Scrub aka Simon

Simon's Unfinisheds

David's Kids

David and I continued to have fun together about three nights a week while David fulfilled his marriage commitments once a week or so. however. they had a second kid some three years later - another boy but their marriage steadily broke up. There was always friction between David and his wife and when the oldest was 14, the wife left him for another man. She made it quite clear that she did not want anything to do with the kids. The rest of the family moved in with me.

Within a year David has lost all contact with his wife and discussed with me about the kids upbringing. he did not want to live at home but wanted to travel the world. He persuaded me (I did not need much persuasion) to take on the kids and adoption papers were signed. the kids weren't happy about this as they knew me to be very strict adult who did not fail to punish their backsides when they had done wrong. They had no idea, although I think David did, that I was sexually turned on by punishing them. My form of sex is very sadistic and indeed I much prefer to humiliate and hurt than to have physical sex with the other person. David had continued to receive my punishments and from time to time I would even make him strip off in front of his own kids and I might even cane him in front of them. he did not like this at all which I enjoyed all the more.

Just to finish up on David. he thought he was going globe trotting; however, I had other ideas his first port of call was a small country in Africa where he was met by a friend of mine whom David thought was going just to show him a good time. However the man, who like me is a sadist but unlike me who likes men of David's age as slaves. The man picked him up and took him to a slave camp the man concerned was a 6 ft 4 [1.90 m] black African and I had chosen him carefully. he was exactly the sort of man at that David disliked and didn't turn him on at all. this friend of mine and I exchange regular e-mails with photographs to show how his training was getting on. These contain many photographs selected to show the kids what was happening to him and he could show David what was happening to his sons. This meant that I heard nothing to fear from David either while he was being trained or afterwards when he was fully tried and might return to the UK to embarrass both him and his kids even more.

However turning to the kids, they had been going to a fee paying boarding school and, while this had been convenient. while David was with me I now wanted to them to myself.

And I need to explain that I am a teacher who is spent his time tutoring individual kids and teaching at a remedial school which is ideal for me as the headmaster has my interests as well and we are able to exploit the pupils. David's sons had gone to a Catholic boarding-school. I went to collect them and arrived in the early afternoon. I saw the headmaster and said that I wanted to take the boys with you but since they were not going to continue at his school, if he can use their uniforms, I saw no reason to take them with me the boys were told to change into their PE kit and report to the headmaster. They had no idea that I was around and you could have seen their faces when they arrived at the headmaster's study.

They looked delightful in the kit. They are both blonde and blue eyed - typically the Scandinavian type of kid. The PE uniform all short and singlet and plimsolls - nothing else.

Practical Schooling

My Fagmaster at school was eighteen years old when I arrived as a small shy uneducated lad of twelve and a half. I knew nothing about sex of any sort as my Catholic Prep school considered that was something that they should not include in the curriculum. I don't know if they expected our parents to instruct us on such matters or we would suddenly know everything!

I don't know to this day how he knew what was behind this exterior. He could obviously have seen my outside, which I now know was just right to make any boy lover drool. My inner self was a perverse bully or at least it soon became under his training and encouragement. Another new boy was the cousin of my FM (as I called my fagmaster.) Apparently he had become an orphan a year before and had come to live with my fagmaster and his father. This youngster David's family had all the money which he would inherit when he was twenty one until then FM's father could get a lot for his "keep" by looking after him. He travelled a lot and made it clear to his son then when he was away he was in charge with full parental rights! He also explained to his son that he was not interested in complaints of any sort from the boy. I don't know how he dealt with the school but they never interfered on David's behalf. Some of the seniors had their own study /bedroom others shared. FM shared with another lad who had David as his fag. In practice where the seniors shared studies they also shared fags. This meant that the two fags could work together and make the work easier. However in our case David had to do both our work!

David had arrived in a grey flannel suit just as we all wore except his was with shorts! They looked as if he had worn them for a couple of years as the were very small on him. Although he was the only boy in shorts he stayed that way throughout his time at the school. Indeed he was called "short Pants" by all the boys -even the prefects and often by the adults.

On the first evening all boys had an hour with their fagmasters whose job was to answer the youngsters' questions! The questions I had answered were not those envisaged by the staff! First all four of us were in the small study. The two seniors were sitting on comfortable chairs and I was given one but SP was made to stand. First FM told him to strip. As he took off each item, he had to fold it neatly and place it in front of him on the floor.

He then had to turn with his hands held above his head so we could all see him front and back. At FM's suggestion we also fondled him! He backside showed evidence of a recent caning and FM explained, "Last night, I thought I should remind him in the way he understands that he is to do whatever he is told while here!" I was fascinated by his prick. Unlike me, he was uncircumcised and it was the first I had seen. Although he was only six months old that me, he was better developed and had quite a bit of hair unlike my four stands!

His cock was rock hard and this was helped by a white ribbon tied in a row tightly round its base. This was the only item he didn't remove! FM turned to SP and said "This youngster is my fag and as part of his duties he will watch over you. He will have the next bed in the dormitory to yours and will share a desk for all classes. You will have to ask his permission for anything you would normally have asked me or my father – unless I am around. He has as much power over you as we do or indeed your own fagmaster does. He will punish you whenever he feels it desirable with or without reason. He can give you a full formal punishment here or elsewhere. You may not even think about goes to the toilet without one of our permissions. As at home t pee you will take you shorts right off and put then as far away from the urinal as they can go within the toilet. You will clasp your hands behind your neck and pee. If you have permission you may jump up and down to shake off any surplus liquid. You will await permission or the bell for resumption of classes or the meal before approaching your shorts and putting them back on. You will naturally avoid touching yourself down there or the ribbon. If your prick comes, or is pulled out of your shorts you will wait for someone to replace it. You will then thank them by doing WHATEVER they ask.

"Now you are due for another caning – You know why?"

"No Sir."

"When we in the carriage with the other passenger asleep and I told you to strip off completely and rub your thing on the seat until you came. You did all that but when he woke up you stopped without permission. I know the man punished you but you disobeyed my standing instructions. (FM explained to me later that it was a put up job and he knew the man.)

I was showed how to milk the boy, who came quite quickly and copiously although he had come not so long ago on the train. I was then told to give him 8 with the cane. I had to repeat most of them before they were accepted as "good hard strokes."

A couple of hours we, the juniors, went to bed. We undressed in a changing room downstairs , put our clothes in a locker and in pyjamas and dressing gown carrying running shorts (no singlet) wearing PE white shoes went to our large dormitory where some 30 juniors and one senior would sleep. There was a bed for each of us and a sort of cross between a stool and open cupboard. We could have one framed photograph and one book on the shelf. Other than that and what we had with us we were allowed NOTHING – not even a diary.

The Dormitory monitor was a prefect who had volunteered for the job. You can imagine his reasons! He came up with us to see us to bed the first night but normally he would not visit us until he was ready for bed himself some two hours later than us which gave us two unsupervised hours. I cannot remember anyone visiting us unless they wanted to share in our fun and games! The dormitory monitor expected to find a boy waiting for him in his bed – This was usually SP as the youth wanted hard sex!

Anyhow that first evening I realised that I could establish my position as high in the pecking order if I used SP as a slave. Indeed the further I went the higher my position. I made him leave his dressing gown downstairs so everyone could see his pink girl pyjamas -with the legs cut short. They were some silky material and contrasted with the stripped flannel pyjamas that we wore. Once the monitor had left I ordered him to lie on the top of his covers. I pulled out his pyjama cord and tied his wrists together behind his back. He then had to walk round the dormitory and introduce himself to each of the other boys if he didn't know their names he had to kiss either their pricks or their arses as they preferred. Whether he got the name right or otherwise they could examine him in detail and give him up to six spanks by hand!

After this he was allowed to go to bed but I took off his pyjama trousers which he had been trailing around the room and "were now dirty." They were thin and I was able to tear the fly opening right round to the back! He only had two pairs and when he got the other pair I did the same things to them but I removed the buttons on the top half as well! He still had to sleep on the top of the covers and always with his wrists tied behind his back.

I HAD established my high position in the pecking order of my year but I needed to extend this to the older boys and anyhow I enjoyed bullying him.

Every morning we got out of bed and put on our shorts and , singlet and gym shoes and went for a short run. It was short (about a mile) but we considered it anything but! After this we lined up naked for a turn under the cold shower outside the door to the school then we put our gym clothes back on and reported to our fagmasters who would usually want us to collect hot water for them to shave. Only then would be we allowed to dress normally. In the case of SP I made gradual changes to this routine. As you remember he had no singlet to wear. The shorts he wore were originally reasonably normal but made on a thin muslin and too small but by the end of his first term they were also rather torn and very revealing!

However, I am getting ahead of my tale. On that first morning we ran in a group as we didn't know the route being led by the dormitory monitor. As soon as we had left the building, I said to SP "If you want to use the lavatory today, in either way, you will start to pee in your shorts before I count to ten." He started to argue but I just started, " One, Two�"

Once he had started I told him to stop then I made sure that a lot of our form mates saw what was going on. Then he had to start and stop to my command. After his shower he had to put back on the wet shorts. When we got upstairs FM was very amused but let him put his ordinary shorts on top of the rung out (but unwashed) pair of PE shorts. However I am getting in front of myself or rather my story.

Chapter 2 – The next few Days

It was a gradual training exercise as far as I was concerned. There were many other exciting things happening to me and around me. I realised that my domination of SP put me in a good light with the other boys but I was in no hurry to exploit him. My classes demanded my full attention and I seldom bothered even to undo his fly buttons. I made sure that the rest of my form knew they could have fun at short pant's expense after they checked with me and they made full use of this. I made sure however that they knew that SP wasn't to touch himself "down there."

On the next

The Nasty Boy

John was a weekly boarder although he only lived thirty miles away. We had a lot of fun with other boys in our form but we were not really interested in much younger lads. However, with those in our form the sky was the limit. There was usually a sexual element in what we did (at least that is what I would say as an adult.) We knew exactly which of our form could

• cum and were proud of it
• cum but regarded it as a shameful secret
• could just produce a drop or two which we could make fun of
• could not yet cum and regarded it as a shameful secret
• could not yet cum and were looking forward to the time when they caught us up
• could not yet cum and were not interested.

• to come to school in shorts and/or without underwear
• could be stripped semi publicly and played with
• could be played with but only in comparative privacy.

However, the real fun was when we visited his uncle's home. I was always a welcome guest and his uncle encouraged our friendship. I gradually increased the number of visits I made there until my mother said, "I think your friend is a weekly boarder and you are a weekend one!" She was not being unkind and was only too happy that I had such a good friend. I think that my parents also liked the weekends to themselves.

Sometimes we took another pupil with us. While we enjoyed this very much the poor other visitor would not! Usually he had to save his clothes by being completely nude the whole time.

My uncle would often organise a number of friends to call in and to be introduced to the naked lad but this would be only the beginning of his training. If the boy should get an erection, he would need punishing and maybe milking. There would always be other equally good reasons to punish him. The man kept a file on each boy with a huge selection of photographs, videos and other documents. The boy would know this and realise that if he stepped out of line or tried to give information to the authorities that these documents would end up in various embarrassing places. No boy ever took the risk.

We didn't always bring a boy with us. Indeed, we felt that we needed to do so from time to time to keep the man happy. He had a curious household. He was a doctor who did research rather than

To the Staff

I thought I should explain why I was sent here and what happened en route as you might tell the authorities and find me a place where I will not be so bullied. It is not pleasant writing it but I need to clear the air.

Six months ago my mother remarried and I joined the household, which gave me three older stepbrothers, one younger and a stepfather. My so-called mother is not my real mother but she agreed to look after me when my real father married her. Their marriage lasted just 18 months and my father left us when I was 12. My mother hated me as she seems to have considered the marriage break up all my fault and I made it much more difficult for her to find a new man.

When she remarried by new stepfather I shared the youngest boy's bedroom. It was small and I had to sleep on the floor. Nevertheless he still wanted the room to himself and made up all sorts of stories about me being queer and trying to rape him.

Everyone believed him and were horrid to me. I was only allowed upstairs with my hands handcuffed behind my back and when the youngster wanted to undress he would blindfold me. I was then raped but I am not sure who did it but I think all my stepbrothers took it in turns and I know my stepfather did me when my mother had her period. She would watch and joke with him – they didn't even blindfold me.

I tried to run away but didn't get very far. I was sentenced by my stepfather to 6 of the best from him every day until I had learnt my lesson. He would invite his sons to give me extra too. My mother usually watched! I was also not allowed any clothes in the house so I couldn't run away unless I did it stackers. My brothers often had schoolmates sleeping over. I had to service them and naturally it got round the school. It was my youngest stepbrother who decided that I should be shaved down there, as he was jealous of my larger bush! He also liked making me drink his pee before I sucked him off.

About three months ago I had to start earning money by posing for photographic friend of my stepfather. These have steadily got more and more pornographic and often involve other people – but I was always the slave. Naturally my stepfather kept all the money indeed I don't know how much it was but it enabled him to stop working! Any beating I received during these sessions was in addition to the punishment I got for hurting my little brother.

Something of what went on got out to the teachers at school and I was expelled as a bad influence on the other pupils so my stepfather sent me here!

I would love it if you get get my stepfamily to be students here!!!!

I will expand on anything that anyone asks me.

The Isolated Boy

As a kid I was always at a disadvantage when with other boys. I was the smallest in my form which would have been bad enough but I was no good at the normal sports which made things ten times worse. There was something else which made it virtually impossible for me to fit in. I was clever! I would come first in the class in most subjects without even trying.

If my form mates were not going to be friendly, I would show them how clever I was and how stupid they were. Amongst twelve year olds this behaviour is just not acceptable so my peers picked on me. What else was I to do other than telling the teachers what was happening! We were all boarders so there was no one else to discuss the situation with! In my case this was particularly true as it was 1944 and my father was serving His Majesty in the Royal Air Force and my mother – well I didn't even know who she was! There were a few distant relations but I really only knew them by the mostly unsuitable presents they sent me for my birthdays and Christmas. The school was for the boys of serving officers and I stayed there during the holidays as did about half the other kids. I was one of the older lads but was not made a prefect or given any responsibilities as were nearly all the others in my form. I now realise as the teachers must have done then that I would have just abused the privileges.

Then almost at the end of the war my father was shot down and died in the wreckage. I still remember the headmaster telling me but it was not so bad as I hardly knew my father as he had been in North Africa and then in Italy – It was not the time for Continental Holidays! I soon realised, as the headmaster questioned me, that I did not want to live with my elderly relatives. Anyhow I was due to go to a boarding secondary school at twelve and a half which was in three months time. He agreed that I could stay at the school for the holidays.

He worked very hard on my behalf as the end of that term I got a scholarship to a minor public school. It was minor both in its status and in its size. I was not so much unset at the loss of my father but at having no friends who would go to the new school with me. The fact that I really had no friends anyhow escaped me!

I don't know why but all of this somehow led to me becoming a bed wetter. A doctor friend of my adult years explained it all to me but all I knew is that I could have avoided it but I would just lie in bed in the early morning and think "I will show them." By the time I was due to start at the new school I was a regular bed wetter.

English Public School

I went to the new school not expecting to have to make any changes in my life. How wrong I was!

As was quite usual at that time new boys and prefects started school three days before the rest of the boys. This was for the teachers, or rather masters as many public schools called them, to conduct a sort of initiation. Each new boy was attached to a master who could spend the whole, or as much as he wished, with the lad.

The headmaster was closeted with the prefects and was not to be disturbed, however he was so unapproachable by the boys and I suspect the masters that no one would approach him anyhow.

There were few new boys and my housemaster allocated himself to me. He already had copious notes on me from the previous school and the pastor there. He gave them to me to read and left me to study them with the command to make a list of my bad points and any good points that I had and any comments on them that I wished to make.

"I will read what you have written and consider it but I am not interested in any verbal comments you might make so don't waste you breath."

I completed my task and sat there waiting for him to look at me. I put up my hard but he\was not looking at me so that was useless. Eventually I coughed quietly. He said, "Don't interrupt my thought processes, if you have finished check it carefully and then wait for me."

I tremulously replied, "I have done it and checked it through."

He got to his feet. ('Gosh! He was huge,' I thought.) He came over to me and glanced at my work. I waited expected his praise. "Badly scribbled, badly constructed, badly thought out and far too short. I was told you were not stupid," was his comment as he tore it up and threw it on the fire, "Now do a proper job."

He gave me more paper before returning to his chair. I was nearly in tears as it was I had done the best that I could and he hadn't even read it carefully! However, eventually, I got back to work. My next two versions got similar treatment done. It was then time for the evening meal and bed. I had started when I arrived after lunch and had worked solidly and it seemed to me pointlessly until about 7pm.

The last thing he said to me that evening was, "I strongly recommend to you that you do not wet yourself tonight, as you will be very severely punished. I will be waking you up throughout the night to go to the lavatory."

He then took me into the dining room to eat. We new boys sat at one table the prefects at another and the masters the staff at a distant 'top table.'

We, the new boys, stated to jabbed away after all we were all in this together and we wanted to know who the others were. "Silence!" came the command from the top table, and silence there was. "You Nasties may not speak together until the other boys arrive. As a new boy, you are a 'Nastie' and you have no rights."

After our silent meal, the food may have been good but our unanswered questions quite spoilt the taste, we were sent to our houses to go to bed. A prefect went with us to the dormitory and insured that the silence continued. He even slept in the room behind a screen!

Every time I had got to sleep the housemaster seemed to come in. He made enough noise not only to wake me up but also the other Nasties. I would have to get up accompany him to the lavatory and he would check the bulky nappy he put on me the first time in steady of the regulation pyjamas. It was always dry. He then took me back to bed. If I had any hope of the others not seeing what I was wearing the fact he always turned on the main lights dispelled that.

The next morning after a three mile early morning run – I was last back as you would have expected – we had to queue up for naked cold bath under the eagle eye of a prefect . He had to get completely under the water even our heads. Then another silent meal before we resumed with our temporary mentors.

He went through the previous day's final document which was already covered with red corrections. The only thing that was left on the positive side was my intelligence. He explained that it would be the cause of great unpopularity and to ensure that I still worked all my class marks and tests would have 10% deducted before being posted on the notice board or announced to the class. Moreover I would still be expected to do my best as if I came in the last three in the weekly term order in any subject I would be caned as severely as the other defaulters! He explained that while truthfulness and openness were considered good traits outside school in school tale bearing was unacceptable and I would be given twelve of the best if I committed this crime whatever pressures\were put on me by the staff or prefects.

He went on to turn many other of my beliefs on their heads. I largely accepted what he said as he was my new housemaster and in control of my life so the next six or so years.

After a while, he gave himself a break as he made me make a copperplate version of my corrected failings. It was a frightening document no a single positive only negatives so half the page was clearly blank other than its headings and very visible.

There was a knock at the door and the school doctor came in.

"I want you to give this lad a complete physical to see if there is any valid reason for him to be so poor at sports and to advise me on how to rectify this. He is also very undeveloped for his age. Can you check if he is into puberty as all the other youngsters here are? I will wait and make notes for you."

The doctor turned to me, "Now boy, I'm sorry I don't know your name. What should I call you?"

"Richardson," I replied.

"Now, I am not a teacher. I am your doctor while you are here. My name is David. What is your first name or nickname if you would prefer?"

He was the first person to be nice to me since I had arrived here and my heart went out to him. "I don't really have a nickname that I like. The boys at my previous school called me 'Useless' because I was so bad at sports. My real name is Simon."

I saw out of the corner of my eye that the headmaster was making copious notes but ignored him. I seem to have found a friend.

The doctor said, "First tell be about yourself, your likes and dislikes and cts of life tras much about your medical history as you can."

I revealed everything about myself as he prompted me carefully.

"Now I need you to undress completely so I can continue my examination. Yes! Everything please Simon. Good. Now stand up properly so I can examine you in detail."

So the examination went on and on.

After the doctor had left the PT (physical training) teacher arrived - he was a teacher not a qualified master. He and my housemaster worked out on horrendous programme to get me fit and to be able to pull my weight in sports.

So the term started!

This school was worse than my prep school. I don't know why I got the nickname 'useless' again. I DO know it was usually combined to make 'Useless bed wetter' or UBW in front of adults. There was also a new aspect to the bullying which was sexual. I only had one boy I could turn to - the eighteen year old prefect for whom I fagged. He wanted sexual favours from me but in return did protect me somewhat from my form mates and did explain 'the facts of life to me' or at least a subset of them 'the facts of public school life'.

I was doing a bit better in sports and sometimes was not actually the last to be picked for a team!

The term went well at least in comparison to those of my previous school which was not difficult. I was struggling with my marks which were about two thirds up the class after the secret adjustments. I was caned as I came bottom in Art for two weeks in a row with 84% – The art master did not believe in low marks whatever the effect was in marks on my backside.

I was nearly dry at nights as I knew the penalties of not remaining in this state. Slowly the end of term approached at what was to happen to me was not discussed with me anyhow.

The Slave Boy

They got to what was clearly their destination but waited on the other side of the road. Shortly a sleek Mercedes came out of the garage and with two passengers, a man and woman, it drove swiftly away. Moments later they walked up to the front door. One of the kids produced a key and they went inside. They seemed to know their way about and went into the breakfast room.

There were two boys still in their dressing gowns finishing breakfast. There was a good spread but the gown-clad kids stood up and the others entered. Our kids sat down and helped themselves to the food while the others just stood and watched. The two boys we have just met were clearly brothers indeed if they had been the same age they could have been identical twins. They were blond and had blue-green eyes. They were slender and quite tall for their ages. The oldest one was nearly fifteen while his brother was twelve and a half. They went to local private schools and would normally never got into any sort of contact with the other boys. However a month or so before the older boy, Bertram, had walked into town to get his hair cut and had got randy. He had gone into the public toilets and had started to wank in one of the cubicles. He hadn't locked the door and the gang had caught him and he was so scared that he put himself in their power. After some photographs had been taken in the woods behind the toilets, he had been persuaded to introduce his brother to the boys. That had not yet done anything further to either of the brothers but had got a front door key cut and Bertram had signed a "confession" which was now in safe keeping.

In all honesty he had not done anything beyond that which the vast majority of boys of his age did regularly but he didn't know that and the photographs were more than a little risque! The visitors had been in the house twice before and had enjoyed exploring it. They also knew the exact movements of the parents and they had made Bertram arrange with them that he should go camping with two of his schoolmates that weekend. This was a complete fabrication although one of these mates was a new boy in Bertram's form who was much bullied, as his family was not quite respectable. When the visitors had eaten their full they went upstairs and told Bertram to go to his bedroom. Then, in front of them AND his brother he had to do a striptease. He was then told exactly what to put on. This consisted of

• A very old pair of PE shorts that were somewhat ripped and the visitors had found in the loft.
• A T-shirt, which had his prep school badge on and he had not worn since he left some two years previously. To put it mildly, it was a tight fit.
• Some old wellington boots.

His brother was dressed in his old Cub Scout uniform-cap and all. It was even more outgrown than Bertram's stuff was after all he had left the scouts at eleven and had grown a lot since then.

Worse even that the clothes was what they had done next. They had pulled the top covers off Bertram's bed and he was ordered to lie on his back in bed in the position that he would normally sleep in. They had then told his brother to pee over his shorts. The boy was warned "if you don't we will shit over him as he lies there." The little boy had problems but eventually a trickle started. This became a flood and now Bertram was not just feeling wet down there but sticky. What was worse, the shorts had become almost transparent now they were wet.

About ten minutes later they were on their way. Bertram had the very heavy rucksack he had prepared for the camp, which had all his spare clothing removed but the bags the visitors had been carried were now stowed in it. He had not seen what they contained. Just as he left the house he heard a noise as the seat of his shorts split at the back. He was not allowed to do anything about it and he could feel the split spreading along the seam between his legs. He knew he must be quite indecent behind and soon feared he would be in front as well. His brother was in little better shape as he trotted alongside his big brother. They had not even given him socks or shoes! The weather was not cold and the path was hot on his feet.

They walked out of town. After a good mile there was a small brook flowing under the road. There was a footpath along the water and they went along it. As soon as they were away from the road the boys made Bertram take off his shorts and continue along the path. It appeared deserted but… Suddenly a man appeared. Bertram froze in fright but the gang greeted him warmly.

"This is the young boy Cuthbert that we told you about. He can spend the day with you and he will let you photograph him to your heart's desire but you must get him home before 6 o'clock as he needs to change before his parents return. Oh! Cuthbert watch out for your brother on Sunday night, as he will not want your parents or any one else to see him, as he will be dressed. He looks reasonably decent now in comparison to what he will look like then."

The man spoke softly but in a tone quite different as he turned to speak to the brothers. They was no possibility other than it was a voice to be obeyed – at least Bertram had that reaction but then he was the sort of lad who obeyed at commands from anyone. If Cuthbert had been older he would have objected or maybe not as he watched his older brother doing whatever he was told! The man had them kissing (deeply!) for a couple of photos – they didn't quite understand the implications of kissing like that but they feared they did have an idea.

The brothers were then blindfolded so they didn't see the money the man gave to the guttersnipes. They were bundled though a stand of trees and into the boot of the man's small van.

The next things, of which the now very shaken brothers were aware, were the van stopping and them being bundled out. They were on a private driveway. They could hear this from the sound of their shoes on the gravel. And, indeed, Cuthbert could feel it on his bare feet.

They were taken indoors as they found out when the blindfolds were taken off. They were surprised to find two other people there.

There was a boy from Bertram's class at school and his father. The boy was new to the school this term and was being unmercifully teased. This was largely due to Bertram who had always been the brightest boy in the class and he resented this new kid who spoke with a Northern accent and beat him in class which was the only place that Bertram could do well as he was no athlete! This new boy, if the others had not frozen him out of the teams, would have been as good on the playing field as he was at work!

The boy, David, had ignored the teasing but his father who he told all about helped him plan his revenge. Indeed the father seemed to have planned it all. He had come to the town as the head of the Institute, a semi prison school for difficult teenagers. This was privately run and about half the boys were there to avoid the parents the social embarrassment of going to court. The rest were there by order of the court and were so incorrigible that the state wanted to give the problem to someone else. This meant that they paid plenty for each boy there and didn't check up on his methods – least seen soonest mended. The place was locally called the school of hard knocks. Anyhow, he arrived with a fanfare of trumpets and his advice was much sort after, although 'beat it out of them' hardly needed much selling! Besides his youngest boy David who was there, he had two older sons one was also at the school and had become a prefect straight away. Edgar was a tough lad and had already earned the nickname amongst the younger boys 'Edgar the Awful'. The other boy was nineteen and a motorcyclist. He more or less ran a gang of motor cyclists that seemed to be law unto themselves.

The man who had driven the van asked where these lads were and their father explained that there was a new lad in the Institute. The lad's father had been having trouble with the thirteen-year-old and the last straw was that the boy had threatened to tell the authorities about how his father raped him. The two lads had offered to spend the previous night and that morning straightening the youngster out. The father said, "I'm not sure that straightening is the right word but his should have started to lean how to behave and how to do whatever his is told!"

The man who had brought over the brothers was about to take Cuthbert off to be photographed when that boy spoke in quite a demanding voice. He sounded as if he were stating facts which was in a way just what he was doing. "I think I should speak to the grown ups here privately if the ignore what I am about to say they will just have themselves to blame. I know exactly who you are and for example the registration number of the Cortina thirty hundredweight van is ___." He continued to give facts about both men and they decided to hear him out in private.

"I don't want to tell the police about you," he went on in the next door room, "as it would interfere with my fun almost as much as yours. My brother is a stuck up twerp and I want to have my revenge on him. On the other hand I will not be compromised (Where did a boy of thirteen get hold of that word?) but I don't mind being photographed having fun." The boy continued lecturing the men for several minutes without a pause while the men tried to make new plans before they gave up and independently decided and unspokenly agreed to let the boy have his way – for now anyhow. They didn't know that it was have been their last chance to control him! They didn't really mind however as he had good ideas.

They returned to the older brother to find David having a fine time with him. They watched as the boy started crying again. Cuthbert said to his brother, "I really hardly can consider you as an older brother look what you nearly got me into to. I am as determined to punish you as anyone else is."

He would have continued in the same vein but David's father wanted to get on with 'things' so he interrupted. He explained that he and Cuthbert would go 'visiting' and leave Bertram in the hands of David and the van driver! Cuthbert took the man back to his house and showed him around. He was mainly interested in the two boys' bedroom/studies. They were in a sort of annex, which had been at one time an attached second garage. Bertram as the older boy had by far the better room, which was the whole of the first floor. Cuthbert had a much smaller room as the small hallway and the stairs up, took a strip of the room on the side next to the house while at right angles to this was a toilet / bathroom for both the boys. Both boys had state of the art computers which were linked into the Internet but Cuthbert had a 'studio' which could allow teleconferencing. The man found out that the parents left the tidying/bedmaking etc. to the boys PROVIDED the rooms were kept clean and tidy.

The man got on the phone and by the time they left the downstairs room had been altered in many nearly invisible ways. Although there had been video lights and a video camera above the computer for the boy to do video conferencing, There were now remote video cameras in the false roof at the lettered position. They were designed to home into any movement so that they would point to the movements and focus on it. The man showed the boy even a boy on the bed who was breathing under the covers was enough movement unless there was greater movement elsewhere in the room. The windows could be locked AND unlocked from above without there being any indication in the room below. The curtains were locked back unless released from upstairs.

The lights in the room could be switched on or off and even dimmed from the other room and only if the controls were switched off would control, revert to the normal switches. Doors one and two would only open (if a control button were switched on) from the far side i.e. the corridor or the bathroom. Door three needed a special key to lock and indeed had to be open if the bathroom lights were to come on, if any of the water taps were to work or if the seat of the toilet was to be opened.

This was only the start as the video conferencing could be turned on remotely or from the upper room. This would use whichever camera could catch the most movement. This would mean that the boy in the room, or the bathroom would not only have no privacy but he would never know when or who was watching, or even recording him. The video recording would be done automatically upstairs although it could be controlled from there if anyone wished to get special pictures.

The bedding was also altered, as the boy would have to change the lower sheet for a rubber one before he lay down, as otherwise he would get a series of electric shocks from the base of the bed. He also would be unable to have any covering as all the sheets and blankets were treated to conduct electricity.

The electronic Internet connections were altered although this was not explained fully to Cuthbert. Essentially any communications by e-mail or by voice would be transmitted to a slave computer at the 'farm house' where the man lived. The man could also break up any communication that he didn't wish to continue. He would in fact have all incoming log ons first with his own site and then decide if to extend the linkage to the boys' home. It was considerably more complex than this suggests but this will have to do. If you need to understand more later, I will explain it then.

They sat down at the computer and the man logged in and connected to a site (his own house.) A cover sheet came up. He then rang up his son on a mobile phone and said something to him. A whole stack of software was sent over. The man spent a little while and then asked Cuthbert for a password. Soon the picture cleared to show Bertram standing with his hand on his head and legs wide astride. He was completely nude and crying silently or rather very quietly. He was standing on a turntable, which rotated very slowly and enabled the camera to catch every facet of him. Indeed the camera itself slowly panned up and down from the top of his head to his toes while slowly changing from wide angle to close up.

The man explained to Cuthbert that this was not only going out on the Internet but also being recorded automatically on a tape. He showed the lad the red numbers that were flashing on the right top of the screen. The first was the number of people, or rather computers that had logged into the home page 'during this session,' the second the number of live contacts, and the third the number who had brought an 'album.' He explained that the seventy-three who had logged on was greater than the 35 who were currently logged on as they were limited to ten minutes unless they brought an 'album' when they would have a maximum of twenty minutes. He showed an album, that he just happened top have with him. He had a series of photos of a boy; some solo the others with him being interfered with in a variety of ways. The boy's name, his Internet address and a list of videos that had been made of the boy each with a title, a price and a short description. Cuthbert remembered some of the titles:

A14 2 hours 27 min doctor's third medical.

B21 1 hour 57 min School punishments official and otherwise

R09 3 hours 4 min Camp initiations.

Y03 1 hour 21 min Unwilling model for sex lessons.

While the man continued to talk he saw the boy's eyes were fixed on the screen and what was happening to his older brother. From the smile on his face, the man knew he had nothing to fear but he had a boy with identical interests to his own – at least as far as the boy's brother was concerned. The man checked his watch and was pleased to see his son was keeping to the timetable. Bertram was now allowed to knell on the turntable and lower his arms but not to use them 'to cover anything.' David then strapped a cloth band round his ball sack just above his ball. This was quite difficult as the balls had probably only descended a year or so ago and the sack was still quite small.

David hooked onto this strap a short wire to which hung a weight. The boy had to raise himself to lift the weight off the turntable. The weight was central on the turntable and was over a slightly raised metal disk. David then explained to the boy, "Once I turn this switch the disk will become electrically charged and if the weight touched it you will get a nasty shock. I will turn the current off when you have wanked yourself off. You need to produce some liquid. I will not just accept you PRETENDING to cum." Bertram started what he thought would be easy but he was unaware that a weight hanging – or indeed any constant pulling on the balls stops them contracting and the climax actually happening. As you can imagine the boy was in a mental turmoil. He was a shy Catholic kid who had presumably never seen anyone else's hard cock and had somehow learnt how to wank. The boy in his class who he had bullied now had him nude and obeying him completely and he was having to wank off in front of him! He had been caught wanking which he had considered a heinous crime but this was impossible not only was David now making his life hell but his brother seemed to be able to answer him back! Mr Jones was busy. He had phoned the boys' headmaster and Cuthbert heard his side of the conversation

- This is Mr Jones. I have some very good news for you. You know the very spoilt boy in my son's form. I can tell you about it if you are alone.

- Good! Yes! That's the lad.

- Anyhow three of my "aides" caught him wanking in the public toilets yesterday. Now, he is in my hands. More accurately he is in my son's.

- Yes! I will exploit it to the full. At the present he is putting on a show on my video conference line. I will make a line available to you if you wish. - Oh try My private line . You know the code? That's it. Ring me in three hours or so when the show is over for a bit! - Bye to you too.

The man then rang another number.

- Dr Smith? Yes this is a personal call for him . Good Just check with him. Give him the code "A54b." Ah! Hi doctor! I a boy who needs a very full medical.

- No at my home. This is an even more interesting case than normal. I have high hopes. He is still living at home but that is just for convenience. I will explain more before you start the medical.

- Yes. The full leather mask would be fine. The more terrifying the better.

- See you too, So long.

The last call was to someone that Cuthbert recognised.

– Hi! Good to speak to you. I have some surprising news. You remember we set up the chewing gum trick in the public toilet to try to catch that brat in your form, Cuthbert, It worked like a charm.