get dressed and get out of here. If you say anything to Sam other than how well you liked riding with me, you'll regret it. Understand?"

We both said, "Yes, sir."

"Good. You can take those chastity devices off when you're inside." He held out two plastic shopping bags. "The other dilators are in here. Take out the ones you have in, clean them off and keep them in the storage container. You'll be told when to use them again."

When he unlocked the cuffs, we pulled our clothes out of the baskets and dressed as quickly as we could. We took the shopping bags and jumped out when he opened the door. He followed us out, walked around to the driver's door, got in and drove away.

Beto and I walked up the sidewalk to the front door of my house until he turned the corner out of sight. Then I led the sprint inside and grabbed a roll of paper towels from the kitchen as Beto and I ran up to my bathroom. We each dropped our sweatpants and took the chastity device off first. I didn't have any trouble getting my dilator out. It had been in so long, I suppose it stretched my sphincter muscle out. Beto had a hard time and asked me to help. I grabbed the end of it with a paper towel and pulled it part way letting it go back in when the pain got too much for Beto and he told me to stop.

Finally, he said, "When I tell you, just pull it out. It'll hurt, but I want to get it over with."

"All right. Let me know when."

Beto bent over the vanity and I got several clean pieces of paper towel, wrapped my fingers over the flange on the end of the plug and put my hand on his back to steady him.

He looked back at me, set his jaw and nodded. I didn't yank it out, but I gave it a strong steady pull. There was a second of resistance as the larger diameter head slid out, which made Beto yell through his clenched teeth, but I had it in my hand.

I wiped it off with paper towels and set it in the container. Beto sat on the toilet seat and took a wad of toilet paper to clean off the extra lube. He flushed, pulled up his sweat pants, put the chastity in the bag with the dilators and headed for the door.

He went out through my bedroom and I said, "Beto? Are you all right?" He kept walking and didn't answer. "Beto, call me tonight, okay."

I heard his feet on the stairs and the front door closing.

Chapter Twenty-Four

I kept trying to call Beto the rest of day, but he'd turned off his cell phone. Finally, I gave up watched a movie, but I couldn't concentrate on it. Nothing interested me, so I got my homework out and did that right after dinner-something I almost never did.

Sunday I had no better luck. At nine o'clock, I got undressed and crawled into bed. I stared at the ceiling for a while and then picked up a science fiction book from my bedside table to read. At 10:30, there was a tap at my door and Dad stuck his head in.

"You're up late. School tomorrow, you know."

I set my book down. "I know, but I can't sleep."

He came in wrapped his long bathrobe and when he sat on the edge of my bed, I could smell soap from his shower and his deodorant. I had pulled the blankets up over my chest, but my bare shoulders stuck out.

"Is there something wrong?"

"Yeah. Beto and I had a fight – I think."

"You think?"

"Well, he's mad at me, but I'm not sure why."

"I understand. That can happen. Friendships can be confusing at times."

We sat for a minute or two not saying anything. I collected all my courage and said, "Dad, how do you know if you're in love?"

He smiled. "Generally, it's obvious. But I don't think that's the question you want to ask. Let me help you out. I think the question you really want to ask is: 'Am I in love with Beto?'."

I felt my face flush and my cheeks got hot, but I nodded. Dad smiled again and stroked my hair with his hand.

"I thought that might be the question. The answer is: Yes. And there's nothing wrong with that. In fact, your first love is a wonderful thing. Difficult to deal with at times, but still something you'll never forget."

I nodded. "But what should I do about Beto?"

"Do what I told you the other night. Treat each other with love and respect. Never lie and always think of him first. If he does the same, you two will be fine."

"Thanks, Dad. I'll try that. I'm not sure exactly sure what I'll do, but I'll try."

"Good. Be patient. Make sure he knows you want to patch things up and be willing to talk or do whatever he wants to do to make up."

"Okay."

"Get some sleep." He leaned forward and kissed me on the forehead again.

When he did, I sat up and wrapped my arms around him and he did the same. I felt him rub my bare back, sliding his hands all the way down to my butt so he knew I was naked. He didn't say anything about it and I wondered if he'd done that intentionally.

"Trust me. Things will be fine."

He left and turned out the light.

For four days, Beto and I didn't say much to each other. I could tell Beto wasn't mad at me, but at the same time, something was bothering him. Losing his friendship would have hurt me a lot, but I didn't know how to get back where we were before we went to Sam's. Tommy noticed and asked me if there was something wrong, but I just shrugged. I didn't know what to tell him.

Friday at the end of P.E. class as we were dressing, Beto said, "I need a shave."

Automatically, I looked at his crotch, but he had pulled his underwear up and I couldn't tell if he did or not. If he hadn't shaved since the weekend, he probably did, though.

I said, "Me, too. Your house?"

He nodded and we didn't say anymore. After school, we walked to his apartment in silence. We left our shoes and socks at the door like usual and walked to his room where he closed and locked the door.

He said, "I'll do you first. Take your clothes off and I'll get the shaving stuff."

I was naked and climbing onto his bed when he came out of the bathroom. Spreading my arms and legs wide, I tried to be as helpful as possible and waited for him to tie me to the corners of his bed.

Dropping to his knees, he brought out his box of ropes, selected four and bound my wrists and ankles to the heavy posts at the corners, pulling the rope quite a bit tighter than usual. When he finished, he stood at the end of the bed where I could see him and undressed.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, he carefully shaved off the stubble that had begun to appear around my genitals. He even shaved under my scrotum and toward my anus although I didn't think I had any hair there. By the time he'd finished, I was erect and ready for him to masturbate me as we always had in the past. Instead, he put the shaving equipment on the floor and sat on the edge of the bed, silently staring at me.

"What are you waiting for? I'm ready."

"I see that, but I'm not. Maybe I won't do it."

"We always do. Why not now?" I was disappointed that he didn't want to masturbate me, but when he didn't answer, I said, "If you're done, untie me so I can shave you."

"No, I'm not going to do that either."

My voice shook with fear. "What do you want?" He'd never acted this way before and I worried about what I'd gotten myself into.

He stood and then stretched out on the bed next to me on his side resting his head on my shoulder, almost in my armpit. "I want to talk to you."

"Can't you untie me to do that?"

"I could, but I won't. I like having you like this. And I think you like it, too."

What could I say? In my predicament, only the truth would do. "Yeah, I do especially when you tie me. What do you want?"

"I told you I wanted to talk. First of all, you didn't tell me the whole truth. You didn't tell me why you were sleeping naked and sitting to take a leak. Also, you didn't tell me that Sam had ordered you to shave. I just thought you liked it. That's why I decided to shave, because you did. We made a rule that we'd tell each other everything and you didn't."

"I know, but how could I? You wouldn't have believed me if I did. And Sam ordered me not to tell. You know how she is now. I was afraid of getting punished."

He sighed and rubbed his hand over my nipples, first one side then the other. "I suppose. But do I know the truth now? Is there anything you haven't told me?"

"No. You know everything, but Sam keeps coming up with things that I can't imagine and orders me to take part in them. You'll have to be in her videos and pictures now, too."

"I know, but that's what I wanted. Do you always follow her orders?"

"Absolutely. I know I'd better. If I don't do what she says, she'll spread those pictures of me around or punish me. Now you'll have to do what she says, too." I swallowed hard a few times and said, "Also, I like doing most of those things and the money I'm getting. There are a few things I don't like and I'm afraid whenever I go there, but all in all, I don't want to stop."

"That's what I thought. We're going to change the rules again. The Last Rule always applies to you, but it only applies to me if I want it to. And until I tell you different, I'm in charge. Is that clear?"

"Yes, Sir."

"When I'm sure you've told me everything and I can trust you again, then we'll go back to the way we were. You'll have to show me that you're not lying by taking my orders. Understand?"

"Yes, Sir."

"I see you have the idea. That's good. You like following orders and letting someone else be in control, don't you."

"Yes, Sir. You must, too."

"You're right. But I like giving orders, too. For example, I'm ordering you not to talk until I tell you to."

Out of habit, I almost replied, but nodded instead.

"That's good."

He snuggled down into a more comfortable position next to me and stroked my body, first my chest and then worked his way down. I liked the massage and by the time he got to the point where he was lightly stroking my penis about ten minutes later, I was erect and wanting relief.

"You can talk now."

"Thank you, Sir. I liked that a lot."

"I did, too. For lying to me, I think you should get some punishment, don't you?"

Although I tried to keep my voice steady, it shook as I said, "Yes, Sir. I should."

"Good. I'm glad you agree."

Beto got up from the bed and picked up his book bag. Then he climbed on top of me so he sat directly on my thighs facing me. Reaching down, he pinched my penis just behind the head and held it as I squirmed under him losing my erection.

He opened his bag and took out his chastity device. Opening the ring, he began to put it on me.

"What are you doing? Don't do that."

"Nope. Your punishment is to wear this until I take it off." He grinned. "By the way, did I tell you, I'd be gone all weekend?"

It only took an instant to understand what he meant. "Wait. Please. Not all weekend. You know how it feels. Don't to this to me, please."

I tried to keep him from putting it on, but I was tied too tightly and his weight on my thighs kept me from wiggling my hips enough to prevent him from shoving my penis into the plastic tube and locking everything.

"That's my lock and you can get the key from me at my house Monday morning before we go to school. After that, you'll do exactly what I say until I'm sure you aren't lying to me anymore. If I think you are, I get to punish you. Understand?"

"Yes, Sir, I do."

"All right then. You have something to do for me before I let you go."

He got off my thighs and crawled on his knees until he could plant his bare butt on my chest. Lifting my head from the bed with one hand, he guided his penis toward my lips with the other.

I eagerly pulled his penis into my mouth and slowly brought him up to an erection and then, used my tongue and lips to stimulate him in the spots I knew he was most sensitive. When he had his orgasm, he grabbed a bunch of my hair in each hand and pulled my head up driving his erection deeper into my mouth and down my throat. Several times, I gagged, but he pushed my head back when I did.

Climbing off my chest, he stood beside the bed and untied me. When I got up, he stretched out and spread his legs. I picked up the ropes to tie him to the bed, but he shook his head.

"No ties. Just shave me. Until I trust you again, I'll do all the tying. Not you."

"Yes, Sir." I picked up the shaving equipment and went to work.

As I shaved the stubble and gently moved his penis around, I started to get another erection, but the chastity prevented it. I tried to think of something else, but it was no use and the confining plastic became really uncomfortable. Being as careful as I could, I scraped away every bit of hair on or around Beto's genitals, which gave him an erection as always.

Beto sat partway up and inspected my work. "It looks good, but I hate to waste a good erection."

Taking the hint, I bent over and took his penis into my mouth for the second time in about twenty minutes. Beto lay back on the pillows and didn't grab my hair to control what I was doing. This time, I tried to see how long I could make him last and didn't tighten my lips around the shaft as much as I usually did. In a few minutes, he was moaning and rolling his hips around, but he let me continue at my own pace.

Finally, he spurted five or six times into my mouth and I swallowed, but kept on bobbing my head on his penis until it started to go soft.

He got up and said, "Very good. You're getting better. Now dress me."

I picked up his clothes from the floor and put them back on him.

Standing, he said, "You'll hear from me when I get back Sunday night." He reached down and pulled on the chastity. "Enjoy your weekend; you'll be hearing from me. You can get dressed and leave now."

When I got home, I went to my room, changed out of our school uniform, and put on a pair of baggy sweatpants and shirt then went to my computer to read my email.

I spent a frustrating, sometimes uncomfortable weekend. It always surprised me how often I got an erection. Usually, I never noticed, but with the chastity, I knew every time. First thing in the morning was the worse. My morning erection lasted a long time and on Sunday morning, it was determined to escape the plastic tube on the chastity, but of course, it couldn't.

Sunday night after dinner, I started checking my email every ten minutes or so expecting something from Beto. The first email I got was from Jordan:

David,

Your physical exam will be two weeks from Sunday because the clinic and several doctors were not available next week. Have that entire day free. I will send you more information about what you have to do to prepare later. Beto will be expected to get a physical, too.

Your best friend.

I read it several times, wondering what sort of physical could take all day, but I knew asking about it wouldn't do any good. At least Beto would be there with me. That made me feel a little better.

At nine o'clock, Beto finally emailed me:

David,

Meet at my house before school. I have what you need for class. Bring one pair of handcuffs and ankle cuffs in your books bag. Don't be late.

Beto

At last! I could hardly wait to get the chastity off. But what did he want the cuffs for?

Monday morning I left home early to get to Beto's and so I'd have enough time to make it to school and not be tardy. I rang the bell and his mother answered the door.

She said, "You must be David. Beto has been telling me about you. He's in his bedroom getting ready for school. Go on in."

I walked to his room as casually as I could, not wanting to show his mother how anxious I was. Good thing I did, because she leaned in through the door after I went in.

"Beto, I'm going to work. Don't you two fool around and be late."

He said, "We won't. I've got one thing left to do and then we'll leave. See you tonight."

"Have a good day." She turned and left.

I said, "Does she always wear those clothes to work?"

"Usually. She's a surgical nurse at the hospital and the doctors want to do their surgery first thing in the morning. She takes a change of clothes along with her though."

"Oh. Can you take this off now?" When he didn't say anything, I said, "Please, Sir, can you take this off."

"That's more like it. Drop your pants."

When I did, he took the key and removed the chastity. With one hand, I moved my genitals around, happy they were free again. Beto slapped my hand.

"Did I tell you that you could do that?"

"No, Sir. Sorry, Sir."

"Do it again, and I'll put it back on. I wanted you to wear the chastity so you'd be ready for today. After school, we're going to give Tommy a shower and if you do it right, maybe you can masturbate as a reward."

"Thank you Sir. I'm looking forward to it."

"Good, we'll meet in front of the building as usual and go to my house."

Tommy was waiting with Beto when I came out of school and we fell into step to walk to Beto's. I talked with Tommy, but Beto didn't have much to say.

At Beto's we took our shoes and socks off at the door as usual and Beto led us to his room. We started pulling our clothes off as soon as we went in while he locked the door.

When we were naked, Beto said, "David, did you bring the cuffs?"

"Yes, Sir." I opened my book bag, took them out and handed them to Beto.

Tommy came over to look at them. "Cool. What are those for?"

Beto said, "They're for after we shower. I thought we'd do something different."

"Sounds like fun. Are we ready?"

Beto led us into his bathroom, set the cuffs on the counter and then we got into the bathtub and gave Tommy a shower. Rather, I gave him a shower while Beto watched. When I went down on my knees to wash the backs of Tommy's legs, Beto moved so he stood directly behind me watching what I did over my shoulder. I pulled Tommy's butt cheeks apart and applied soap to my fingers. When I did, Beto tapped me on the shoulder and held up two fingers. I got the idea and after I'd forced my index finger into Tommy's rectum a few times pressing on his prostate making him squirm with pleasure, I pulled it out and used two. As they went in, Tommy squealed and looked down over his shoulder at me.

He said, "Wow, that was unexpected. I liked it though. Do it again."

I loaded my fingers with more soap, pushed them in again and spent some time working them around inside and stretching his tight sphincter. Each time I wiggled them, Tommy squeaked and moaned.

Finally, Beto said, "Okay, that's enough. Let's get out and dry off."

Tommy and Beto stood on the rug while I dried them with towels then dried myself. Beto picked up the handcuffs and held them so Tommy could see them.

"Let me show you how to use these, Tommy. David, turn around." I did and Beto said, "Watch how I put these on. There is a double lock so they can't accidently close too tight. You lock them on and then use the end of the key to set the locks. Then you turn the key this way first and then the other way to unlock them. Got that?"

"Yeah. Let me try it."

With a little help from Beto, Tommy put them on and took them off several times. Then Beto had me kneel on the floor and had Tommy put the ankle cuffs on, looping the longer chain through the chain in the handcuffs so I had to stay kneeling.

Tommy backed up to get a better look at me. "This is great. I've never done this before, but you must have."

"Yeah, we have. Now we're ready to finish your shower." Which before, meant we would masturbate Tommy. This time, it was obvious what Beto was going to make me do. I wasn't sure I liked Tommy knowing I performed oral sex, but it was too late now.

Tommy said, "But how can David rub my penis with his hands locked behind his back?"

Beto laughed. "Well there are other things he can do."

He put his hand in the small of Tommy's back and pushed him a couple of steps forward. As his penis moved close to my face I opened my mouth. Tommy jumped back, starting at me in shock.

"He's not going to let me put my penis in his mouth, is he?" Beto nodded and Tommy said, "No way. What if he bites it or something?"

"That won't happen. David likes having a penis in his mouth. Don't you?"

I said, "Yes, Sir." I swallow hard and said what I knew Beto wanted me to say. "I'd like to have Tommy's penis in my mouth. Please, Sir,"

Beto said, "See. Go ahead."

Tommy said, "I don't know. Isn't that what's called a blow job?"

Beto said, "That's right. And it feels a lot better than rubbing it. Watch."

Pushing Tommy aside, he stepped in front of me. I took his soft penis in my mouth and began to work on it. In less than a minute, Beto was erect and driving his hips into my face to show Tommy what to do. Before he had an orgasm, he moved away.

"There. See how it's done. Go ahead. You'll like it. David's going to do all the work and you just have to stand there and enjoy it."

"Okay. But be careful."

He shuffled forward and I clamped my lips around his stub of a penis and went to work. I used my tongue a lot around the ridge of his head and tried to force the tip into his urethra, which made him jump. As I bobbed my head, he hooked one hand behind my head to control what I was doing. In a few minutes, he had a dry orgasm, giving a high pitched squeak each time his penis surged. If nothing else, having sex with Tommy was noisy and I wondered what would happen when he had his first real orgasm.

Stepping back, he said between pants as he caught his breath, "That was amazing. I was a lot better than just rubbing it."

Beto grinned and said, "Told you so. Now it's my turn."

He took Tommy's place and I eagerly wrapped my mouth around his penis and brought him to an orgasm.

When Beto stepped back, Tommy said, "Can I do it again?"

Before I could say anything, Beto said, "Sure, Tommy. In fact, David likes doing it so much, he's going to give you blowjobs anytime you want one. You just tell him when and he'll do it for you."

Tommy said, "Really? You'll do that, David?"

"Yes, Sir. If Beto wants me to do that, I will."

"All right." Tommy moved in front of me again. "Do it again. Right now."

"Yes, Sir." I leaned forward and sucked his soft penis into my mouth.

He got an erection right away, but I had to work longer than the first time before he had another orgasm. When I tried to pull back, Tommy grabbed my head with both hands and demanded, "Keep going. I'll tell you when to stop."

I heard Beto laugh, but I didn't pay any attention to him, tightened my lips and stroked his penis from the head down the shaft until my nose pressed against his hairless belly. He had another orgasm and stepped back breathing hard.

"Oh, man. I am so going to like this. Thanks, Beto."

Beto said, "Don't thank me. Thank David. He's the one who like to do this."

Tommy said, "Okay. Thanks, David."

"See, David. Everyone appreciates your talent." To Tommy, he said, "One more thing. Help me lay him on his side. He deserves a reward, don't you think?"

"Sure. What do you want to do?"

They tipped me off my knees so I was lying on my side in a hogtie position. Beto moved me around until he was satisfied. He pointed at my partly erect penis and said, "Here you go Tommy. You can masturbate him. The last time you did such a good job, I thought that could be David's reward."

Tommy grinned, but didn't say anything. He dropped to his knees, grabbed my penis and began to yank on it.

"Ow! Not so hard! You're going to rip it off. Just stroke it."

"Oh, sorry about that."

He slowed down and Beto took his hand and helped him get a rhythm going. It wasn't comfortable and he was still too rough at times, but at least it didn't feel like I was a cow he was trying to milk.

I finally had a not so very good orgasm and semen sprayed out and over Tommy's hand. "Eww. That's nasty. How can you stand to have that stuff in your mouth?"

Beto handed him a wet washcloth. "Here use this to clean up with. It' kind of a mess, but David likes the flavor. That's why he does it."

"Really? What's it taste like?"

I said, "Not bad. It's hot and sort of salty and sweet at the same time."

Tommy said, "I'll take your word for it."

Beto laughed. "I know what you mean. Come on, let's get dressed."

They left and I heard them talking in the bedroom. After a long wait, Beto came back into the bathroom fully dressed and carrying a plastic bag. He dropped to both knees in front of me and said, "You did a good job. Tommy liked it a lot. Are you ready to do it again tomorrow?"

"Yes, Sir. If you want me too."

"Yeah, I do. I already told Tommy you would. Were you planning to masturbate again today?"

"Yes, Sir. I usually do before I go to sleep."

"That's what I thought. I like to do that too, but you can't. You'll have to save it up so Tommy can do it for you." Beto turned the bag he carried over and his chastity device dropped out onto the floor.

I saw it and said, "No, please, Sir. Don't do that to me again."

"I have to. You can't be trusted not to masturbate, so I have to make sure. Come to here tomorrow morning and I'll take it off before school. You don't masturbate at school do you?"

"No way. There's no place where someone might see me."

"That's what I thought. Then Tommy will get your best tomorrow."

When he began to put it on, I didn't fight because I knew it wouldn't do any good. Anyway, except for my morning erection, wearing it wasn't that bad and if I didn't masturbate for a day, I'd probably have a better orgasm than the one he gave me today.

Beto took the keys to the cuffs from his pocket and dropped them on the floor. "Here you go. You can unlock the cuffs now." He dropped the lid on the toilet and sat down. "It might be a little hard, but that's okay. I want to watch the show."

It took me about fifteen minutes, but I finally escaped. Beto sat on the toilet laughing, giving me encouragement and pointers as I writhed around on the floor. I was surprised at how helpless and humiliating it was for me to be naked and struggling with the keys while Beto sat dressed and laughed at me. For some reason, I found that exciting and I started to get an erection, but the chastity prevented it, making my efforts to get free even more uncomfortable. Finally, by pushing my bound wrists down and past my butt, I got my hands in front so I could see what I was doing and got the cuffs off.

When I got to my feet, Beto stood and said, "I'm disappointed. I was hoping to have a longer show than that. Clean up in here, get dressed and I'll see you tomorrow morning. Take the cuffs with you. We'll need them." He laughed. "Or you will anyway."

Chapter Twenty-Five

Tuesday was a repeat of Monday, except we did it at my house. Again, after Tommy masturbated me and left, Beto locked the chastity on. I protested, but it didn't do any good. He said I'd shown myself to be untrustworthy and I'd have to wear it until I proved to him I'd keep my word and not lie to him.

Things changed on Wednesday. After I'd given Tommy his shower and he'd locked the handcuffs on my wrists, he said, "Beto, when we're done, can you put the handcuffs on me? I've never worn them and I want to see how they feel."

Beto laughed. "We don't have to wait until we're done. Finish locking the ankle cuffs on David and follow me."

When I was on my knees, chained in position, Beto and Tommy left the bathroom. A few minutes later, Beto came back leading Tommy by the elbow. He had locked my second set of ankle cuffs on Tommy's legs and his hands were handcuffed behind his back.

Tommy stood over me with his belly sticking out because his handcuffed wrists behind his back made his hips roll forward. "This is great. I like how these feel on my body and not being able to move. No wonder you tie each other up all the time."

Beto said, "That's right. Now you know. It's even better when you have an orgasm while you're tied up." He pushed Tommy forward so I could reach him and I opened my mouth. "Do your best, David; just like always."

I did Tommy, which was difficult because he kept pulling on the cuffs on his wrists and ankles and moving around so much I had a hard time keeping his penis in my mouth. He had his first orgasm and actually screamed and thrashed so much against the handcuffs, Beto checked to see if he'd hurt himself. Then Beto turned Tommy so he could lean against the counter and recover. If he had that much of a reaction the first time, I wondered what he'd do when I gave him the second round where he always wanted multiple orgasms.

While Tommy rested, gasping for air, I did Beto, taking my time so Tommy could settle down. Although it was hard to see him, it looked like Beto reached over and stroked Tommy's chest and belly with one hand while I worked on him.

After Beto had his orgasm, Tommy stood up off the counter and said, "I'm going to try for at least four in a row this time. Being chained up like this is really sexy and I like it."

Beto laughed and said, "Really? I never noticed."

Tommy stepped in front of me and pushed his hips into my face while Beto used one hand behind my head to keep me from backing away. I tightened my lips around Tommy's tiny penis as much as I could and slid it in and out of my mouth as quickly as I could. This time, Tommy didn't jump around as much, although he still screamed each time I felt him have a dry orgasm. The muscles in my face were getting tired and cramping by the time he had his fourth and I was relieved when he stepped away. Beto guided him backward to lean on the counter again.

Between gasps for air, Tommy said, "That was amazing. We have to do that tomorrow."

Beto said, "Sure. Why not?"

Tommy said, "Really. That okay with you, David."

Before I could answer, Beto said, "Of course it is. You don't have to ask. I told you that David would give you blow jobs anytime you want them. Just say when. Anyway, he likes it. Don't you?"

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

Beto said, "See. Let's go downstairs and put the cuffs away."

A few minutes later they both came back into the bathroom. They had gotten dressed in my bedroom and Beto was carrying a small package.

He held it up where I could see it. "Tommy wants to masturbate you again, but he doesn't want to get semen all over his hands so I told him a condom would solve the problem. Since you have a few, I thought I'd show him how one was used."

Beto and Tommy tipped me on my side again and Beto moved my arms and legs around so my hips were thrust forward and Tommy could easily reach my penis.

Giving the package to Tommy, Beto said, "Tear it open and take the condom out. It's made of latex and it'll be rolled up tight."

Tommy did that held it up so he could look at closely. "I see that. So it's called a rubber because it's made of latex?"

"Right. What you do is roll it down an erection." When Beto looked down at me, he saw I didn't have an erection and said, "Well, David's not being very cooperative today. I'll get him started for you."

Beto dropped to one knee and stroked my penis. At the same time, he twisted my nipples sending little jolts of electricity from them. In less than a minute, I was hard. "Okay, Tommy put it on."

Tommy set the condom on the end of my penis and clumsily unrolled it. Then he yanked on it. The lubrication made his hand slide right off the end. He said, "It's slippery."

Beto said, "Yeah, they are so take shorter strokes and don't pull so hard."

In a few minutes, I had another poor orgasm and shot semen into the nipple of the condom. Tommy said, "This is much better. It doesn't make such a mess. I do have to wash the slippery stuff off my hands, though."

"No problem. That's why we're in the bathroom."

Tommy washed his hands at the sink and Beto handed him a towel. They left and went into my bedroom where they talked for a long time. Finally Beto came back, dropped the keys on the floor and sat on the toilet.

"It's show time. Make it a good one."

"Yes, Sir." I struggled and slid across the carpet so I could reach the keys and free myself. It took less time than yesterday because from that experience, I'd figured out a way to reach the locks.

When I stood in front of Beto, he said, "Take the condom off and then shower. Make it fast."

"Yes, Sir." I pulled the condom off which was about to fall off anyway, set it on the counter and jumped in the shower for a quick soap and rinse.

I turned the water off and Beto handed me a towel. When I'd dried my body I tossed the towel out onto the floor and stepped on it to dry my feet. I stood straight and Beto held out the chastity device.

"Here, put this on. I'll take it off tomorrow same as before. We don't want to disappoint Tommy do we?"

I wasn't sure who the 'we' was, but I didn't ask any questions. Instead, I said, "Yes, Sir."

When the lock clicked closed, Beto checked it to be sure I had it on securely. "Very good. I'll see you tomorrow. Clean up in here. It needs to be spotless tomorrow."

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

Thursday, Tommy locked me on my knees and he and Beto left. When they came back, Beto was leading Tommy by a leash clipped to a leather collar around his neck. Beto had also put a ball gag on Tommy and carried my inflatable butt plug.

When Beto saw my surprise, he said, "Tommy was looking at the other equipment and wanted to try some things. He really wanted to see how a butt plug works so I said I'd show him."

Beto unlocked one ankle cuff so I could stand up. Then he bent me over the sink and said to Tommy. "Watch. There's nothing to it. You put some lubrication on the end of the plug, pull a cheek to one side and push it in. It hurts a little when the big part goes through, but David doesn't mind. He likes having a butt plug in. Don't you?"

"Yes, Sir. I do. Please put it in."

"See. First you pull his cheeks apart so you can see his anus. Then you put the round point right in the middle where the pucker is and push."

Although I used that butt plug a lot, I normally eased it in. Beto jammed it in this time, making me yell as the largest part pushed through my sphincter. When that was done, Beto put me back on the floor on my knees and relocked the ankle cuff.

Pushing Tommy ahead, he said, "He's all yours Tommy. Enjoy yourself."

This time, instead of stopping when he had his first screaming orgasm, Tommy kept thrusting his hips into my face. As he had each climax, he managed to scream loudly through the gag.

When Tommy was done, Beto pulled on the leash and led him away. After a long wait, they came back into the bathroom again fully dressed. I was surprised because Beto did have me perform oral sex on him as we had done before and wondered what he had in mind. I didn't have time to think about it because Beto pushed me over so I was lying on my side on the floor.

"Okay, he's ready for you. Put the condom on like yesterday."

Tommy dropped to his knees in front of me and began to rub my penis. When I was erect, he opened the package, took the condom out and unrolled it down my stiff shaft. This time, he had no trouble and I enjoyed the tight rubber covering my penis.

Beto said, "Great. You're a fast learner. Next you fiddle with the controls of the butt plug while you stroke him. Like this."

Picking up the bulb and the vibrator control connected to the butt plug, he ran the vibrator up to full speed. Deep inside I felt it thrumming and slid my hips around on the floor.

"See. He can feel it right away. You try it."

Beto gave the control to Tommy and he ran the speed up and down at random, increasing my excitement since I had no idea what speed would be next. Next Beto pumped up the plug and let the air out a few times to show Tommy how it was done. Tommy took the bulb and squeezed air in and let out while he changed the vibrator's speed. The two of them together stimulating my rectum and prostate were about to drive me crazy and I moaned and writhed on my side pulling on the chains.

Tommy said, "This is fun, making him twist and wiggle. No wonder you have to chain him up."

Beto said, "You got it. Go ahead and put him out of his misery."

"Okay. Just a minute."

He turned the vibrator up full and squeezed the bulb inflating the plug larger and larger. When it went past the point of being uncomfortable, I gritted my teeth and moaned. I almost started to beg him to let some of the air out, but Beto grabbed his hand making him quit. Then he guided Tommy's hand and put it on my penis where Tommy began to stroke my latex covered penis. One thing about the condom was that it was lubricated so Tommy couldn't yank on the skin as hard as he did when I didn't wear one. Although he wasn't stretching the skin, Tommy was just mechanically jerking my penis and didn't care about how it made me feel. It was something to do to give me an orgasm and nothing else. Eventually, I had another so-so orgasm and Tommy quit, stood up and washed his hands.

He sat on the edge of the bathtub and said, "Is this when you watch David try to get loose?"

Beto sat down on the toilet seat lid and said, "Right. I just drop the keys." He dug them out of a pocket and put them on the floor in front of me. "And sit back and enjoy the show. Watch how his penis flops back and forth. It's really funny. Go ahead, David. You have a bigger audience this time."

As I twisted and turned, Tommy and Beto laughed and made fun of my efforts. When I'd unlocked everything and stood up, Tommy said, "That was great. I have to go, but you'll tell him about Saturday, right?"

"Sure. I'll see you later. Do you have what you need?"

"Yeah. And thanks."

Tommy walked out and I was left wondering what they had in mind. Beto said, "Take the condom off and shower again."

When I did and dried off, he had me put the chastity on again. After checking to see if I had it on correctly, he said, "Here's the plan. I'll take the chastity off tomorrow morning before school and then put it back on after school. On Saturday morning, you come to my house and I'll take it off again so you can go to Tommy's. He wants you to help him with a project and I told him you would. You'll follow his orders just as if I was giving them. Understand?"

"Yes, Sir. But what does he want me to do?"

"You'll find out. Anyway, it doesn't matter. You'll do whatever he wants you to do."

"Yes, Sir."

"Good. When he's done with you, you'll call me and then come back to my house. Any questions?"

"No, Sir."

Beto laughed and said, "See you tomorrow."

I followed Beto's instructions and was locked into the chastity so I couldn't masturbate or have an erection for almost two days. Saturday morning at about eleven after stopping at Beto's, I went to Tommy's house and knocked. He answered the door and waved me in. "Come on up to my room. My mom will be gone all day so we have the house to ourselves."

I said, "Okay. Should I take my shoes off here by the door like we do at Beto's?"

"Nah. You don't have to. Mom's not that fussy."

I followed him to his room and when we went in, he locked the door behind us. The room was huge. Tommy had a desk and computer with a reclining lounge chair in front of a big screen TV and a set of bunk beds constructed of heavy oak.

"This is a really great room, Tommy. I wish mine was this big."

"Yeah, it's nice. Mom wants me to have friends over, but I don't really have any except you and Beto. Everyone says I'm too small and I don't play sports."

"I don't see what that has to do with having friends."

"It seems to be important for most guys in junior high." He sat in the recliner and leaned back. "Why are you doing this?"

"Doing what?"

"You know. Letting Beto make you come over here and do what I want."

"It's hard to explain, but I hope that if I do, Beto and I will be friends again the way we were a few weeks ago. Also, I'm doing it because you want me to. You're my friend, too, you know."

"So friends get to order each other around?"

"Sometimes."

"Why?"

I didn't know what or how much to tell Tommy. There was no way I could tell him about Sam's, but I decided to tell him about Beto being upset with me.

"Look, it's complicated. I didn't tell Beto the truth about something important and he doesn't trust me anymore. He says that if I do what he wants for awhile, I can prove that he can and we'll go back to the way we were."

"I don't understand. What's that go to do with anything."

"Think about it, Tommy. Beto and I tie each other up while were naked and then have sex. If we're going to do that, we have to trust each other. Once I'm tied up and helpless, Beto can do anything he wants to me. Or the other way around. Also we have to trust each other that we aren't going to tell anyone about what we're doing. What do you think would happen if it got around school that we were having sex?"

"Okay, I see your point. Why are you doing it for me?"

"Because I want you to trust me, too and then Beto will again. I want things back the way they were so I'll do what you order me to do. All last week, it was obvious that you like doing it and so do I. I want to keep on and you probably do, too."

Even as I said that, I hoped that I hadn't gotten in too far. But then Tommy wasn't Beto so he couldn't have too much in mind other than what we'd done before.

"All right. Let's see you follow orders. Take your clothes off and put them on the desk."

"Yes, Sir." One item at a time, I pulled my clothes off, folded them and stacked them on his desk next to his computer.

"Now stand in the middle of the room and put your hands behind your head."

When I did, he got out of the recliner and walked in circles around me. "You know I never got a chance to get a really look at you and I like it. I wish my body looked like yours or Beto's."

I said, "There's nothing wrong with your body. I think it looks okay. You haven't started puberty yet and when you do, it'll change real fast."

"I hope so." He went to his desk, pulled a small object out of a drawer and tossed it to me. I caught it in one hand and saw it was a condom. "This is one of yours that Beto gave me yesterday. Put it on."

"Yes, Sir."

The only way I knew to get a condom on was to roll it down over my erection and I didn't have one. So leaving one hand behind my head, I began to masturbate. Tommy watched me closely, moving from one side to the other to better see what I was doing. When I was erect enough, but not completely hard, I opened the package and rolled the condom onto my penis. I didn't really like using condoms because they reduced my sensitivity and I hadn't had very satisfying orgasms all week, but I still liked how the rubber felt going down my penis. I put my hands behind my head again and waited.

"Move around in front of me." When I did, he said, "Now, take my clothes off."

"Yes, Sir."

I undressed him, folded his clothes and set them next to mine.

He stood naked about two feet [60 cm] away from me so I could see that his short 2-inch [5 cm] penis hadn't started to get erect. "So you'll take my orders. Is that right?"

"Yes, Sir."

"You'll do anything I say?"

"Yes, Sir." I was beginning to worry. Why was he repeating that question? What did he have in mind for me to do? It sounded like something I wouldn't like and I began to wonder how much advice he'd gotten from Beto.

"Even if you don't want to?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Fine. Remember that." He dropped to his knees beside the bunk bed and reached under to take out a cardboard box. When he did, I saw the end of one of Beto's black rectal dilators protruding from between his cheeks. I couldn't tell which one it was, but it looked pretty big. How long had he been wearing it?

He stood, set the box on the lower bunk and pulled out some lengths of cotton rope. Almost automatically, I held out my wrists so he could tie me.

Shaking his head, he put the ropes in to my hands. "The ropes are for me. Tie one to each wrist and ankle.

I did and wrapped the rope around each one at least four times. When I was done, he walked to the bunk beds, stood facing the end and spread his legs and arms out to the four corners top and bottom.

"Tie me to the bed and make sure I can't get loose."

After securing him so he looked as if he was tied to the St. Andrew's cross at Sam's, he struggled and fought to be sure he was well tied and couldn't pull free. "Okay, good. Here what you're going to do. In the box there's a gag I made. I want you to put that in my mouth and tie it tight. Then take out the butt plug I've got in and put in the two-inch [5 cm] one. It's in the box."

"The big one. Are you sure?"

"Don't ask questions."

"Yes, Sir."

"Beto gave me the set and told me how to use it. I've been putting larger and larger plugs in all morning, but I couldn't get that one in. It hurt too much and I couldn't make myself push it hard enough so you'll do it for me. It'll probably be easier since I've had the inch and three-quarter [4½ cm] plug in for more than two hours. After that, I want you to spank me. Hard. And keep spanking as long as I nod my head. Quit when I shake it. Got that?"

"Yes, Sir. But…"

Tommy yelled, "Stop that! Do it!"

"Yes, Sir."

I found the gag in the box. It was a red bandana with a small plastic ball rolled up in the middle and held there with nylon cords tied around the cotton fabric on either side of the ball. I put it over Tommy's head and he opened his mouth so the ball went in when I tied the ends behind his head. Next, I took several paper towels from a roll I found in the box and used them to grasp the end of the plug so I could pull it out. Tommy gasped when the large head came through his resisting sphincter.

I cleaned it off and put it back in the plastic case, then lifted out the massive two-inch [5 cm] plug. There was no way this thing was going to fit into him, but that's what he wanted, so I'd at least try. Opening a jar of Vaseline I found in the box, I put a huge glop on the end of the plug, dropped to one knee behind Tommy and pulled one of his soft cheeks to the side. I was surprised because his anus gaped open, although it was constricting as I watched. Before it closed, I set the end of the plug in the middle and began to force it in.

As Tommy's anus opened to take the huge intruder, he moaned and involuntarily rolled his hips around. When I looked up at him, he was nodding, so I kept going. At first, it was easy, but when I got to the the point where the plug was widest, I almost quit because the resistance was so great. Tommy screamed something that sounded like "GO" through the gag, so I gave it one final shove and it went in all the while he screamed into the gag.

When I got to my feet, Tommy hung from the ropes holding his wrists to the end of the top bunk bed. He was crying and tears ran down his face into the cloth of the gag. After a few seconds, he nodded his head.

I didn't want to spank him, but he'd obviously planned this out in advance and knew what he wanted-or at least he thought he did. I was going to watch him closely and I'd quit as soon as he'd had enough. Taking a deep breath, I stood to the side and began slapping his bare butt with my right hand. Tommy nodded after every spank so I kept going, spreading the abuse over both cheeks from the top of his thighs to his lower back. He kept nodding and I spanked on and on, switching hands when one got sore. If my hands were sore, I couldn't imagine how his bare butt must feel. First it turned pink, then red and finally a dark angry-looking crimson. I kept going and hoped that I wasn't bruising him.

Tommy had bit down on the gag and stayed silent through almost the entire spanking, which really surprised me because he made so much noise whenever he had sex. He finally broke down and began sobbing and screaming into the gag. Then he shook his head for me to stop.

I did and untied the gag. When I did, he cried louder and howled between sobs. I took the dry ends of the cloth and wiped his face. Since he didn't tell me what to do next, I stood next to him and dried his tears until he quit.

He said, "Untie my wrists."

When I freed them from the bed, he leaned back and put his head and shoulders through the space between the top and bottom bunks. He leaned over and extended his arms.

"Retie my wrists to the sides of the bed."

When I'd finished, he pulled on the ropes to be sure he couldn't get free. "All right, here's your next set of orders. In the box is a piece of a fishing pole. Take that out and use it on my legs until I tell you quit and do something else."

I dug around in the box and found the rod. It was about the size of my little finger in diameter and flexible. Although I was sure what he meant when he told me to use it on his legs, I asked him anyway, hoping I was wrong. "What do you want me to do?"

"What do you think? Hit me!"

"But…"

"Do it! On the legs. I'll tell you when stop."

Reluctantly, I raised the rod and hit his legs. It whistled though the air and smacked on his bare skin making him yelp. I paused, hoping that one would be enough. No luck.

Tommy looked back over his shoulder and yelled, "Keep going! I didn't say to stop."

So I did, trying to spread the welts evenly up and down his legs and not break the skin by hitting him more than once in the same place. His yelps changed to howls and then to screams as I hit him again and again.

Finally, he screamed, "Stop!"

I dropped the rod and picked up the bandana to wipe Tommy's face. By that time, I was crying, too. Hurting Tommy had made me almost sick to my stomach. The spanking wasn't bad, because all I could see were his red cheeks and lots of people got spanked. Hitting him with the fishing rod was different because I was inflicting pain as well as damaging his skin. Thinking about how much Mistress Olga enjoyed beating Jordan, made my stomach churn. How could some like doing that? As soon as I had that thought, I had to ask why myself; why Tommy would want someone to do it to him. Something was wrong with both situations.

As Tommy settled down and I wiped his face, he said, "Now take the plug out and fuck me."

"What?"

"You heard me. Fuck me. That's an order."

I almost gave up right there, but Tommy had a plan and that part didn't look like it would hurt him. I'd never done it, but I'd seen guys on porn sites having anal intercourse. It just looked like all I had to do was put my penis in his rectum instead of the plug.

Grabbing more paper towels, I pulled out the plug. Except for the largest part on the end, it came out without too much trouble. Because he was bent over the bed, his anus was completely exposed and I could see that the sphincter stayed open even after the plug was out. I wiped the plug off and put it in the case and moved behind Tommy.

He said, "Come on. Do it!"

"Yes, Sir. I have to get an erection."

"Hurry up."

"Yes, Sir."

I began to stroke my penis and in a surprisingly short time I had an erection and the condom was stretched tight again. Holding my penis with one hand, I stepped forward and guided it between his cheeks. I pressed the head against his sphincter and it slid right in. The thrill of watching my penis disappear into his body was almost overwhelming. Although I like looking at men do it in pictures on web pages and it looked like fun, I never thought I'd ever get a chance to try it. Slowly at first, I moved my hips in and out and felt his sphincter close down on the shaft. I hooked my hands over the bones at the front of his hips for better control and increased my speed. The faster I went, the better it felt. Eventually, the font of my belly was smacking his butt with a loud slap every time I drove it in.

Dimly, in my mind, I knew I was hurting Tommy each time I slapped his butt, but I didn't care. All I cared about was the pleasure I was getting. I had greatest orgasm I'd had in weeks and actually screamed the way Tommy had done and collapsed leaning on his bare back while I caught my breath.

My erection went down and I pulled out of Tommy, leaving the condom behind. I took some paper towels and pulled it out, then wiped the Vaseline that had accumulated on my skin around my genitals.

Tommy said, "You can untie me now."

I did and helped him to his feet. I started to say something, but he cut me off.

"Call Beto right now. He's expecting it. Use these exact words: 'I followed orders and I'll be at your house in a half hour'."

"Yes, Sir." When I did, I asked, "Is there anything else you want me to do?"

"No. That's what I wanted."

"But, why did you want me to do that to you."

"You can get dressed and leave now."

"Can I do some first aid or something?"

"No. Get dressed and get out. Beto's waiting for you."

"Yes, Sir."

Chapter Twenty-Six

Beto was watching for me, because when I knocked on the door, he pulled it open instantly. I went in and followed him to his room where he sat in his desk chair.

"Well? What did Tommy have you do?"

For ten minutes, I told him in detail what Tommy had made me do to him. Beto didn't interrupt, not even to ask a question.

When I finished, he shook his head and said, "That's amazing. I didn't think he'd go through with it."

Frowning, I said, "What do you mean by that? You knew what he was going to do?"

"Yeah. He told me Friday before he went home. He even asked me for advice on how to do it."

I was angry. "You knew and didn't tell me?"

"Yeah. What of it? You're following orders, remember?"

"What of it? He made me hurt him. I didn't want to, but I had to follow orders because I wanted to prove to you that I could be trusted after not telling you everything I knew. Then you go and do this to me. You didn't tell me and what I had to do was a lot worse than what happened to you." I jabbed a finger at him and yelled, "Why should I ever trust you again?"

Beto sat there with his mouth hanging open in surprise. I guess he didn't think of that when he agreed to let Tommy make me torture him.

"I thought he was just joking around and just wanted you to tie him up and have sex."

"He – no not him – you made me do a lot more than that. You don't see it, do you? I like Tommy and didn't want to hurt him, but at the same time, I wanted us to get along the way we were before. So I did what Tommy told me to do even though I didn't want to. You should see the marks I put on him. Bruises on his butt and whip marks on his legs. What's he going to tell everyone when he has to take his clothes off in P.E. on Monday? Blame me for it I suppose."

"No. He told me he and his mom were going to visit is aunt for a week. They'll probably be gone by next week."

"Great. Then when he gets home, you'll make me do it to him again. Want to watch to be sure I hurt him enough?"

I got up and stormed out. How could he do that to me? The rest of the day, I moped around, brooding about what had happened.

Sunday morning, I got an email from Beto

David,

I'm sorry about yesterday. After giving Tommy a shower all those times with you, I thought that's all he wanted. I never would have told you to do it if I knew either you or Tommy would be hurt. I don't want to hurt anyone and I don't want you to hurt anyone. Can we trust each other again?"

Your friend, Beto.

I read his message several times and didn't reply. On Monday at school, I talked to him when he asked me questions, but that was all. He asked me to come to his house after school, but I said I was busy.

No matter how I looked at it, there was something wrong with the whole thing. I thought I could probably make up with Beto when I got over being mad, but I couldn't get Tommy out of my mind. Not only did he want me to hurt him; he liked it, in spite of screaming from the pain. Beto and I had spanked each other, but that was nothing compared to what Tommy had me do. That was torture the same as Mistress Olga had beaten Jordan and I didn't like it. Why did he want to be hurt like that? Since I didn't understand why he'd want that done to him, it made me afraid. Would I find myself in a situation like that?

I got an email from Jordan on Wednesday.

David and Beto:

Your physical exam will on Sunday. I'll pick you up at 10 o'clock at David's house and we'll go to Sam's where we will get ready. We will be transported to the clinic from there.

You will not eat anything after nine o'clock on Saturday. Shower well, wash your hair, brush your teeth, use mouth wash, clip and clean your nails and shave that morning. Also, be prepared to give a urine sample and a stool sample as soon as you arrive at the clinic. The urine sample is usually not a problem, but you'd better think ahead about how you'll give them a stool sample. If you can't, they'll take one anyway and you won't like how it's done.

Your best friend.

I read the email several times and it sounded like Jordan was going to get a physical, too. For some reason, this seemed like a big deal and I couldn't figure out why. All the physicals I'd had for school and sports were no big deal. I didn't even have to take my clothes off. There was only one way to find and it didn't look like I had a choice in the matter. At least the next Monday would be a holiday and I'd have a day to recover. I read the email again and I understood everything I had to do except the 'stool sample'. What was that? Even though I was still mad at Beto, I called him for an explanation, since his mother was a nurse.

When I asked, he said, "A stool sample is when you take a dump. They send it to the lab and test it for things."

"So when we get there, we'll have to take a crap into something?"

"Right. I usually have to go first thing in the morning, but I can put it off for a few hours and until I get there. You might want to try that."

"All right. I see what I can do."

Before I hung up, he said, "Uh… Look David, like I said in my email, I'm sorry. I trust you and I want you to trust me. I want to go back to the way we were before… you know, everything."

I waited a long time, thinking about what to tell him.

"David? You there?"

"Yeah, I am. I'll have to think about it some more. I like Tommy. You made me hurt him bad and every time I hit him, it made me hurt, too. It wasn't fun or a game the way we do. Not only that, he wanted to be hurt. I don't know why, but he did."

He sighed. "I'm sorry. I didn't know he was that serious. I thought he just wanted you to make him uncomfortable the way Sam does to us."

"Well, he wanted a lot more than that. You knew it and didn't tell me. Talk to you later." I hung up.

For the next few days, I did as Beto suggested and got some control over when I had to go and felt more confident about doing it at the clinic when I had to. Jordan saying that they'd get a sample from me in a way I wouldn't like made me nervous. I couldn't imagine how that might be done and I didn't want to find out.

Beto came to my house at eight and we spent almost two hours getting ready, carefully following Jordan's instructions by washing, shaving and clipping. Beto tried to make conversation while we worked, but I only answered in monosyllables and he gave up to concentrate on helping me. His touch was gentle and I knew he was trying to show me that he wanted to make up. I was still thinking about it and wasn't over being mad. Right at 10, Jordan pulled up and we went to his car to sit in the back seat.

"You two ready?"

Beto and I said, "Yes, Sir."

"You'd better be. The doctors and nurses have a lot of physicals to do today and they don't want delays. You'll follow instructions or you'll regret it. Keep in mind that his is a medical clinic and they have all sorts of things they can do to you if you misbehave."

I swallowed hard and said, "Yes, Sir. We'll do our best."

Beto's face went pale and he said, "Yes, Sir."

Jordan parked at Sam's and led us into the back studio where three lockers stood open. We went to them and following Jordan's lead, Beto and I took our clothes off, and hung them inside. When we were naked, Jordan slammed the doors and put locks on all three.

I was surprised when I saw he wasn't wearing a chastity device, although he had the gold wire loops through his pierced nipples.

He pointed to a table with a lot of equipment stacked up on it. "Over there and I'll get you ready for transport."

Beto and I stood in front of the table while Jordan locked a set of ankle cuffs on each of us. Then he pulled disposable slippers made of paper and foam over our bare feet.

He pointed to a pair of camping mattress on the floor. "Lie down on your backs."

When we did, he picked up two plastic wrapped packages from the table and dropped to his knees between us. Opening the first package, he slapped me on the side of the butt. "Lift your hips off the floor."

I put my feet down and held my hips above the mattress. Jordan unfolded something made of white and pink material and put it under my hips.

He said, "All right put your hips down."

When I did, he pulled part of the material up between my legs and attached it to the side of the material under my hips with Velcro tabs. That was when I knew what it was – a disposable diaper. My face burned red with humiliation. Then he put one on Beto.

"Stand up," he said when he was done. We did and he adjusted them. "These are to prevent accidents on the way to the clinic."

Jordan turned us by the shoulders to stand in front of the table again. "David, you're first." He picked up a canvas jacket with leather straps and held it up. "Put your arms in the sleeves."

As soon as he picked it up, I recognized it – a straitjacket. I'd seen them for sale on the web and thought one would be fun to try, but they were way too expensive. Almost eagerly, I thrust my arms into the sleeves while Jordan lifted the open part over my shoulders and pulled it closed in the back.

He put the other, smaller one on Beto and began fastening straps. There were four down the back and two that he pulled up between our legs. Now I was glad to have the diaper on, because the padding that absorbed moisture kept the crotch straps from putting too much pressure on my genitals and being uncomfortable. Lastly, he had us cross our arms over our chests and cinched the straps on the ends of the long sleeves behind our back. The overall effect was electrifying. The pressure of the canvas on my upper body was wonderful and my arms were completely immobile, but not uncomfortable. I watched Beto roll his shoulders around inside his jacket and it looked to me as if he felt the same.

Jordan saw us squirming and said, "Hold still, I'm almost done."

He clipped a pair of handcuffs around a strap on each of our straitjackets and put a ball gag in our mouths. The ball had holes in it and he didn't pull it too tight, so I probably wouldn't drool.

As he finished Sam and Lee came in. Sam said, "Aren't you ready yet?"

Jordan said, "I'm finished with these two, but please, Ma'am, I need help."

She laughed. "Lee, do you want to get Jordan ready?"

Lee smiled and pointed. "Always. On the floor."

"Yes, Miss."

When he was on the mattress, Lee locked on ankle cuffs and pulled paper slippers over his feet, then she put a diaper on him and ordered him to his feet. She thrust him into a straitjacket and grinning widely, cinched the straps as tightly as she could. Then she hung a pair of handcuffs on his jacket and put a ball gag in his mouth.

Sam inspected Lee's work then went to the door that lead to the garage behind the curtains and pulled it open. Richard stood outside next to his van. She said, "I see you're on time. We won't have to repeat the reminder you had the last time you were late."

"No, Ma'am."

"Excellent. Load these three and hurry up. I want to leave."

He bowed and said, "Yes, Ma'am."

One at a time, Richard took us out to the van and strapped us into the chairs in back. There were five chairs instead of two as there was last time and I wondered who they were for.

In a few minutes, Lee and Sam got in and sat the other chairs. Richard got them drinks from the bar and went through the door to the driver's compartment. In less than a minute, the van was in motion headed for the clinic.

The drive went on for a long time with a lot of turns and stops. As time went by, I felt a growing pressure in my abdomen as the urge to go to the bathroom increased. When we stopped and Richard came into the back, I was relieved, hoping that I could give my stool sample as soon as possible. Now I understood why we had to wear diapers and I was determined that using mine wouldn't be necessary.

Sam and Lee got out first while Richard unstrapped us from the chairs. When we were on our feet in the van, he put a blindfold on each of us.

"Keep your eyes closed behind the blindfold. You don't want to see anything – even by accident – until someone takes it off. Understand what I'm saying."

I nodded and assumed that everyone else did, too. He helped us out and I felt hands on my jacket as someone led me. Although I couldn't see, I could still tell what was going on around me. We went into an air-conditioned building and down a hall with smooth floors where we got on an elevator. The elevator went up several floors and we got out onto carpeting where we were led to another room. Then I heard a door close.

The jacket was unstrapped and taken off first. I shivered a little when my bare torso was exposed. Why are doctors' offices so cold? My wrists were pulled forward and the handcuffs locked on, then the slippers and diaper were taken off so I was naked. I waited a few minutes listening to the sounds of someone else being taken out of the straitjacket and handcuffs locked on. Finally, the blindfold was removed.

I looked around and rubbed my eyes with my shackled hands. Beto and I were in an exam room that looked like any other exam room in a clinic although it was larger than usual. A nurse stood in front of us, a scowl on her face. Without thinking, I dropped my hands to cover my genitals. Beto did the same.

She didn't say anything about our modestly and looked at two folders of paperwork and said, "This is your first physical so I'll explain things – once. This is the intake phase of your exam where I'll get you ready for the other tests you'll have today. You are about to get the most complete physical you've ever had and your cooperation is required. If not, you will be punished. Do you understand?"

Beto and I nodded and I wondered if he felt as afraid as I did. What exactly what were they going to do to us that would be so different than physicals I'd had before?

"My name is Nurse Drucker. You will address all the doctors and nurses by their titles." She handed us each a quart sized [~1 liter] plastic bottle. "You will urinate into this bottle. Now."

We took the bottles, snapped open the cap and put our penises in the opening. The reduction of the pressure in my bladder was a huge relief and I embarrassed myself by farting even though I tried not to.

Nurse Drucker ignored my flatulence, took the bottles and wrote numbers on each. She pointed at me. "Your number is 35-04 and your friend here is number 35-05. You will answer to those numbers from here on out. Here, as males, you have no names. Only numbers."

Another nurse came in with two bedpans, which she set on a bench. She picked up the two bottles and left with them.

Nurse Drucker pointed at the bedpans. "Now, give a stool sample." She looked at her watch and said, "You have ten minutes… from now."

Beto and I hobbled to the bench and sat on a bedpan. I had hoped for privacy for this part, but I should have known better. After my experiences with Sam, I expected everything about this physical would be designed to humiliate us as much as possible. I resigned myself to the process since I couldn't do anything to change it. At the same time, I wondered where Sam and Lee went.

When we were seated, she handed us each another plastic bottle. "Put your penis in the bottle to catch any urine. I don't want anything contaminating the sample. Hurry up. You have nine minutes left."

I heard Beto grunt and when I looked, I saw him flex his abdominal muscles to force a bowel movement. That seemed like a good idea so I began to strain as well. In a short time, we were both rewarded. The foul odor filled the room, but Nurse Drucker didn't act as if she noticed. I suppose nurses get used to that sort of thing. She motioned for us to stand up and when we did, she put a sheet of plastic wrap over the bedpan and wrote our numbers on it with a marker. The other nurse who had come in a few minutes earlier carried the bedpans away.

Our hands were cuffed in front of us so we couldn't clean off and Nurse Drucker didn't mention it when took us by the elbow and led us to a scale. She measured and recorded our height and wrote it on the sheets on the clipboard. When the other nurse walked back in, Nurse Drucker gave her our weights and she left.

As she got our blood pressure, pulse, temperature and took the gag out long enough so that we could each spit into a cup. She put the lid on the cups, she said, "You will have X-rays taken soon. These will include an abdominal series. So we can see clearly, your large intestine must be empty of fecal material."

From a drawer, she pulled out a familiar rubber bag, hose and nozzle. "Your mistress tells me you have some experience with enemas. This should not be hard."

The door open and the other nurse came in rolling what looked like a toilet seat on a metal frame with wheels and a large plastic bucket under the seat. She also had a tray with two syringes on it.

Nurse Drucker said, "Very good. Give them the injection."

She nodded and said, "Put your hands over your heads and keep them there."

We did, and I felt my face flush. With my hands down, I could at least partially cover myself. This way, my entire body was exposed for them to look at.

The nurse swabbed a spot on my thigh with an alcohol pad and gave me an injection there. She did the same with Beto, then left.

Nurse Drucker said, "Put your hands down. As I was saying, your large intestine must be empty. I will give you a series of enemas, which will get steadily larger until the return water runs clear. 35-04, you'll be first." She pointed to an exam table. "Lie on the table with your legs up and spread."

When I was in position, she pressed the nozzle in and turned on the flow. "This will only be a quart [~1 liter]. The next one will be larger."

I took the water without any trouble and when she pulled out the nozzle, she told me to get to my feet and sit on the toilet seat on wheels. As I emptied out, she gave Beto his enema. When she was done, she had me return to the table while Beto sat on the toilet. It took four enemas, the last one was three quarts [2.8 liter] with soap in it. I'd never used soap before and by the time the full three quarts were in, the urge to go was so strong I almost had an accident. At least it was clear and Nurse Drucker said we could stop.

What was strange was that on the third enema, I started to get an erection. I usually got them when I had an enema, but this one didn't feel quite the same. I tried to ignore it and think of other things so it would go down and I wouldn't be embarrassed in front of the nurse. No matter what I did, it kept getting larger and harder until I had a full erection. When I looked, Beto had one, too.

She put on rubber gloves and said, "Bend over." When we did, she cleaned us off and tossed the paper in the toilet bucket.

Standing us side by side facing her, she said, "Hold your arms out straight." We did and she unlocked one handcuff. "Turn around and put your hands behind your back."

We did and she locked our wrists together again. She turned us around and inspected our bodies. I felt my face get hot from embarrassment as she concentrated on the state of our erections. First, she stroked mine and then Beto's, testing to see how stiff they were.

"Very good. You respond well. We'll now proceed with the rest of your physical. You will cooperate and do exactly as you are told."

Beto and I nodded and mumbled, "Yes, Nurse Drucker." Through our gags.

"Remember that. Otherwise it will be a long day for you."

She pulled a drawer open and took out two metal collars with a chain connecting them. Putting one around my neck, she locked it and then did the same to Beto. "Follow me."

She held the chain to our collars and pulled us toward the door. Locking our hands behind our backs changed our posture, making our hips roll forward so our erections stood out more prominently. The nurse guided us to the door and pulled it open I hoped there wouldn't be too many people in the hallway to see us. Was I wrong!

The clinic was large with exam rooms up and down a long hallway with several side hallways. It was jammed with nurses dressed in uniforms of all different colors and each nurse was leading a naked man from room to room. I'd never been so surprised in my life and stared at the scene.

Each man was chained and gagged and ranged from college age to older than my dad. They were all in good shape and were completely shaved – not a bit of body or pubic hair left anywhere – and they had loops of gold wire dangling from each of their pierced nipples. As far as I could see, Beto and I were the only ones who didn't have the loops.

--- What was most surprising was every man had an erection! Now I knew what that injection was for. It must have been one of those drugs like Viagra. I'd see three erect penises up close and pictures of a lot more on the web, but never so many at one time and I stared, fascinated with the differences. I mean, a penis is a penis after all and the penises Beto and the boys in my school had were more alike than different except for some were circumcises and some weren't. Now I know that if I've seen one erection, I definitely haven't seen them all. Most of them about the same size, but the colors, shape of the head and how they curved and stood away from a man's body made each one unique.

Our nurse yanked on the chain she was leading us to move us down the hall. It was a slow trip because every few yards, a nurse stopped us to make a comment about us being Sam's boys, how lucky she was. They also said how nice looking we were, which I sort of liked, but when they said it, they all had to cup and squeeze our scrotums with one hand while they talked. A few even stroked our penises. They jabbered on about us while Beto and I became more humiliated. I felt as if we were being herded around like cattle at a vet's office.

Finally, near the end of the hall we walked to an exam room with a sign on the door that read Urology/Proctology. I didn't know what either of those words meant, but, as the door was pulled open, I hoped whatever they were going to do to me didn't hurt too much.

Chapter Twenty-Seven

When we went in a tall red-haired doctor turned toward us and said, "These must be Sam's new boys. I heard she had more and I always wonder how she finds them." She pointed to an examination table and said to the nurse. "Line them up so I can get started."

The nurse pushed us toward the table until our hips and erections were pressed uncomfortably against the edge. Then she pressed our shoulders forward until our chests rested on the paper covered surface and said, "Spread your feet."

After we had done that, the doctor held up a piece of shining stainless steel equipment that looked like a tube with a handle on the end. "Since this is your first time, I'll explain what I'm going to do. In the future, you'll get into position without being told because I won't be willing to spend much time with you then. Understand?"

Beto and I nodded and mumbled as best we could, "Yes, Doctor."

She tapped her fingernail on the metal device. "This is an anal speculum. It's used to open your sphincter muscle so I can examine your rectum. I'll slide it in while it's closed and then open it."

She squeezed the handle and the tube separated into three sections opening to more than two inches [5 cm] wide. My eyes went wide and I shivered with fear. If she opened it that much, inside of me, it would be extremely painful.

Seeing our expressions, she said, "Don't worry. It won't be necessary to open you that wide – at least not on this exam. I'll start small and in a few minutes, your muscle will relax so I can open it enough to get a good look inside. It's uncomfortable, but won't hurt unless you're uncooperative."

Laying it on the table, she pulled on a pair of gloves, picked up the speculum and squeezed a large amount of clear jelly on it, She went around behind me and when the nurse pulled my cheeks apart, I felt the cold end of the stainless steel prod my sphincter.

The doctor firmly pushed it in and it didn't feel too bad other than it was cold. When she spread the prongs, it quickly became uncomfortable and then painful. I shuffled my feet because I felt as if I was being torn in half. Seeing my reaction, she stopped and picked up the other speculum.

After applying another thick layer of clear lubrication, the nurse pulled Beto's cheeks apart, and the doctor pushed it into Beto. When he yelped and began to dance, the nurse slapped the side of his butt, leaving the outline of her hand in red on his smooth skin.

"Stand still."

The doctor laughed. "This one's really tight. I'll have to tell Sam to get him loosen him up before his next physical."

With the nurse holding Beto against the table, the doctor worked the tube in and opened the speculum, stretching Beto's sphincter. He screamed each time she squeezed the handle and she stopped to look closely between his cheeks.

"No tears. It's a good start, but not enough yet." She reached behind me squeezed the handle again until I started to dance in place from the pain. When she did the same with Beto, he yelled into the gag and got another slap on the butt.

The nurse pulled on our collar chain to make us to stand again. Then she walked us over next to a table with a variety of equipment on it. Beto and I walked with our legs spread wide trying to ease the pressure coming from our sphincters. I could feel air cool room air moving in and out of my rectum, which was an odd sensation.

The doctor said, "You can give a semen sample while I wait for your muscle to relax more." She picked up a small metal box, opened the lid and sorted through the contents. "Let's see, since this is your first physical, these should do."

She took out two small familiar packages and handed them to the nurse. "Don't you think cherry-flavored condoms are appropriate?"

Laughing, the nurse took them and said, "Perfect." She pointed at Beto. "Him first?"

The doctor nodded and the nurse took a condom from the package and unrolled it down Beto's erection. Unlike the condoms I had, which were translucent, this one was bright red in color and glistened with lubrication.

The doctor loosened my gag, took it out of my mouth and let it hang around my neck. Then she took me by the shoulders so I stood facing Beto with the neck chain hanging between us.

Pressing on the top of my shoulders, she said, "Get to work and get a good sample out of him. Not unless you want me to open the speculum more – maybe a lot more."

Since I had no choice, I dropped to my knees on the carpeted floor in front of Beto and took the bright red condom into my mouth. Clamping my lips around the shaft, I ran his penis in and out of my mouth while I worked my tongue around the sensitive head which I knew Beto liked.

The condom really did taste like cherry, although I could taste latex rubber in the background. Every so often, one of the women would make a comment about how I was doing and then laugh. Being watched by two strange women while I performed oral sex on Beto was humiliating, but at least it didn't hurt so I tried to ignore them and concentrate on the job.

When Beto had his orgasm, I leaned back to let his penis drop out of my mouth and the nurse pulled me to my feet. The doctor used a small pair of scissors, clipped the nipple end of the condom and squeezed Beto's semen into a small glass dish with his number written on it.

The doctor held up a cup of water for me to drink, which I did gratefully and then put the gag back in my mouth. She reached down and squeezed the handle of the speculum forcing my sphincter open wider until I started to moan. She did the same for Beto making him yell again.

She said, "They're getting wider, but they have a ways to go. Do the other one next."

The nurse nodded and took the other condom from the package and unrolled on my erection. Taking the gag out of Beto's mouth, she put him in position and he sucked my penis into his mouth. I thought about things that turned me on so I could have my orgasm as quickly as possible.

In spite of that, the condom reduced my sensitivity so much that Beto had to work a long time before I finally had my orgasm. The nurse pulled Beto to his feet, clipped the end of my condom and squeezed my semen into another glass dish. I looked down to watch her work, surprised that I didn't lose my erection as I usually did after I climaxed. The drug must be still working and I wondered how long my penis would stay up.

The nurse pulled Beto to his feet and then opened the speculum in each of us farther. This time, Beto only grunted through his gag.

The doctor pulled a stool from under a desk and sat down on it. "Bring them over here so I can exam their testicles."

When the nurse stood us in front of the doctor, she rolled each of my testicles around in the scrotum like they were marbles in a bag. It didn't hurt, but the pulling and squeezing was uncomfortable. After she checked me for a hernia, the nurse opened the speculum more as the doctor examined Beto.

When she was done, the doctor turned us around examined us. "That should do it." She pointed at Beto. "I'll do him first."

"Shall I get him into the Sims position?"

"No, that's too much trouble. They're young and flexible enough that they can bend over while I do the exam. Just pull their arms up."

The nurse pushed us to the examination table again and while I stood to the side, she pulled his arms up forcing him to bend at the waist. The doctor gave the screw one more turn to open him up farther and began her exam. When she was done, she released the speculum and took it out making Beto sigh with relief.

Setting it to the side, the nurse moved Beto out of the way, put me in position and poked and prodded me. It was a strange sensation, feeling something foreign pressing on the walls of my rectum. It was uncomfortable, but at the same time, it sent little jolts of pleasure into my erection. She finally finished, released the speculum, took it out and after she put more lube on one gloved finger began to probe my prostate gland. On one particularly hard stab, I jumped and she slapped my bare butt with her free hand.

"Hold still. I'm almost done."

While I nodded and mumbled through the gag, I heard the door open and turned my head in that direction hoping for a distraction from the discomfort in my rectum.

Another nurse led two men into the room who were chained together at the neck they way Beto and I were. One was African-American and his skin was so black that under the room lights, it seemed to be purple in places when he moved. The other man was the complete opposite and must have been albino because he had white hair and skin so light that it had a pink tint. The contrast of their skin color was startling. They were both erect, of course, and the albino man's circumcised penis was about eight inches [20 cm] long while the black man's uncircumcised penis was shorter, but much thicker.

The doctor looked up when they came in. "Ah, perfect timing. I'm almost finished with these two." Waving at the two nurses, she said, "Get them ready and we'll have some entertainment."

I didn't know what she meant, but I was confident that I wouldn't like it. Nevertheless, I held as still as I could while she probed with her finger. While she did, the nurse who led the men in bent the two men over the table and inserted a speculum into each. They went in easily and after the nurse opened them wide, they lined them up facing us.

The doctor removed her finger from my rectum and the nurse let my arms down so I could straighten up. After that, Beto and I were turned so we faced the two men. The doctor took two condoms from the box and gave them to the nurse.

When she took them, she laughed and said to the doctor, "You have a wicked sense of humor, you know."

The doctor smiled. "Don't I, though. Get them ready and I'll prepare the boys."

She moved behind us, took out our gags and let them hang around our necks. The nurse opened the condoms and unrolled a white one on the black man's penis and a black one on the albino's. I might have thought the contrast of the colors of the condoms and the skin of the men would have been humorous if I hadn't already figured out what Beto and I were going to have to do.

The doctor pushed Beto and I toward the men and said, "Now we're ready." She jabbed me in the middle of my back to get my attention. "35-04 you get the licorice-flavor and 35-05 you get vanilla. Do I have to tell you which one is which?"

In unison, Beto and I said, "No, doctor."

"Good. On your knees and get started. I have a lot more subs to see today and doing two at a time will speed the process up."

Beto and I dropped to the carpeted floor and took the men's penises into our mouths. I'd never had a penis that large in my mouth before and would have enjoyed the sensation if I wasn't being forced to do it. When the men began to moan and roll their hips, the doctor interrupted us.

"Trade partners. It'll be a good experience for the boys to get some practice in doing their most important job.

The nurses laughed as they moved the men around so I had the black man in front of me. I wrapped my lips around the head with difficulty, stretching my lips wide to get it in. After that, I could only get about four inches [10 cm] of it in before my mouth was jammed full. The sensation of not being in control of the situation was almost overwhelming and if I didn't already have an erection, I would have had one then. In only a few minutes after they had switched places, they both had orgasms.

The nurse pulled us to our feet, gave us a cup of water and then put the gags back in. "That was fast, maybe we can get them to come in pairs more often, anyway that's all here, now we go to X-ray."

Our nurse walked us out of the examination room and into the hall to join the other naked, bound men being led around. As before, we were stopped every few yards while women made comments about us and fondled our genitals. Beto tried to step back from one particularly rough groping and was slapped hard across the face. After that, we submitted motionlessly, but our humiliation showed on our faces. One nurse patted us both on the belly, telling us although she thought our modesty was cute, but we'd that trained out of us fairly quickly. I wasn't sure what she meant, but Sam and Lee had said something similar before and I began to worry about what was in store for Beto and me.

We turned a corner and into a waiting area with a sign on the door that read 'X-Ray'. Our nurse pushed us up to a desk where another woman checked our numbers on two sheets of paper. "They're next. You'll have to wait a minute, though. They're just finishing Bear."

Both nurses laughed and ours said, "No kidding? I've missed seeing him the last few exams. How's it going?"

The woman at the desk said, "He gets better every time I see him. Dr. O'Neil's work seems to be right on the mark."

The door next to the desk opened and the man that came out took me completely by surprise. He wasn't tall, but he was very muscular and looked like a body builder. It was hard to see is muscles, though because he was covered with thick black hair. He had a short beard and the rest of his body including his back and all the way to his toes was covered with hair that wasn't quite thick enough to be called fur, but it was vastly thicker than the usual body hair men had. It was thickest on his chest, thinned out across his abdomen and got extremely dense around his genitals and the top of his thighs. What really amazed me was the size of his erect penis – it was a foot [30 cm] long, maybe more and at least three times a thick as mine with a large swollen purple colored head that was bigger still. It was so heavy, that it didn't stand up from his body the way mine did and hung down at about a forty-five degree angle in front of him.

His testicles dangled below his penis like a pair of small potatoes hung in a skin bag, although it was hard to see clearly because of the dense hair covering them. I'd read about guys with giant-sized penises in porn stories on the web, but I just assumed that the writer was exaggerating so I didn't think they were real because I'd never seen pictures of any that size in porn sites.

I wanted to have a big penis when I grew up and from listening to other boys in the locker room, they did too, but with a penis that size, how he could have sex. Was it too big? At the same time, I wondered about how much semen he could produce. It must be a huge amount.

He wasn't gagged and instead of being handcuffed, he was shackled with shining chrome chains attached to a neck collar that ran to shackles on his wrists in front of him and then down to ankle shackles. When he walked by, he looked at Beto and me, smiled and winked. I don't know what he meant, but for some reason I felt better and a little of my fear about what would happen to me the rest of the day went away.

We were taken in to the x-ray room and one at a time the nurses took off our chains and handcuffs to take x-rays of our chests, bellies and legs from different angles. I couldn't imagine what they were for, but since it didn't hurt, I moved into position as quickly as I could.

After that we were chained and gagged again and our nurse led us to another waiting area outside a room with a sign over the door that read 'lab' where we saw a boy lying on his side passed out in the middle of the floor. Our nurse said, "Don't worry about him. He always faints when he has to give blood. When we're done with you two, we'll wake him up and the three of you will finish your exams together."

The boy was several years older than we were and had shoulder length blonde hair that had been braided into long strings that fell over his face. He was much taller than we were and his legs and arms were thin. He was erect, of course, and I thought his penis was unusual because the head was much smaller than the shaft instead of begin larger like mine and Beto's . I'd never seen that before, but the overall shape gave it tapered appearance that looked like it would make having sex easier. His gag had been removed his chest was slowly rising and falling and he seemed to be resting comfortably on the carpeted floor.

Our nurse unlocked our handcuffs and pointed at two chairs with wide, flat arms. We sat down and she pulled leather straps over our arms and around our waist, pulling them uncomfortably tight. Another nurse came out and took three vials of blood from each of us the usual way by putting a needle in the crook of our arms above the elbow. I thought we were done, but instead, she left and came back with a plastic basket holding two syringes and other equipment.

She wiped each of my nipples with an alcohol pad and said, "This won't hurt, but you'll feel a little pinch." She took a syringe and injected some clear fluid under each nipple by poking the needled in at the edge, then did the same to Beto.

In less than a minute, my nipples began to feel numb like when I get Novocain at a dentist. She came back with another box of things, set them down and said, "This is for your ID photos and they're only temporary since Sam has said she doesn't want you permanently pierced yet."

Pierced? She was going to pierce my nipples and hang the gold wire through them! I struggled a little and mumbled through my gag. The nurse slapped me twice. "Hold still. I told you this is only temporary and they'll heal in a few days. You shouldn't feel any pain, but if you keep fighting, it will hurt. Understand?"

I nodded and when I did, she slapped Beto twice even though he wasn't moving and repeated herself. Beto nodded and leaned back into the chair, resigned to what she was going to do to him.

The nurse nodded. "That's better. This will only take a minute and then you can go get your picture taken."

She was right, each piercing took less than a minute and there was no pain other than a funny pulling sensation. When I looked down, there was a loop of gold wire dangling from each nipple. Beads strung on the left wire had my number and the beads on the right wire had some letters that must have been in code because I couldn't figure out what they meant. I watched her pierce Beto's nipples next and wipe up a few drops of blood when she was done. Now we looked like all the other men being examined. When I looked down, I still had an erection; all the blood samples and needles hadn't affected it at all and I wondered if it would ever go down.

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Two nurses came out and waved something under the nose of the boy on the floor. His eyes snapped open and he tried to move his head away from the smell while he feebly batted at it with one hand. When he rolled onto his back and tried to sit up, they pulled him to his feet and held him until he was steady.

They pulled his arms behind his back and clamped handcuffs on. One nurse put the ball gag back into his mouth while another locked a steel collar around his neck and hooked the end of the chain from the collar to a loop on mine so we three were chained together.

A nurse sneered at the boy and then said, "This is 10-73, a real man's man. He passes out at the sight of blood and needles. Someone needs to take him in hand and train that out of him, but that's not my problem." She slapped the boy across the face. "You've held us up for too long already. Are you ready to cooperate?"

He nodded his head and she said, "Remember that, then." She grasped him above the elbow and led us single file out of the lab. We marched down the hall, getting comments from other women passing until we stood outside a door with a sign saying it was a conference room.

When she pushed us in, I saw all the furniture had been stacked against one wall so there was room for a wooden platform surrounded by lights and several cameras. A familiar voice said, "That's all 127. You can step down now."

The photographer was Sam while Lee stood with her back to us working on something at a table. On the platform was a girl – a naked girl! She was about thirteen or fourteen with long dark hair pulled into a tight ponytail. She wasn't tall and had small breasts with large dark brown nipples. Ankle cuffs were locked on her legs and so she stepped down from the platform carefully. When she did, I could see her leg and abdominal muscles ripple and under her clear skin, she had a better six-pack than most of the boys in my P.E. class. She had a triangular-shaped tuft of black pubic hair that wasn't very thick and I could see the lips of her vagina. If I didn't have an erection before, I would have had one then. I'd seen pictures of naked girls on the web, but a picture and a real person standing in front of me were completely different and I couldn't stop staring. When I finally looked up at her face, I decided she would have been pretty except for the hard-edged scowl that seemed to be a permanent part of her features.

A nurse took her by the elbow and led her toward the door where we stood. Even though she was naked and chained, the nurse didn't put in a ball gag or handcuff her wrists behind her back the way they did with us. What was she doing here? It looked like she was getting a physical the same as us and she was naked, but the nurse treated her with a lot more respect. Another unanswered question.

Before they went out the door the girl, stopped and looked us over top to bottom. To the nurse she said, "They're really disgusting, aren't they? At least boys are better than old hairy men who look like apes."

The nurse said, "Now, be tolerant. They can't help the way they look. Just as nature made a woman's body perfectly shaped, she made men unattractive, especially in their condition."

She snorted. "I suppose, but I can't imagine one of those on top of me."

"No and you won't have to. As soon as we establish where you are in the orientation spectrum and what you can do within those limits, you'll get one of your own to train."

"I know, but when? It's been more than a year and I'm still waiting."

"I know, but you'll have a chance to demonstrate what you've learned and are willing to do soon enough. Then, if everyone approves, you'll get yours. We have to be sure you know what you're doing so you can handle them properly. This type of training is important and because of your unsure orientation the process takes longer than usual. You know this, so be patient."

"Yes, ma'am, but I'm tired of the constant preparation without being able to actually participate." She looked at us again and shuddered." Can we go? The sight of these… boys is making me sick."

The nurse held the door open and they left. As she went by us, we turned to watch her bare butt gyrate down the hall. Our nurse yanked on the chain between 10-73 and me, jarring my head. "Pay attention to what's going on in here. That's something you'll never have anyway."

She led us to stand next to the platform and Sam said, "Well, it's about time you got here. 10-73, you go first since you've done this before. 35-04 and 35-05, pay attention to because I don't have time to give you a lot of instructions. If I do, there'll be consequences. Understand?"

We all nodded our heads as the nurse unlocked 10-73's collar and handcuffs, then took the gag out. When she was finished, the boy stepped up on the platform and faced the camera with his feet as far apart as the ankle cuffs would allow. He stood straight, chin up with his hands and fingers straight and his arms held about six inches [15 cm] from his sides.

Sam adjusted the lights then took a picture. "Turn." When the boy turned 90 degrees she took another, had him turn again and then took one of him facing backward. "Bend and spread."

The boy bent from the waist, reached back and pulled his butt cheeks apart so his anus was exposed, then Sam took a picture of it. When he heard the camera, he stood up and turned 90 degrees again so Sam could take another picture. He turned to face the camera and Lee said, "Present."

The boy snapped his hands behind his head and stared forward. Lee stepped up on the platform with an oddly shaped plastic device and did something with it I couldn't see because she was between us and the boy. She took a camera from a pocket, snapped a picture of the numbers on nipple piercings then another pointed down toward his waist, stepped off the platform and put the plastic device on the table.

When Sam nodded, the boy stepped off the platform and walked back to stand next to me. Our nurse was talking to Sam for a moment and the boy leaned toward Beto and me and whispered, "Name's Connor." Then stood motionless waiting for the nurse as if he hadn't said anything.

The nurse came over, put the collar back on Connor and unlocked mine. When I stepped forward, she unlocked the handcuffs took out the gag and pointed at the platform. I got into position and Sam took the same pictures of me as she did with Connor. Lee ordered me to present and stepped up when I was in position.

She took a picture of the wire piercing on my nipple to get my number and then laid my erection on the plastic device, which I had now figured out was used for measuring my penis. It adjusted sideways to measure how thick it was and there was a movable slide to measure the length. It was uncomfortable, but Lee didn't take long to adjust it and take her picture then took it off.

She laughed, "Not much there to look at yet. I suppose you'll get more as you get older. At least you'd better hope that you do. Get down and back in line."

As I walked by Connor to take my place, I whispered, "David and Beto."

The nurse didn't say anything so she must not have heard and she pushed me back in line locking my collar on then and got Beto on the platform. Since he'd seen the process twice, he had no problems and was finished quickly.

The nurse locked us together again and led us down the hall and into a large empty reception area with dimmed lights. From there, we went into a different office suite to an ear, nose, and throat doctor who examined and gave us a hearing test.

From there, we went back into the reception area and into a dentist's office where all the dentists and technicians were women. Our nurse unlocked our collars and a technician led each of us to an examining room.

She unlocked my handcuffs and took out the ball gag. "Since this is your first time, all the doctor will do is take x-rays to see what work has to be done later. Sit in the chair and cooperate and you'll have no problems."

I sat down and she put straps over my wrists on the chair arms and another over my chest and ankles. When she reclined the chair back, my erection stood up like a stubby flagpole and I felt my face get hot and it probably turned red from humiliation at having that part of my body so prominently displayed for strange women.

The dentist came in, examined my teeth, took x-rays and left without talking to me. The technician set the chair up, released the straps and put the gag in and handcuffs back on, then led me out to the waiting room.

Beto and Connor soon appeared and we were chained together again. Before we left the dentist's office, one of the doctors came out and removed Connor's gag. Poking him in the middle of his bare chest, she said, "10-73, you've not been following the regime you were given, have you?"

He looked down and said, "No doctor, not as well as I should have."

"I warned you about that on your last physical, didn't I?"

"Yes, doctor."

She pointed at Beto and me. "You will be given an appointment for a full dental work up and preventive care in a few weeks. At that time, you will also be given detailed instructions on how to take care of your teeth. I'll know if you don't follow it and if not, there'll be consequences. Do you understand?"

We all nodded and Connor said, "Yes, doctor."

"Good. Now, 10-73, I think you need an incentive to follow my orders." She took a small wooden paddle from a desk drawer and said, "Bend over. How many you get will depend on how much you beg forgiveness."

"Yes, doctor." Connor bent over and while she held on to his cuffed wrists she spanked him. Each crack of polished wood on his bare cheeks was accompanied by Connor screaming and begging for mercy. She spanked him ten times and when he straightened up he danced in place, sobbing loudly while tears ran down his face and dripped onto his bare chest.

The dentist smiled and said, "You'll remember what to do?"

Between chest-heaving sobs, he said, "Yes, doctor. I won't forget again."

"Good. Now about these two. Since this is your first physical, I think you should learn that taking care of yourself is a serious matter and not to be neglected."

She stepped behind me, lifted my handcuffed wrists and spanked me three times. It hurt, but not as much as some other spankings I'd had. Still, I followed Connor's lead and screamed and begged through my gag was much as possible while I made real tears pour from my eyes. Then she did the same to Beto who screamed and begged even better than me.

The doctor said, "Have I made my point?"

We all nodded and the nurse put Connor's gag back in and led us back to the other clinic office. She led us down a hall, opened a door and she pushed us into a familiar room. It was where we had started and I hoped that was a sign we were finally finished.

"Wait here," our nurse said.

I looked around the room and thought, 'Right. We're naked and chained together in a locked room. I'm sure we'll just run right out to the street and escape if you hadn't told us not to.'

In a few minutes a nurse came in and gave us each a shot in the butt then unhooked Connor's chain and led him away using the chain as a leash, closing and locking the door behind her leaving Beto and me standing in the middle of the room.

After a long wait, Lee came in and said, "Sam has to finish up with ID pictures, but I'll take you back to the shop." Pointed at Beto, she said, "I'll start with you and I expect complete cooperation."

She strapped Beto back into the diaper and straight jacket and got him ready to travel and then did the same to me. After being blindfolded, we went down by the elevator and were loaded into the van again. We were strapped into the chairs and then the blindfold was taken off. In a chair in front of Beto and me sat Jordan apparently dozing. His hair was a mess and I could see red marks on his face as if he had been slapped numerous times. The driver got a bottle of soda from a refrigerator and gave it Lee, then went into the driver's compartment and I felt the van begin to move.

After a much shorter trip than it took going to the clinic the van stopped, Lee got up and with the help of the driver, unstrapped Jordan and led him away. They came back for Beto and me and took us into the studio where Jordan stood naked and free of his straight jacket and ankle cuffs.

Lee said, "Get this place cleaned up, put everything away and then leave. Sam told me that your behavior will be reported to your mistress at your college and I'm sure she won't be pleased."

Jordan nodded. "No miss. I'll follow your orders."

"You'd better." Lee left the room and slammed the door.

From the look on Jordan's face something must have gone wrong and he'd be punished for it later. I felt sorry for him, but he must have done this many times, so if he'd made a mistake, it was his own fault.

He freed Beto and me, jerking straps and pushing us around more than necessary, but we put up with it. We dressed, went to Jordan's car and after we climbed in the back he drove us to my house in silence.

Just before we got out, Jordan said, "You'll be hearing from Sam later so keep an eye on your email.

Beto and I walked up to the front door as Jordan drove away.

In my room, Beto and I sat on my bed, silently staring straight ahead, still somewhat stunned from the experience and not knowing what to say or do next. Finally, I stood up, scratched my chest and rubbed my arms. "I need a shower – bad. I feel like I'm dirty and I have hand prints all over me."

Beto shuddered and then nodded. "I know what you mean. You can go first."

I hesitated a moment, thinking about what had just happened in the last week and decided to make a peace offering to Beto hoping we could get back to where we were before. "Okay, but it would be better if I had someone who could scrub where I can't reach."

He smiled. "Yeah, it would." Standing, he turned and looked directly at me for the first time since we left Sam's place. "If you'll do me."

"Always, anytime," I said, relieved because it seemed the he was willing to rebuild our original relationship.

Smiling, we dropped our clothes next to my bed and went into the bathroom. I adjusted the water temperature and when we got into the shower, I carefully soaped Beto. I avoided running my hands over his nipples, which only showed a small wound, but were probably as sensitive as mine were. When I dropped to one knee to wash Beto's genitals, I was extra careful because like mine, they were probably sensitive to touch. He turned around and I washed the crack between his butt cheeks and then used two fingers to soap his sphincter where I found some lube from our rectal exam. When I finished, he did the same for me and I wasn't surprised that neither of us got an erection as we usually did.

Beto turned off the water, we got out of the shower and took turns drying each other with big bath towels. We cleaned up the bathroom, put the towels in the dirty clothes hamper and went to my room.

Standing next to my bed, we had one of those awkward moments when neither of us could decide what to do next. I thought about getting dressed, but decided against it. Instead, I flopped onto my bed, stretched out and put my hands behind my head, staring at the ceiling.

I said, "Beto, I'm sorry. I never know what's going to happen so I can't tell you. It's not because I'm lying to you."

"Yeah, I understand. I was wrong and we're in this together so we'll have to help each other."

He lay down on my bed and slid over next to me. When he did, I turned onto my side to face him and we snuggled together, trying to make as much bare skin contact as possible. I tipped my head forward and kissed him.

Beto smiled. "That's nice. Do it again."

That was the invitation I needed and I pressed my lips on his again and again. I felt his lips spread a little and he pushed his tongue against my lips. When he did, I pushed my tongue against his and we ran them in circles around each other. Through it all, my penis stayed soft and so did Beto's

I said, "How often do you think we'll have to take that physical?"

"Don't know, but one of the nurses said something about every four months."

"Great. I can hardly wait." While I groaned in agreement, he said, "Did you see that really tall nurse with long blonde hair clear down to her waist?"

"The one near the X-ray department who was taller than most of the men?

"Yeah, that one. She's my brother's fiancée."

"You're kidding. I didn't know you had a brother."

"I never mentioned him because he's from Mom's first marriage and fourteen years older than I am. Mom's first husband got custody of him when they divorced and I lived Mom and her second husband so I rarely ever saw him. He stopped by Mom's house one day to announce he was engaged and that's when I met that nurse. I remember because my brother's short and dark like me, but she had blonde hair and seemed to be at least a foot [30 cm] taller. I thought it was strange because of how pushy she was all the time and he didn't seem to mind."

"That's weird. Was your brother at the clinic?"

"I didn't see him, but with that many people going from room to room, it would have been easy to miss him."

"Do you think she recognized you?"

"Maybe. When we went into X-ray, she looked us over and from the expression on her face, she might have, or at least she thinks I'm familiar."

"If she did, now what"

"I don't know. It's not like I can call my brother and ask him if he got a physical today while he was naked with an erection, gagged and handcuffed." He stretched and snuggled closer to me. "Anyway there's nothing we can do about it and I suppose we'll find out eventually if she did."

I said, "How about that girl that looked us over? What do you think was going on there?"

"No idea. She was getting a physical too, but they weren't treating her like us."

"Yeah, that was weird and she really disliked us, but I'm not sure why. I mean, it's bad enough standing there naked in front of all those women without having a girl about our age talking about how disgusting we were."

Beto chuckled. "Well, we weren't exactly at our best, were we?"

"No, I guess not. It doesn't matter anyway and I suppose eventually we'll find out." Pulling his warm body close to mine, I kissed him again and completely relaxed in the comfort his arms.

I woke up and looked at my clock. Five-thirty! Dad would be home so I lifted the quilt covering us to get out of bed. Quilt? Where did that come from? Did Beto get it and cover us and I didn't notice? I woke Beto and said, "What's going on?"

Still groggy with sleep, he said, "What do you mean?"

Lifting the quilt and pointing, I said, "Look. Did you cover us up?"

"No, why would I do that?"

"I don't know, but I didn't." There was only one answer and it made my stomach swoop with fear. "Dad must have. I didn't lock my door so he came in and covered us up. He saw us in bed together."

"Why would he put a quilt over us?"

"Probably because he thought we were cold – he likes to do that sort of thing. But I think it was to tell me he knows what we've been doing."

Beto's face turned pale. "What do we do now?"

"Well, there's only one thing that I can think of. Go talk to Dad."

"Do we have to?"

"Yeah. He saw us sleeping together so we don't have any choice but to talk to him and I guess that's what he wants."

"Well, all right if that's what we have to do, but what's he going to say?"

"I don't know, but I trust him. Ever since Mom divorced him we've been close, and since he didn't make a big issue out of seeing us sleeping together naked, I think things are okay.

"I hope you're right."

There was a knock at the door and Dad said, "You guys better get up. I ordered pizza and it'll be here in a few minutes. Get it while it's hot."

We got dressed and went downstairs to the kitchen where Dad was putting glasses of ice on the counter and several bottles of soda. He didn't say anything about finding Beto and me in bed together and in a few minutes, we relaxed and enjoyed the pizza.

When Beto said he had to go home as soon as he was through eating, Dad said that was fine and he'd clean up. I walked Beto to the front door and said I'd call him the next day after he got back from church.

I stood at the window watching Beto walk down the sidewalk and then turn toward his apartment, which was a few blocks away. Dad walked up behind me and put both hands on my shoulders.

Squeezing gently, he said, "Beto's a good friend."

I nodded. "The best. The first real best friend I ever had."

"It shows. David, do you love him?"

That question gave me a lot to think about. While I took time to come up with an answer, Dad massaged my shoulders. His warm hands pressing my skin through my shirt reminded me of how much he cared for me even though he might not say it all the time. It had been just the two of us for almost four years, and I trusted him completely so there was no reason not to be honest.

"Yeah, I do."

He laughed. "I wondered if you'd tell me. Watching the two of you, it's obvious that you do. Does he love you?"

"I think so. Well, I hope so anyway. I've never really asked him and we've never talked about it."

"You should discuss something that important so you'll each know where you stand." I nodded again, seeing the wisdom of that. Then he said, "Are you having sex?"

I was stunned and Dad must have felt me tense up under his massaging hands. He said, "Relax, son. I know and I don't mind."

"You don't?"

"No, as long as you're doing it because you love each other. A sexual relationship is complex and difficult to handle any time and at your ages, it can be confusing and even scary."

I took a breath and let the tension flow out of my muscles. He had no idea how complex our relationship with sex was and as much as I trusted him, I wasn't going to tell him everything. I'd stick with talking about what Beto and I were doing at home and leave everything else out.

I said, "I understand. We've had our problems already." I rolled my shoulders under his hands and smiled. "That feels good. I remember when you used to give me massages all the time. Why did you stop?"

"Actually, I didn't stop – you did. The last massage I gave you was about a year and a half ago and you jumped up before I was done because you were embarrassed. Then you never wanted me to do it again."

"Oh, right. I forgot about that."

For years, at least once a month, Dad gave me a massage which I liked and looked forward to getting. But that last time, when I turned over, I had an erection. Dad didn't say anything about it, but him seeing me in that condition was more than I could handle and I jumped up and ran to my room. For a few days after that, I had a hard time talking with Dad even though he never brought the subject up. I'm sure he'd never seen me naked since then – or had he? How many times did he look into my room to check on me when I was in bed alone or with Beto?

Dad didn't say anything and continued to knead my shoulder muscles. "I miss it. Would you give me a massage the way you used to?"

"I'd love to. I've missed doing them, too, but I don't want to put you in an awkward position again."

"That's all right. I won't mind."

"Okay, if you're sure. Go get ready and I'll get the lotion and some towels."

I went to my room and pulled off my clothes. I got out three blankets, folded them in half and laid them one on top of the other on the floor. Dad always said he wanted a real massage table because a bed was much too soft, but a pile of blankets on the floor worked just as well.

Dad came in with his bottle of lotion and towels just as I had smoothed out the wrinkles in the blankets. I stretched out on my stomach, rested my head on my folded arms and closed my eyes.

Dad said, "David, tell me if you want to quit and I'll understand."

"Okay, I will, but I'm sure I won't."

He smoothed lotion on my shoulders and worked down my back. It was wonderful because he knew human anatomy well and followed each muscle from one part of my body to the next, working down my back and over my hips and butt muscles to my legs. When he started on the top of my thighs, his fingers brushed the back of my scrotum and I felt the warm tingling that signaled an erection was on the way. In spite of having an erection for what seemed to be hours already that day, I was responding to my Dad's gentle touch.

I tried to ignore it, but as usual, my penis had a mind of its own and paid no attention to me. When Dad finished my ankles and told me to turn over, I hesitated. I was partway up and sure I'd get a full erection as soon as he started on my chest and belly. I thought about quitting, but did I trust Dad or not? I did, totally and anyway, a lot of people – most I didn't even know – had seen me with an erection and having sex and they only cared about using me to make money. Dad loved me and wouldn't do anything to hurt me so I turned over, but kept my eyes closed.

Dad surprised me because when I was on my back, he put a towel over my hips and then started massaging my shoulders. When he did, I remembered that my nipples had been pierced and I didn't know how sore they would be when he ran his hands over my chest. I prepared myself not to flinch if there was any pain. Fortunately, there wasn't and it didn't seem as though Dad saw the tiny injury. When he got to my belly, he folded the towel down, but still kept my genitals covered. In the past, the sensation of his hands kneading my abdomen was extremely stimulating and this time was no exception even though I'd been erect for several hours already. I guess that's the difference between drugs and a natural reaction.

Slowly I lifted one hand from beside my hips and up under the towel to touch my penis with my fingers. Sure enough, I was fully erect and wished I could do something about it while Dad rubbed lotion on my body.

He said, "David, don't open your eyes, don't move and just relax." Pulling my hand from under the towel, he poured lotion into my palm, lifted the towel and tucked my hand back underneath. "It works better with lubrication."

I felt my face flush with embarrassment, hesitated for a few seconds and then began stroking. After all, Dad already knew I was having sex with Beto, I'm sure he masturbated and now he was telling me what I was doing was okay. Right then I probably loved him more than ever.

Dad kept massaging my legs and paid no attention to what I was doing under the towel. The only time he stopped was when I had my orgasm and began driving my hips into the air so hard, he couldn't keep massaging me. As I lay there catching my breath, he cleaned me off with the towel and gave it to me to wipe the excess lotion from my hand.

He helped me to my feet and suggested I take a shower. While I did, he cleaned up my room and turned my bed back so it was ready for me to crawl into.

He was gone by the time I got out of the shower and walked into my room. I dropped the towel I had wrapped around my waist and slid between the sheets. Later, Dad came in to check on me and pulled the blanket up over my bare chest and shoulders. I thought I was much too old for that sort of thing, but I still liked it and went to sleep with a smile on my face.

Sometime later, I woke up and was so confused about my love for Beto and Dad that I couldn't get back to sleep. In the dark, I stared at the ceiling trying to sort out my feelings. After a long time, I got up and padded down the hall to Dad's room. I silently opened his door, tiptoed across his room and slid into bed next to him.

He was sleeping on his side and when I snuggled up to him, he woke up and turned onto his back. "David, what are you doing? You haven't wanted to sleep with me since you were eight years old after your mom left."

"I know, but I was lonely and wanted to be with you. It's like the massage, I forgot what it was like and I miss it."

When Dad turned onto his side to face me, I pressed my body against his and put my arm over his chest. He put his arm across me and quickly pulled it back.

"Are you naked?"

"Uh huh. I've been sleeping that way for awhile and I like it." That was as good of explanation as any because I couldn't tell him Sam had ordered me to.

"David, you can't be in bed with me this way. It wouldn't be right."

"What's wrong with it? I want to."

"That's not the point."

"What is the point?"

He sighed. "David, I'm willing to let you sleep with me, but you have to put some clothes on."

"I don't understand. I was naked when you gave me the massage."

"I know, but this is different. If you want to sleep with me, go put on some pajamas or something. That's final."

I sighed. "Okay. Be right back."

In my room, I dug through my dresser and found a pair of soccer shorts that were way too small for me and a sleeveless undershirt. When I pulled them on, I was dressed, but they covered as little of me as I thought I could get away with. Smiling, I went back to Dad's room and slid into bed next to him.

When he felt the bed move, he turned and touched me to see if I'd dressed. "Couldn't you find anything smaller to wear?"

The sound of his voice seemed to say he was annoyed, but he put an arm around my back and pulled me next to him. I said, "No, but it doesn't matter to me." I snuggled as close to him as I could and sighed. "I love you, Dad."

"I know, son. Let's take this a little at a time. Okay?"

"Yeah. I understand."

Dad didn't object when I crawled into bed with him the next nights. On Tuesday, I wore only my briefest underwear and no shirt, but he didn't say anything and I wondered how long it would be before I could sleep with him when I was naked.

***

At school on Wednesday, Coach Scott cut P.E. class short and sent everyone to the locker room where he'd set up the scale again. When he came in, he blew his whistle and said, "All right, I'm checking development again today, so get your uniforms off and line up. We need to get this done today. If we don't you run laps tomorrow."

At our lockers, Beto and I pulled our clothes off. He said under his breath, "Yeah, well, if you didn't spend so much time staring our dicks, it wouldn't take so long."

I almost burst out laughing, but managed to keep it to a smile as we hustled over to take our places in line. When I put my hands on Beto's shoulders and had time to think about his comment, I had to admit he had a point. Mr. Scott did spend a lot of time looking at things besides the scale as he measured us-especially when Beto was on the scale.

I watched as the coach measured one boy at a time and saw him spending as little time as possible with the really small or fat kids and a lot of time with the kids who had started puberty and developed some muscle so they had nice looking bodies.

When Beto stepped on the scale, Coach Scott took at least twice as long to get his measurements as he had with anyone else and flipped back and forth between pages on his clipboard several times. He finally finished and I took Beto's place on the scale. Although Coach Scott didn't take as long measuring me as he did Beto, it still took him a long time and he flipped pages on his clipboard again, which he'd never done with any of the other boys.

When we were walking back to class, Beto looked around to see if anyone was close enough to overhear him and said, "That guy gives me the creeps because of the way he picks on the smallest kids in class. And all his locker-room procedures seem to be excuses to get us naked so he can stare at us. Have ever seen a teacher do that before?"

"No, never and I agree with you. There's something weird about him."

In English class right after lunch, our teacher gave Beto and me a hall pass. "This is from Coach Scott. He wants you in his office seventh period when you have a study hall."

We took the small yellow slips of paper, went to our desks and sat down. Beto said, "Now what does he want? Did we flunk his development test or something?"

I shrugged. "Who knows, but I don't trust him."

"Neither do I, but I guess we have to go unless we can come up with a good reason not to. Maybe we should come down with food poisoning from lunch."

"That's a good idea, but I don't think he'd buy it."

Seventh period, we went to Coach Scott's office, which was next to the locker room and knocked on the door. It opened and he said, "Good, you're on time."

We shuffled in and when he saw the scale standing in the middle of the floor, I felt nervous butterflies take off and start circling in my stomach.

Coach Scott said, "I need to recheck development on you two." He pointed at a set of tall lockers with two doors standing open. "Put your clothes in there."

When we didn't move right way, he slammed the office door closed. "Move it! I don't have all day, but I do have the rest of the year to make your lives miserable in class."

Reluctantly, we undressed and hung our school uniforms in the lockers. When we were naked, Coach Scott closed the locker doors, which had combination locks on them so we wouldn't be able to get our clothes out until Coach Scott unlocked them. My nervousness increased and I felt sweat appear on my forehead even though the room was slightly chilly.

"Beto, you get on first so I can check you again." We each stood on the scale and when Coach Scott finished, he looked at his notes, pointed at Beto with his pen and said, "What happened to your pubic hair? You shaving it off?"

Beto's face turned dark red and he shook his head.

Coach Scott said, "What's that mean? I asked you a question."

Beto said, "Well, I don't have any pubic hair so I sort of really never thought about it."

Coach Scott sneered. "You never really thought about it. How about you David? You're old enough and big enough to have pubic hair. You shave it off, too?"

I didn't know what to say, so I stammered and finally said, "Uh… I guess I don't have any either."

He slapped us both across the face. Beto leaped for the door to get out of the office, but door was locked from the inside. Grabbing Beto by the arm, he roughly pulled him back to stand next to me.

"Stop lying. Last time, I checked you had pubic hair and David you had stubble. I'm never wrong about that so I know you're shaving."

I said, "Who shaves there? I don't know what you're talking about."

"Oh, yes you do." He reached into a drawer, pulled out a file folder and handed it us. "Here, look at these."

I opened the folder and inside I found pictures taken at Sam's of Beto and I having sex. My face turned red hot with humiliation and I heard Beto's gasp. Where had he gotten these? Was he one of the people Sam was selling pictures to? I thought she only sold them to wealthy people and a P.E. coach wasn't wealthy.

Coach Scott sneered at us. "Got your attention now? That's you in the pictures, isn't it?"

Beto shook his head and I shook my head, not knowing what to say. He grabbed me by the arm, making me drop the folder of pictures, spun me around and slapped me hard on my bare butt. Then he did the same to Beto. "You want more of that?"

Beto and I shook our heads then Beto said, "What do you want?"

"That's more like it. I want the truth." He picked up the pictures and said, "These are pictures of the two of you, I know it. You look like you have some makeup on, but look at this." He pointed to a distinctive birthmark on Beto's shoulder and then held the picture next to it so show they matched. "I can't imagine anyone else having a mark like that in the same place."

Fear was pushing what was left of my lunch up into the back of my throat and bitter bile taste almost made me vomit.

Again, Beto said, "What do you want?"

At that point, I admired his courage because he must have been as terrified as me, but he managed to stay calm. His confident attitude made Coach Scott get right to the point.

"I'm glad you asked. Since you can perform for the bitches who took these pictures, you can for me, too." He waved the pictures in front of our faces. "Not unless you want me to accidentally let a few of these get out to your friends. I'm sure they'd like to know about the two little fag boys in their class who like to suck dicks."

Beto and I shook our heads and he said, "Good. Pictures are nice, but a live show is better." He opened the door of a locker and pulled out a heavy wooden paddle. "I see you're being spanked in some of the pictures and you don't seem to like it. I assume you don't want me to spank you, either. The door is locked and I have your clothes. Do what I tell you, and I'll keep your secret, plus you won't get bruised butts, although I'd love to give you red asses." He pointed at me with the paddle. "On your knees and suck Beto's dick. Keep going until I tell you to quit."

I felt a sinking, queasy sensation in my stomach, but realized I had no choice. When I looked at Beto, he nodded and I dropped to my knees in front of him. Taking one bare cheek in my right hand, I pulled him forward so I could get my lips around his soft penis.

Coach Scott said, "I see you have some experience and know what to do."

After that, since my back was to him, I couldn't tell what he was doing, but I heard his chair squeaking and he began breathing hard. I figured he must be masturbating as he watched us, but I didn't stop to look and concentrated on keeping as much of Beto's penis in my mouth as possible so he wouldn't see Beto didn't have an erection. Finally, I heard him moan and grunt as he had an orgasm.

He grabbed my shoulder and pulled me away from Beto. "That's good. I'm going to like having my own private shows." He opened the lockers with our clothes and pointed. "Get dressed and get out. Don't say anything or you know what'll happen."

Beto and I almost jumped at the lockers, pulled our clothes on at record speed and hustled out of his office and the locker room. In the hall, I said, "Beto, what did he do?"

He made a sour, disgusted face and said, "When you got on your knees, he pulled his shorts down and his shirt up and then jerked off. I almost threw up. His fat belly is covered with hair and he's got a really short penis with tiny balls. It's no wonder he has to get off on boys. I can't imagine any woman getting turned on by something that ugly."

I said, "We have to email Sam right away to find out what to do."

"Yeah. Let's go to your house after school. It's closer."

At home, I sent an email to Sam describing what had happened, putting both our names on it. Then Beto and I sat around for more than an hour waiting for a reply, but didn't get anything.

I said, "Well, maybe she's busy and not looking at email. I'll keep checking and then call you tonight when I get an answer."

Beto said, "Okay. Let me know as soon as you do." And he left.

For the next five hours, I couldn't concentrate on anything and kept checking my email every ten minutes or so. How could this have happened? Was everyone going to find out about Beto and me having sex for money? What would I say to Dad? Would Beto and I go to jail?

I was so nervous, I threw up an hour or so after dinner, but managed to do it so Dad didn't notice. Finally, at a quarter after nine, I got an email:

David and Beto,

Do what he tells you to do tomorrow, but not Friday. You can expect someone to pick you up Saturday at 10:00 a.m. as before. Be sure you're clean and wear a tee shirt, sweatpants and shoes, nothing else. There are ways of correcting this sort of thing.

Sam

I picked up my phone and dialed Beto. "Did you get Sam's message?"

"Yeah, but I'm not as confident about it as she is. Since we don't have a choice, I hope she's right."

I had to agree because I couldn't imagine how anyone could fix it. Then I had a brainstorm. "Beto, ask your mom if you can spend the night with me Friday. I'd feel better if we were together."

"Good idea. I'll go ask."

"Okay, I'll talk to Dad while you do that."

Dad said it was okay as long as we didn't stay up all night and keep him awake. I ran back to the phone and said, "Beto, you there?"

"Yeah. Mom says it's all right."

"We're all set then. We'll come over here right after school. I have clothes you can wear on Saturday."

"Sounds good. I'll see you tomorrow."

The next day, we got a hall pass for seventh period again from Mr. Scott and this time, Beto had to perform oral sex on me. As he did, I had to watch Mr. Scott masturbate and like Beto the day before, I almost threw up at the sight. A fat, hairy, ugly man jerking on a stub of a penis and grunting like a farm animal. No wonder Beto didn't get an erection the day before. With a sight like that, I couldn't even if someone held a gun to my head.

On Friday, he gave us another hall pass, but we didn't go and as soon as school was over, we jogged away from the school toward my house.

That afternoon and evening, Beto and I did the usual things for a Friday night. We played video games, ate junk food and then watched a movie while we lay on the floor in a pile of pillows. With Beto next to me, I managed to relax for the first time since Wednesday and scooted over next to him so our shoulders pressed together. During the love scene, I pushed myself up on one elbow, leaned over and kissed him.

After escaping from my liplock, Beto said, "Better be careful. What if your Dad came in and saw you doing that?"

"He wouldn't mind a bit because he already knows we're having sex." Beto tensed and pulled away from me. Quickly, I said, "Don't worry. He knows and doesn't care."

"Huh? What are you talking about?"

We ignored the movie while I told him about the massage Dad gave me and our conversation afterward. I said, "He told me that as long as we were doing it because we love each other and don't want to hurt each other, it was okay." I waited for a reaction from Beto and when he didn't say anything, I thought I'd better steer the conversation. "Beto, I told Dad, I loved you-and I do. Do you?"

"Well, you know I never really thought much about it, but yeah, I guess I do. But we're only twelve years old, can we be in love?"

"Dad says we can because age doesn't matter." I leaned over and kissed him again then I said, "Do you want to watch the rest of the movie? I'm tired and want to go to bed."

Beto kissed me back. "I'm tired, too. Let's go."

We went to my room and as we undressed, Beto said, "Where to do want me to sleep?"

I pointed at my bed. "I've got a queen-sized bed, so there's plenty of room for both of us."

"And your Dad doesn't mind?"

"No, I imagine he'd be surprised if we didn't sleep together."

"All right, if you're sure."

I dropped my underwear and got between the sheets as Beto did the same on the other side but he stayed as far away from me as he could. He said, "I'm glad we can sleep together, but I'm still not sure about this. I've never heard of anyone's father saying it was okay for a twelve-year old to be having sex with his best friend."

"Neither have I, but I never asked anyone before, either. Can you see going up to someone at school and saying, 'Excuse me, Bill, but are you having sex with another boy and your parents know you do it and don't care?' He'd think we were nuts."

That set us off on a fit of giggle and stupid jokes. Just as we got going good, there was a knock on the door. Dad said, "David, can I come in?"

I called back, "Sure, Dad."

He walked in a sat on the edge of the bed next to me. He looked at Beto and me with our bare shoulders and arms above the blankets and smiled. "Look, you two. Be careful and take care of each other. If you have problems, I hope you trust me enough to come and talk about them. Okay?"

We both nodded with big smiles on our faces. I sat up and wrapped my arms around him in a hug and when I let go, Dad kissed me on the forehead. Then he went to the other side of the bed, sat down and hugged Beto. When he did, he ran his hand far enough down Beto's back to be sure he was naked before he let go. When he went out, he turned off the light.

Beto and I wrapped each other up in a knot of arms and legs trying to make as much bare skin contact as possible and fell asleep with our lips pressed together.

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