Diversasy

Caught

Chapters 41-

Chapter Forty-One

A Demonstration Test

The black-haired girl prodded Tommy in his belly with the whip handle hard enough to make him bend over. Then she whipped him across the shoulders making him yelp. "Now little boy, what were you saying about following orders?"

He straightened up and said, "I have to follow your orders and not ask questions."

"That's right. Did I give you permission to bend over?"

"No, Miss and I'm sorry. Please don't hit me again."

She snorted. "If I feel like it, I will. Is that all right with you?"

"Yes, Miss. You can do anything you want. Please don't hurt me."

"Quit begging. It's annoying."

"Yes, Miss."

"Why are you wearing that chastity?"

"Mother locks me in it whenever she can't watch me."

"That sounds like a good idea." Watching boys all the time is necessary because all they think about is sex. When someone can't watch them, muzzling them like dogs will keep them under control. Turning to Lee, she asked, "Do you handle the boys?"

"Only when I have to. Sam is usually setting up the cameras so I have to position them for the video shots."

"How do you stand it?"

"After a while you get used to it. I have to wash my hands a lot because Sam doesn't let me use rubber gloves even though I want to."

"I can understand that. That's going to be the hardest thing for me to do in the final performance exam. That's the disgusting part and I almost want to puke when I do."

"Do what I do and remind yourself what you'll get to do later. As soon you touch one, get mad and then each time after that, let it build up so that when you do punish one, you'll get more satisfaction out of it. A little screaming goes a long ways toward getting their stink off your hands."

"That's a good idea and I'll try it." She swung her whip making it whistle though the air. "All right you three, from here on out, you will call me 'Miss Dome'. Now let's get started."

Pointing at Tommy, she said, "Get the coils of rope your mother sent with you." While Tommy went to my desk where his bag was, she slapped Beto on the butt with the leather strap and then pointed with it. "You. Lie on the bed and spread your arms and legs."

Beto said, "Yes, Miss."

She whipped him across the shoulders hard enough to leave red trails. "What did I say to call me?"

"I'm sorry, Miss Dome. I won't forget again."

"You'd better not." She examined Beto's body and said, "On second thought, maybe you should. Nice red stripes covering that brown skin of yours would look good. Especially on your butt. Get on the bed."

"Yes, Miss Dome." Beto lay down in the middle of my bed and stretched his arms and legs toward the corners.

She pushed Tommy toward my bed with her whip. "Tie him to the corners of the bed and hurry up."

Tommy said, "Yes, Miss Dome."

He tied Beto to the bed with one rope on each wrist and ankle pulling them tightly to the corner bedposts. Miss Dome stood behind him watching and criticizing his work when she thought it wasn't tight enough.

Miss Dome said, "That looks good. 63-02, there are two condoms in the bag. Get them."

"Yes, Miss Dome." Tommy hurried over to his bag, found the two condoms in the bottom and brought them back to Miss Dome. Holding them out, he said, "Here they are Miss Dome."

She smacked him on the side of his butt with the strap and said, "And what do you expect me to do with them? Take them out of the package and put them on 35-03 and 35-04. You don't think I'm going to touch their nauseating parts, do you?"

"No, Miss Dome." Tommy ripped open both packages but didn't take the condoms out. "Please, Miss Dome. I can't put them on because their penises are soft."

"Do something about it, then. You do know how to get a boy hard don't you?"

"Yes, Miss Dome."

"Well then use your hands or mouth and hurry up with it. I'm being evaluated by how much time I spend doing this."

"Yes, Miss Dome." Tommy dropped to his knees and sucked my penis into his mouth. It didn't take long before I was stiff enough for Tommy to unroll the condom down the length of my penis, although I wasn't completely erect. Then he knelt on my bed and stroked Beto until he could roll the other condom on him.

Miss Dome said, "Not bad. Not good, but not bad. You seem to have some idea of what you're doing. This is what we're going to do. 63-02, get up between 35-04's legs and suck him off. The condom is so that you can't fake it. Keep going until 35-04 fills the end that thing."

"Yes, Miss Dome." Tommy climbed over the footboard of my bed and, on his hands and knees, he moved between Beto's legs. He lifted Beto's penis, which had already started to go soft with one hand, put it in his mouth and worked around the head with his tongue while he stroked the latex-covered shaft.

Miss Dome laughed and said to Tommy, "That looks good." She pointed her whip at me. "There's a tube of lube in the bag. Get it out, crawl up there behind 63-02 and use that to fuck him."

I bowed, hoping that if I showed more respect, she wouldn't whip me and said, "Yes, Miss Dome."

As I walked to the duffel bag on my computer desk, I started masturbating to get fully erect. I came back to the bed and moved up behind Tommy. While I stroked my penis with one hand, I squeezed a large glop of lube between Tommy's butt cheeks with the other. I had anal sex with Tommy before, but he'd had the two-inch [5 cm] anal dilator in before I started, which opened him up. Now I saw his sphincter was tightly closed and I wasn't sure I could get my penis inside of him no matter how stiff it was. But I had seen pictures on the web of guys with their penises inside another guy so I knew it could be done. The question was, could I do it now with Miss Dome threatening me.

Miss Dome prodded me with the handle of her whip. "Don't you know anything about ass fucking? 63-02, relax and push like you're taking a crap. If you used the enema the way you were supposed to, there should be lots of room in there. 35-03, get lube on your fingers and then work them in first to stretch him."

"Yes, Miss Dome." I squeezed a huge dollop of lube onto my fingers and began rubbing it around his sphincter. It still felt tight, but when I pressed on the middle, one finger slipped right in. Then I added another and forced them in deeper, I added my thumb and when I jammed all three fingers forward, Tommy jumped. I felt like I had opened him up quite a bit and my penis was now fully erect so I decided that it was now or never.

I put the head of my condom-encased penis right in the middle of the puckered bulls-eye of Tommy's sphincter and began to push. At first, I couldn't make any progress, but I kept up the pressure and the head slowly began to disappear into his body. If I could get that in, the rest would be easy since the head of my penis was the largest part.

I pushed harder and Tommy groaned with the pain, but lifted one hand from the bed and motioned me to keep going. Then he reached back and pulled his butt cheeks apart for me. I dug the fingers of both hands around Tommy's hipbones and gave him a quick thrust. The head popped in, followed by the rest of the shaft.

Tommy gave a muffle squeal and yelp, but he managed to keep his head kept bobbing on Beto's penis, making Beto moan and squirm on the bed. I withdrew most of the way and pushed back in. Slowly, I increased my speed and the top of my thighs and the bottom of my abdomen began to slap loudly against Tommy's butt on each thrust.

Laughing, Miss Dome, whipped me across the shoulders. "I knew you could do it. Sam tells me that you three fag boys have sex all the time." Then she whipped Tommy's back, just missing my face and said, "Too bad for you little fag boy. Since you're in that chastity, you aren't going to have any fun, but you had better make sure the other two fags do."

I clamped my hands on Tommy's hipbones, which was hard because of the lube on my fingers and hands, pulling him to me while at the same time, I drove my penis in as far as I could with hip thrusts. The last time I did this to Tommy, I was distracted because I was hurting him and he was screaming. This time, I concentrated on the pleasure coming from my penis that was encircled by Tommy's sphincter muscle. I was driving in and out of Tommy so much that I ignored everyone in the room. I kept going, smacking Tommy harder and harder so that my orgasm took me by surprise and I shot spurt after spurt into the condom. When the room came back into focus, I was disappointed that it was over. I heard Beto making small gasping yelps as he had his orgasm. I fell forward resting my chest on Tommy's back so he had to hold me up while I eased my softening penis out of his rectum.

Miss Dome prodded me with the handle of the whip. "Get up and into 'Present' position!" When I got up, she poked Tommy and told him the same thing. She looked Tommy and I over and said, "35-03 you make me sick. You sounded and looked like a farm animal fucking another up the ass. And you have lube and shit slopped all over the front of yourself. 63-02, you're almost as bad. You have shit and lube dripping out of your crack and down your legs as well as a rubber dangling out of your ass. My God, boys are revolting. Get a towel and clean up."

I ran into my bathroom and grabbed two towels. As I took them into my bedroom, I wiped the lube from the front of my body. Dropping to my knees behind Tommy, I carefully pulled out the condom and then cleaned his butt crack and legs. I wiped Beto and slid the condom off him then went back to 'Present' position.

Miss Dome said, "You, 63-02, untie 35-04 ankles from the bed."

Tommy said, "Yes, Miss Dome." When he freed Beto's ankles, Beto flexed his knees on the bed.

Miss Dome brought the whip down on Beto's legs, making him yell in pain. "Did I give you permission to move, boy?"

"No, Miss Dome."

"Then you will not move unless you are told to." He pointed her whip at me and said, "Turn around and cross your wrists behind your back."

When I did, she pushed Tommy forward with the handle of her whip on his shoulder. "Tie his wrists together and do a good job. If I don't like it, you'll do it again after I give you some persuasion to do a better job."

Tommy said, "Yes, Miss Dome."

He tied my wrists tightly together and when Miss Dome checked his work, she pushed me back with the whip and said, "Sit on the bed. 63-02, cross his ankles and tie them as well as you did his wrists."

He finished and Miss Dome checked his knots. To me she said, "Stand up and let's see if 63-02 did his work properly."

With some effort, I stood, balancing on one foot since my ankles were crossed and I couldn't get both feet on the floor. It was hard to stay standing and I kept tipping to one side or the other.

Miss Dome said, "Very good, 63-02. I'll make sure to tell your mother how well you did." Tommy smiled and when he did, Miss Dome hit me across the shoulders with the whip and I fell to the floor. I had no way of breaking my fall and when I hit the carpet chest-first, all the air rushed out of me. I lay there moaning and gasping while Miss Dome and Lee laughed.

Lee said, "We're done with you, 63-02 and you mother is waiting for you outside. Get dressed, pack your bag and get out of here. Your mother told me that if you followed instructions and orders well, you would be rewarded when you got home."

Tommy bowed saying, "Thank you, Miss Dome and Miss Lee. I always try to follow Mother's orders, and my Mentor at school and the mistresses who are friends of my mother."

Lee said, "That's wise. I assume that you're punished appropriately when you don't."

"Yes, Miss Lee, but I follow orders because I like being rewarded and not punished."

"Good thinking. You're learning your place. I think making a video of how you're rewarded would be interesting and I'll suggest it to Sam. Now hurry up and get out of here."

"Yes Miss Lee. Right away, Miss Dome."

Tommy bustled around the room putting things back into the bag and pulling on his sweatshirt, pants and sandals. Bowing again he asked, "May I leave now, Miss Dome?"

When Lee waved toward the door, Tommy grabbed his bag, trotted out of my room, down the stairs and then I heard the front door open and close.

Lee said, "I have a lot of good video. Is there anything else you want to do?"

Miss Dome said, "No. Let's change. I'm getting sick of looking at these disgusting bodies." She pushed on my hip with a bare foot and said, "These boys won't cause any trouble while we do, but I hope so. I'll have a chance to practice my whipping technique. I didn't get to hit them very much today."

I was on the floor and couldn't see Beto, but like me, I was sure he wouldn't say anything while they changed. They came out of my bathroom and packed all the video equipment into bags.

Miss Dome said, "Lee, after you get that video edited and ready to submit to the Committee of Ten, I'd like to see it."

"Sure, no problem. What should we do with these two?"

"Leave them. They'll figure something out. If not, I don't care and I suppose 35-03's father will find them."

Lee picked up her equipment and the girls walked out of my room closing the door. Beto and I waited silently until the front door closed. I asked, "Beto, are you all right."

"Yeah, but I'm not going to be able to get untied by myself. Tommy did a good job on my wrists."

"On me, too. I think I can slide up against my bed and push myself up enough so I can sit next to you. From there, I should be able to stand up long enough to untie one of your wrists."

I scooted across the carpet using my legs, shoulders and hips and then managed to sit up with my back against my bed. Pushing with my feet and wriggling my shoulders and arms against the side of the mattress, I inched my way up into a sitting position next to Beto.

While I caught my breath, I said, "Man, that wasn't easy. I think I got carpet burns all over. I didn't think it was that rough."

Bouncing on the bed, I moved toward the headboard as far as I could, stopping when my bare hip was against Beto's outstretched arm. I put one foot on the floor and stood up. I almost fell over, but I managed to catch the corner bedpost with one of my tied hands.

"I think I can reach the knot if you watch and tell me what I have to pull to get it loose."

"Okay, you have to reach around to the side with your right hand. It's closest to the knot then pull the rope you feel on top toward your butt."

Using on my sense of touch and Beto's directions, I worked on the knot and felt it coming loose, but I got too anxious to get it free and pulled too hard, lost my grip on the rope fell to the floor again.

Beto asked, "Are you all right?"

"I'll live, but I'm collecting a lot of bruises to go with the welts from Miss Dome's whip."

I slid across the carpet again and got myself sitting on the bed where I could see the knot. "I'm getting tired, but I can see what I have to do to get it loose. I'll get it this time." With Beto's encouragement and guidance, I got the rope free and Beto was able to pull the rope from around the bedpost and roll to the other side of the bed where he could untie the other knot.

As he did, I fell to the floor again. I was gasping for air and moaning on the floor when Beto rushed around the bed and began to untie my ankles.

"Are you okay? Turn facedown and I'll get your wrists."

When I was free, we sat side by side on my bed rubbing our wrists. I said, "How bad are the welts on my back? Yours aren't too bad."

Beto said, "They look okay, but they'll probably be there for a while."

"What am I going to do? Dad will expect me to sleep with him tonight, but I can't. He'll see the welts and want to know how I got them. Can you stay tonight? Maybe by Sunday, they'll be gone."

"I don't know. Let me call Mom." He got up, found his pants and pulled his cell phone out.

When he ended his call, he said, "Mom said it would be all right."

"Great, that solves that problem. Right now, I need a shower."

Beto got up and headed for my bathroom with me. I picked up the towels and flushed the condoms down the toilet. Then I put the towels in my hamper, making a mental note to put them in the washer myself so dad wouldn't see what was on them.

We showered together for a long time gently scrubbing every part of each other's bodies being especially careful on the parts that had welts until we felt clean. After we dried off, we padded back into my room and straightened things up. The only thing Tommy left was the rope and I coiled it up and put it in my desk drawer.

I stretched out on my bed and Beto sat beside me. He said, "I get the feeling that Miss Dome doesn't like us."

"Yeah. No kidding. She sounds like she hates boys in general."

"I wonder if that's how Mistress Olga got started. She doesn't seem to like boys or men either."

We sat silently for a few minutes, each of us with our own thoughts. When I thought about Miss Dome, I started to get an erection. I said, "Seeing Miss Dome naked is really exciting and I really want to have sex with a girl. I like having sex with you, but I want to know what sex with a girl is like. Maybe that way I can to find out if I'm gay."

Beto turned to face me. "I do too , but I don't think I'm gay." He took my penis in his hand and started rubbing the ridge on the head with one finger, bringing me up to a full erection. "Sex with you is great, but there must be more to learn with a girl."

The opening and closing of the front door startled us and we got to our feet, pulled on a shirt and shorts. We went through the rest of the afternoon the way we always did and Dad got pizza for dinner.

That night, we watched a movie and when we went to bed, we pressed our bodies together, kissing and talking about Miss Dome what was going on. We stayed up late exploring each other's bodies, but neither of us felt like having sex. In the morning, we took a shower together and Beto left right after breakfast.

Late Sunday morning, I got an email from Lee. I was expecting it, but I was still surprised at how fast Lee had made her report to Tommy's mother. I opened the email and read:

35-03 and 35-04,

Dominique has given me a very favorable report on her discussions with your parents. Lee has reported that you did well with Miss Dome and that the three of you obeyed orders. It seems you are ready to move on to something more challenging.

Next Friday at seven o'clock, you are to arrive at the home of 10-73 to spend the weekend. That night, you will assist the mother of 10-73 with a problem that she is having with 10-73.

On Saturday morning, you will visit your new school with 10-73 who is a freshman student there. You will meet a number of mentors, other students and administration. After some tests and evaluation by the administration and mentors, they will decide if they will offer you a position in the school. It is up to you to perform in such a way that they will accept you. Do not fail in this.

After your school visit, you will spend the rest of that day and night with 10-73. His parents will return you home early Sunday afternoon.

This weekend is extremely important to 10-73, his family and your future education.

Sam

Chapter Forty-Two

The Boys Help Connor

As soon as I got the email, I called Beto. He had gotten it too and we planned to get together at school early on Monday to talk it over.

Beto and I met a half-hour before school started and moved to a corner of the building where we knew we wouldn't be overheard. I said, "Isn't 10-73 Connor? We met him when we had our physicals, didn't we?"

Beto said, "Yeah. We sort of met him. What do you suppose helping his Mother with a problem means?"

I shrugged. "I can't imagine. Every time we have one of these sessions, it's always different."

"That's for sure. Do you think it's connected with what happened when we were at Coach Scott's hearing?"

"No idea, but we'll find out soon enough, I guess. I talked to dad last night and he said it was okay with him if I stayed with Connor for the weekend. He also said that he'd drive us over there. What did your mom say?"

"She was happy that I was going because she has some sort of conference beginning Friday. She was planning to ask your dad if I could stay with you until Saturday evening. She doesn't mind if I stay longer."

"Looks like everything's set then. Let's go to my house right after school Friday. We better check our email as often as we can so we don't miss something from Sam."

Tuesday night, Beto and I got an email from Tommy:

Hi guys,

Mother told me that you were going to visit my school on Saturday. That's great because I'll be there, too. Some of the Mentors, including mine will be there and they'll decide if the school will accept you. I sure hope so! You were my first real friends and helped me a lot. I want to keep having you as friends. You'll like the school. It's real different, but I know you'll fit in. It's the best thing that's ever happened to me."

Tommy

I called Beto and asked, "What do you think mentors are?"

"No idea. I looked it up in the dictionary and it said a mentor was someone who advised or trained someone or served as a role model."

"I looked it up, too, but I don't see how that would work in school."

"Me neither, but Tommy sounds happy about whatever a mentor does for him. I feel a little less nervous now that I know Tommy likes it and said he'd be there. But I have to wonder what he means about it being 'real different'. Anyway, we have no choice so I guess we'll find out Saturday."

After school Friday, Beto and I walked home, carrying our backpacks while Beto had a small duffle bag with his clothes in it for the weekend. We went in and straight up to my room. I fired up my computer, opened my email and found a message from Sam.

35-03 and 35-04,

You are to be at the home of 10-73 at 7:00 p.m. today. Do not be late. You are to be clean-shaven and showered. Bring changes of clothing that you would normally take on an overnight trip to a friend's home. Nothing else. Do not bring cell phones. Everything you need will be provided. You will be back sometime between two and three o'clock Sunday afternoon. The address of the home of 10-73 is below.

Sam

I looked at the address and said, "Let's look this up on Google Earth." When the image came up, I said, "It's way south out in the boondocks."

Beto whistled in admiration. "Man, look at the size of that place. The house is huge and there's a swimming pool, basketball, and tennis courts out back. He pointed and said, "That looks like a small golf course. Isn't that a corral with horses and a barn?"

Nodding, I said, "Sure looks like it. What are the other buildings for I wonder? They're hard to see under the trees."

"Don't know, but they're big like everything else. Connor's parents must have a lot of money."

"That's for sure." I expanded the image so I could see the area around the house. "Not only do they have money, but from the looks of the other houses and the land around them, everyone else does, too. I'm starting to look forward to going there."

After we had a quick dinner, dad said, "We better get going. It's a long ways down there."

Beto and I sat in the middle seat of dad's minivan talking quietly and watching the scenery change from farmland into thick forest. As we got closer to Connor's house, every so often, we'd catch a glimpse of a large house set way back from the road and mostly hidden in the trees. I decided that a lot people use their money to buy privacy as well as huge houses.

When we got to Connor's house, a wall made of stone with a closed iron gate blocked the road. Someone must have been watching for us because the gate opened as we approached.

Dad said, "That was convenient. I wonder if it's automatic and opens when it senses a car."

He dove along a winding road between large trees until we came to a clearing where the house stood. We got out and as we climbed the steps of the porch, a woman dressed in white opened the door.

Smiling, she extended her hand to dad. "Hello, Mr. Williams, I'm Doctor Ryan." As they shook hands, she said, "You two must be Beto and David. Connor told me that you had met a few times and are thinking about transferring to his school."

Beto nodded and I said, "That's right. We've been talking about it and it sounds great. I can't wait to visit there tomorrow." I tried to sound enthusiastic without going over the top. I was sure that Dr. Ryan would be in touch with Sam after the weekend and I wanted to show her that Beto and I wanted to change schools.

"I'm glad. Connor is in his room." She pressed a button on an intercom panel set in the wall by the door, and said, "Connor, David and Beto are here. I'll send them up."

From the speaker, a voice said, "Okay, Mother. I'm ready for them."

To us, Dr. Ryan said, "We have an intercom system throughout the house and other buildings. It saves a lot of walking. Connor's room is up the stairs and at the far end of the hallway."

As we climbed the stairs, I heard Dr. Ryan say to dad, "I'm sorry that my husband isn't here to meet you. He's working outside and hasn't come in yet."

Dad said, "That's all right. I can meet him some other time. I have to get going anyway."

"We'll bring the boys back early Sunday afternoon in time to do homework."

Beto and I were at the top of the stairs and walking down the hall so we couldn't hear the rest of their conversation. I was beginning to worry again, about what we would have to do because of Connor's odd comment. What did he mean that he was 'ready for us'?

Beto looked down the long hallway and said, "This place is amazing. The carpet feels like it's about two inches [5 cm] thick. I can hardly wait to see what Connor's room is like."

My worry kept me from being enthusiastic about going into Connor's room. Would that be the start whatever we had to do? In a flat voice, I said, "Yeah, me, too."

Beto knocked on the closed door and Connor called, "Come on in."

When we went in, Connor stood in the middle of his room and said, "Hi David, Beto. I'm glad you could spend the weekend."

Beto and I stopped in the doorway when we went in. Connor was naked, which I kind of expected. But what was surprising was that he wore a combination of shackles that started with a steel neck collar with a chain that ran to cuffs circling his ankles. He wore handcuffs separated by a long chain connected to the vertical chain from his neck, but there was a link big enough so that he could slide the cuffs up and down, giving his arms quite a bit of freedom. What startled me most was the spectacular chastity device he wore. Wide flat links of shining metal encircled his waist just above his hipbones and a ventilated front piece that looked like the pouch of a jockstrap made of the same shining metal completely covered his genitals. I'd never seen anything like it.

He said, "Come on in."

We shuffled in and when Connor walked to the door to close it, I could see the back of his chastity. A wide metal strap came up between his legs from the front and rested deep in the crack between his butt cheeks. Everything came together in a complicated lock mechanism in the middle of his back. It fit the shape of his body perfectly, making it impossible for him to get it off unless it was unlocked.

He smiled and said, "I imagine you're surprised, but I'll explain everything as soon as you get ready. You can put your clothes in here." He walked across his room to a door in the corner.

Beto and I followed and as we did, I admired his room. It was as big as my living room and had a big screen TV, a large rack of DVDs and CDs, a stereo system, gaming system, small refrigerator, leather upholstered overstuffed furniture, tables and one of the biggest beds I've ever seen.

Connor pulled the closet door open and pointed at a row of empty hangers in the middle of an almost empty walk-in closet. "Just hang your clothes anywhere you want."

As we undressed, Beto said, "You sure don't have many clothes."

He laughed. "Nope. Other than my school uniforms, I don't need many since I don't wear clothes at home."

"Never?"

"Nope. Mother's orders, but I like it. You'll get used to it fast enough."

When we were naked, we followed Connor to his computer desk. From a drawer, he pulled out two plastic chastity devices like the ones Sam gave us. With regret in his voice, he said, "I'm sorry, but you'll have to wear these. I know you don't like them, but those are Mother's orders."

I looked at Beto and the expression of dread on his face was probably the same as mine. I sighed and said, "You're right and we don't like them. But if those are her orders, okay."

He shrugged. "Yeah, they are. Do you need help putting them on?"

Beto said, "No, we've done this before."

While we each put on a chastity device, Connor pulled out two pair of ankle cuffs, dropped to one knee and locked one pair around each of our ankles. I snapped the lock closed on the chastity and realized it was tight enough that I was sure I couldn't get it off. But I decided it could be worse and the chastity might be like Connor's. I could probably put up with his cuffs and chains, but I definitely didn't want to be in a chastity device like that.

Connor said, "Good, now you're ready.

I said, "Ready for what? Sam said we were going to help you with a problem. I don't see how. After all, we've only met twice."

"I know and I only have a general idea of what you'll have to do. Mother doesn't tell me everything she's planning. Let's sit down and I'll tell you what I do know and maybe we can figure it out."

Beto and I sat on the leather furniture, which wasn't comfortable because the leather felt cold and stuck to my skin. Connor went to a small refrigerator, pulled out three bottles of orange juice and gave one to each of us.

He sat down, opened his and said, "I'm glad you remembered the last times we met."

Beto said, "That would be pretty hard to forget."

Laughing, he said, "Yeah that physical exam was intense. Thanks for helping me. I didn't get a chance to tell you before you left. Needles give me the creeps and I faint every time I get a physical where they draw blood. A long time ago, I had deal with way too many needles for a long time and now I have this reaction to them. Anyway, the second time we met at that Pledge Violation hearing is when you started all this."

"Started what? How did we do that? I don't get it."

"Pledge Violation hearings happen several times a month. The Superior Mistress is a relative of Mother's and ever since I started puberty, she likes to have me watch what goes on. Acolyte 112-32 locks me into those iron stocks and puts me in that last cell to wait. When Superior Mistress comes out, I have to hobble out to the side of the room where Acolyte hooks the neck and wrist stocks to a chain and pulls it up tight to keep me in position. Until that last hearing, she treated me like I was her mascot and all I had to do was stand there and watch."

I said, "We remember all that, but what happened when you got that erection? Everyone acted like that was a big deal."

Connor nodded. "It was a big deal because I never got an erection at a hearing before. That's why all the women came over to examine it and ask me questions. Seeing you guys when Acolyte brought you out flipped a switch or something in me and I wanted to have sex with both of you so bad that I got an erection."

"But you had an erection at the clinic."

"Well sure, but everyone did. As part of the physical, we get drugs so we get them. Anyway, having that spontaneous erection at the hearing started all this. When the women came over and started handling me, I thought I was going to spurt because it felt so good. They even made Miss Dome do it even though she hates me and thinks my penis and scrotum are disgusting to the point where she doesn't want to touch me."

Beto said, "Yeah, we know. We dealt with her last Saturday. What's the deal with her?"

"She's fifteen and one of the granddaughters of Superior Mistress. She's in training to be a qualified mistress. Generally, girls can't start that sort of training until they're in their early twenties. Superior Mistress and her aids think she has a lot of natural talent and could be one of the best mistresses they've ever trained. The problem is that she can't stand touching us. One time, I actually saw her throw up when she did. She likes being naked in front of boys to tease us by showing off her body. When she gets a reaction like my erection, she tells boys how ugly we are and we'll never get a chance to touch her."

"That's weird, but it explains a lot. Is there some sort of big test coming up?"

"I think so. I overheard Mother and Superior Mistress talking about something like that, but they're having a hard time getting things set up. They can't find the right kind or number of people, or something. That's all I know. They don't talk about that stuff in front of me."

I said, "I understand more about this women's organization, or whatever it is, but I still don't see how we fit with you."

"Mother has tried to get me into videos with Sam for three years. But I can't. I've tried and I can never get an erection when people are watching and recording me. No matter what I do, nothing happens. I know I'm gay, but men don't turn me on. You guys do, though. It felt great to get an erection that way for the first time."

"Why don't you take one of those drugs that give you an erection? You were with groups of people there and it worked at the clinic."

"I know, but I can't. Mother won't let me take any drugs other than vaccinations. That goes clear back to when I was seven years old. It's a long story and I don't have time to tell you about it right now. Mother will be getting impatient soon."

"Okay, tell us later. We'd like to hear it."

"I will. Anyway, after Superior Mistress finished with that stupid coach, Acolyte unhooked my chain. But instead of taking me back to my cell the way he always did in the past, he made me follow Superior Mistress out."

"I wondered about that. You looked surprised."

"I was. Anytime something unexpected happens at a hearing that might affect me, I start to worry. Those hearings can be rough and I was afraid that I had done something wrong. It's hard for me to walk in those iron stocks, but they were patient and slowly led me into the next room where Mistress Olga was waiting."

Beto shivered and said, "We know her. Weren't you scared?"

"I was terrified. I've heard a lot of stories about what she's done and none of them need to be exaggerated." He tapped the links of the chastity belt. "She took this thing out of a box and with the help of Mother; they adjusted and locked it on me. Mistress Olga said it had been custom-made for me from the measurements of my body they took at the clinic. I've been in it ever since."

"But that was weeks ago. Do you wear it twenty-four seven?" He nodded and I asked, "But how do you take a leak? And with that strap between your butt cheeks, how can you take a dump?"

He tapped the front piece covering his genitals. "There's a plastic and rubber tube inside that my penis fits into so urine drains out the bottom. It's hard to get it dry after I pee, but I manage with a lot of toilet paper. As far as the other, I've always been regular and always have to go first thing in the morning. As soon as I get up, I meet Mother in my bathroom and she unlocks the belt and takes it off so I can use the toilet. Every so often, if I can't go right away, she gives me an enema to speed things up. Once I'm done, I can take a shower while Mother cleans and disinfects the belt. Then she gets in the shower with me and examines my penis and scrotum to be sure I don't have any sore spots."

I asked, "Your Mother gets in the shower with you? Doesn't she get wet?"

"Well, sure, but she's naked." Seeing my surprised look, Connor said, "Mother and Father are naturists and we go to a clothing optional resort about 100 miles south of here near the ocean."

Beto said, "Is that one of those places where you don't have to wear clothes unless you want to?"

When Connor nodded, I said, "I've heard of them, but I didn't know there was one around here."

"Yeah, we go a couple times a month. It's one of the advantages of living in California, I guess. Mother believes that spending time outside in the sun is healthy. So being naked with Mother in the shower is no big deal. After she examines me, she washes me from my waist to my thighs because she doesn't allow me to touch my genitals. Then she dries me off and puts the chastity back on until the next morning."

Beto said, "But when your Mother takes the chastity belt off, don't you get an erection?"

"No, and that's what's been worrying me. I'm afraid that wearing this thing so long has made it so I can't get one anymore." He looked us over and smiled. "But now that I've seen you guys again, I know I still can. I've gotten enough of one now that the chastity is making me uncomfortable. I hope that when I get this thing off, I can get a full erection even if I'm with a group of people or video cameras."

"So what's with the cuffs and chains?"

"After we got home from the hearing, Mother put the shackles on me. She calls them 'five point shackles' or just 'five-pointers.' Since then, I've worn them all the time at home and only get to take them off to go to school. She says it's a way of showing me that I need to be able to do what she expects of me."

I said, "You've been locked in them for weeks like the chastity?"

"Yeah, and it seems like forever. Mother has threatened to keep me in this chastity until I turn twenty-one and I don't think I can stand that. But once I can perform in videos, she says she'll take it off. She wants me to make videos before I get too old. Rich clients pay a lot for high quality videos of boys having sex, which is where the big money comes from. Mother says that when I get to be about sixteen or older, I'll lose my boy star quality."

"Now I think I have a good idea of what we'll have to do."

"I do, too. Mother said that since you were the only ones who've ever given me a spontaneous erection while I was in a group of people, she's sure that I'll get one with you. Once that happens, I'll be able to make videos with other boys. I sure hope so. I don't want to go back to wearing this thing again."

Beto and I looked at each other and nodded. I had already guessed that what we would have to do to help Connor would involve sex so I wasn't surprised and hoped that she wouldn't force Connor into it. From experience, I've learned that sex is better if everyone is willing. The first time I saw Connor I admired his body and hoped I might have sex with him. It looked like the time had arrived, but I still worried because Connor didn't know the details. But what would happen if he didn't get an erection?

Connor rapped the front of his chastity with his knuckles. "Please, you've got to help me get out of this thing. It's driving me nuts." He grinned and said, "And sitting here with you two is making it a whole lot worse. No wonder Mother wanted you locked up in chastity devices. If you weren't, I don't know what I'd do."

Beto said, "Well, we really don't have any choice. Sam said we had to do this so we'll do the best we can to help you. I hope your Mother isn't like Mistress Olga."

"No, not at all. She's a doctor and is pretty easy as long as you cooperate."

"That's a relief."

"You'll be fine. I'll call her so we can get started." He got up, went to an intercom next to the bed, pressed a button and said, "Mother, David and Beto are ready to help me."

Dr. Ryan answered, "Very good. Your father and I will be there shortly."

Conner came back and wiggled in between Beto and me on the couch, which was nice because we could press our bare skin against him from both sides. He said, "I need to warn you that Mother is disciplining Father so don't be surprised at what she might be doing."

Beto said, "What for?"

"I don't know. Mother never talks to me about their relationship. She keeps saying that it's not the right time for us to discuss that, but she won't tell me when the right time will be."

Someone knocked on the door and Connor said, "Come in Mother."

Chapter Forty-Three

The Boys are Surprised

When Connor�s father came in, I was shocked! It was Bear. How was that possible? Bear was so different from Connor.

He was locked into chrome plated five-point shackles like the ones he wore at the clinic and that Connor wore. Every few steps, Dr. Ryan smacked him sharply on his naked butt with a wooden paddle that had holes drilled in it. He grimaced as each stroke landed, but didn�t say anything.

As he walked, his gigantic penis that seemed to hang almost to his knees swung from side to side. When a thigh came forward, it pushed his enormous testicles to the side making them sway first to the left and then to the right.

When Connor stood up and bowed, we did the same. Dr. Ryan said, "To confirm: you are 35-03 and 35-04; the two boys who testified at a recent Pledge Violation hearing, is that correct?"

Beto and I said, "Yes Mistress."

"You will address me as �Doctor� at all times and you will be expected to follow orders without question. It is not necessary to use your number designation. You will use your given names of David and Beto unless told otherwise. Is that understood?"

Beto and I chorused, "Yes, Doctor."

"Connor indicated that you want to help with his problem. Is this the case?"

Beto and I said, "Yes, Doctor."

When Dr. Ryan pointed with her paddle at a low bench at the end of Connor�s bed, Bear silently walked over and sat down. Then she said, "Get in position, Connor." When Connor gave her a silent pleading look, she said, "This may be the last if your friends can help you perform as required. Now get in position. I�m not going to repeat myself again."

Connor gave us the same pleading look, sighed and then rearranged his shackles so he could bend over Bear�s knees with his bare butt in the air. When Bear spread his legs, the head of his penis almost touched the floor.

Dr. Ryan said, "Begin."

Bear spanked Connor with his bare hand, first on one cheek and then the other because the metal strap running from the front of his chastity divided his butt into two hemispheres. On the first crack of Bear�s hand against Connor�s bare skin, Connor screamed. By the third spank, he was sobbing wildly and wringing his hands together while tears poured down, dripping on the carpet.

Finally, Dr. Ryan said, "Enough."

Bear helped Connor to his feet and he limped over to us. When his mother couldn�t see him, he smiled a little, winked and whispered, "It�ll sting, but it doesn�t hurt. Make lots of noise."

It dawned on me what he meant and in spite of what Connor said, I almost panicked, worrying about how much it would hurt. Dr. Ryan pointed her paddle at me. "You�re next. Get over Bear�s knees."

Reluctantly, I slowly moved forward to receive my spanking. She slapped her paddle on her palm and said, "Move faster unless you want me to do the spanking."

With that as motivation, I hustled over and flopped over Bear�s thighs. The thick hair on his legs felt strange on my belly and chest. He patted my butt a couple of times and then gave me a quick, but thorough spanking. It did sting, but it wasn�t as bad as some I had gotten before. Following Connor�s lead, I screamed each time Bear hit my bare butt. I beat my fists on the carpet and made real tears gush from my eyes.

Bear helped me to my feet and then spanked Beto who kicked and made even more noise than I did. He helped Beto to his feet who then walked back to stand with Connor and me. Following Connor�s example, we shifted our weight from foot to foot to show Connor�s mother that our butts hurt.

Dr. Ryan said, "This is to impress upon you how important your help is and that I will accept nothing other than absolute obedience. Anything less will give me cause to punish you. Is that clear?"

We all said, "Yes, Doctor." Even Connor.

She handed a DVD to Connor. "Watch this, discuss it and then call me when you are done."

Connor said, "Yes, Mother."

She pointed at the door with her paddle and Bear got up from the bench and walked out. On every second or third step, she swatted him on his bare butt again. They closed the door after they went out.

Connor said, "C�mon, I�ve got something to help the stinging."

He led us into his bathroom that had both a large glass shower stall, a double sink and a bathtub. He opened the vanity and took out a spray can of sunburn treatment. "Turn around, bend over a little and I�ll do you guys first."

We leaned on the sink vanity and he sprayed our butts, cooling them until there was only a slight discomfort. I took the can and said, "I can do you now. Your butt doesn�t look too red, especially for being spanked every day for a week."

"Probably not. Bear knows how to spank and only hits me hard enough to make my butt red for a few hours. He�s never really spanked me hard enough to cause bruising. As long as I make lots of noise and look like I�m in serious pain, Mother is satisfied."

He put the can away after I finished spraying him, gave us each a soft, fluffy towel and took one for himself. As we went back into his room, he said, "Mother has been making Bear spank me all week but I�m not sure why. The sunburn spray helps a lot after he�s done."

Beto said, "Yeah, it does, but does your mother know you use it?"

"Oh, sure. She even buys it for me. If people cooperate, she�s not hard on them; me included."

"That makes sense – sort of."

"I know what you mean. You�ll understand better after you get to know Mother. The spanking is just to make a point; not to really punish us." He waved the DVD and said, "Let�s watch this. Sit on your towels. The leather upholstery is uncomfortable especially if your butt is sore."

We moved together and sat in a row on a couch in front of the big screen TV with Connor in the middle. I asked, "If Bear is your father, why don�t you look like him? I mean, you�re blond, but he has black hair. You don�t have any body hair and you sure didn�t inherit his giant penis."

Connor laughed. "I didn�t inherit anything from him. I�m adopted and don�t even know who my biological parents are. Mother thinks that since my hair is so light-colored and thin, I may never have much body hair. That�s fine with me because I don�t like the way those hairy guys I�ve seen on the web look. Since I started puberty, Mother takes me to a friend of hers who�s a dermatologist once a month and she removes any body hair that�s showing up with a laser."

"It would be handy not to shave all the time."

"Yeah, it is, but taking off all my hair will be a long process. Laser hair removal works best on dark hair. My pubic hair is darker than the hair on my legs and arms so that�s easy to remove, but the hair on my arms is almost white. I hope I don�t end up with a lot of hair on my body, especially on my back. I think that�s ugly and it would be a pain to shave."

I laughed and said, "Man, think about how big of job it would be if Bear ever wanted to get rid of his body hair."

Connor smiled. "It would be gigantic, but Mother wouldn�t allow it. Anyway, Bear likes it. I think Mother gives Bear shots or something to make his body hair grow."

"Um… Connor, this is sort of a personal question, but do your mother and father have any kids? I mean, Bear is so big, can they even have sex?"

"I don�t know and I�d never ask. That falls into the category of things Mother won�t talk about to me. I have no idea if there�s such a thing as having too big of a penis. When I tried to look it up on the web, I found as many sites said yes as sites that said no. I don�t think that will be a problem for me." He got up, grabbed a remote control, turned on his home theater system and put the DVD in.

Beto asked, "Do you know what this DVD is about?"

"No idea. We�ll just have to watch it to find out."

It opened with some credits that didn�t mean anything to me. After that, I was watching a very familiar scene. It was the video of Beto and me at Sam�s studio the first time. I watched in wonder as Beto and I performed. What was strange is that even though it was obviously Beto and me, it seemed like I was watching two strangers. I couldn�t connect with what was happening to the two boys on the screen with my life since then. Had Beto and I changed that much in a few months?

A professional had edited the video so it was a lot better than the amateur vids posted on the web. Also, there were views from different angles, not just from Sam�s camera. I didn�t see any other cameras because I was concentrating on what Beto and I had to do. Watching the video, it seemed as though Sam had at least four other cameras in the room.

We watched as Beto and I performed oral sex on each other in the stocks, us spanking the driver with the special paddles made by Mistress Olga, the contest where we had to open the box and were punished with anal dilators and testicular weights and finally when Beto and I learned to kiss each other. I smiled when I saw our first awkward attempts at kissing. The video ended with Beto and me voluntarily performing oral sex on each other.

As he watched the video, Connor squirmed on the couch, trying to adjust his chastity device to get some relief. When the video was over, he said, "That was amazing. At the end, it looked like you were having sex just for the fun of it."

I said, "Yeah, we were. We didn�t plan it that way, but it seemed like the thing to do at the time and we enjoyed it."

Beto said, "That was my first time I ever did oral sex on someone else. Sam and Lee forced me to do it, but by the end, they weren�t forcing me to do it with David."

With excitement and anticipation rising in his voice, Connor asked, "What was it like? You know, kissing another boy. Was it as much fun as it looked?"

Beto and I tried to explain what it was like, but didn�t make much progress telling Connor what we felt that first time. Impulsively, I sat up, put one hand on each of Connor�s cheeks, pulled him to me and kissed him. When he didn�t pull away, I drove my tongue into his mouth and almost crushed his lips with mine.

When we separated, he grinned and licked his lips. "Wow! That�s great."

"You�ve never kissed another boy?"

"No, never. But now I wish I�d started a long time ago."

Beto said, "My turn."

Connor leaned over and he and Beto had a long kissing session. When they broke apart, Connor said, "Wow again! That�s great, too. It was the same but it was different. I thought kissing was kissing, but I could tell each one of you does it your own way. Do you guys kiss a lot?"

I said, "Whenever we want to. It�s nice and relaxing especially when we sleep together."

"Yeah, I can see that it would be. The problem with kissing you guys is that this chastity is giving me a really bad time, if you know what I mean."

I reached down and tried to adjust my own chastity in order to give my erection some room, but didn�t have any luck. It was tightly trapped inside the plastic tube and I couldn�t do anything about it. From the look on Beto�s face, he wasn�t doing any better adjusting his to get some relief.

Connor said, "So that�s what kissing is like. What�s it like having someone�s penis in your mouth? Is it as good as kissing?"

I said, "It�s better. When I have Beto�s penis in my mouth, it feels like it fits like a plug in a socket. You know, like it belongs there and I want to leave it in as long as I can. What�s really cool is that I can feel Beto�s heartbeat if I keep my tongue pressed against the bottom of his penis. Then when he has an orgasm, it surges forward against the roof of my mouth. I don�t even mind swallowing his semen. It�s hot and sort of salty when it shoots into my mouth."

Connor asked Beto, "What�s it like for you?"

Beto frowned and thought for a short time. "I don�t like it at all."

Amazed, I sat up and stared at Beto across Connors bare chest. "You don�t? But you�ve had oral sex with me lots of times; with others, too."

"Yeah, I know. But I do because someone is making me and I don�t want to be punished or…" He paused for a few seconds, looked directly at me and then said. "Or because it�s you. That�s how can I tell you that… that… well, that I love you." Beto�s face had turned red as he said that, but I could tell he meant it. He said, "I wouldn�t do it with someone else just to have sex. Even with you, sometimes I just can�t do it and I feel sick. I�m sorry. I can tell you like doing it to me and I�d really like to do it in return, but I just can�t. When that happens though, I masturbate you. I know that having your penis in my mouth feels better than masturbation, but I hoped you wouldn�t mind me not doing it sometimes. I try to do it as often as I can to make you happy."

"Is that why you just masturbated me last weekend instead of having oral sex the way I did for you?"

When Beto nodded, I leaned across Connor, hooked both hands around the back of Beto�s neck and pulled him to me. His lips brushed mine and I said, "I love you Beto and I�m glad you love me. I�ll have sex with you anytime you want and anyway you want as long as you like it. And if you don�t want to have oral sex with me, that�s okay." I kissed him and he returned it with as much passion as I did.

Connor put his hand on my back and Beto�s and then ran his hands up and down as far as his five-point shackles would allow him to reach. He asked, "Are you guys gay?"

I said, "Honestly, I don�t know. The only sex we�ve ever had has been with other boys, but I want to have sex with a girl, too."

Beto said, "Yeah. Every time I see Miss Dome naked, I get an erection and wonder what it would be like to have sex with her or another girl."

I smiled and said, "Me, too, but until then I�ll have sex with Beto because we love each other." I pulled Beto to me again and we kissed again.

After a minute or so, Connor tapped us on our shoulders. "Are you guys making another video with me sitting between you as the audience? If you keep going, I�m going to blow up because you�re turning his chastity belt into a torture device."

We broke apart laughing. I said, "I understand." I spread my legs and lifted my chastity device. "If helping you means we can take these things off so we can use our equipment the way it wants us to right now, we�ll make a video that that includes you in an instant. If you want to, that is."

"Do I want to? Unless we do something drastic, I�m going to lose it if I stay in this chastity much longer. I suppose you feel the same, Beto." He nodded and Connor said, "It�s obvious what Mother wants you guys to do to help me."

I said, "Yeah it is. Are you really sure you want to have sex with us? Beto and I enjoy having sex with each other because no one is making us do it and we can do whatever we want. If I�m forced, I can do it, but it�s nowhere near as much fun."

Beto said, "That how I feel, too. But David and I have been together since I moved here. You don�t know us at all. Are you really ready, especially for both of us?"

Connor pulled on his chastity device, kissed Beto and me and then said, "I�m as ready as I can possibly get. I�m sure I can do it with you guys even if the whole world is watching. All I have to do is call Mother and tell her. Then we can get going with whatever she wants us to do."

He wriggled his way out from between us, got to his feet, went to the intercom and said, "Mother, we�ve watched and discussed the video. David and Beto are ready to do what you want so I can get out of this chastity device."

Dr. Ryan said, "Very well. We will meet you in the guest bedroom."

"Yes Mother. We�ll be right there."

Connor stepped away from the intercom and said, "We? That�s strange. She always says it�s either just her or her and Bear. It sounds like there�ll be more than Mother and Bear there. Who could that be?" He shrugged and said, "There�s only one way to find out. Follow me, it�s this way."

Chapter Forty-Four

The Boys Solve Connor's problem

"Yes, Mother. This time I'm looking forward to it."

"Very good. " She pointed the paddle at Beto and me. "And you two. Are you prepared to assist Connor?"

"Yes, Dr. Ryan," we said together.

"Mistress Samantha and Miss Lee told me that you have made some very popular videos that clients have paid a great deal of money to acquire. I expect that you will use that experience to make this a successful shoot so that Connor may begin a career as a boy actor before he gets too old."

Handing a ring of keys to Bear she said, "Release Connor's chastity."

Bear turned Connor around, unlocked the complicated closure mechanism in the middle of Connor's back and helped him remove the belt. It left deep angry, red intentions in his smooth skin, but I couldn't see anything that looked an open sore. As the belt came off, the black circular end of a rectal dilator was nestled between Connor's butt cheeks. Did have to have that in all the time he wore the chastity?

Connor stretched his penis out several times and rolled his testicles around in their scrotum. "Thank you, Mother. Thank you, Bear. That feels better already."

"I'm sure it does. However, if you can't perform, it goes back on. Do you understand?"

Connor shivered and said, "Yes, Mother. I'm sure I can do it this time." He nodded at us. "We talked it over and Beto and David will help me."

Pointing to the bed with her paddle she said, "We shall see. Lie in the middle and spread wide. Bear, use the leather cuffs."

Connor sat on the edge of the bed, slid on his butt to the middle and opened his arms and legs as wide as the shackles would let him. Bear lifted the corner of the bedspread and pulled out a bundle of straps, chains and rope that were attached permanently to the bedframe. As Bear sorted through the restraints, I wondered how often they were used and by whom. Did Sam shoot videos in this room?

Bear pulled a thick leather strap with a padded cuff on the end from each corner of the bed. When he was finished, Dr. Ryan gave him a small ring of keys and one limb at a time, he unlocked the five-point shackles Connor wore. As soon as each limb was free, he strapped a leather cuff on it. Connor was never completely free at any time and I wondered if that had any significance.

Dr. Ryan walked around the bed pulling on the straps attached to the cuffs. "These have to be much tighter."

With Dr. Ryan following him, Bear circled the bed tugging on straps until Connor began to groan. Dr. Ryan said, "Better. Now remove the chastity devices from the boys."

As Bear gently removed our chastity devices, Beto and I let out a huge sigh of relief. I looked down at Beto and saw that he was partly erect, but I didn't even have the start of an erection.

Sam and Lee had arranged their equipment so five cameras surrounded the bed. One at each corner and one on a pole attached to a tripod that looked down on the bed. Lee carried a hand-held camera and was fiddling with the lens. Sam adjusted the lights so there were no shadows.

Taking the paddle from Dr. Ryan, Sam said, "If I may, I'd like to borrow this in case corrections and incentives need to be made." She swung the paddle, making it whistle through the air. "35-04, crawl up there between Connor's legs and lick his scrotum and suck it into your mouth."

Beto said, "Yes, Mistress Sam." He sprawled over the end of the bed, slid between Connor's widely split legs and buried his face in Connor's crotch. When he started to work on Connor's scrotum, his feet and legs extended beyond the end of the bed. I could see him clench the muscles under the clear skin of his small butt cheeks, which excited me and I started to get an erection.

"All right 35-03, get on the bed, kneel next to Connor's hips and start sucking him off."

"Yes Mistress Sam." I crawled across the bed until I could get Connor's soft penis in my mouth. As soon as I closed my lips around his penis and he felt the warm, damp cave of my mouth, I felt his penis getting growing larger. I let out a sigh of relief because it looked like this was going to work. I

D been was afraid of what might happen if Beto and I couldn't have sex with Connor. To be certain things were going to work out, I concentrated on giving Connor as much pleasure as I could. I knew what Beto liked and I tried those things on Connor. Based on how much he squirmed on the bed and moaned, he liked them too. He got a full erection and I got the satisfying, full feeling that told me his penis belonged in my mouth. I ran my tongue around the head, producing a long, enthusiastic moan from him and making him raise his hips, forcing his penis deeper into my mouth.

To keep from choking, I backed away, but caught the ridge of the head of his penis with my top and bottom lips then drove my tongue into his urethra slit in the middle. Connor let out a scream from between his teeth and probably would have levitated straight up if he hadn't been strapped down. I had a hard time maintaining control of his penis so it would stay where it belonged as he trashed on the bed.

Sam slapped my butt with her paddle. "Pay attention. When he has his orgasm, don't swallow. Hold his semen in your mouth."

I didn't reply and I probably should have, but I didn't want to interrupt what I was doing to Connor. I kept working, making Connor moan and bounce on the bed while he strained against the leather straps holding him. Now I knew why Dr. Bryant had Bear tighten up Connor's bonds. If he hadn't, we probably would have had to scrape him off the ceiling.

Connor filled the room with a full-throated scream when he had his orgasm. I had to hold onto his hips with both hands to keep his penis in my mouth. He fired off six or eight huge shots of semen that burst against the roof of my mouth and I had to tip my head so they wouldn't go down my throat.

When he stopped, gasping for breath, Sam said, "Now kiss him and give him his own semen."

I heard a crack of wood on bare skin. Lee asked, "Did anyone tell you to stop licking his scrotum?"

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

I was afraid to look and I assumed Beto went back to his job since I didn't hear any more spanks. As I fell across Connor's chest and put my lips on his, he was still trying to catch his breath. He managed to moan and let me push my tongue between his teeth, carrying his semen with it. We kissed for several minutes exchanging his semen and saliva until we probably looked like we were giving each other sloppy CPR.

Sam said, "That's enough. Bear, clean them up."

When I looked up, Bear wiped my face and Connor's with a damp towel.

Sam pointed with her paddle and said, "All right, change places. 35-03, get down here and take the place of 35-04. It looks like he has it all juiced up for you."

I slid back across the bed and stood at the side. When I did, I saw that Connor still had an erection and a look of ecstasy and happy anticipation on his face. Beto crawled up on the bed and knelt next to Connor. When Beto took Connor's penis into his mouth, Connor announced it with a shuddering groan. I smiled because it sounded like Connor was headed for another huge orgasm, which should make Dr. Ryan and Sam happy.

Crawling across the bed to get my face between Connor's legs I saw that he had the two-inch [5 cm] sized rectal dilator in and wondered how long it took him to get it through his sphincter. Before Mistress Sam could spank me, I extended my tongue and licked his scrotum with as much pressure as I could apply.

Listening to Connor as Beto worked on him made me smile, but I didn't let interrupt what I was doing. I stroked his scrotum with my tongue and sucked each testicle, one at a time into my mouth and squeezed them between my cheeks. With all the noise and jumping around Connor was doing, I wondered if he even noticed.

Connor screamed as he had his orgasm and bounced his hips all over, making it difficult to keep my mouth on his scrotum, but I managed. I felt the bed move as Beto moved so he could kiss Connor. I wanted to watch, but I concentrated on my job so I wouldn't be spanked.

A short time later, Sam said, "Okay, that should be good. 35-03 and 35-stand beside the bed in 'Present' postion."

Dr. Rayan said, "You've done well, Connor. It's too bad you couldn't have started years soon, but there's still a market for someone your age with your looks."

Sam said, "That certainly true. Now let's see how they do on their own. Lee, set the cameras up and let me know when you're ready."

Lee nodded and began moving and adjusting the cameras, but I couldn't figure out what she was trying to do.

To us, Sam said, "Here are your instructions and I'll say them once. We are going to leave and when we do, you are to release 10-73, let him turn over and then strap him to the bed again." She pointed at a nightstand next to the bed. "Pull the straps as tight as you can and then open the top drawer and use everything you find in there. Lee is setting the cameras to run continuously so we will have a record of what you did. 35-03 and 35-04, based on your experience, you will have no trouble figuring out what you are expected to do. If you do well, you will receive a reward. If not, there will be consequences. Also, if the video is good enough, it will be put up for sale, and you will receive royalties for it."

She and Lee and Connor's parents walked to the door. As Sam closed the door, she said, "Begin now."

Beto and I each unbuckled one of the straps on Connor's ankles and then released his wrists. He rolled off the bed to his feet, flexed his arms and did some knee-bends.

With a huge grin, he hugged and kissed me. Then he ran around the end of the bed and did the same to Beto. He said, "That was amazing! Thank you, David. Thank you, Beto. Is it like this when you and David have sex?"

I said, "Yeah, it is, but it's not as noisy." Connor laughed. "But when we have to do it with others around it's not as much fun."

Connor frowned a little. "I understand. That's probably why I couldn't do anything before because there were people watching. Especially people who were strangers. We need to talk about it later. Mother gets impatient quickly and we'd better start." He sat on the bed, rolled to the middle, turned facedown and extended his arms and legs. "Okay, go ahead."

Beto and I connected the cuffs to his ankles and wrists and pulled the straps up tight. I opened the drawer and on top were three perforated ball gags. Their use was obvious so I gave one to Beto and took the other two.

I crawled across the bed and when Connor opened his mouth, I put the ball gag in and secured the straps behind his head. Then Beto and I strapped ball gags on each other. The next items in the drawer were a roll of paper towels and the plastic storage case for anal dilators with the two-inch [5 cm] dilator missing. I tore off a few paper towels, crawled over to Connor and reached for the dilator buried in the canyon between his butt cheeks.

That dilator was enormous. I'd managed to get the inch and three-quarter [4½ cm] size in after a lot of effort and pain. But when I tried to put the two-inch [5 cm] on in, it hurt so much that I had to give up. Wearing that all the time would be bad.

I grabbed the flared end and began to gently work it out. Most of it slid out without much effort but I stopped when I reached the point where I had to pull the l flared end out.

Connor looked back over his shoulder and nodded. Through the ball gag, he mumbled, "Pull."

Gripping the slippery plastic with a paper towel, I pulled it firmly and it came out. Connor squirmed on the bed, yelped a little and let his head drop onto the bedspread. His relief at having it removed was obvious.

As I cleaned off the dilator, I saw Connor's anus gaping open just as Tommy's had. It was closing, but not very fast. Would wearing a large butt plug stretch the muscles so much that it wouldn't close all the way anymore. That would be bad

At the bottom of the drawer were two condoms and a tube of lubricating jelly. It was obvious what we had to do and I tapped my chest to tell Beto that I'd go first. I'd done it with Tommy before so I was confident that I could do it again successfully. I took the condoms out and gave one to Beto. I set mine on the bedside table, took the cap off the lube, squeezed a generous dollop between Connor's cheeks and then spread it around. His anal muscle was still not closed so I figured I could get in him without any trouble and not need too much lube.

When I started to tear the condom package open, I was surprised that Beto began to stroke my penis. I was only partly erect and nodded thanks for his help. By the time I got the package open, I had enough of an erection that I could unroll the condom down my penis.

I crawled over the bed and sat on Connor's thighs, but didn't try to insert my penis. Using my hands, I massaged Connor's shoulders and neck and ran my fingers through his hair making him look back at me with satisfaction showing in his eyes. I wished I didn't have the ball gag in so I could kiss him, but I'm sure he knew I was substituting the massage for a kiss.

Sliding back toward his feet so my hips were behind his butt, I kept running my hands over his body. I got up on my knees and looked over the situation. He was helplessly strapped to the bed so I had complete control and I could do anything I wanted with his naked body. With that thought, I got a full erection. I reached down, held my penis in one hand and guided it in. When I did it to Tommy, he was bent over and I could see his anus so it was easy to push my penis into his body. This time, Connor's anus was somewhat hidden between his butt cheeks and I had to probe around to find the opening.

When I felt his still-open rectum with the head of my penis, I drove it in with one thrust. Then I backed out and then using all my weight, slammed it in again and again with increasing force until the skin on my belly was making loud smacks against Connor's butt.

Connor grunted when I went into him, but as I speeded up, his vocalizations changed to short, high moans each time my hips smacked his butt. As I increased my efforts, Connor and I bounced higher and higher on the bed, which made me put even more energy into it, trying to see if I could get more of a reaction. I wanted to give Sam a good video and show Connor's mother what we could do together. He must have gotten the idea because he yelped more and even forced screams thought the gag. Not to be outdone, I sent my moans up higher and higher and then let a full-throated scream go that was only partly muffled by the gag when I had my orgasm.

Gasping for air through the gag I collapsed on top of Connor pressing my bare chest against his back and rubbing his head and face with my hands. When I caught my breath, I rolled off Connor and looked at Beto.

The ball gag in his mouth didn't hide his look of amazement. I nodded, reached over, took his hand and pulled him onto the bed. He had an erection and had already rolled the condom down his penis. Since it was so hard to talk around the ball gag, I got up and moved him around so he was in the right position behind Connor. As I did, Connor looked over his shoulder and nodded vigorously Beto.

When Beto put his penis between Connor's cheeks, I guided it in. Beto dropped onto Connor's butt driving it all the way in. I encouraged Beto with hand and arm motions and he began thrusting his hips. Just like me, he increased his speed and force and made a lot of noise at the same time. He gave a high-pitched scream when he had his orgasm.