Shakey Psyche

Adam

Chapter One
Adam's Arrangement

I awoke that Tuesday morning, the same as I usually do, with the morning urination, a shower, dressed and went down to breakfast. As I was finishing the meal, and the daily edition of the Wall Street Journal, my stable hand, Hank, walked in the room.

This is not the norm for him. I usually don't see him in the morning. I usually don't see any of my employees, except the cook, Mrs. Garcia, as she serves the morning meal.

"Good Morning, Mr. Henderson," he said from behind me.

"Good Morning, Hank," I started, "is something wrong?" I turned to look at him as I asked the question. He was wearing his normal flannel over shirt, jeans, and boots. And since it was snowing outside, he also had a flannel cap in his hands he had removed upon entering my house. It was also apparent that he was very nervous. He usually gets nervous when talking to me, even though he is larger than me, physically.

"Yes Sir," he stammered.

I motioned him closer. He was wringing the cap around in his hands as you would a washcloth, and a small bead of sweat had formed just under his blond hairline. He does sweat a lot while taking care of my horses, but this was something else.

"Out with it, Hank," I prompted him.

"There's something you need to see at the stables, Sir," he said, looking downcast.

"Did Blackwind die?" One of my prized mares was ill, and I was concerned for her.

"No Sir, it's something else."

I sighed, wiped my mouth with the napkin, and followed him to the stables. I grabbed my overcoat on the way out. I looked around my family estate that I had inherited as we descended the steps towards the horses. Everything was white and getting whiter as the snow continued to fall. I love this time of year.

I warmed up immediately upon entering the stables and removed my overcoat. I continued to follow his lead down the middle row to the last stall. As I walked in the stall I saw what he was so nervous about. Lying in the hay of the empty stall was a young boy, asleep.

He looked to be about ten years old. Obviously, he was a runaway. His clothes and shoes were worn thin. His hair and face were as dirty as they could get. I looked his body over and noticed how thin he really was. He must have been on the streets for a while before ending up in my stables.

As I shook him awake, he moaned in slight pain. I saw a bruise on his arm through the thin material that covered it. He woke with a start, and scrambled to get away from me and Hank. As he cowered against the wall, the look on his face was pure terror.

"It's okay, young one, no one's going to hurt you here," I reassured him. "My name's Kyle. What's your name?" He didn't make a sound; just shook his head at me, still scared. I moved backward and away from him to give him his space. I turned to my stable hand.

"Hank, please go get my overcoat." He left the stall to do as I directed, so I turned my attentions back to the boy. "I've got some food for you up at the house if you want it. Or you may stay here and get fed with the horses. As I said, no one is going to hurt you here, so it's your choice."

Hank arrived with my coat, and I laid it over the edge of the stall's door. I told Hank to give him his space and allow him to do as he wishes. I offered the coat to the boy to wear up to the house.

"Just follow the footsteps to the house and a hot breakfast will be waiting for you," I smiled at him and left the stall to return to the house. Hank left the small space and returned to his duties of feeding the horses. I made my way back up to the house to wait for the boy.

About ten minutes later, I heard soft footsteps behind me, making their way into the dinning room. Mrs. Garcia was just putting another helping of eggs and toast on the table as the boy entered the room. He cautiously made his way around the back of my chair to stand just to my right, but several feet away from me. I turned and smiled at the boy.

"Have a seat," I motioned to him to sit in the chair to my right where Mrs. Garcia had placed the small breakfast. He slowly started making his way to the chair. "The slower you go, the colder your eggs will be," I reminded him. He moved a little faster to sit down.

Once seated, he began wolfing down the eggs and toast. I told him to slow down, or he might throw up the food later, as he had not had much to eat lately. He slowed down his eating.

I got up to call into the office to tell them I would be a little late, and the boy flinched and appeared as if he was about to run away from me. I calmed him down with a small smile again. I made my phone call into the CEO of my firm, and returned to the table to resume my seat. I watched him finish his meal.

"Finished?" I asked him when the last of the eggs and toast were gone. He nodded sheepishly. I smiled again and handed him the napkin that was by his plate. He took it, but had no idea what to do with it. "It's for wiping your mouth," I said while still smiling, disarmingly. He warmed to it and wiped his mouth with the cloth. I saw that his skin was considerably whiter than the rest of his face and his dark skin was nothing but dirt and grime.

"What's your name?" I asked again. He sat in the chair still looking at me. "I think I've proven that you're not going to get hurt here, child. Now, please answer the question."

"Adam," he said with a voice a little over a whisper.

"Well, Adam, it's nice to meet you. As I said before, my name's Kyle. Most people call me Mr. Henderson, but for now, you may call me Kyle. You look like you've had a tough time on the streets. You want to tell me what happened? Or why you ran away?"

He shook his head, no.

"I can't hear a head rattling. Please answer yes or no."

"No, sir," he said with a little more confidence.

"Well, that's okay for now, but later I will want an answer to that. For now, how about we get you cleaned up and some better clothes. Okay?" He looked at me with a little suspicion for a second then nodded.

We rose from the table and allowed Mrs. Garcia to take the dishes and wipe off the table. The two of us walked out of the room and up the stairs to the third floor. He followed me a few paces behind and gawked at the enormity of my house. I saw him actually stop and look at one of my prized paintings on the wall.

"It's a genuine Rembrandt painting. My father bought it several years ago. It cost him a great deal of money for it, so be careful." He backed away from it and resumed following me down the hall.

I opened the double doors that separated my Master bedroom from the rest of the house. The look on his face was one of utter shock. I get that a lot from people when they see it for the first time. He continued to follow me into the bathroom.

"Go ahead and get undressed while I get the water ready, Adam." He balked at that. "What's wrong?" He shook his head and backed towards the doorway. I realized what the problem was. "It's okay, you can get undressed once I leave the room."

I ran the tap and got the tub water to the right temperature. I told him to get undressed and get in the tub and wash himself. If he needed anything, I would get it for him. I turned and walked out of the room, leaving him to bathe. I went and got some clothes that were his size that had been put away from my youth and returned to the bedroom. I didn't hear anything going on in the room, so I opened the door to see him just sitting on the toilet, still dressed. I walked over and knelt down in front of him.

He was actually crying. It wasn't a hard cry, just some tears running down his cheeks, cleaning off more dirt from his face.

"What's wrong, Adam?"

"I can't do it, Mr. Kyle."

"Can't do what?"

"I can't get my clothes off," he whispered.

"Why not?"

"Because you'll see…"

"See what?"

"See what they did to me," his voice was just below a whisper and cracking as he spoke that last part.

I moved my hand to his shoulder and he pulled it back. I smiled again at him, and he collapsed into my arms like a baby. The real tears started flowing then. I just held onto him and allowed the cry to finish. I figured he had been abused by someone by the way he had been acting towards me and Hank. When he was done, I pushed him back to sit up straight on the toilet seat.

"If you have marks on you, they are nothing to be ashamed of, Adam. I'm sure you didn't want what happened to you and it was out of your control. Let's get you cleaned up and then we'll see about doing something that will help you."

He nodded. I reached up and started unbuttoning his shirt. Two buttons fell off as I was removing the garment. An untold amount of bruises littered his torso. I forced myself not to make a comment or reaction. I took off his shoes and socks next, yielding the same results around his feet. When I reached to take his pants down, he moved away again.

"You've trusted me so far, Adam. Trust me just a little more, and this will go by a lot easier." He nodded again, and I stood him on his bare feet to lower his pants.

When I did lower them, I saw more bruises than white skin on his legs. A large dark spot was on the crotch of his filthy underpants. I braced myself for what I was about to see. He closed his eyes as I lowered the former white cloth down his legs. If I were a weaker man, I would have vomited at the site.

It looked as if someone had stamped a boot on both his penis and testicles. Both organs looked like a pile of ground beef. I lifted his legs one at a time and pulled off his torn clothing. Without saying a word, I lifted the boy up and placed him in the soapy water of the tub.

He hissed as the cleansing liquid made contact with his skin, but made no move to stop me. I lathered up the washcloth and began cleaning him off. He had to grab onto the edge of the tub as I gently washed his groin area. When we were done, I pulled him out and let the dirty water flow down the drain.

That was when I took a good hard look at the boy. With blondest hair that would make any Nazi jealous it was as straight as a board. His eyes were a baby blue and a cute pert nose with high cheekbones. Not a freckle or spot polluted the skin on his face. His round face was beautiful for a boy, if you ignored the three bruises on his jaw line. He had a slight frame and perfect build for a ten-year-old boy. As I traced my hand down his torso, something very odd stood out immediately. The boy was without a navel and no scar to show that it had been removed.

"Um, Adam, where's your navel?"

"Navel?"

"Bellybutton; like this," I said as I lifted my shirt to show him mine. His eyes got wide as he saw the indentation in my stomach. Apparently he had never either had one or seen one before. He reached out to touch mine.

"Does it hurt?" He asked as his finger ran over the top of it.

"No," I said, smiling. "But it does tickle a little." He was fingering the small hole. I ran my own finger over the spot where his should be, but I felt nothing but smooth, tight skin.

"We'll worry about it later. Let's get you dried and bandaged," I said. He had forgotten his own wounds in the fascination of my anomaly.

I took another cloth and patted his groin dry and then applied salve and wrapped a bandage around the wounded appendages. As for his bruises, only time would be able to heal those.

I led him out of the bathroom and back into my bedroom, where I had laid the clothes for him. I helped him put them on and then we walked down the stairs to the ground floor.

"Follow me, Adam, I want to show you something," I said as I motioned with my forefinger.

He followed me into my workout room. In that room, there are different weapons of martial arts. Swords, staffs, and etc. littered the walls. He was amazed again at what he saw. I pulled a staff off the wall and leaned against it as I addressed him again.

"My father taught me how to take care of myself. Now, I don't know what happened to you, and you don't have to tell me until you're ready, but I can show you how to never let yourself be taken like that again. Interested?"

"Yes Sir," he said, actually enthusiastically.

"Good. For right now, though, you should take the day and rest. When I come home tonight, we will talk about your situation and your options."

He nodded that he understood, and I made my way to the car. Armand took me to work and dropped me off as usual. I told him to keep an eye on the boy and make sure he's okay. He said he would and returned home. That whole day, I kept thinking about Adam and what I was going to do with him as I worked with people on their investments. I put the strange difference in his body out of my mind, as it wasn't paramount at the time. Armand picked me up on time, and we made our way back home, via a store. I needed to purchase an item for Adam.

I came up with an idea as I worked that day. We arrived at home and Adam was in the den watching a little television. I beckoned him to follow me as I made my way to my office. He sat down opposite me on the couch.

"I've been thinking about what to do with you, Adam," I began. He just sat and listened with his head down. "Please look at me when I'm talking; it's extremely rude to do otherwise." He looked up and had a worried look on his face.

"That's better," I said as I continued. "Do you know what 'slavery' is?"

"It's what they did to the black people long time ago."

"True, but what they did was wrong. What I'm going to offer you is a more legal form of slavery. Now, this is important; don't interrupt me until I'm finished. I've given this a lot of thought today. I need another manservant and you need a better place to grow up than the streets, so we can help each other out.

"Now, as a servant, you would serve me and the house. Your duties would include making sure I have a towel and washcloth in the bathroom in the morning, and be standing by my bedside with a robe when I wake at seven every morning. While I'm showering and shaving, you would make my bed and lay out my clothes for the day. I will show you how to do each of those things properly.

"After that, you make your way downstairs and while I'm getting dressed, you get the newspaper and prepare the breakfast table for me. Upon finishing breakfast, you clean up the dishes and for the day, make sure everyone in the house does their jobs.

"Also, during the day, you will study school subjects; math, English, history, science, social sciences, and a foreign language of your choice. As I arrive home, dinner should be getting prepared and laid out at about five thirty or so. After I eat, you will learn to play the piano, and then we get to your martial arts training."

He raised his hand to indicate he had a question. I prompted his question.

"When do I eat, sir?"

"You may eat before or after me, it's your choice. In the morning, I suggest you eat after me, and for dinner, probably before me would be better so that we may get to your lessons right after you clear the dinner dishes.

"Now, every Saturday morning you will have a quiz over what you've learned for the week in each subject. Also, every other Friday night I host a small party for some influential people here in Chicago and you will head up the wait staff. I will teach you what you need to know about that as well.

"When Christmas comes around, you get a holiday as I leave for some skiing in Aspen. You may do as you wish while I'm gone as long as nothing gets torn up or the house gets burned down.

"Now, as for discipline. If you don't do your duties, there will be punishment. If you do poorly on the quizzes, there will be punishment. Also, there are three things I will not tolerate; lying, stealing, or cheating on a quiz. There will be no reason for lying to me. If you make a mistake, own up to it and we will go on with life. Mistakes and accidents I can handle, as long as there aren't too many of them, but lying to me I can not tolerate. As I leave the house, everything in it belongs to you, Adam. As my slave, you have the position of authority, so there is no need to steal anything from here. Do you understand all that I've said so far?"

"Yes Sir, but what would the punishment be for not doing my duties?"

"If you don't do your duties or if you do poorly on your quizzes, the punishment will be a belt across your bare butt. And I wouldn't hold back because you're young. But if you do any of the three things I just mentioned, the punishment will be more than you just received from the streets and you will be returned to the streets with the clothes you wore in here. Do you understand that?"

"Yes, sir," he said.

"Now, a few more things to cover, and then we'll have dinner. First, your payment. I figured that a down payment of five thousand dollars would be appropriate and a final payment of twenty thousand dollars when you complete your contract."

"Twenty-five thousand dollars?"

"Yes, Adam," I smiled as his eyes lit up at the amount.

"When would I finish the contract, Sir?"

"When you turn eighteen. You get the rest of the money and you will leave to be on your own. Until then you will serve me and this house. Speaking of which, how old are you?"

"What do you mean, Sir?"

"How many years are you?"

"I don't know."

"You've never had a birthday or a party for it?"

"I don't know what that is, Mr. Kyle."

The kid didn't know what a birthday was, and was missing a navel. Both things were now at the front of my mind as I told him what a birthday was.

"As you don't have a birthday, I guess we'll make today your birthday and make you ten years old. How's that?"

"Sounds good to me, Mr. Kyle. So, I have eight years before the time is up?"

"That's right, Adam, very good at subtraction. That is, if you wish to do this. That brings me to the second point.

"I want you to think about everything I've said to you. Think about the pluses and minuses of serving me. If you decide to do this, then be wearing this collar in the morning at breakfast. I will give you some time to heal from your wounds, but I need to know your decision tomorrow morning."

"What if I don't want to do this?"

"I will return you to the streets in the morning, and where you go and what you do is not my problem. I will only make this offer once, so think about it. And while you serve me, you will call me either 'Sir', 'Master', or 'Master Kyle'; it's your choice."

"Yes Sir," he said.

"Now, it's dinnertime and you look hungry so let's head to the dinning room."

We ate in silence pretty much and he didn't feel like talking afterward, so I led him to the apartment above the garage that belonged to my last servant. He was older and retired a month before Adam arrived. I bid him good night and headed to my room.

That whole night, I kept thinking of Adam and how he would decide his future. I was hoping it would be with me.

I woke to a strange site. Adam was standing by my bedside, dressed, and my bathrobe in his hands. He was wearing his collar.

I wasn't prepared to have him begin his duties yet. After all, he was still recovering from his ordeal on the streets, but seeing him standing there, made me smile at his willingness to please me.

"Good morning, Master Kyle," he said while handing me the robe.

"And to you, Adam," I returned. I'm not really a conversationalist in the mornings before my shower. I took the robe and headed into the bathroom, where a towel and washcloth were lying on the toilet's lid. I slid them off and had my morning piss while I saw him begin to make the bed.

After the shower and shave, I saw how the bed was made, and corrected him on his mistakes, but his eagerness to please was noted. I told him about which clothes to lay out on which day and pulled the ones for Wednesdays. I got dressed and I made my way downstairs where he had laid out breakfast just as Mrs. Garcia had instructed him to do. He was definitely eager.

I turned to him after finishing breakfast.

"Adam," I began, "I appreciate your willingness to do this for me this morning, but I had planned for you to heal before beginning your duties. If you want to take the next couple of days to do that, you can."

"Thank you, Master, and I will. I just wanted to show you I could do this."

"Good boy, Adam, and thank you. Now, if you want to accompany me into the city today and get your uniforms, you may. Or you may take the day for yourself."

"I'll come with you, Sir," he said after a moment to think.

We made our way into the city, and Armand dropped me off at the office. I told him to take care of Adam's needs for the day and pick me up at four o'clock.

As the day came to a close, I walked outside to see Adam standing next to the car, waiting for me and wearing his new uniform. He opened the door for me and I stepped inside. We traveled home with him sitting in front with Armand. It seemed that the two of them had formed a fragile bond together throughout the course of the day.

We got home and Adam spent the rest of the day in his apartment. I gave him his books he would need to study for his quizzes. I set the first quiz for the Saturday after that weekend, giving him almost two weeks to study and prepare for it.

Over the course of the next two weeks, Adam healed and then got into his routine as I laid it out to him on the first day. He took the down payment of the money and split it in half. He invested one half and put the rest into an account for safe keeping. I was proud of how mature he had become.

The first party he headed up was very successful. He understood how to use his authority I had given him very well, aided by Armand. My driver can appear very intimidating to others. He's about six and a half feet [2 m] tall, and weighs in at just over 250 lbs. [110 kg] of solid muscle, and cold black skin. I thought he would scare Adam, but the two have done very well together.

On the evening of the first party, he told one of the waiters that was giving him a hard time to leave. The man told him off, saying that he didn't have to follow the orders of a child. Adam told Armand to escort the 'gentleman' to the gate of the estate. No one else disagreed with the boy again.

There was even an incident where one of the waiters spilled a brandy on one of my guests during our after-dinner drinks in the den and Adam handled it like a professional. He even made a small joke about it that had the guest and her husband laughing. Another of my guests asked me where I found Adam.

"In my stables about a month ago," I replied. "My stable hand found him sleeping in one of the stalls."

"Well, he certainly knows how to handle himself," the man answered back. I agreed.

It was a combination of training and patience, I told him. But really, there were other factors involved in Adam's confidence. He had already been disciplined, but there was another revelation that happened that evening.

It happened a week before the party. I woke up to find myself alone. I waited for a few minutes, but Adam didn't show. So, I decided to take my shower and get ready. Just as I was finishing the shower, Adam ran into my bathroom, panting.

"I'm sorry I'm late, Master," he said. "I forgot to set my alarm."

"We will handle it this evening, Adam. Please lay out my clothes. You can make the bed after I leave for work." He nodded and left.

He was nervous during the entire breakfast. When I got home that night, he was still nervous. His piano practice didn't go well, and neither did his self defense lessons. After fifteen minutes of trying to get him to focus on his lesson, I called it quits.

"We're not going to get anything accomplished tonight, Adam. Go upstairs to my bedroom and lower your gi bottoms down. I'll be there in a minute."

"Yes, Master," he said, looking at the floor, and shuffled out of the room.

His wounds had healed by this time, of course, leaving only a few scars. He had a nasty scar on his small penis where the skin had been cut in the attack. It ran the length of his cock from the base to just short of the head. He had another scar on his leg and one on his shoulder blade. Otherwise, his was fit as he could be. His recuperative powers were phenomenal. I know kids can get over things faster than adults, but Adam had healed very fast. It was another oddity that I filed away in my mind.

I wrapped up my own gi and headed upstairs. He was waiting at the foot of the bed with his gi bottoms on the floor around his ankles. His underpants were still up, though.

"Lower the underpants also, Adam," I told him as I passed to the closet. I chose the same belt that my father used on me as I was growing up. It is three inches [7½ cm] wide and thick. I looped it to grasp both ends of the belt and walked back out to the bedroom. Adam was facing me with his head down and his hands over his groin to hide it. I thought it was a little peculiar, since I had seen him naked before, but paid it no mind at the time.

"Turn around and hold onto the bed's pole." He did as he was told, and I walked up behind him. I swished the belt through the air, giving it a few practice swings. I think I saw him shiver a little during that time.

"Now, you will count them as I deliver them, Adam," I began. "If you miscount, I start over at one. Do you understand?"

"Y… Yes, Master," he stammered.

I didn't hold back anything. I swung the looped belt down across his bare ass, striking the skin right on the right cheek. SWAT! He hissed and arched his back before crying out, "One!" The second landed just above the line of the first. SWAT! "Two!" I could hear a whimper in his voice after he said the count.

The third and fourth strikes landed on the outside of the first two, leaving his entire right buttcheek in wide red lines. Not having any other space to lay the next ones, they landed on top of the previous reddened areas. I knew from personal experience that they hurt worse than the first ones, but the boy never faltered in counting correctly.

After ten licks of the belt on his right cheek, I moved to his left and turned to face his side. Being right handed, it was easier to do it this way than to try and swing with a backhanded action. It was then that I noticed something.

His little cock was hard and sticking straight up. I saw that his eyes were closed, and he was crying, of course, but there was no mistaking the hard-on. Making a mental note to discuss it later, I continued with the whipping.

The eleventh strike was planted firmly on the cleft of his left asscheek with a resounding, "SMACK!" that filled the room. "Eleven", he hissed out. I continued with the next one, watching his small digit, never wavering. I moved up his buttocks with the next three, covering his left cheek as fully as his right.

As the nineteenth swat landed, I saw his body shudder and he gripped the pole tighter. His little cock jumped as I realized he actually had a dry ten year old orgasm. The signs were unmistakable. I was actually so stunned at this, it took a minute for me to recover enough to deliver the final blow.

"T…Twenty, Master," he sighed.

"Turn around, Adam, and face me," I said from behind him.

He turned and his willie had dropped, following his orgasm. He was a mess. His face was flushed, either from the orgasm or from the embarrassment of having one, or both. It was lined with tear streaks and his eyes were puffy. He wiped the tears off his face and stood to face me.

"Now, are you going to be late again, Adam?"

"No, Master Kyle, I'll remember from now on," he stammered.

"Good. Now, pull up your bottoms and have a seat on the bed for a second." Again, he did as instructed, wincing as he sat down. "You have a choice to make, Adam. If you run away, I won't chase you, but I think you now know that life on the street is not for a young man. And you probably wouldn't last very long."

He nodded his agreement to my logic.

"Go get some sleep, and we won't speak of this incident again," I said as I kissed his head. He slid off the bed and made his way to the doorway.

"I really am sorry, Master," he said as he got to the door, and then closed it on his way out.

I had smiled to myself and called it a night also. The next morning, I woke to the door being opened and Adam walking in very cautiously, not only because of the soreness of the previous night, but because he was carrying my breakfast on a tray. He served me my breakfast to me in bed. To say I was impressed would be an understatement.

Since that night, I had not said a word about what happened during the whipping. I was letting him come to me and we could talk about it then, but nothing so far.

Following the night of his first party hosting, I was sitting down next to my pool. It has a feature I put in that allows the glass walls to retract into the concrete walls to allow both indoor and outdoor usage. Adam walked in and dove into the water with his suit on. He swam for a time while I read the Saturday paper.

"Did you finish your quizzes?" I asked him.

"Yes, Sir," he said.

"And how do you think you did on them?"

"Well, Master, you're gonna have to get harder questions," he said with a sarcastic smirk.

"Oh really?" I said and quickly moved after him in the water. He laughed and swam away as fast as he could. Being older, I was also faster, and caught up with him sooner rather than later. I tossed him up in the air and allowed him to land in the water. We played around for a while, enjoying the time together.

We were relaxing by the side of the pool when he turned and looked at me seriously, as if he had a question.

"You okay, Adam?"

"Yes, Master," he said, but didn't change the look on his face at all.

"Then why do you have that look on your face?"

"Well…," he started but balked a little.

"You know that by now you can trust me, don't you?" I prompted him.

"Oh yes, Sir."

"Then, what's on your mind?"

"It's what happened when I got the belt, Sir."

"Do you think you were wrong getting punished?"

"Oh no, Sir, that's not it; it's what happened during the punishment that I don't understand. It felt good somehow."

"Ah yes; that," I said, figuring out where he was going with that.

"The feeling that happened was… different," he said, struggling with the right words.

"It felt like every nerve in your body was tensed up, and a release of pleasure happened in your privates. Is that right?"

"Yes, Sir. That's exactly what it felt like," he said with wide eyes.

"They call that an orgasm, Adam. It's supposed to happen when you have sex."

"You mean like what they did to me that night," he said. It was the first time he mentioned the attack since the day he arrived.

"Do you want to talk about that?"

He shrugged and fell silent.

"Yes or no, Adam," I urged him. It was a time for him to totally trust me.

"I guess so, Sir. I guess so," he said and pulled himself out of the pool to sit on the lounge chair. I waited for him to don his collar and continue talking. He collected his thoughts and continued.

"This man came up to me and said that he would pay me fifty dollars to spend time with me. I didn't know what he meant, so I said okay and followed him. We went to a building where other men were spending the night and walked into a room."

He struggled telling me the next part.

"He tied me to the side of a bed and ripped my clothes off. He hit me on my back with his fists. Then I felt him kneel behind me and press his fat stomach against my back. I felt something go between my butt and push into me. It hurt a lot and I told him to stop, but he didn't stop. He just kept on pushing the thing inside me. When he had it in enough, he pulled it back out and pushed it back in. He kept doing that till he stiffened and I felt something hot and sticky shoot inside me. He pulled it out of me after that and opened the door."

By this time, I had gotten out of the pool and sat beside him as he told the story. I gently put my arm around him. He fell against my side and continued his story.

"He told others about me being there and I saw a lot of other men in the doorway. All of them had smiles on their faces, but I didn't like it. The first one ran in the room and did the same thing the first man did and put his thing in my butt. Another one sat on the bed and I saw him pull his thing out of his shorts and put it to my mouth. He told me to open it or he would punch my face in, so I did. He shoved his thing in my mouth so hard it went down my throat. I couldn't breathe, but he didn't care. Both men hurt me until they did the same thing the first one did and some stuff shot out, and they pulled out of me.

"They kept coming and coming till they had all done it to me. The first man did it again. When he was done, he hit me and kept hitting me till I blacked out, because the next thing I knew I was waking up in the garbage can outside in the alley with no clothes on, and no money. He lied to me, didn't he, Master?"

"Yes, Adam, he lied to you. But he did worse than that. He raped you, and had other men rape you also. Sex can be fun, even for children, but what they did was wrong. They made you do things that hurt you and violated your body."

"Violated?"

"It means they did something to you that you didn't want or deserve done to you. They hurt you in a way that didn't help you."

He looked up at me with that.

"I whipped you with a belt, right?" He nodded. "Well, that helped you, besides the unexpected side effect of the orgasm, to make sure you do your job. It's called discipline and it's done to correct wrong behavior, like forgetting to set your alarm to do your duties. But what they did was hurt you in a bad way. Do you understand the difference?"

"Yes, Sir, I think I do."

"Good. Now, I want to ask you a question." He nodded. "What did you think about the orgasm you had?"

"It felt really good, Master," he said and then blushed a little.

"Do you want another one?"

He looked at me kind of questioningly, as if to ask, "Am I getting another whipping?"

"You don't need to get the belt to feel that, you know," I said with a smile. He exhaled a little, telling me I was right in my assumption.

He nodded, but a little hesitantly. I motioned for him to follow, and we left the pool area. I led him upstairs to my bedroom. I laid my towel down on the bed and turned to face my slave. I pulled him towards me as I sat down on the edge.

"You trust me, don't you, Adam?"

"Yes, Master," he said.

With that, I pulled him to me closer, between my legs, stopping just as he passed my knees. I reached to his swimsuit and pulled it down his legs by the side. When it made it passed his groin, his swelling cock sprang up to slap against his belly. He was certainly interested in what I was doing.

As I got the suit down to his knees, I had to lean forward, and to his left (my right) to get it down further. I made contact with his side, and he giggled a little. I lifted each leg, pulling his feet out of the swimsuit. I now had a ten year old erection staring me in the face as I sat back up.

I lifted my new apprentice up and laid him face up on the bed. Knowing that a boy's main erotic area is the groin, I wasted no time going to other parts of his body. I moved his legs apart and dove in slowly to my goal. I could tell he was nervous, but the excitement also showed on his face. He was as exposed to me as he was to the men who raped him that night.

I began licking him from his taint, through the divider skin that separated his testicles, to the base of his cock. He sighed under my ministrations. I reached up and moved his arms up to lie them over his head on the mattress. He put them behind his head in a more relaxed pose, and allowed me to work on his young body.

I sucked one testicle into my mouth and swirled it around using my tongue. I heard a moan escape his lips as this was done, so I continued. I popped that one out and siphoned its brother in after that. He opened his legs further, granting me better access to his privates.

I then turned my attentions to his hardened little cock. Taking it slowly, I licked from base to tip along the scar line. He flinched and groaned the entire time I was making my way north. Upon reaching the member's zenith, I licked around the edge of the head and with the skill taught to me by my father, I vacuumed the small digit inside my warm mouth. I didn't stop until the entire thing was inside. I had my nose resting on his stomach where his navel should have been.

The child went nuts upon feeling my warmth around his sensitive organ. I pulled off and went back down. Instinctively, he reached down and grabbed my hair, urging me onward. I wasn't about to disappoint him. Within mere moments, I built up a good rhythm which was driving him even crazier.

After another minute or so, he stiffened and I felt his cock jump in my mouth as another orgasm wracked his young frame. He released my hair as he calmed down and came to his senses. He looked down and saw me smiling back up at him.

"Master, I'm sorry for pulling your hair," he said with a little fear in his voice.

"It's okay, Adam. I understand what you were feeling, so I'll forgive you this time. In the future, be more mindful."

"Yes, Sir," he said with a smile.

"Well, how did that feel?"

"Out of this world, Master," he said with a larger-than-life grin on his face.

"That's what I thought. There are other things I could teach you about sex, if you'll let me."

"I'm your slave, Master. You told me that when you bought me," he said with a now serious look.

"That's an entirely different situation, Adam. I bought you to do work and serve me and the house. If you want to explore more about what you've just experienced, then it's up to you. I won't force you to do it like those men did. I don't operate that way. There is one condition, though."

"Yes, Master?"

"This is to be kept totally secret. No one is to know, not even the house hands. No one; understand?"

"Yes, Sir. Can I ask a question?" I motioned that he could. "Why did those men do that to me and not what you just did to me?"

"They were after only what pleased them, and didn't give a thought to what you felt. They are the lowest form of human there is on this planet, in my opinion. Don't judge either men or sex based solely on their example."

"I won't, Master."

"Good. Now, are you hungry?" He nodded, so we got him dressed and headed downstairs to see if Jeeves (believe it or not), our weekend servant, could scrounge up anything for lunch.

That was to be the beginning of his sexual education. I was hoping that I could help him get over what had happened to him on that night, and I did, but it took a while. That night, I took him to a concert in Chicago. We had dinner in a nice restaurant and enjoyed a really good performance by the symphony.

As we were leaving the symphony, a man walked up to us in the parking lot and drew a knife, demanding my wallet. I smiled as I looked at him.

"I suggest you put the knife away, sir, before you get hurt," I told him.

Two more men arrived to help the knife man. I was outnumbered, but that wasn't anything I couldn't handle.

"Go home, and sleep it off, before you wake up in the hospital," I said with a more firm tone of voice. They didn't listen. I had all of them incapacitated and unconscious within a few minutes. Two of them had broken arms, and the last one will never walk again.

"Not bad, Govn'r," I heard a voice say behind me.

I turned to see a fourth man with a knife to Adam's throat. A look of fear was in his eyes, and I couldn't blame the boy. I turned my attentions back to the man.

"Harm him, and there will be no place you could hide from me. Even in prison you wouldn't be safe from me. Let him go, and I promise not to kill you."

"I'm the one with the power, Govn'r. Your son ain't gonna see the light o' day," he said with a yellow toothy grin. But before either of us could make a move, Adam took matters into his own hands. He stepped back on the man's heel and as the hand moved out, he bit his hand on the bone leading to the thumb. The man screamed and dropped the knife.

Not one to let the advantage slip, I moved fast and laid him out with one swing to his filthy nose. He got back up in a flash and in one swift move, a punch was breaking the xiphoid process of his sternum. He would die in minutes as the tiny bone punctured his heart. I had nothing but contempt for him as he lay there dying.

I turned to Adam to see how he was, and he was fine. He spit out the piece of the man's flesh onto his grimy shirt.

"I hate junk food, Master," he said. I couldn't help but laugh.

Of course the police arrived a few minutes later, and I smoothed everything out. Too bad they arrived too late to save the last mugger, but that's life. We made it home a few hours later. I was impressed with the boy how he handled himself. He turned towards me as he mounted the stairs leading to his apartment.

"Thank you for the lessons, Master," he said.

"You're welcome, Adam. Good night."

"Good night, Master," he said and disappeared up the stairs.

Chapter Three
Adam's Initiation

Over the next few weeks, Adam grew more and more confident as the success of his first encounter with the violent type sunk in since his rape. He didn't seem to want to experiment any further with sex, so I let him continue as if our sexual experience didn't happen.

Something happened just before my Christmas vacation, though. I had a party, as was the norm before the holiday, to celebrate the season. He did his duties as instructed. I had a date for the night. Her name was Sheila, and even from the beginning, I could tell it was a mistake to bring her for this. I wasn't able to find anyone, not that I mind going stag, but I was in the mood for some company, so I invited her.

She was rude to Adam from the beginning. No big deal, because he weathered it well, but she seemed to think that she was the lady of the house later on in the evening. The more she had to drink, the more she flung herself at me.

By the end of the evening, she was all over me. We headed upstairs for the night. Adam took his leave at the appropriate time to dismiss the staff and pay them for the night. She was on me the minute the doors to the bedroom closed. She wanted it every way she could get it. Her favorite place to get fucked was up the ass.

Don't get me wrong, she was a very attractive woman, and I don't mind giving a good buggering (as our British friends would call it), but something was making me dislike her more and more. When I woke the next morning to leave for my vacation, she was still asleep.

I showered in a hurry, dressed and headed downstairs. Adam was waiting for me by the door as I instructed him to do so. He wasn't dressed in his uniform, but it was a Saturday, and I told him it wasn't necessary. I just wanted him there to give him some last minute instructions.

He had plenty of food to last him, so I wasn't worried about that, and he knew how to cook without burning the place down. I just needed him to know where and how to get a hold of me if he needed me.

"One last thing, Adam," I said, and with my voice lower, "make sure Sheila leaves before ten o'clock."

"Yes, Master. Have a good time on your vacation, Sir."

"I will, and you have a good time off as well. See you in two weeks." I smiled and placed my hand lovingly on his left jaw line. He squirreled his shoulders up to meet my hand and smiled back. I turned and left for the car, feeling confident in his abilities to handle things at my house.

My vacation was very relaxing. I met a few 'snow bunnies' and got to know them very intimately. A blizzard had hit the Chicago area two days after my arrival at Aspen, so I called home to check on Adam. He said he was fine, and he had met a few boys in the area. He asked if they could stay over as the snow was making things hazardous.

"Of course it's okay, Adam. I trust you implicitly. One thing, though, make sure the horses are taken care of and kept warm."

"Yes, Master," he said and we hung up.

Two days later, the lines were down and it was impossible to get a call through. I wasn't worried about him. He knew how to take care of himself now, and it was normal for the lines to be non-functional during a blizzard.

I arrived back at the airport the Sunday after New Years Day. Armand drove me home and left for his home after Adam helped get the bags inside the house. I asked how his vacation was, and he went into a story about how he met his three friends; Phillip, Karl, and Horace.

"Horace?" I asked him.

"Yeah, I know, Master. He hates his name also, but he's sort of the ring leader of the group. He's kind of cool, too. You'll like him. And something else I saw when we were swimming. They have those navel things also, Master."

"Everyone does, Adam, except you apparently." It was then that I noticed he was a little nervous. "Are you okay, Adam?" I asked him.

He didn't answer right away, so I knew something was definitely wrong. I asked him if something had happened with his friends that I should know about.

"Oh no, Master, it's not that."

"Then what?"

"Well, you know that woman, Sheila?"

"Yes…" I was waiting for the punchline to this.

"Well, she didn't leave when you told me to tell her to leave."

"And why not?" He could tell I was getting a little angry at him for disobeying me.

"Well, Sir, I told her to leave when it was about nine o'clock, but she didn't."

"Why didn't you call Armand over?"

He muttered something incomprehensible. I told him to repeat that.

"She…she… pulled me onto her," he stammered.

Now I was furious, but not at him. I knelt down in front of him and told him so, but I also told him to tell me everything that had happened. After taking a deep breath, he began.

"I went into the room to tell her to leave, like you told me to, and she said, no. Before I knew it, she pulled me to her and kissed me. On the lips, too. I tried to push away from her, but she wouldn't stop.

"She took my pants and underpants off and pulled me on top of her. She used her hand to get my thing hard and put it in between her legs. I didn't know what to do. She rolled over and put me under her. She started bouncing up and down on top of my thing till I think she had an orgasm.

"She rolled off me and called me…path…path…"

"Pathetic," I helped him.

"Yes, Sir. What does that mean?"

"It means useless," I said through gritted teeth. I told him to continue with what happened next.

"She said that if I told you then it would be her word against mine and she would win. Please, Master, don't be angry," he said on the verge of tears. I pulled him into a hug and told him I was angry but not at him.

"What she did was just as bad as what those men did to you back in October. She raped you; that simple. You've been worried about this all this time, haven't you?"

"Yes, Sir. It wasn't so bad with my friends here, because they took my mind off of it, but when they left, I couldn't help it. I kept thinking you would be mad because I did that to your girlfriend."

"She's no girlfriend of mine, Adam. No friend or girlfriend of mine would ever do that to you. And you had no control over what she made you do, so it's not your fault."

"That's what H said," Adam countered.

"H?"

"Horace. That's what he likes to be called," he answered.

"Oh. Well, he was right. In fact, I promise you'll never have to see her again in your life." I knew what I was going to do about her and it would happen this following weekend. "And because you haven't totally enjoyed your vacation, I'll give you another week off of duties and studies, excluding self defense and piano, if you want it."

"Yes, Master, I want it," he said with obvious signs of relief on his face. I wiped his tears from his cheeks and dismissed him.

I walked into my study and made a phone call to a person that I knew to handle the Sheila situation. I told him I needed to see him in my office the next day. Afterwards, I walked out to find four naked ten-year-olds frolicking around in the pool area. I smiled and went to the kitchen for something to drink.

As I passed by the glass wall that separated the pool, I saw the four of them lying on towels. I went in to introduce myself to Adam's friends. They panicked a little when I walked up and began covering themselves.

"Relax, boys. We have the same body parts, and when you've seen one set of buttocks, you've pretty much seen them all." That, of course, is totally not true. Young boys have the cutest butts in the world. I wanted them to feel comfortable with me, though.

Adam introduced each of them to me. Phillip, or Phil, was Phillip Stuart, and I knew his parents. He was tallish and a little gangly. He sported shoulder length brown hair and a sparse amount of freckles on his nose and cheeks. His skin was a little dark for someone from this area. Next was Karl Grant. This one was shorter than Adam and a little on the plump side. He had really short black hair and a round face to complement his round physique. His skin was almost milk-white; more common to the area.

Horace Crawford was the last one, and I could see why they made him the leader of the quartet. He was redheaded with more freckles than even God could count all over his body. The kid was really good looking, and he carried himself very well. He stood as tall as Phillip, but had a little more meat on him than the other one.

"Pleased to meet each of you. You are welcome here at any time." I shook their hands and left them to their fun.

The boys ended up leaving just before dinner. During dinner, Adam asked a question I figured he already knew the answer to.

"Master, what does the word, 'fuck', mean?"

"I would have thought living on the streets you would have found out about that, especially after your rape," I said. "Why do you ask?"

"Well, I heard them use it that night and I heard Miss Sheila use it the night before you left on vacation and when she forced me onto the bed."

"Did you hear us that night?"

He got a sheepish look on his face and answered quietly. "I couldn't sleep that night, and when I came into the kitchen for some cocoa, I heard a noise. When I got to your door, I heard her yelling, 'Fuck me', over and over again."

"Okay, well, the word itself is a curse word. It is not used in civilized conversation. It basically means to have sex."

"Would you do that?"

"Do what?"

"Fuck me, Sir." He said just above a faint whisper.

"You sure about that, Adam?"

"Yes, Master, I'm sure."

"Go into my bathroom and wait."

He got up from the table and left the room. I finished my dinner and headed upstairs after him. When I made it into the lavatory, he was standing next to the commode, bare ass naked, excluding the collar around his neck. I motioned him to get in the shower, and he complied.

As he climbed in the shower, I saw his back and something else caught my eye, besides his perfectly nice ass. The scar on his shoulder blade was gone. I looked down to his leg and it was gone as well.

I stripped and stepped in behind him. Before doing anything else, I reached around his body and felt along the length of his little pecker. That scar had diminished to almost nothing. I remember his scar being quite nasty when I gave him his blow job. Now, it was nothing more than a thin line.

Scars that were as bad as his don't just disappear like that and leave no trace. I knew something was different and odd about the kid, but this was impossible. I decided not to make a big deal of it at the time. I would address it later with him.

I had him bend down and stick his rear in the air. I inserted my finger inside his youthful ass to feel around. When I pulled it out, I reached back and picked up a hose with a graduated tip. I inserted the tip inside his anus. While holding it in place with one hand, I turned on the water with the other. I moved the tip around inside him while warm water filled his anal cavity.

After some time, his belly filled up with lukewarm water, and it began to expand. He began to fidget under the pressure that was being put on his skin. I told him to hold still, but he complained that it was beginning to hurt him.

"Just a few more minutes, Adam, and we'll be through," I reassured him. He nodded and grabbed his ankles to hold on. I continued to let the water flow inside my young slave. Finally, I turned off the water and pulled the tip of the hose out of him. I had him remain in the position he was to allow the warm water to do its work on his entrails.

"Okay, Adam, go ahead and expel the water into the toilet," I told him after about ten minutes. He ran the short distance to the porcelain fixture. I let him have his privacy as I walked into the bedroom.

When all the water was out of him, he walked in to stand by my bed, in a very submissive stance. The room was a little cool, so some goose flesh had risen on his skin and he shivered a little bit. I looked at him for a second and pulled him to me as I had done when I gave him his first blowjob. I wrapped my arms around him to have him feel the warmth of my body. He reached under my arms and did the same. He continued to shiver from either nerves, or the chilliness of the room, I wasn't sure.

I pulled him onto the bed and had him lie on his stomach. I had some olive oil remaining in the nightstand from before Christmas and poured some in my hand. I began to work the oil around on his buttocks. I wanted him relaxed, not anxious about this.

I kneaded his gluttial muscles with the oil and my knuckles. I poured a little more of the oil onto his back and worked it into his skin as well. His legs came next. By the time I was finished with his toes, he so relaxed, I thought he was asleep.

I had spread his legs out as I was massaging them, so when I went up to pour some oil on his anal muscles, I could actually see his small flower. With a slow deliberate move, I poured some more oil down the crevice of his rear mound.

He moaned a little as I began working the lubricant around his anal doorway. I could tell he was getting as worked up about this as I was. I inserted my finger inside him to try and rewiden his backdoor. Once I broke through, he flinched a little, but otherwise showed no sign of trauma. I inserted two fingers after a minute of working with the first. I spread the fingers apart some, and another moan escaped his lips.

A third finger was placed inside and I heard him grit his teeth at that. I waited for him to calm down from it before continuing. Once his head was back on the bed in a more relaxed way, I began working all three fingers around inside him. As I worked, I saw him begin to absentmindedly pump his hips in time with the rhythm of my fingers, and I knew he was ready for coupling.

I could wait no longer, either. As I withdrew my fingers, I began to move up his body, smothering his young frame with my adult one. I pulled my fingers out of his entrance when I got even with his body. As I moved up, I interlaced my forearms under his armpits and back behind his head. I laced my fingers behind his neck and held onto him as the tip of my cock touched his backdoor.

He began to fidget a little, getting nervous at the inevitable, so I waited for him to calm down again.

"Are you sure about this, Adam?" I whispered in his ear. He nodded ever so slightly, and with one mighty shove of my hips, I speared my young slave.

"UUUUHHHH!" was the sound that escaped from his lungs. He squirmed around, trying to get out from under me. The full nelson I had slipped him into prevented any thought of that, and he knew it. He was mine.

Again, waiting for him to calm down before proceeding, I waited. My cock was buried only an inch [2½ cm] inside him, but I was patient. He finally ceased his struggles and surrendered to my whim.

I eased more of my cock inside his lubricated anus, slow enough to allow him time to get used to it. As he felt me filling his backside, he looked up at me and smiled a little. A tear fell loose from its moorings and slid down his cheek. I released my hold on his neck and wiped it clean. Even though I felt a little sorry for the lad, I still was not going to stop until I finished inside him.

As I bottomed out in him, I raised myself up from his body to get better leverage. He rose up with me, and that surprised me. He got himself up on all-fours as I got ready to do the same. I reached under him and felt his cock; it was as hard as it could possibly be.

Not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, I slowly began to pull out of his asshole. With slow deliberate moves, I began to pump in and out of my young charge. He began to move with me after some time. Within only a mere minute of getting a good rhythm, he shuddered and orgasmed. The effect was instantaneous on me, and I came as well.

We collapsed back down on the bed. He was fidgeting a little bit, so I let him up. He crawled away from me, and my dick was pulled out of his ass as he did so. He crawled up to lie on the pillow. A trail of semen followed him as it flowed out of his hole. He curled up into a ball when he reached the headboard. I sank back down on my stomach and watched him.

"You okay?" I asked him.

"Y… Yes, Master," he said, but I could hear a faint sniffle.

"What did I tell you about lying?" I chided him. He froze. A second later he turned to face me.

"I really am okay, Sir. It's just I wish that this could have been my first time not before with those other men. That's all."

I smiled and moved up to him and hugged his small frame to my chest. He reached around and held on to me as well. I raised the covers up and slipped us between the sheets for a good night sleep. He was asleep in minutes.

I woke up the next morning with a peculiar sensation. My cock was hard and it felt like something warm was sliding up and down its length. I opened my eyes to find Adam riding me slowly. I slowly moved my arms behind my head and allowed him to continue at his own pace.

He continued to slide along the length of my erection, keeping the slow deliberate pace. He seemed to be struggling with what he was doing. I reached down and grabbed him by his hips. He turned around instantly, looking me in the eye.

"Having trouble, Adam?"

"It's not sliding easily, Master," he said while trying to hold himself in check.

I reached over to the nightstand and picked up the bottle of oil. Lifting him off me, I applied a healthy bit of it to the boy's backside and my staff. He lowered himself back down and I slipped back inside him a lot more easily. He sighed his relief.

He still took it slowly still, but it was less painful to him. I glided in and out of his rear door for some time before I stopped him and pulled him back down onto my chest. With one arm around him, I rolled us over, putting me on top. I pulled him back up onto his knees and me right behind him. If the kid wanted a good fuck, then I was going to give it to him.

Grabbing his hips again, I began to plow into the slave. With the oil lubricating his passage well, he wasn't in any real pain. He began moaning once I built up a good rhythm. Just to check, I reached under him and felt his cock and it was stiff again. He was fine, so I got into plowing into him.

His dry orgasm hit just after I touched his cock again, making his anal muscles clench, and sending me over the edge as well. I emptied myself into his bowels once again. It felt good for both of us.

I climbed off him and went into the bathroom for my morning shower. As I was showering, he walked in and asked if he could join me. I stepped aside to let him in. I admired his perfect body again before he stepped behind me.

"Master?" He asked as he was washing my back.

"Hm?"

"Why did I have an orgasm when I got the belt that time?"

"I don't know, Adam. There are some people who like to be spanked and they do have orgasms from it. Perhaps you are one of those people." It seemed plausible to me. "Do you want to try it tonight?"

I got no answer, so I turned to look at him. He was standing with his hand over his groin again. I moved his hand away, and it was jutting straight out again. The quick recovery of a young boy never ceases to amaze me. The thin red line along the top of his cock stood out angrily. The rest of his cock was perfectly healed.

"You do, don't you?"

"Yes, Master," he said in a whisper.

"Well, once the staff has left the house and your self defense lesson is finished we can try it. Okay?" I could tell he was excited and a little scared as well. I took his chin in my hand and pulled his face up to look at me. "If you don't want to do something, then say so, Adam, and we won't."

"I…I want to, Master, it's just that it'll hurt, right?"

"Well, yes, it will, but you yourself said that you had an orgasm while it was happening the last time. Even though it hurt, you felt good at the same time. So, we'll do it and see what happens. I have a special room to try this in that even the staff doesn't know about."

"Where?"

"You'll see tonight. Now, let me finish my shower so I can get to work. I have a meeting with someone important today." He nodded and we finished the shower in silence.

We got dressed and descended the stairs together, making light chit-chat. He bid me a good day as I left for the office. Once Armand dropped me off, I headed to my office room. I took care of normal, everyday business items until about eleven o'clock when my guest arrived that I had called the previous day.

He walked in the office and I gave him a manila envelope with Sheila's information and picture in it that I had prepared earlier that morning. The instructions were in it, as well as his pay for the job. He nodded and left the office without saying a word.

As wealthy as I am, there are a few people that I know that can do jobs that are not exactly legal. They know the punishment for thinking they can turn on me, also. This man and I have just such an arrangement. He's been doing jobs for me for a number of years and I keep him well taken care of. He has a sadistic streak that worries even me, but I try not to think about that too much.

I arrived at home that day to find all four boys playing in the pool again, but this time with suits on as Mrs. Garcia was around. Being naked was one thing, but being naked in front of an older Mexican woman was entirely something else.

I ate dinner with the four of them while they talked about normal ten- and eleven-year-old things. As mature as Adam is, he is still a ten year old boy with normal ten year old habits. I told the boys to go home after dinner and they left us alone for Adam's piano and self defense lessons. The staff had already left for the night, as usual.

After the combat training, I looked at Adam in the face and asked him if he was sure he wanted to do this. He answered in the affirmative. I told him to strip off his gi. Once he was fully nude, I asked him a question.

"Do remember what I did last night in the shower before we were in bed?" It took him a second to remember, but then he told me he did. "That was called an enema. It cleans out your lower bowels of waste. I want you to go upstairs and do it again just as I did it to you. Can you do that?"

"Yes, Master, I think I can."

"Good. Do so, and then meet me in the study."

He did as I told him and I stripped as well. The gi isn't difficult to remove, so I was in the study within minutes, waiting for him. He walked in the room about ten minutes later, sporting a really stiff one.

Once he arrived, I led him over to a wall of shelves my father led me to at a time long ago, and moved a special book forward. The bookshelf swung on its hinges outward to reveal a hidden room. I turned to look at Adam, and his jaw had hit the floor. I beckoned him inside. He was a little leery, and I couldn't blame him.

I took his hands in mine and led him into the narrow stairwell. He followed, but still stunned. The shelf moved back to its original place as we made it to the bottom step. Adam gasped as we were cloaked in sudden darkness, and I could feel his hands begin to shake. I felt for the doorknob and upon locating it, I turned it to open the door that blocked our passage.

Knowing where everything is by heart, I didn't flip the switch for the light; I just led my willing, young slave into the chamber. In the middle of the room, was a single pole that I knew all too well and I led Adam up to it as my father had done to me once upon a time.

I took Adam's hands and moved them to the pole. A pair of steel manacles hung from a pulley attached to the ceiling, and I pulled them down to just above his head. I placed his wrists in each of them. He was getting very nervous, now, which is exactly where I wanted him; nervous and a little scared.

I left him there and walked to the side where the end of the cable was located to pull his arms upward. I knew about how far to take him up and stopped at the right point. I returned to him, and I turned his collar around to put the d-ring in front. It was attached to a small cable that was itself attached to another d-ring on the pole.

I ran my hands down his youthful body, and I had guessed right about the height. His feet were just barely dangling from the ground. He was shaking like a leaf in high winds. I let him enjoy his anxiety for a while. I felt around to his front, and he still had a nice woody working as well. I stroked it a little, letting him get in touch with his feelings more.

Stopping just short of giving him an orgasm, I pulled away and walked over to the wall at the left. I knew the strap that I needed. Since it was dark, I did have to feel my way around some, but found it within seconds of searching. It was a thick, heavy leather belt that was used on me several times during my growing up years. Father made sure it was easily accessible.

I walked back over to my willing victim and felt his cock again; very willing by the feel of things. I looped the thick leather back to itself and brought it down on his young asscheeks with a loud, "SLAP!"

"UUUUGGH!" escaped his lungs, before sounding out, "One, Master". I brought the strap back again and brought it down against his skin for a second time. The same results with the added count. With the room being so dark, I wasn't sure of where I was hitting him, but by the sound of it, he didn't seem to mind getting it in the same place. Of course with the darkness, the sound of each smack seemed to echo louder than it normally would have if the light was on; strange how that is.

I wasn't using my full force as I did last November, but he was still feeling the effects, sure enough. A third one landed and I know it hit on the skin of either one of the first two marks. His gasp was longer and louder before he counted, "Three, Master". I lined up the fourth one and made sure it was a little below the one that just made contact. I think it hit the back of his leg, just below the crease of his asscheek.

I could make out some sound coming from him as I continued unabatedly raining down welts upon his backside. It took me a while before I figured out what he was doing. He was rubbing his cock up and down the length of the pole, trying to achieve orgasm. By the sound escaping his lips, Adam made his goal as the strap made contact for the tenth time.

But that didn't stop me. I wanted to see just how far I could push him. I moved to his left and brought it down again on him, but now it was on his left cheek. He wiggled and squirmed to get away from the lash of the belt across his new skin, but it wasn't going to happen.

"Master, please stop. I've got my orgasm, Sir," he complained.

I was next to him so fast it startled him.

"I know, my little slave, but now we're doing it for me. This isn't just about getting you what you want. Orgasms aren't just for you." And with that, I returned to my position and continued with the belt.

"SMACK!" another one landed just above the last one, I think, and he counted out a whimpering, "Twelve". This was not going to stop until we reached twenty, so I had another eight to go. The thirteenth strike landed on this side's crease at the back of the leg as well, sending renewed waves of pain through him.

As I landed the fifteenth swat, the familiar sound of him rubbing against the pole was reaching my ears again. I smiled as I landed number sixteen across his left buttcheek. The last remaining lashes were driving him nuts again, getting him close to that edge of orgasm. I planted two extra hard and long belts across both asscheeks as a finishing mark to his torment.

I let him hang there as I went to the wall that was located on the side of the door. On this wall was an assortment of oils, creams, gels and other lubricants. I reached for and found the olive oil. I have always preferred the olive oil to other lubes due to its natural consistency. Also, it has a bit of a sting to it when applied to welts; trust me on that.

I poured some of the oil into my hands and worked it into my palms. Making my way back to my captive, I poured a little more out and upon arriving at the pole, I began slicking his entire ass with the oil. Immediately he felt the stinging sensation, then some relief. I worked the olive base into his skin, feeling the texture that covered his rump. As I continued the work, I made my way inward to his boy's hole and slicked up that little rosebud. His backdoor muscle gave way willingly to two of my fingers as they invaded him again. I worked my fingers in and out, twisting as they pumped him, all the while he cooed at the attention.

"Ask for it, Boy," I whispered in his ear.

"Please, Master, fuck me," he whimpered into the pole's metal.

My cock that had been hard the entire time I had whipped him, had definitely been oozing precum, and was ready for action. I had to bend down to get lined up with his sphincter, but as I raised back up, my cock found it's mark. I held onto his hands as I continued to pull myself up inside him. That action also pushed him into the pole that was keeping him captive as well as giving him pleasure through his own erection.

He cried out as I fully embedded myself into him, but that didn't stop me from giving him the serious fucking I craved. With the manacles holding him in place, I pulled out of his ass, and quickly shoved it back inside. I felt his body shudder through another orgasm as my stomach made contact with his asscheeks.

He may have had another one, but I wasn't finished yet. Just on a curious notion, I reached around and checked his dick. Believe it or not, it was still hard as a rock. I began pumping it as I humped into his rear doorway. As I pumped into him, I felt his cock jump at each time I made contact with the skin on his rump. He hissed, but his cock would have a reaction as well.

I kept my suspicions to myself as I continued to lay into him. After all, I was trying to achieve my own orgasm. It wasn't long after that I felt the familiar building in my personal loins. With one last ultimate lunge that raised him off the ground even further, I sent more of my semen swimming into his bowels.

I leaned against his back, trying to recover a little of my strength. I came down from being planted inside his asshole and sat on the ground for a second more to recover. Once I thought I could stand properly, I got up and unclipped his collar from the pole. I went to the wall where the cable was secured and lowered him back to the ground.

From the sound of it, he must have collapsed to the ground as I gave him enough slack in the manacles' cable. I told him to close his eyes, and walked to the light switch on the wall, located just inside the doorframe.

Light flooded the room in an instant from a series of florescent lights from the ceiling. It took me a few minutes to adjust my eyes to the brightness, myself. As my vision cleared, I saw Adam still lying on the floor, and still manacled to the cable. I walked gently over to him, to help him up. His knees were still shaking as he stood. He wiped his eyes to clear his vision as well. He gasped as he took in the sights of the room.

I smiled at his reaction. I had the same reaction when I first saw it as a small boy. The room was divided up into four different categories, for lack of a better term. Each wall had a different type of device hanging on it, leaning on it, or standing next to it. The doorway was located to the far left of the wall behind us.

That wall was split in half. On one half, were an assortment of lubrications, oils, and other things of the sort. The other half of the wall held insertables, like dildos, vibrators and plugs. The wall to our left, right as you were looking at that wall, had an arrangement of hitting things. It was littered with different sizes of crops, canes, straps, whips, belts, paddles, and the like.

On the wall in front of us was a huge collection of binding gear. Ankle and wrist restraints, ropes, collars, bars (with and without cuffs), leather ball stretchers and spreaders of varying sizes, clamps, gags, and blindfolds hung from pegs on the wall. The last wall held torture devices aplenty. An electrolysis device, weights, an extendable rack, a set of adjustable stocks (I bought that one a couple of years ago at an auction), a cross (my father's), and other such things that would probably be used on him later.

"Go ahead and have a look around, Adam," I said as I undid his wrists from the manacles. He seemed genuinely curious about the place. I figured; why not allow him to have a look around. Besides, I got the feeling at the time the boy would be spending a whole lot of time down here over the next few years.

He chose looking at the wall that had the lubes and insertables first.

"Master, what are these?" He asked noticing the dildos.

"What do they look like, Adam?"

"Rubber… um," he stammered.

"You may use the word, 'dick', in this case," I encouraged him. "And that's exactly what they are, rubber dicks. Another word for them is, 'dildo'. They are generally used for a female to use when she doesn't have a man in her bed, but they can be used on young boys as well."

He smiled sheepishly again and returned looking at that particular wall. He touched each item as he passed it. I sat down on the floor and watched him as he passed each tool in turn. He seemed fascinated by each and every one of them.

"Oh, please replace this while you're over there, Adam," I said to him as he was passing the 'whipping wall' as I call it. He walked over and took the leather belt from me, smiling at the memory of what just had happened. As he made his way back to the wall to replace the belt where it belonged, I couldn't help but admire his perfect ass. Even with the welts I had just given him, it was still very succulent. It glistened from the oil I had rubbed over it earlier, and each of the red welts stood out across his skin, but it was still magnificent. I'm sure he takes it for granted as I did at that age, but it was no less wondrous.

He touched each and every object on that wall, feeling their textures, absorbing each of their personalities and noticing the differences in each one. I was impressed with his thoroughness. He moved on to the back wall with the bindings, doing the same thing. When he got to the last section of the wall, he noticed the different types of collars that were on display.

"Why so many different collars, Master?"

"You never know what you may need, Adam. You just never know, so I have to be prepared for it."

"Hmph," he said under his breath. An idea hit me as he was looking at that wall.

"Adam, do you see that metal collar?" I asked him. It was a simple stainless steel collar with a leather liner. It had a hinge with a vertical d-ring at the back and a loop with an opened lock in the front.

"Yes, Master."

"Bring it here, please," I told him and he did as directed. When he was standing right in front of me, I pulled him down to sit on his knees, so I could look at him in the face. "Whenever you feel like coming down here for a session like you just got, wear this collar around your neck. Deal?"

His eyes lit up at that and a big grin crossed his face.

"I'll take that as a 'yes'." He nodded. "Okay, then there are a few rules never to be broken. First, you don't wear this on the night before or of a party night. Second, your friends do not find out about this place without my permission and approval, nor is this ever discussed with anyone else without my approval, including the staff. Lastly, this collar is not to be worn outside of this house.

"Also, if we are to do this, you need to have an enema done before we come down here. I want you clean inside and out. Any questions?"

"No, Master."

"Good, now, continue looking around if you want."

He went back to the place at the wall he had just left and continued his tour. He asked about the rack and cross when he got to the last wall. I told him what they were for, and his cock jumped at the thought of being in one of them. He made a comment about the stocks that he had seen them in his History lessons before he ran away. It was the first time he had mentioned anything about running away, but I let it go for the time being.

Upon making the circuit, he returned to me as I was still sitting on the floor. He saw that I was getting turned on again by just watching him walk around the room naked. I couldn't help it; his butt was just so perfect. He turned and sat down in my lap, but before going all the way down, the little tart grabbed my dick and aimed it at his hole for another round.

I was amazed at his stamina. He sat down, but didn't go anywhere. He just sat there, enjoying my cock up his ass. I wrapped my arms around him, and enjoyed having my cock up his ass.

"I like the way it feels, Master," he said as if answering the unasked question. "I wish I could keep it there forever, Sir."

"So do I, you little slut," I chided him.

"Slut, Master?"

"It's a dirty word used for a woman that likes either a lot of sex, or kind of kinky sex. I was just kidding with you about liking sex too much. Don't go using that word, Adam."

"Yes, Master."

"There might be a way to fake having something up there, if you like," I suggested to him.

"One of the rubber dicks?"

"I was thinking more of one of the plugs. But first, get on your hands and knees and let me finish what you started."

He moved forward and I followed with him. He assumed the position I wanted, and I grabbed him by the hips again. This one was going to take a while, but I laid into him just as I did before. I took it slow at the beginning.

"Harder, Master," he said into the floor. I gave it to him and the little slut asked for even harder after that. I grabbed his hips with a firmer grip and plowed into him even more. It was almost animalistic in nature what I was doing to the lad now. He was going to have a sore asshole when I finally get done with him, that was for sure.

I pounded into him for a solid fifteen minutes before I climaxed inside him again. He reached under himself to whack his stiffy, and I batted his hand away and returned it to the floor. I pushed us down to the floor with my weight.

"Clench your buttcheeks tight as I pull out of you and don't spill a drop of what I just put in there." He did as I told him and I pulled my cock out of his spent rectum, leaving him lying on his belly.

I went to the wall with the insertables and picked off one of the buttplugs from one of the shelves. I walked back over to the boy I had just fucked and knelt down between his legs. Without any further lubrication, I inserted the plug in his asshole, sealing my sperm inside.

He gave a start and tried to move away as the widest part of the plug invaded him, but I held him in check by the small of his back. As the slender part passed the sphincter, he relaxed more.

I rolled him onto his back and sought out his groin's digit. He reached down to feel the plug in his anus, but I smacked his hand away. I lowered my mouth onto his hard-on and sucked in his tiny manhood. He gasped as warmth covered his most private area. I began to slide his tool in and out of my mouth and he laid back to enjoy the attention, which is exactly what I wanted him to do.

I placed my hands under his legs to bring them over my shoulders and on my back. This gave me the clearance I needed to reach the buttplug unhindered.

While I was sucking him off, I reached down and grasped the plug I had just inserted inside him and began twisting it. His pecker jumped a little in my mouth, and I knew he was enjoying the further stimulation. Not only did I twist the plug, I began to move it in different directions. I knew what it was doing to his insides. I knew the effect it would have on him; after all, little boys do have a prostate as well.

The moving around of the plug as well as its wideness was stimulating that small gland and having a profound effect on his pleasure. I continued the manipulations of both sides of his pelvic region as he got lost in his senses. He slapped his hands down to the floor just as he raised his butt up and a powerful orgasm wracked his young frame. His whole body seemed to explode in wave after wave of pleasure. The assault was too much for him to handle, and my poor young slave passed out on the floor.

I laid my head down on my hands as I brought them up around his hips and laced my fingers over his groin. I lay there, listening to the sound of his ragged breathing as I waited for him to regain his consciousness. He started coming around a few minutes later.

"How do you feel, Adam?" I asked him once he was coherent enough to understand me.

"Exhausted, Master."

"How does that feel?" I asked him, tapping on the buttplug.

"Weird, Master, but not bad," he said as he sat up. He flinched a little as the welts on his ass made contact with the ground, but he sat there anyway. I backed away to allow him to sit up as I pointed down to the plug.

"Well, keep that inside you for the night, Adam."

"Yes, Sir."

"Now, let's get out of here and get some sleep. What do you say?"

"Sounds good to me, Master. Would it be okay if we didn't do this for a couple of days, Sir? I liked it and all, but I don't want to get too used to this."

"Okay by me, Adam. Just wear that collar whenever you're ready. Oh, and by the way, I've got something to do late this Friday evening, so I'm going to be late. Just practice your piano and we'll skip the defense lesson."

"Yes, Sir," he said. We turned out the lights in my torture chamber and we headed back upstairs to the real world for a good night's rest.

Adam was a little sore, and moved a little gingerly the next day, but he weathered his first trip downstairs pretty well. He kept the buttplug inside his ass that whole night. At breakfast, he whispered the question as to how to remove the plug and I told him to just pull it out with his hand. He wrinkled his nose at that.

"Well, it's either that, or you never have a bowel movement again in your life," I said, smiling.

"Bowel movement, Master?"

"Poop, Adam," I said, putting it into terms a ten-year-old would understand. He smiled back and we finished breakfast making small talk.

The rest of the week was spent doing normal things as he studied and practiced his piano as well as his martial arts. On Friday, I drove myself into work, and afterwards I took a little trip to the far side of Chicago. I stopped at a particularly drab building that was pretty well run down. A van was already here. I smiled at my associate's effectiveness.

I walked inside and down the stairs to the basement. As I got closer to the far end of the corridor, sounds of someone in agony were getting louder. I opened the door to the room to find my associate there with three large black men engaged in a scene that was quite rewarding.

All three of them had their dicks buried inside a certain Sheila Winters' body. She was screaming at the intrusions, but they didn't stop. In fact, the more she screamed, the more they seemed to enjoy it. I nodded my presence to my associate; he had done well, choosing these three men. By the looks of things, they were very well hung, and Sheila was in some considerable pain.

I waited for the three of them to finish before speaking. I didn't want to interrupt their fun and my being there would definitely been a disturbance. I watched each of them climax inside her over next several minutes. When the third man came down her throat and pulled out, I walked over to the woman tied spread-eagled to the bed and he left the room with his friends.

"Hello, Sheila," I said as I got next to her head. I squatted down as she turned her head towards me. She already had a black eye and swollen lip. One tooth was missing from her front row of teeth.

"Oh, thank God you're here, Kyle. Please help me out of here," she begged.

"Now, why would I want to do that?" That stopped her colder than the winter we were going through.

"You did this?"

"Did what?"

"You had me kidnapped?"

"I don't know what you're talking about, Sheila. I've been in meetings all day," I said with a tone that told her she was not going to get any help from me. "However, I do think it's fitting justice after what you did to my slave, Adam."

"I didn't do anything to that little bastard," she screamed at me. "Now get me the fuck out of here, if you know what's good for you, Kyle. I know people, Kyle, and I will talk."

I laughed in her face, knowing that was going to just make her angrier. The look on her face was pure hatred.

"Do you really think you're going to live long past this weekend, Sheila?" That got her spooked real quick, and the look changed. "If I know my associate, and I do know him, by the end of this weekend, there's not going to be much of you left for the police to identify."

I stood up and she was so shocked at what I had just said, she was speechless. I put my gloves back on and turned to leave the room. When I got to the door, I turned back to her.

"You took advantage of a young boy, Sheila. It was a mistake of mine to ever bring you into my home. It is a mistake I am rectifying right now. We will never see each other again. Good-bye." I turned and left the room as my associate was getting one of his toys ready for her. The bitch was in for a long weekend.

Knowing my associate as I do, they weren't going to kill her, but she would never be the same again. I returned home in good spirits and had a surprise waiting for me as I walked through the door. Adam was standing in the entry way, wearing the metal collar. I smiled and told him to wait for me in the study. He smiled and headed for the room.

I went upstairs and stripped down and pulled a robe on. When I walked in the study, the only thing Adam was still wearing was the collar and an erection. I moved a certain book on the shelf and we walked down the staircase to the room. Again, I didn't flip on the switch, but led Adam straight to the pole in the middle of the room, after closing the door.

I put his wrists in the manacles again and hoisted him up a little higher this time, bringing his chest even with the loop on the pole. His asshole was perfect buggering height. Before I turned on the light, I went over to the bindings wall and removed a blindfold. I tied it firmly around his eyes and made sure he wasn't going to see anything before I flipped the switch.

The room flooded with light at the raising of the switch, causing me to squint a little till I adjusted again. I guessed right; Adam's backside was at the perfect height. I ran my hands down his beautiful body, paying special attention to the firmness of his buttocks. The buttplug was still firmly planted inside his anus. I wondered if he did give himself the enema as I instructed him, but I would find that out later.

I continued to trace my fingers up and down his body, savoring smoothness of his skin, worshiping its rigidity. How I wished some days I could return to this state. It was so innocent a time that going back was very alluring. He fidgeted under the feathery touch of my finger while it traced his sides, but I was almost lost in a world of my own.

I snapped out of it as he shuddered. It wasn't an orgasm, but it did bring me back to reality. I pulled my hand back and let loose a hard slap to his backside. The smack sent him into the pole and the first gasp of the evening escaped his lips. Before going on with any whipping or spanking, I used my finger and thumb to grasp the buttplug embedded in his rectum. I decided to play with him a bit before completely pulling it out. I would pull on it, but not enough to allow the thickest part to pass his sphincter, and then let it slide back in place. Then, just to cause a little pain, I pulled the plug almost to that wide point then push it back inside. He was squirming considerably as I continued to do this to his small anus. Finally, I pulled the plug completely out and he relaxed as he hung in his bondage.

But I was just getting warmed up. A particularly nasty paddle, that I hated when I was a child, hung from its leather strap on the whipping wall. I picked it up and walked back to my hanging victim. With one practice swing, I reared back and let it fly.

"WHAP!" The holey wood struck solidly against his perky butt.

"UUUUUUUHHHHHH! One, Massster," he said with some difficulty.

"Never mind the count, Adam, just enjoy it," I said with a small bit of irony. I pulled back and let loose another swing. As before, I didn't use my full strength on the boy. This was for fun, and I wanted him to enjoy it. If he was being disciplined, that would be an entirely different story.

I stopped paddling him after the tenth smack assaulted his ass. I smoothly ran my hand over his reddened asscheeks, reveling in their warmth. He just hung from the manacles, whimpering a little, but his pecker told a different story.

I replaced the paddle in its spot on the wall and walked over to the wall that held the restraints. I took a chain that formed a "Y" from the wall. At the stem of the chain, it had a clasp and on the other ends were alligator clips. I walked back over to the boy and clipped the clasp to his metal collar. I wrapped the chain around the pole and brought the other two ends to his chest after putting them through the loop on the pole.

As the teeth of the alligator clip bit into his right nipple, he screamed and thrashed around, trying to knock the clip loose.

"If you scream like that again, child, I will gag you," I warned him.

"I'm sorry, Master, but please take that off me."

"No."

"Please, Master. I'll do anything, just take it off," he was beyond begging.

"Anything?" This was going to be interesting.

"Anything, Sir, anything," he cried.

"No problem, but I think I'll let you suffer for a while before removing them."

"Oh, please, Master, please take that off me. It's killing me." He was getting to the point of begging, which is where I wanted him.

"It's not killing you, but if you don't stop this incessant complaining, I will go ahead and gag you." He bit his lip against any more complaints, but the writhing in his chains continued.

I got the left nipple hard and applied the other alligator clip to it. Unable to help himself, he screamed again. True to my word, I went to the wall and retrieved a ball gag. I walked behind him as his screams were still filling the room's air.

"Open your mouth, Adam," I said and he complied. The ball gag fit perfectly inside his teeth and I buckled it behind his head. The room was a lot quieter now. "I think another ten with the paddle for not obeying should help you remember next time."

I grabbed the paddle off the wall and walked back over to him. He was struggling as he hung there, but any such action was totally wasted effort. I took up my position to his left again and swung the paddle down on his already red ass with a loud, "WHAP!"

"MMMPH!" escaped his lips through the gag. He reared his head back at the pain of the strike and pulled on the chain attached to his nipple clips. The clips dug into his tender flesh and the first of many gagged screams erupted from him.

"Ooo, I bet that hurt," I teased him, noticing what he did to himself. "I guess you're going to have to learn to control yourself in the future."

The next swat landed right on top of the first and he grunted into the gag again. This time, I saw him grinding his pelvis against the pole, trying to achieve his first orgasm. Since that was why we were here, I allowed him to keep trying, this time. The remaining smacks were just as interesting as the sound of wood connecting with flesh filled the room constantly.

After the final blow was dealt, I returned the paddle once again, and returned to Adam's side. Tears were flowing out of the bottom of the blindfold, but his cock was enjoying itself. He was having a problem relieving himself, but he was still trying. I reached back and grabbed his left buttock, sending renewed pain through his system. He actually came once his cock touched the pole again.

"Th… thank you, Master. I needed that," he whispered as I took off his ball gag. I released the alligator clips from his nipples and removed the other chain from his neck. A small bit of blood had run down his chest from each nipple. I let him regain his strength before going on.

I took the stocks, something he was highly interested in the previous time, and brought them to the center of the room. There was a small platform that I brought with me to set the stocks on, making his anus the right height for fucking. I undid his manacles, allowing his wrists to go free. He dropped to the ground instantly, but I didn't let him rest. He was led to the stocks and I put his wrists in the holes on the upper bar. His neck was placed through a center hole just above his wrists. I made one improvement to this stock when I got it. Half way down is another stock for small groins (imagine that).

I wrapped his entire groin in my hand and pulled it across the piece of wood. As I held onto him by his gonads and pecker, I lowered the securing slat of wood into place and locked it. His feet were allowed to remain free, but I put two ankle cuffs around his ankles.

I wrapped a piece of leather around his cockhead and pulled a twine through the eyehole in the end of the leather. Each end of the string was tied to the upper parts of the stock and tightened. It stretched his cock straight upwards against the grain of the wood. A small ball stretcher was wrapped carefully around his nuts with another piece of leather that hung down. The loop on that one was tied to two strings. Each string was pulled down to tie off to the ankle cuffs and pulled tight.

"Now, Adam, you said you'd do anything, so here's what you're going to do. You're going to remain in these stocks till I decide to let you out. Good night and I'll see you in the morning." I left him and walked over leave the room, but stopped and returned to him. "I almost forgot," I said as I jammed my cock up his ass for a goodnight fuck.

He hissed at the sudden and unlubricated entrance of something so big into his smaller hole. I laid into him once again as I had in the recent past; slow at the beginning then sped up. Without any lubrication, his hole was a little more resistant to being penetrated, so being a little tighter; I came after only a few minutes.

"Keep them closed, Adam," I hissed in his ear. I pulled my weakening cock out of his well-fucked ass and retrieved the buttplug. Without preamble or any other lubricant than my jizm, I shoved it back inside him. And with that accomplished, I walked to the door, flipped off the light, and left him to his bondage fun.

I walked upstairs wondering if I was doing the right thing by encouraging this behavior in him. I mean, I get enough action when I have a party and my date for the evening stays over. But, somehow this was different, and I don't mean by having it with a boy. He was different; let alone the physical differences, but he is always so willing to please me. It's not as common in young ones as you might think.

Kids look to please their parents for that pat on the back, so they're not all that altruistic in nature. Adam had a real servant's heart. It's too bad that this part of our relationship will never last long. Knowing my taste in boys, it doesn't last past the time that they turn thirteen or so. Women are one thing; they will turn me on like crazy, but when it comes to boys, they only do it up to a certain age. Boys are at their best when they are preteens and only semi-attractive upon reaching puberty.

The hips widen too much and too much hair grows in the wrong places for my eccentric tastes. Good thing there are a healthy supply of runaways out there.

I went to bed thinking of how good my fortune was when Adam fell asleep in my stable. I woke the next morning with an erection from hell. I walked downstairs with my robe hiding the stiff pole between my legs. Jeeves was making the breakfast for us in the kitchen.

"Oh, Jeeves, Adam is a little tied up at the moment, so just breakfast for one, please," I said while smiling at my own private joke.

"Yes, Sir," he said in his British accent.

"Also, I need you to do something for me, please. I need you to get a file from my office I forgot. It's on my desk there, so it'll be easy to find."

"Yes, Sir," he said, with the impatience that usually irks me, but this morning I didn't care. I just needed him to leave for a while.

He turned and left the house after the breakfast was finished. As I heard him head down the driveway, I made my way to the tormented youth I left downstairs. As I flipped the switch on, I saw the site he had become.

I approached him from behind and lined the erection that was still plaguing me up to his ready receptacle. I pulled out the plug with a noticeably audible "pop" and replaced it with my hard-on. He lurched forward as I entered him again and a soft cry escaped his tired lips.

"Please me quickly and this will end quickly, Adam," I whispered over the bar of the stock and into his ear.

"Yessss, MMaaastterrrr," he stammered.

I grabbed onto his hips as I needed leverage to give him a good quick fuck. I held onto him as I pulled back out of his asshole again and began building up another solid rhythm. I felt him clench his buttcheeks as I got started on him. The kid learns quickly what is needed, but that was not what was surprising me. His hole felt as small as it did when I first fucked him.

I filed it away as well for a later time, and continued to enjoy what was available to me. He had his gluttial muscles clenched so tight, that he had me cumming within only a few minutes. I was further impressed with the boy.

I released him from each of the bondage items I had placed him in and he sank to the floor, exhausted. I took off the metal collar and blindfold. I picked him up off the floor, and carried him to his apartment over the garage. Once I sat him on his bed, I got a good look at the damage.

Semen was oozing out from his worn asshole and he did smell like he had been having sex. His eyes were bloodshot from lack of sleep. Dried blood was on his chest from the abused nipples. It appeared his nipples were almost totally healed. His skin was a little cool and clammy, and he was shivering a little. He'd looked better, that's for sure, but it was nothing he couldn't recover from.

"Good Morning, Adam," I said with a smile.

"'morning, Master," he said with a slight smile and drowsy demeanor.

"Let's get you looking, feeling, and smelling better before you conk out for a while." He nodded and I threw him in the shower for a few minutes. I looked at his clock, and gauging the time, I figured I had about another twenty minutes before Jeeves made it back.

I had him done and out of the shower within ten. I walked back to the house after putting Adam in bed and began my own shower. When I got out, I saw that Jeeves had laid out my weekend clothes for me and left. The nothing file was lying on top of the clothes.

I did some work for a while before Adam's friends came around the house at about ten o'clock to see him. I told him he was unavailable for a while and they turned around, disappointed.

"You may use my pool for a while if you wish, boys," I told them. They instantly turned around and headed back towards me. They headed straight towards the pool after dropping off their coats.

I let them play for a while before joining them. They definitely seemed to be enjoying themselves when I walked into the area. They beckoned me to join them, and since I could think of no good reason not to, I took my robe off and dove into the water. We played around for almost two hours before the boys were getting tired.

I asked them if they wanted lunch and each of them nodded enthusiastically. As the three of them went into the dinning room, I went into the kitchen to get the sandwiches Jeeves had made for us earlier. After laying them on the table for the boys to eat, I made my way up to Adam's apartment. He was just waking up as I walked inside.

"How're you feeling?"

"Better, Master," he said with a smile. He looked better, too. I sat down next to him on his bed.

"Let me see how your backside is doing."

He stood up and I looked at the damage I had inflicted upon him the previous night. There were some outlines of holes from where the paddle had struck him, but otherwise he was not that bad. I had a look at his anus real quick, and believe it or not, it had returned to its normal size again. It was another thing that grabbed my attention and it was time to get a few answers from him.

"Um, Adam?" I asked him.

"Yes, Master?"

"I want this question answered right now, please. No more stalling on this. Where did you come from?"

He turned around to face me again. He was looking at his feet as he turned.

"I thought you said that I could take my time telling you, Master. Why do you want to know now?"

"To put it simply, because there is almost no damage to your anal muscle. Not that I'm disappointed, but there should be some type of damage to you. Plus, there are your scars. After your attack, you had a scar on your leg and one on your shoulder blade. Both of them are gone. The scar on your penis is also almost gone. It normally would never heal properly after an attack like you had. Do you have any reason as to why that would happen?"

"No, Master, I don't know. I thought that was normal. I got scratched one time on my arm and it was back to normal after sleeping two times. You can't do that?"

"No, I can't Adam. It usually takes a week or so for a person to heal from a good sized scratch or scrape. Now, will you tell me where you are from?"

"Where I come from is scary, Master. I like it here better. Please don't send me away, Master."

"Why would I do that, Adam?"

"That's what the people said would happen when I left that place. They said that no one would care about me or want me around because I'm different."

"Different how, exactly?"

"They didn't say, Master. All they said was that I was different from everyone else."

"What did your parents say to that?"

"Parents, Master?"

"Yes, your parents." No reaction that he knew what I was talking about. "You know, your mother and father." Still no reaction from him. "You didn't have parents, do you?" He started crying and shaking his head, no. I reached up and pulled him to me. He collapsed into my arms, and the tears really began falling. "It's okay, kiddo, go ahead and get it out."

"Everyone got parents, but me, Master," he cried into my chest.

He cried like that for some time. I began thinking that he was from a city orphanage or something along those lines. I made a mental note to check on that on Monday morning. As I was cradling him, Phil walked in the door.

"I was just wondering where you had gone to, Mr. Henderson."

"We'll be right there, Phil," I told him and sent him away with a wave of my hand. I turned to the crying boy in my arms. "Your friends are here and they want to see you, so you go spend some time with them, Adam."

"Y, Yes, Master. Thank you, Sir."

"For what?"

"Caring," he said and turned around to go to his closet. I was so moved by that, that it took a few minutes before I got up from the bed. No one had ever paid any attention to this kid, as far as I could tell.

I guess that was why he was so eager to please me. I paid attention to him and made him feel like he was mine. But I guess that's armchair psychology at its best.

The rest of the day I spent with Adam and his friends in and out of the pool as well as all over the rest of the house. They did spend a great deal of time in my game room also. The pool table was used quite a bit that afternoon. We bid them good-bye around four thirty and made our way to the dinning room for dinner.

After dinner, we headed upstairs after clearing the dishes. I asked him if he was going to sleep in his apartment and he asked if he could stay with me. I nodded. He slipped under the covers quickly after getting undressed, facing away from me. I slipped in behind him and molded my body against his smooth one. Within minutes, he was wiggling his cute ass against my groin.

"If you keep that up, I'm going to give you something to howl about, Adam," I warned him. He giggled and kept wiggling against me. I tweaked his right (upper) nipple as a further warning to him to beware what he was starting. Another giggle.

"You asked for it, boy," I said finally.

"Ooo, Master, please don't hurt me," he said in a mock scared voice.

I chewed on his neck in answer, sending him into a further fit of giggles. I rolled on top of him as we wrestled under the sheets and I began worshiping his hairless body. He stopped playing as I ran my hands down his side. It seems he knew what was coming next. He lay there, letting me have my way with his young body, admiring the perfection that was him.

There was no flaw to be found on him. Each and every blemish was gone from his skin. I reached over and took the olive oil I had refilled that day and began to slick down his back. I worked the salve into the very pores of his skin, as I adored its turgidity. His skin bent to every move of my hands. He softly cooed at each turn of my hands.

I eventually made my way south to his firm buttocks, spending several minutes in that area before going down his slender legs. I ended up at his feet, working the oil into the soles of each of them.

I turned him over, laying him on his back and began my journey back up his succulent legs. He placed his hands behind his head as he lied back and enjoyed my manipulations of his body. The shins, knees and thighs followed in order as my hands trekked northward. Evading his pubic region briefly, I worked his naveless stomach before going up his ribs.

I leaned over and kissed his nipples when I made it there, and he arched his back when my teeth bit each of them in turn. I felt his hands on my shoulders as he lowered himself back down onto the bed sheet. My mouth kissed him all the way back down to his bald private area.

"Master?" I looked up at him. "Is there a way I could do that to you also?" I could have married him right then and there, if it were legal.

I didn't bother answering him; I just adjusted my legs around to meet him at the pillow by his head. I pulled him down to make his head closer to my groin as well as his groin closer to my head. Being older, it was not a perfect match. His mouth didn't quite connect with my cock, so I just took care of him first. He rolled over onto his back while I went to sucking on his erect tool.

As I sucked on him, I moved my hand down to play with his asshole. He moved his legs apart to allow me better access to his inner self. I took a little more olive oil and dipped my fingers in it. Upon inserting my forefinger, I felt nothing inside him; he had gotten himself ready earlier that evening by performing the enema. I pumped his asshole with one finger for a few minutes while sucking up and down on his woody.

Being slightly impatient, I decided it was time for another finger to invade him. He didn't react as he did before as the middle finger slipped inside. His asshole felt as tight as ever, but he remained as calm and relaxed as ever. Those two fingers were thrust inside several times before adding a third. His asshole was now spread far enough to get a reaction from him.

"One more, Master, please," he gasped. I circled around to have my left arm across his body and my torso lying on it. This gave me perfect position to swallow his slender meat easier. My left hand wrapped itself around his left buttcheek, pulling it apart from its neighbor and exposing his pink flower to the room.

Taking his invitation at his word, I wormed my small finger inside him, bringing a round of hisses from him. His woody responded by jumping in my mouth at the surge of renewed pain in his rectum. I slowly fed his rectal cavity my extended fingers till they reached the knuckles of the hand and he was screaming that it hurt too much.

I backed off with my hand and shoved it back inside to the same point. He beat his hands on the bed as he did down in the torture room. His back arched upwards as his cock jumped in my mouth. He slumped back down to the sheets as quickly as he had shot out of them.

I turned to look at my young slave as he lay there, unconscious. I withdrew my fingers from his anus and wiped the oil off them with a hand towel I keep by the bed. I lay back down beside him, waiting for him to recover. It took him a while before he came around.

"What happened, Master?" He asked upon waking back up.

"You passed out again. It was the same thing that happened downstairs the first time you went down there."

"Why does that happen?"

"Because sometimes the feelings are so intense that it pumps your blood pressure too high for you to handle and you go unconscious from it."

"Wow; what a feeling," he said and I concurred. He looked down at my own hard-on and opened his legs further. "You need relief, Master. You can fuck me, if you'd like."

I swung my legs around to line up with him. I aimed my cock at the hole my hand just vacated and pushed inside him. He was unbelievably tight after what had just occurred. I pulled his legs up to place his ankles on my shoulders. With him looking peacefully in my eyes, I began to pump into him again. He smiled with tears in his eyes as my cock sliced in and out of him. I felt him flex his buttcheeks to tighten his hole even more. I climaxed with another cycle of my hips.

I collapsed on top of him and wrapped my arms around his upper body while my cock was still embedded inside him. He wiggled like he wanted to move away from me, so I rose up to allow him to do as he wanted. He turned to his left and lay on his side. I turned with him, but he seemed to not want that. He pushed away from my body, and lowered his head down to my crotch. It didn't seem to bother him that the stick that he was about to suck on was inside his other end.

He licked me from base to tip as I had done to him once and with the care of a thoughtful lover, he enveloped my cock with his warm mouth. Having just orgasmed, it took a few minutes before I responded to his ministrations.

When I was firm enough for him, he pulled away from me and spun around to face the doorway. He slid back to place his body next to mine and line my rehardened staff up to his rear hole. He then reached back and slid my pole inside him, but didn't move after that. I wrapped my arms around him in loving embrace, and started to nod off to sleep.

"I love you, Master," he whispered.

"And I'm beginning to feel the same, Adam," I said to the back of his head and we both drifted off to Neverland.

As the next morning was Sunday, Jeeves didn't come to the house, so we could do as we pleased when we woke up. As sleep abandoned me at the normal time, Adam was still conked out, so I let him snooze. I showered, dressed, and made my way downstairs for some light breakfast.

I began thinking about all the anomalies that had to do with my new slave. It seemed that his body was able to handle pain well and heal fast. Of course the absence of a navel was the most obvious. The last thing I thought about before Adam joined me for breakfast was the fact that his body was exactly as I have been saying all along; perfect. There were no freckles, no birthmarks, and the only scar he had was on his little cock from his rape, but that was disappearing just as completely. Not a blemish on his skin anywhere. Not a thing was wrong with him.

As he walked in the room, he smiled his ten year old smile and sat for breakfast. I let him eat before I wanted to confirm my suspicions. I beckoned him to me as he finished eating. As the naked boy stood before me, I did an even more thorough inspection of his young body. As I suspected; even the scar on his cock was disappearing from view. I turned him around to examine his anus and it was back to normal.

"Is something wrong, Master?"

"No, I guess not, Adam," I said as I leaned back in my chair. "How are you feeling this morning?"

"Fine, Sir," he said with a quick shrug of his shoulders. "Maybe I should ask you the same question, Master." He had a teasing smile on his lips, and I playfully spanked his butt.

"Go enjoy the day, Adam. I've got something to do."

"Yes, Sir," he said and went to the phone to call Horace. I went to my car and drove to the far side of town where my associate was keeping Sheila company. As I walked in the basement room, I saw one of the three black men having another go at the woman's asshole. My associate was leaning against the table he had brought with him. It had all the tools of his trade, even some I was not familiar with.

"How's it going?"

"As well as can be expected, Sir. She'll never trouble you again," he reported.

"Good. When you get finished with her, I need to see you in my office before noon."

"Another job so soon, Sir?"

"Yes, but this one's different, and I need just as much discretion."

"See you then, Sir."

I saw that the man was finished with fucking the bitch, so I made my way over to her. I took a quick inspection of her condition.

"You look pathetic, Bitch," I informed her. She barely opened her swollen eyes. Her whole face was riddled with small cuts and bruises. The whites of her eyes were filled with blood, at least the part of them I could see. Her whole body was covered with signs of her traumatic weekend so far.

I smiled at the pathetic sight and turned to leave the room. She begged me to stop the torment as I reached the door.

"Adam asked you to stop what you were doing to him, and you didn't. Enjoy."

I left the room and headed back up to the car. When I got there, a group of unscrupulous men were gathered around it, looking for the most valuable part of the vehicle.

"Perhaps my keys might help the work go by faster, gentlemen," I said as I pulled them out of my front pocket. When they saw me, they scattered faster than cockroaches when the lights turn on. I smiled and climbed in the car.

I arrived at home to find the same site again; four ten-year-olds skinny dipping in my pool area. I let them have their fun again and made my way to my study. The rest of the day passed uneventfully. Adam slept in his own bed that night as the next day was back to the normal routine.

At eleven, my associate walked in my office and shut the door. I motioned him to sit in the chair opposite of my desk as I finished a phone call to my New York office. He waited patiently for me to finish.

"How's Sheila doing?" I asked him as I hung up the phone.

"Released, Sir, and beyond that, who cares? Now, what's the new job?"

"This," I said and handed him a folder as opposed to the envelope from the previous encounter. He opened the folder and looked at me across the desk.

"What about him, Mr. Henderson?"

"I want you to find out where the boy came from, and do it very discretely. No one is to know that I have him, Blakely. And when I say no one, I mean it. This is a job that I want you to do personally. Don't hand it off to one of your lackeys."

"Understood, Sir. Any reason why? You usually don't care who does the work as long as it's done."

"This is different, Blakely. Double your normal fee for this one. I want an update by the end of the week."

"Yes, Sir," he said and left the office.

The rest of the day passed smoothly and I left for home. Routine being what it is, the week fell into it as if nothing were out of place. I had a party that Friday night that Adam was preparing, as he should, with his normal thoroughness. That morning, Blakely reported in to me that he could find out absolutely nothing about the boy so far. That astonished me, as usually he had at least something to report. I dismissed him and headed home for the party, stag. I was too engrossed with business to get a date for the night. Adam performed up to the usual specs that I had come to expect for the party that night.

The next day, he had his first quizzes since before Christmas vacation, and he scored perfect on them. I took him to an art gallery that afternoon and a theatre that night for a live play. We went our separate ways for the night, and I slipped into bed and picked up a novel I had been working on for the week. The door creaked open as I just turned the page.

"Master?"

"Yes, Adam?" I asked and looked at the doorway. He was wearing his metal collar, and nothing else. I smiled and nodded towards the bathroom. I heard him get into the shower and the water turn on. He closed the door after a while, and I heard him release the contents into the commode. He walked back in and over to the bed.

"Clean?" I asked as I bookmarked the page and looked at him. He nodded with a grin. "Good." I removed the covers, but didn't move from the bed. "Use your mouth, Slave," I told him, nodding to my groin area.

He was happy to do it, actually, and went right to work. He started at my fuzzy balls and took each of them into his mouth as I had done to him. His supple mouth sucked on each one in turn. That act alone got me hard, but he didn't stop there.

His tongue licked up the length of my stalk to stop at the lip of the head. The tongue circumnavigated the edge of the head, winding back up where he started. His lips pressed themselves over the tip of the head and he eased it into his warm mouth.

He worshipped it as it should be and me as I did to him. He treated my cock as if it were his master and not the rest of me. Being ultra careful with his teeth, he sank his face down the length of my pole. I didn't expect him to get the whole thing in his mouth on the first time, but he tried and gagged when it hit the back of his throat. With the utmost determination, he tried again and failed. I waited for him to ask the question, and he did after his fourth failed attempt.

"What am I doing wrong, Master?"

"Not a thing, Adam. It's just that I'm so much bigger than your throat can handle, so you're gagging on it."

"But those men were able to get it down my throat that night in the room."

"Did you gag then?"

"Yes, but they still made it past and down farther."

"But they forced it in. Do you want me to do that to you?"

"Well, if that's the only way…" he whispered and returned his mouth to cover my cock. I reached down to the back of his head with my right hand. He forced himself to take as much of it as he could before he backed off. My hand was there to hold him in place. His hands started clenching and unclenching into fists as it was becoming uncomfortable for him.

"Open your throat as if are trying to swallow something," I suggested to him. He nodded as best as he could, and I felt the back of his throat relax against the tip of my cock.

I jammed my cock further down his throat with a thrust of my hips. It slipped past his gag reflex in a microsecond. I pushed his head down further, forcing more of my cock down his gullet. He had stopped struggling once it got past his reflex, but he didn't take a breath before I jammed him, so he was running out of oxygen quickly.

I pulled back out to allow him to breathe a little, and he relaxed more. As I fed it back to him again, he took a deeper breath just before I forced it back down. His esophagus made a natural seal around my engorged cock. It felt wonderful. That is, it felt wonderful to me. By the look of things, Adam was not enjoying it at all.

I pulled my now rock-hard cock out of his mouth and released my hold on the back of his head. He turned to look up at me with tears running down his face.

"Did I do something wrong, Master?"

"No, Adam, you didn't. It just looked like you weren't enjoying it at all," I said, wiping his face off.

"It's just that's it's so big, Master. Can't you shrink it down for me?"

I had to laugh at his question for a minute, but turned back to him and replied that I couldn't shrink it any more than he could shrink his arm. He looked a little disappointed, but returned to his task. I stopped him.

"You don't have to do it, Adam."

"You enjoyed it, didn't you, Master?"

"Oh, very much, Adam. I enjoyed what you were doing very much, but I thought that you would want to move on to something you would like as well."

"No Master, I want to finish this," and with that, he climbed up on the bed, straddled my body, and returned his mouth to my cock.

I was staring at his rear rosebud as he went back to work, so I figured that he could use some stimulation as well. With some more olive oil poured down the length of his boy's crack, I slipped two fingers inside his rectum.

He didn't make a sound as I pumped both fingers across his threshold. He moaned a little as the third finger was inserted, and his pecker was getting straighter. With my other hand, I brought it down firmly against his left asscheek and another moan escaped his cock-filled lips. The slap left a red hand print against his skin as I pulled it back for another swing.

I brought the hand down a total of ten times against his left asscheek, reddening it quite nicely. My other hand was busy pumping the three fingers into his anal hole the entire time. I put my arm across his back just above his butt to hold him down as the fourth digit passed his sphincter muscle.

"UMMPH!" he said as my cock still filled his mouth. He was making it difficult to concentrate on what I was doing to his ass as his mouth was gorging itself on my cock. I pounded the full wideness of my hand into his rectum as he thrust his head up and down my cock's length.

I folded my thumb down and pushed my hand past the knuckles, fully engulfing my hand in his asshole. He raised his head up and arched his back as it passed fully into him. I stopped what I was doing to allow him to get used to having a hand up his butt. After the initial thrust inward, he calmed back down and resumed his work on my dick.

I slid my hand further inside him, passing my wrist joint. I couldn't take it any further, due to another barrier, so I began pumping my hand with a twisting motion. He was eating up the attention to his anal region. I pushed his body down hard as his mouth finally made me orgasm down his throat.

When his cock was squashed between our bodies, he came as well, and I felt his sphincter muscle squeeze my wrist as the orgasm wracked his body. He sank back down on top of me as he tried to recover from the feelings of ecstasy. I began to remove my hand as easily as I could, but he reached back to stop me.

"Leave it inside, please Master," he said and moved off my prone body. I acquiesced to him and kept my hand buried in his asshole. He curled up next to me, and drifted off into sleepland. Not able to think of what to do single-handedly, I rolled up behind him and followed him into sleep as well.

Some time during the night, he must have expelled my hand. I woke with his back plastered to my chest, and my dick buried back up his asshole again. He woke me up as his butt glided down my stomach to swallow my cock fully. I reached around him to hold him closer to me as he did what he wanted.

"Feeling frisky again this morning?" I asked him.

He snickered as he nodded his answer. His asshole was as tight as ever around my cock. This kid was unbelievable. Last night, he took my whole hand inside his rectum, and now it feels like nothing ever happened. Blakely has got to find out something about this boy soon.

Anyway, I laid into him like a two-bit whore instead of a ten-year-old. I rolled over on top of him and really shagged his ass for everything. He grunted at each of my powerful thrusts, and even clenched his cheeks together tighter to make it feel better for me. With one last primal surge, I orgasmed deep into his bowels once more.

"Good morning, Master," he said, with a little sarcasm, as I lay on his back.

"Good morning, Adam," I snickered into the top of his head. "Let's get a shower and breakfast." He nodded, and we left for the bathroom.

We climbed into the shower together, and I started the water while he took the collar off his neck. On a whim, I turned and knelt down in front of him to inspect his penis. A small pink line now traversed the length of his cock, not an angry red one.

"Something wrong, Master?"

"No, Adam, I was just double checking something."

"It's still attached, Master Kyle," he said with a smirk. I splashed water in his face and he laughed.

The doorbell rang as we were toweling off. He looked up to me and I nodded to him. He ran down the stairs to let his friends inside the house. I descended the stairs as the four were diving into the water of the pool. His metal collar was lying on the pool's deck.

I made myself some breakfast and listened to the four play in the pool. This mystery of Adam was weighing heavily on my mind, now more than ever. I spent the entire day thinking about it while he played around with the three boys. At dinner time, they stayed and ate with us.

"Mr. Henderson?"

"Yes, Karl?"

"How come Adam doesn't have a bellybutton?" The other two at the table stopped eating and looked at Adam's stomach.

"Weird," Horace said.

"Not weird, H, just unusual; that's all. As far as your question, Karl, the answer is, I don't know. According to Adam, he's never had a navel, so right now, we don't know why."

"I wish I had one," Adam commented. "Everyone else has one, but me. Maybe H is right. I am weird."

"You're different, Adam, not weird. Everyone is different from everyone else. Do you notice anyone else here having freckles?" nodding to Horace. He shook his head.

"Thanks, Mr. Henderson," Horace said with a smirk.

"Get over it, kid," I said, and we laughed at the joke. Adam was fine after that. As we got up from the table, I saw that Karl had an erection. So did the others and they made fun of him for it. The boy was understandably embarrassed from them laughing at him.

"I don't know why it does that," the boy said, defensively.

"It'll happen on and off, Karl. It even happens to me once in a while." The other two boys kept snickering at him while Adam stopped laughing. We made our way to the study and the fireplace for some hot cocoa for them and a brandy for me.

"I wish we could stay here all the time, sir," Phillip commented.

"I think your parents would object, Phil," I retorted.

"What's it like having parents?" Adam spoke up.

"You've never had parents?" Horace butted in.

"No…" he said, looking down in his mug.

"Well, you're lucky then," Horace quipped back. "You've never had anyone telling you what to do, where to go, or bossing you around all the time." Then he caught himself and looked at me. "I'm sorry, Mr. Henderson. I didn't mean you."

"It's okay, H, I know what you meant," I said with a slight smile. My concern was with Adam, though. He was feeling left out again. It was as if he was separated from the rest of the world somehow because of his upbringing.

A lone tear ran down his left cheek. Knowing the boys as I do, I didn't think that they would tease him about this. He was at a vulnerable state, and they were his closest friends. I knew they felt sorry for him, being an orphan.

I pulled him in closer to me and wrapped my arms around him. I could feel his warmth through the blanket he was wrapped in.

"Mr. Henderson?" Phil asked.

"Yes?"

"Why is Adam wearing a metal collar now, instead of his leather one?"

Adam and I looked at each other for a second before I answered the question.

"It's a special collar, Phil. One day soon, I may explain what it means, but for now, just accept that as the answer, please."

The others looked at the different collar as well for a few minutes and noticed the difference. The phone jolted us out of the mood that had set over the group.

"Horace, it's your mother," I told him and handed him the phone. As he talked to his mother, I told the others that it was a good time to leave also. They finished their cocoas, dressed and headed to their respective homes. Adam and I said our goodnights and he headed for his apartment shortly after the boys left.

The next morning was as normal as ever, until I got to the office. Blakely walked in just before lunch, and he didn't look happy.

"Why don't you take me to lunch, Sir?" He said. He never acts like this unless it's going to be unpleasant news. I told my secretary I was heading to lunch.

We didn't talk in the car; he just held an envelope in his hands, very nervously. The two of us arrived at the restaurant and were seated immediately. It helps a lot to be filthy rich.

"What can be so bad about this kid that can make you this nervous, Blake?"

"Not bad, Kyle, just secret; very secret. Some big names are involved in this whole thing, and I probably don't know the half of it."

"He's just a kid, Blake. What harm could there be in this kid? Look, forget it; just give me the file, please."

Reluctantly, Blakely handed over the file to me. I opened it just as the waiter was taking our order. The information at the beginning was normal. Adam had been an orphan, as I suspected, of a small orphanage on the south end of the city. He was raised there from a baby. No one adopted him.

His mother died due to complications in childbirth. There was no mention of the father from the orphanage's report. I laid that report aside and went on to the next one. It was a hospital's report on Adam's mother. She had just turned fifteen before giving birth, and only six months into her pregnancy.

She was injected with a serum during the delivery to help give a better chance of survival to the child. The drug was experimental at the time and no testing had been done. A doctor, well known one in the city, had administered the drug to her, against the advice from everyone in the room. It was the drug that had killed the girl. All the evidence was conveniently buried. I'm sure Blakely had to twist a few arms to get this info.

"Did you find anything out about any anomalies?"

"This is the part of the report that gets me, Sir. As the boy was born, there was no umbilical cord, yet he survived. Take a look," he said and handed me another envelope.

It contained results of tests that were totally foreign to me. I had no clue to what any of it said, but I knew of someone that could interpret it to me.

As I arrived back at the office, I called a doctor I had helped out of a financial jam a few years ago. I needed to see him that day and he agreed. As I was leaving the office, something in the discarded newspaper caught my eye. A short article about Sheila committing suicide was spaced in the side columns. I smiled and left the room.

I arrived at Dr. Evans' office and I showed Mike the envelope's contents. He viewed them with his usual scrutiny. After a long while, he turned to me and asked if he could see the subject.

"He's not a subject, Dr. Evans, he a young boy. Now, what does the report say?"

"Basically, that he was born without an umbilical cord attached," he said, stroking his short beard.

"I got that far, Mike, care to elaborate on the rest?"

"Well, it says here, that the tests they ran stated that his tissue has a high rate of regeneration. With one notable exception; his hair follicles are dormant. The only hair he'll ever have is on his head, apparently."

"How the hell did that happen?" I asked, not believing that a drug could be that specific.

"Well, according to this report made by the doctor in charge of the delivery room, he had a full head of hair being born. Maybe it was already active during the administering of the drug, coupled with the crash-cart they tried to resuscitate the mother with during delivery. Sounds like they really botched the hell out of this procedure."

"No kidding. Could the drug have done anything to the umbilical cord or to his hair follicles?"

"I don't think so," he said, still stroking his chin in a maddening way. He looked over the report closer, and then stated that the drug could not have done anything to the umbilical cord. "As far as the hair follicles; there's no telling."

"Anything else?" I asked him.

"Well," he said, still stroking his beard, which usually makes me irritated, "he seems to be able to fight off any infection, including AIDS and HIV. Plus it seems his cells have a way of regenerating themselves."

"You already said that, Mike. Does that mean the kid's immortal, or what?"

"I don't know, Kyle, I really don't know. The report doesn't elaborate on this. Probably because there is nothing like it in the history of medicine, or the world for that matter. The only thing I can tell you is to wait and see what happens in the future. He'll never get sick, that's for sure, but as far as dying; I don't know."

"He'll continue to grow, though?"

"As far as I can tell from this, yes, but how far that goes, again, I don't know. Could you bring him by? I'd like to take a look at him myself."

"Sure thing, Mike. How about tomorrow?"

"No problem, Kyle. See you then."

I left the office with more questions than I had when I walked in. It's just like doctors to do that to you; never give answers, just more questions.

I arrived home with the same amount of questions rolling around in my head. Adam served the dinner as usual and we had his evening lessons. When they were over, I told him I was taking him to the doctor's office the next day to get examined.

"Why, Master? I feel fine."

"I know, Adam, but there are just a few things he needs to check about you, like for instance, your healing ability. Don't worry; it'll be relatively painless."

"Relatively, Master? Could you make it totally painless?"

"He may have to draw some blood from you, Adam, but you'll live. Now, why don't you get to bed? Do your duties in the morning, but don't worry about getting into your uniform. You can wear your street clothes."

"Yes, Master. Good night."

That night, I worried about him for the next day and what Mike was going to find out about him.

The next day, we had breakfast together, and headed to the doctor's office. He ushered us into one of his exam rooms and had him strip to his bare skin. Adam looked to me, and I nodded for him to do it.

When Mike turned back around to examine him, he stopped and looked at the kid. This was the first time I had seen Mike falter at anything, but Adam was exceptional. I didn't blame him for his reaction towards the boy. Even I was still amazed at his perfect body.

Mike recovered quickly enough and began examining him from head to toe, as any good doctor should. He made a small comment about his navel being missing, but other than that, he just examined him without any other commentary. Some blood was drawn and sent to be examined. Adam got dressed and the two of us waited for the good doctor to return to the room. When he did, he asked the two of us to follow him into his small laboratory.

"Let me show you two something," he said as he walked us up to the microscope. He offered it to me, first. I looked in the lenses and saw red blood cells. I looked questioningly at Mike.

"So what, Mike," I said, still looking at him with the same look.

"Don't you see something unusual about those cells, Kyle?"

"No. Should I?"

"They're not dying, Kyle. After this long outside the human body, those cells should be either dead, or dying, but they aren't." Then he turned to Adam before talking again. "Your body's cells seem to have the ability to heal themselves and not die. You may grow up, but at some point in the future, you're going to stop dying. It'll probably happen after puberty."

"I'm never going to die, Sir?" Adam asked him, incredulously.

"It appears not, Adam," he said, stroking his chin.

"I want this info kept secret, Mike, and I mean absolutely secret. No one is to know this, understand?" He knew I was serious. And he answered that he understood my meaning. He knew better than to fuck with me.

We left the doctor's office and neither one of us really wanted to talk. I think both of us were too stunned about the findings to converse. I took the rest of the day off and we returned home. Adam went about his chores as usual and we had dinner together. I asked him about his life at the orphanage and he answered, but his heart wasn't really in it. I could tell that something had happened there that he wanted to forget, so I didn't press the matter at the time.

"Have you ever been sick with any cold or flu?" I asked him at one point.

"Not that I know of, Master," he answered.

So the kid had never been sick a day in his life; that was good to know.

I finished my dinner, and we made our way to the piano for his lessons. After the piano, was the martial arts training in the workout room. When that was over, he left the room and I went to the den for some paperwork. He walked in the den a few minutes behind me. I looked up to see he had nothing on but his metal collar and a smile. He was standing in his submissive stance with his hands over his groin and his tiny erection poking out over them.

I looked over to the bookshelf and nodded. He smiled and went to the special book and pulled it down. The shelf opened up as I was taking off the last of my gi. I walked over to him and led him down the stairs as the shelf replaced itself, leaving us in total darkness again.

Upon entering the small space of a room, I led him to the middle and had him stand and wait for me. I blindfolded him and then turned on the lights. A ball gag was fit into his mouth, next. There was small hole in the floor that was just the right size for a pole to fit in. It just so happens that I had a pole that fit into that space. The pole extended into another space in the ceiling of the room, making sure it didn't move, or come out of it during any sessions.

Leather cuffs were then attached to his ankles and wrists. Each of those restraints was linked to eyebolts in the two poles of the room. This spread his limbs out as far as they could reach in a spread-eagled position. His feet were raised off the floor just a few inches as his body was stretched to its limits.

Two lines of twine were wrapped around each of his ballsacks and pulled downward and apart to two detachable eyebolts in the floor under him. I hitched them to the bolts and pulled until he started whining and squirming. I don't know what he was complaining about; it's not like he uses them for anything anyways.

I went around to his front and noticed some precum oozing from the head of his cock. It took only a swipe of my tongue to lick it off and send chills down his body at the same time. I decided to give him some relief by gobbling his small piece of erect meat into my mouth. An audible sigh escaped his lips as the warmth of my mouth encompassed his tiny tool.

With the experience taught to me by my father, I began giving his tool the attention it demanded. Within minutes, it began jumping in my mouth as his small frame had to deal with its first orgasm of the evening.

As the small digit began to soften, I placed a leather strap around its head. The strap was strung to another bolt in the wall in front of him and back to the d-ring in his collar. Again, I pulled until he began to squirm from the pain, and then tied it off.

His nipples were not to be left out of the action. The alligator clips were applied to his tender nubs. He screamed into his gag as each one clamped down on his sensitive skin. He thrashed about as best as he could to detach the clips, but as limited as his movements were, it was impossible. Plus, the more he moved, the more pain went through his groin area.

Satisfied that my young slave was as incapacitated as possible, I went over to the whipping wall, and retrieved an old leather rug beater. You may not think this is a big deal, but it does hurt like hell. The handle of this thing has leather strips braded around a thin wooden dowel. The leather strips continue out and make a loop of themselves and finish back at the handle. It was intended to beat the dust and dirt out of rugs. When used on human skin, it doesn't make much of a sound, but it leaves a stinging welt behind that feels like a branding iron had just been used. I know; my father was a firm believer in this rug beater.

As I made my way back over to my willing victim, I swished it through the air for a few practice swings. I knew that Adam could hear the instrument as it whistled through the air and he knew that he was in for it again. Before striking him for the first time, I ran the loop of the beater up the back of his legs and over his perfectly round and quivering buttocks.

I brought it back and with a practiced precision, I struck his right cheek with the whole of the loop. The leather made perfect contact with Adam's skin, sending him into a fit of yelps into the ball gag. Another strike of the loop just above that caused a renewed round of yelps. A total of five loops were laid against his right buttcheek and all of them received the same reaction from Adam. Five more were applied to the left globe of his ass and he couldn't help but yelp after each one.

I ran my hand over both globes of red flesh; reveling in the welts I had raised in his skin. Already being turned on by whipping the boy, I felt an even further lust at the feel of his tight skin with its welts. The warmth of bringing blood to the surface was exhilarating.

I was going to make this session last longer, but I couldn't help myself. I dropped the beater on the floor and lined my cock up to his rear entrance. With the precum on my cock enough to lubricate his ass, I forced my way inside him all the way to the hilt in one smooth motion.

Being as tight as a virgin, the move caused some pain for him, but that was why he was here, so I didn't pay any attention when he screamed into the ball gag. Now the proper fucking begins. I wrapped my arms under his armpits and over his shoulders to draw him closer to me. Each and every time I pulled back out of his asshole, his body pulled backwards with it, causing pain to his groin area.

Occasionally during the time I was laying into him, my one of my arms would brush against the clips attached to his nipples. I didn't stop for anything. Being able to fuck a virgin boy every night was a dream come true for anyone, and I had him tied between two poles.

I laid into him a few more times before sending a good deal of cum up his asschute. It was pure nirvana when I did. I wasn't finished with him just yet, though. I told him to clench his butt closed as I pulled my weakening cock out of him. Allowing the jizm to be the lubrication, I slipped his same buttplug back inside him.

Not satisfied with the results yet, I picked the rug beater back up for another ten smacks on each buttcheek. Angrier welts were left behind on his butt from this assault and his whole butt was red when I was finished.

I knew that his whole body was wracked with pain, but I still wasn't sure I wanted to let him down just yet. The boy did volunteer for this, after all. I did decide to remove his ball gag, though, and let him some relief.

"Please, Master, please take the clips off," he began begging at once.

"No, Adam. They stay on your nipples the whole time you're down here tonight. I will only remove them when it is time to leave." His nips were the tenderest spots on his body, and I knew that. I wanted to see how much he could take.

I walked over to the wall and took the beater back to its place while Adam hung in his bondage and pain. I took a candle from the table against the back wall and lit it. With a slow deliberant patience, I let the wax pool up at the top before returning to Adam.

"UUUUHHH!" was the sound that came from his lips as the hot liquid poured over his left nipple. He squirmed even more in his bonds, trying unsuccessfully to escape the torture. More hot wax was poured over his right nipple and he grunted again at the assault.

I looked down and his cock was as firm as ever. The kid was really getting into the pain now. I ran a line of wax down his chest, past the place where his navel should have been, and a copious amount dripped around his cock's base. The entire time, Adam squirmed and fidgeted, trying to stop the inevitable. He let out a small scream as I dripped some of the wax on the tip of his cock, but it never went soft.

I put the candle down for a second and with a knife, I scraped off the dried wax, starting at the top and going down. When all the wax was off, I began anew. Fresh screams erupted immediately as crisp new pain attacked his body again. The wax was laid down on the tender spots I had just uncovered. The candle was extinguished and the wax was scraped off again.

Letting him just hang from the poles, I went to the wall shelves that had the lubrications and took off the olive oil bottle. I knew that it would sting, but it also has some healing powers with it. I spread it over the welts covering his ass first then ministered the oil to his chest and groin. I released his cock from its prison first, and it stood straight upwards to attention.

I used the oil to slick up his erection and began to pump my hand along its length. His hips began to gyrate with my movements, at least as much as his sore balls would let him. As I pumped his cock, I reached down and released each of his balls from their bindings. He sighed as the strings were loosened and finally unwound.

He let loose his climax just as soon as the nipple clamps were opened and taken off his chest. I let him hang there between the two poles before I started untying him. I had to catch him from falling to the ground when I released his wrists. I lowered him to the ground to let him recover before we headed upstairs.

I took off his blindfold and he squinted at the light before was accustomed to the brightness. He smiled up at me when he saw me sitting beside him and I smiled back down at him.

"Enjoy yourself?" I asked him.

He smiled and nodded. He rolled, gently, to his side to look at me. He noticed my cock getting stiff again and wrapped his hand around it. I opened my legs a little to allow him better access. He slowly pumped my staff and moved his head towards me. Without me asking, he licked my cock from its base to its tip several times while still pumping it with his hand.

Warmth spread throughout the area as his mouth engulfed the head. He expertly slid his mouth down the stalk of it. I felt his throat open up and accept what was being fed to it. I felt him push on my stomach, and allowed him to guide me backward. I separated my legs as I went back and in one fluid motion, I was lying on my back with my young slave tending to my personal needs.

He moved his body around to straddle mine as he slurped up the length of my hard-on. I slapped his sore ass while he worked on me. He began to speed up his rhythm, trying his best to finish me off. I saw his head bob up and down faster and faster.

Not one to let him go it alone, I reached between his legs and began stroking him again. I reached under him with my other hand and squeezed his nuts, hard and he raised one leg up as a dog trying to pee. He never stopped his onslaught on my dick the whole time I was molesting him.

Another squeeze of his balls brought the other leg up and back down when I let go of them. This continued to happen several times while he sucked me off. Some time during this, he reached back to the buttplug stuck in his ass and began pulling and twisting it inside him. He was getting turned on even more by abusing his own anus, while I was abusing his small nuts. He stopped sucking me and turned his head around to face me.

"Fuck me again, please, Master," he said in a small voice.

"Why?" I asked him.

"Don't you want to, Master?"

"Of course I want to, Adam. I was wanting to know why you wanted me to fuck you."

"Because I know you do," he said with a sly smile.

My free hand swatted his reddened asscheek, stinging him.

"Pull this out and keep your buttcheeks together when you do," I said. He nodded and I saw him pull the rubber plug out of his backside. He held his cheeks together as best as he could and sank down to lie on the floor.

I crawled up to a sitting position and moved over his prone body. I lined my cock up to his preteen asshole and as I lowered my body downward, I skewered my willing slave once again. His ass was so invitingly warm; it was like coming home to warm fire in the den. I pumped my hips slowly, letting him get used to me again.

"Harder, Master," he whispered into the floor, and I obliged him. He begged for it harder again and I stopped.

I grabbed him by the hips and raised his body off the floor. With him on all-fours, I began to really pummel his asshole. Without thought or remorse, I laid into him as hard as I could. He rocked his body in time with my rhythm and grunted at each thrust. I could tell he was really enjoying this, now.

I saw him move his left hand closer to the middle of his body on the floor and his right hand move to his groin. I reached up with my right hand and grabbed his hair as reins on a horse to force more of my cock up his ass. My left hand moved under his body to grasp his nuts and squeeze them again. As I squeezed, his left leg moved upwards again in response to the pain.

In one final, guttural lunge, we climaxed together, with me sending a large amount of sperm swimming into him. He sank back down to the floor, and I followed him, keeping my cock buried inside his rectum.

"I like this part, Master," he said.

"Me too, Adam, me too," I answered.

I curled my arms around his shoulders and held onto him. I felt like I could stay this way forever. But, since that was impossible, I told him to hold his cheeks together again, and I pulled out of his backside, replacing my cock with the rubber plug. He struggled to get up on wobbly legs and we faced each other when he got up.

He turned around to look at his ass in the full-length mirror. He smiled to himself as he ran his hands over the welts. I replaced the candle on the table I took it from and joined him at the mirror.

"What did you use on me, Master?"

I walked him over to the whipping wall and showed him the rug beater. He took it from the wall and ran his fingers playfully over the leather. He smiled warmly at the fresh memory. I wrapped my arms around my young slave in a loving embrace and he giggled as my cock slinked down his back. It was now time to get some sleep, though.

Before we left the room, I walked him over to the wall with the restraints hanging from it. I pulled off the wall a small adjustable ball spreader. Usually, they have snaps on them to adjust the fit around the gonads, but this one was specially made with locking buckles. Adam looked on, fascinated, as I knelt down in front of him to apply the device. He actually opened his legs to give me better admission to his private area.

I took his balls in one hand and pulled them down as far as they could go. With the other hand I wrapped the leather strap around the scrotum separating his balls from the base of his cock. I cinched it tighter until he squirmed at the sensation and locked it in place with a small padlock. His balls were captive until I saw otherwise.

He walked funny as we mounted the stairs to rejoin normal society again. He had to sleep with the ball spreader on as I had locked it in place, so I knew that this night was going to be a long one for him. I, on the other hand, had no trouble sleeping. The next morning, Adam was standing by my bedside, as usual.

"Please take this thing off, Master; it's killing my nuts," he pleaded as I woke up. I didn't answer him; I just took my robe and headed for the bathroom.

I showered and shaved. As I left the bathroom, Adam was just leaving the bedroom for the hallway. He was still walking a little funny, and I had to smile at his predicament. My father had put me in that ball spreader as well. I was forced to wear that thing for a week before he took it off me, so I knew the torment the boy was going through.

Breakfast was painfully normal, except that Adam kept squirming in his seat. When breakfast was over, I headed to the door. Adam followed me as normal.

"I'll take that off your balls this evening, Adam," when he asked me again about the spreader. He nodded that he understood and I left for the office.

The day was normal and I headed home again. After dinner and lessons, Adam was getting anxious about getting that spreader off his balls. I delayed until after his self defense lesson was finished. As the restraint was released, he gasped at the sensation of blood rushing to the area. He rubbed his nuts a few times and I smiled at his discomfort, remembering those sensations quite well.

Adam and I didn't play our games again for the rest of January. His friends did come over and play with him during his free time and he acted as a normal ten-year-old house slave should. The first Friday in February, he walked in my room as I was reading.

"Master Kyle?"

"Yes, Adam?" I looked at the door. He wasn't wearing his metal collar, but he was completely naked. His stance was one of submission. He walked to the bathroom and cleaned himself out and glided to the side of my large bed.

Without saying a word, he wormed his hand under the covers to fondle my wakening cock. A few strokes of his hand and I was fully erect; Adam's body always had that effect on me.

He moved the covers aside and straddled my prone body in his favorite position. His warm breath on my cock was refreshing as he took it inside his mouth. As practice had taught him, my dick slipped down his throat with ease. He made a few pumps with his mouth along the length of my cock before releasing it.

"Put your hand inside me again, please, Master. I liked it last time," he said over his shoulder. Who am I to say, no? But I did have one stipulation for him.

"If you want me to do that, then this goes back on," I told him. He turned his head around to see that I had his ball spreader in my right hand. His eyes got real wide. He didn't say anything, but turned his head back around and widened his legs to give me the access I needed to his almond nuts.

Grasping them in my left hand, I pulled down hard. I saw him tense up at the peculiar pain that having your nuts squeezed brings. The spreader was applied with the same ease as the last time, and his nuts were my prisoners once again. The device was locked in place and I returned back to Adam's unblemished backside.

Adam reapplied his mouth to my cock as I ran the oil between the globes of his tight ass to slicked up his anal barrier once again. Like the previous time, the first two fingers were inserted, and twisted to widen his sphincter muscle. The virgin-tight hole gave way after some work and I managed to insert another finger.

"SSS," he hissed, not having this done to him in a while. Even so, his asshole had returned to its normal state after a day or so anyway.

I worked his asshole again to take all three fingers and slipped in the fourth finger before he knew it. I slowly pumped my fingers in and out before getting my thumb back inside him again. His hole accepted it after a while and widened.

I put my free arm across his back, just above the cleft of his buttocks and, without warning, I forced my whole hand past his barrier. Like last time, he came off my cock and arched his back to the pain of the invasion. I held him down until his body stopped fighting it.

This time, instead of just leaving my hand there and allowing him to feel it resting inside him, I began pumping it. My wrist was at his sphincter muscle when I slid my hand further inside him to make him take more of me. My middle finger found the smaller hole that was further up his intestines and snaked passed its gate. I was gentle as possible while trying to cause a little pain and discomfort for him. It was what he wanted, after all.

"UUUhhhh, Master. That's too much. Please don't go any more inside me," he said quietly, but his cock told a different story. I obeyed his cock. It must have been difficult to realize that a person's hand was so far up inside him, that it scared him briefly.

With my arm still holding his lower torso in place, I fed my arm to his guts till my whole forearm was embedded in his ass. His asshole spread enough to take the girth of it, amazingly. I slowly pumped his anal cavity with my arm's length while he began cooing the entire time.

Once he accepted my arm, I released his torso and began playing with his captive balls. I began with a simple thumping of them, then went to pulling them downward, and then finished with squeezing them in their bondage. His hand had slithered down between our bodies at some time and began stroking his stiffy.

As his feelings intensified, I increased pumping my arm in and out of his tight asshole. With one final surge, his body shook and he bellowed out his climax. I pulled my arm out of him as he collapsed onto my groin. I moved his limp body off mine and over to the side. He instinctively curled up slightly when he hit the sheet. I rolled over to lie behind him.

"Master Kyle?"

"Hm?"

He didn't say anything; he just raised his right leg to give my stiff cock to grant me access to his depths once again. I took it. Even though he had an amazing healing ability, he was not able to heal that fast, and his backdoor was very loose after the girth of my arm split it open. He felt as loose as a backstreet whore when I slipped inside him.

I did feel a little blood on my belly from tearing his anal muscles, but I knew he'd have no problem with that. Once again, I rolled him onto his stomach and shoved the full length of my cock inside him. As I did downstairs, I grabbed his hair and pulled him upwards to put him on all fours. I began fucking his asshole with the earnestness of a sex-starved man.

To make totally sure he took all of me each time, I held onto him by his long blond hair and fucked him wildly. Sensing that his asshole was a little looser than normal, he actually closed his legs to tighten it and help me orgasm faster. And I did.

We slid down to the bed's sheet in a sweaty mess. He began giggling under me as I tickled his side. We got up and, at my request, we took a shower. I kept the ball spreader around his nuts the whole evening.

"Master Kyle?"

"Yes, Adam?"

"Could my friends join us in our games soon?"

"I was thinking about that after Phillip asked about your metal collar," I told him thoughtfully.

"Me too," he said with a sly grin.

"We'll see," I said and we finished our shower in quiet.

We changed the sex-coated bed linens and climbed into bed for a night's sleep. In the morning, the little slut was at it again. I woke to his asshole swallowing my cock again. It was back to its normal virgin size as if nothing had happened. I reached around and grabbed his ensnared nuts and squeezed. He grunted, but otherwise gave no indication of pain. Due to his tightened asshole, I came within mere minutes of the initial insertion.

The two of us showered together and got some breakfast. The rest of the day was pretty much normal. We took in a show downtown and headed home for the night. I went into the study for a while and Adam disappeared. After about half an hour, he showed up, wearing nothing but his metal collar and a smile. His dick was jutting straight out, and his balls were still in the spreader.

He walked over to the wall and pulled the special book, sliding the shelf open. I put my paperwork down and followed him to the wall. I put my hands on his shoulders and bent down to talk in his ear.

"If we go down there, you're staying the whole night," I warned him.

He didn't answer. He just walked to the opened doorway. I led him down the stairs as normal and had him stand in the middle of the room as well. After blindfolding him and turning on the lights, I put a middle-sized stool in front of him.

"The time to back out is now, Adam. Tonight, we're going to test your pain threshold." He slumped his shoulders at that. "If you don't want to do this, then we'll leave and reserve it for the next time."

Hearing the stool being put in front of him, he knew where it was. Instead of answering me by telling, he laid his ten year old body over the seat of the stool. I took the wrist and leather restraints and attached them to the appropriate limbs. I made sure that his nipples were hanging over the edge of the stool before proceeding to the next step. Each restraint was tied to a leg at the bottom of the stool.

His tight little anus was sticking out behind him, just waiting to be fucked again. But that would have to wait till later. I wanted to savor that particular prize when we got there. Until then, a cord was strung from his metal collar, down the length of his back and tied to the ball spreader's base. The cord was tightened to pull his neck and balls back and up. If he allowed his head to rest, it pulled hard on his testicles.

I took two needles and pierced his nipples. He screamed bloody murder as I skewered each of them in turn. Rings were attached to the ends of the pins. Each of the rings was long enough to get the alligator clips to attach to his nipples. Weights were added to the rings. I flicked each nipple before I left them alone for a while.

"Open," I said as I stood in front of him and pulled his hair up. He opened his mouth and accepted my cock as I thrust it inside. Feeling his throat muscles close around my cock's girth was heavenly. So far, he had not swallowed any of my cum. I was about to change that.

I began face-fucking him slowly, and then built up speed. Before long, I had a really good rhythm built up. Within only a few minutes, I felt my balls release their juices down his throat and into his stomach. He swallowed every drop my nuts gave him.

I pulled out and proceeded with the next experience in pain for him this night. The rug beater was pulled down and I gave a few practice swings with it. Not that I needed the practice. I approached Adam from his left side and ran the leather device up the length of his leg and over his butt. With a vicious swing, I connected the leather to the tight skin of his ass. He yelped in pain.

I connected the leather loop with his ass a total of twenty times before replacing it to the wall. He was in tears when I finished. I had barely begun on his torture education.

A pin was pushed into his tailbone with a long part of it sticking up like a small tail. The negative end of an electric generator was applied to the pin. The positive end was secured to his left nipple. I turned the machine on and an electrical current traversed the length of his body. I turned the machine's settings to variable, so that it sends different degrees of pain through him. I put earmuffs on his ears and left him that way for a while.

I got a quick snack from the kitchen and headed back to the den. I got some more paperwork done to the muffled sounds of Adam's groans downstairs. Finishing the work and the snack, I headed back down to the torture room. The electric machine had just sent a powerful surge through him and he bellowed out in pain, but his dick was as hard as a rock.

I disconnected the machine, much to Adam's relief, and took it back to its resting place. I also pulled out the pin I placed in his tailbone. I was done with that part of his torment. I walked back over and pulled on his stiffy, getting him near to orgasm. I stopped just short of him going over the edge. He let out a gasp in frustration.

I grabbed a paddle from the whipping wall and returned to the young boy. Twenty swats against his already reddened ass later had him crying again. The paddle was replaced and a crop was used twenty times. Now his red asscheeks were lined with angry bluish welts. The crop was replaced by a thin switch that I always hated. It didn't have much substance, but when it hit; it hurt like hell.

He screamed after each of the twenty licks with the switch hit his sore ass. He was now nothing but a mass of whimpering jelly on that stool. The lines criss-crossing his ass were now very distinct and a darker blue than before. But I wasn't quite finished with his pert ass yet. The last whip I used was a short-tailed cat whip with knots at the "business end" of each tail. With his already abused ass, this was going to hurt.

A painful scream erupted from Adam as the cat attacked his asscheeks, mercilessly for twenty times. I was erect again, and needed relief. I detached the cord connecting his neck and balls, and his head sagged downward in exhaustion. I lined my cock up to his rear door for another assfucking.

He reared his head up as I plunged into his depths. As my hips made contact with his bruised ass, he screamed again at the pain. I grabbed his hips and really began fucking his virgin boy's cunt. I saw him twist his hands around and hold onto the legs of the stool as I laid into him once again.

The boy was as tight as ever, and I was taking advantage of his healing ability. It seemed that both of us were the beneficiaries of that ability.

I made one more final, guttural lunge and I came inside his asshole again. I collapsed onto his back and rested a moment. The heat from his reddened asscheeks radiated against my hips while I rested there.

I pushed myself off and out of my young slave to take inventory of the damage I had inflicted. He was definitely going to be sore for a couple of days. Dark blue lines were etched across his once smooth skin. His nipples were still being abused by the clips and weights. I looked at his cock, and believe it or not, it was flaccid. He came without any other stimulation but the pain of the whipping and me fucking his asshole.

I reattached the cord to his collar and ball spreader. And before I left him for the night, I had him clean off my cock with his tongue. I took off the earmuffs and blindfold for the night, but turned out the lights as I left him alone in his bondage again.

The next morning was Sunday and I woke to the sound of the front doorbell being rung. I made my way to the door to find three preteens wanting to see Adam. I smiled and ushered them inside. They played in the pool while I went to get my suffering servant from downstairs. And he was suffering.

"You okay?" I asked him as soon as I had untied him completely from the stool and removed all the bondage gear.

"Yes, Master," he said, bleary-eyed.

"Well, your friends are here to see you, if you want. The problem is your bruised backside. It would be a bit obvious."

He went to the full length mirror to check out the damage. He turned and let out a slight whistle at the site of his bruised skin.

"What're you doing down there?" a voice asked from the top of the stairs. I knew the voice was Horace's. Adam jerked his head up to see his friend and froze on the spot. He was pale when he turned back to me.

Horace couldn't see me from where he was and where I was standing in the room, but he could see Adam and the bruises all over his asscheeks.

"What happened?" came the voice again. Adam lowered his head in shame; our little secret was out.

I went to the stairs and climbed them to meet Horace at the top. I gently led him away from Adam trying to recollect himself. I was a little rattled, myself, to be honest. Adam and I had talked about bringing the three boys into our games, but I didn't want them to find out about them this way.

"What's going on, Mr. Henderson?" he asked once I had closed the door.

"Let's get the rest of your little gang together before I explain anything." He nodded and I led him to the pool.

I had Horace go to Adam's apartment and get a set of jeans and a shirt for Adam before joining me with Karl and Phillip in the pool area. He did as I asked, but I'm sure he was thinking I was some sort of monster from what he saw. Horace joined us as I was leading the other two into the sitting room where I usually have my after dinner drinks following a party.

"He said that he would get here after he gets dressed, Mr. Henderson," Horace told me upon entering the room. He sat with the other two on the sofa across from me.

"Okay, boys, what I'm about to tell you, is secret. You cannot tell a soul; understand?" They nodded and I continued. "Good. Also, don't interrupt me or ask any questions until I'm finished with the story. That way you can make up your mind on your own after you hear all the facts. Understand?" Again, they nodded. Just then, Adam walked in and joined us. He sat in the love seat next to me.

I began telling them the story as to how Adam came to serve me, and then continued with the episode that started our little games. I finished the tale with what we did the previous night.

"And you like that stuff, Adam?" Horace asked, incredulously, with emphasis on the word, 'like'. He didn't ask it with any disdain, but more like disbelief. The other two were sitting there like toads on a log.

I saw Adam out of the corner of my eye, nod to Horace. He was taking a chance that his friends would accept him as he was. It was one hell of a chance, but really the cat was pretty much out of the bag.

Horace, being the leader of the gang, didn't say anything before walking over to the two of us and kneeling down before Adam. He looked my slave square in the eye before asking him if he was sure. Adam nodded again. Horace stood up and lowered his shorts.

"Suck me, then," was all he said. Adam looked to me for confirmation.

"It's up to you, Adam," I said with a shrug.

Adam smiled back at me and after grabbing Horace's hips, vacuumed his friend's dick into his mouth. Judging by his reaction, Horace had never felt anything so good in his short life. After the months of sucking my cock, Adam had become quite the little cocksucking expert. I watched as he moved his mouth along the stalk of H's little cocklet.

To be perfectly honest, I was getting turned on by the show the boys were putting on in front of us. My own dick sprang to attention in my pants while I continued to watch. Karl, being the little daring one of the last two, walked over to me and presented his groin to my face.

"Yes, Karl?"

"Will you do that to me, Mr. Henderson?"

I smiled and did the same thing Adam had done to H. The boy looked to be in hog heaven. I sucked his little dick as expertly as I had done Adam's over the past several months. Both boys were definitely enjoying themselves now. I heard H begin to cum before Karl, as Adam had been working on him longer. He yelped out a hard cum and sank to his knees before Adam to recover. Karl came just after and did the same. The only one left out, now, was Phillip. I beckoned him over to us, and he shook his head; no.

"Aw, come on, ya pussy," Horace teased him.

"Don't do that, H. If he doesn't want to do this, he doesn't have to." Then I turned back to Phillip. "No one's going to make you do anything you don't want to do, Phillip. Okay?"

He nodded his head and breathed a sigh of relief. I motioned him over to join us again and he took me up on my offer. I led him out of the room to talk to him and let Horace and Karl talk to Adam. As we got to the kitchen, I motioned for him to sit down in the chair at the small table. I offered a cup of cocoa to him and he took it.

"Is there a reason you didn't want to join us, Phil?" He seemed disturbed by my question.

"Well…" he said, and began his own short story. I'll spare you the details, but in short, his uncle raped him a few years ago. He's still having problems getting over it.

"That's why you're always the last to get undressed before getting in the pool with the others," I said, more to myself than to him. He nodded shyly anyway.

The door suddenly burst open and Karl ran inside the room, telling me that Adam was sick. Phillip and I put down our drinks and headed back to the sitting room. When we got there, Adam was face down over the wastebasket in the room.

"What happened?" I asked Horace.

"I dunno, Sir. We were just talking when he got sick all of a sudden," H answered.

"You okay?" I asked Adam as I put my arm around his side to help him control his convulsions. He nodded and stood back up to look at me. He wiped his mouth off and turned toward me.

"Yes, Master. It just happened all of a sudden; like H said. One minute, we were talking. And the next, I was running towards the basket."

"How do you feel now?" I asked him.

He took a second to double check, and then said that he was better. I chalked it up to having been up all night. Adam went and washed his mouth out and returned as I was talking the others. I told them not to mess with Phillip about not wanting to join the games yet. If he wants to then he will in his own time.

"Master, should we show them downstairs?" Adam asked.

"Not a bad idea, Adam," I told him then turned to the other three. "Well?" All three boys nodded and we headed to the den.

When we got downstairs, they took a tour around the room as Adam had done on his first trip into the room. They looked at every tool, device, and instrument that was there. Each of them asked questions about some of the items. Some of them didn't need any explanations. It was when Horace asked about the stocks that things turned interesting.

"Those are stocks, H. They make sure the 'victim' is uncomfortable while still being able to be assaulted in some way."

"How does it work?" Phillip asked.

"Adam?"

Adam stepped forward to the stocks. I put his arms in the smaller slats and his head in the larger one in the middle. Ankle restraints were put on his ankles and linked to the bottom of the stocks. Adam was now nicely trussed up, waiting to be abused again, if I so desired.

"Now what?" Horace asked.

"Now, we take advantage of our hostage, if we want to, H."

He smiled an evil little smile and turned to Adam. I stopped him before he did anything to the boy yet. I asked Adam if he was up for another round, and he nodded as best as the stocks would let him.

I reached down and undid the ankle leathers. His pants were lowered and removed, and the restraints were reapplied. His ass still bore the remnants of our fun from the previous night, but his accelerated healing had taken care of a lot of it. There were only red lines crossing his asscheeks, now.

"You sure about this, Mr. Henderson?" Karl asked me.

"Why do you ask, Karl?"

"He's got a lot of red marks on his butt, sir," he said, pointing to Adam's backside.

"His healing ability has returned him almost to normal. In fact, you can probably stick your dick in his butt and it would be as tight as ever."

He smiled at that prospect. I watched as Karl lined his dick up to Adam's rear hole, and shoved it inside. Adam squinted, but didn't make a sound as he was speared by his friend's dick. Karl grabbed his hips and began fucking my young slave like he had been doing this for years. Horace and Phillip watched in fascination as well. As the same with me, it didn't take him long before he came. Horace lined up behind him next, but I stopped him before he actually punctured the boy.

"Let's tenderize him a little before you begin, H," I said with a smile. Horace stopped and waited as I got the rug beater off the whipping wall. He moved aside when I got back to the pair and watched as I swung the beater against the slave's upturned ass.

The boys watched in more fascination as Adam's dick grew in strength as I continued to rain down lash after lash upon his derriere. When the boy's cheeks were red enough, I offered his backside to Horace again. He took the invitation with a certain amount of glee.

"Hmph!" was the sound that came from Adam as Horace speared him with his smaller cock. Smaller than mine, that is, but no less than any other ten-year-old. Horace was back in heaven again as he laid into the defenseless boy. As Adam's healing ability had kicked in, I'm sure his asshole was back to its original size again.

The other two boys looked on in utter amazement while Horace shagged their mutual friend. Even Phillip was enthralled by the proceedings. Karl edged his way around to the side to watch H's dick slide pump Adam's rear. Phillip did the same, but to the other side, where I was standing. He stopped just in front of me. I put my arms around the boy and he didn't object.

I pointed to Adam's face as Horace continued to fuck him earnestly. He was grimacing at the shagging, but his cock was as stiff as always during these times. Phillip looked up at me, wondering.

"Yes, he's enjoying himself. Look at his dick, Phillip," I showed him. He was amazed at the turgidity of it. He turned his head around to look at me in the eye again. I thought, correctly, that he wanted to whisper something in my ear, so I bent down to his level.

"Doesn't it hurt him?" he asked.

"A little bit. But it's the little bit of pain that makes the pleasure so much more powerful and explosive."

"All my uncle did was make it hurt," he softly whispered.

I didn't say anything to that. I just stood back up to watch the show that Horace and Adam were giving us. It didn't take Horace long to cum. When he did finish, Karl lined himself up behind Adam for his turn at the captive child.

"Can I do that when Karl's finished with him?" the boy softly asked me.

"I think you'd better ask Adam that, but after these other two had just taken him, I doubt that he'd have a problem with it. Besides, you forget that he has taken my dick in his ass as well." Speaking of which, it was as stiff as a board at this time.

Phillip continued to watch while Karl had his way with Adam. It took just as long for him to finish as it did Horace, but he did finish and pull out of him, exhausted. Phillip looked back up to me, as if asking for permission. I nodded and he walked over to Adam's backside. Looking at the tenderized globes of his ass, he appeared to be questioning what he was about to do to the boy.

I prodded him along with a wave of my hand and he looked back to Adam.

"Are you sure about this, Adam?" he asked him and walked around to the front of the stocks. Adam looked at him and nodded as best as he could.

Phillip then saw the smaller stock in the middle and asked me about that one. Instead of answering him, I showed him. I walked over and adjusted the height of the top stock, bringing Adam's middle in closer to the device. I raised the upper bar and laid the boy's smaller package across the lower one. The bar was then lowered and held his groin captive. Now the boy really wasn't going anywhere. I looked back to Phillip. He was smiling as evilly as Horace was earlier.

"Satisfied?" I asked him. He nodded so enthusiastically that his little willie was bouncing off his tummy. It seems that he was pretty much over his shyness about sex.

He lined his cock up to Adam's backdoor as he had seen his friends do earlier, and shoved it inside him. Adam hissed at the initial plunge, and Phillip got a look of concern for his friend, but the stutter was only momentary. Once Adam had gotten used to it again, Phillip began to imitate Horace and Karl.

I put some olive oil on my hand and walked around to Adam's captive member and began stroking it. Phillip set the pace as he fucked his friend's asshole, while I brought the boy closer to his own orgasm. The two lads climaxed at the same time.

"Time for the main event, Adam," I whispered in his ear. I saw a smile flit across his face and then disappear just as quickly. I lowered my pants and walked back around him.

The three boys watched in continued interest as I got behind Adam to have my own way with him. I slicked up his sphincter with the leftover oil and rubbed the length of my cock along his crack. He hummed a little while this was going on. Before he could tell what was happening, I brought the tip to his hole and plunged inside his depths.

He made his usual grunt at the initial thrust, but otherwise didn't offer any other complaint. I grabbed the bar holding his package hostage for leverage as I pumped his tight hole. Grabbing the bar helped him achieve another orgasm while I continued to drill into him. He actually had two more before I released my semen into his innards.

When I was finished, I had Karl bring a buttplug over from the wall behind me. In one move, I pulled out and shoved the plug inside as fast as I could, keeping the liquid inside. I raised the bar to release his head and hands, and he took his own groin out of the lower stocks. He sat on the floor and undid his ankles next.

When he was free, he bent over and stretched out his back for a minute or so. Then Adam walked over and sat in my lap, as it was the most natural thing in the world. He winced a little as he sat down, but otherwise, he was fine after the whipping I gave him.

"Wow," Phillip said, just as Adam took his place in my lap. Adam grinned at the comment. "And you've been doing this for how long?"

"A couple of months," Adam answered. "It really feels good, after the first thrust, that is. Master Kyle tries to make it fun, most of the time. Last night, he just wanted to see how much pain I could handle. That's why my butt's got those red lines on it. Of course it's a little sore now, but usually my healing takes away the pain within a day or so."

We talked for a while about all that had happened and left the room for lunch at about noon. The five of us had a dip in the pool that afternoon, and the three left for their houses after a last fuck with Adam. He spent the night in his apartment that night.

When I woke the next day, Adam wasn't there beside my bed. A little angry at him neglecting his duties, I got up and went to his apartment. He was in the bathroom, vomiting again.

"Okay, we need to find out what's wrong with you, Adam," I said from behind him. "Get your uniform off and get into bed. I'll call the doctor." Adam didn't argue. Even he knew that something must be wrong.

The doctor was in with a patient when I called and I had the nurse tell him to call me back when he was finished. Towards the end of my breakfast, the phone rang and the good doctor was on the other end.

"Mike, I need you to check out Adam for me, please. He seems to have gotten sick."

"He can't get sick, Kyle. You know that; his rapid healing takes care of any illness he might contact."

"Then I need you to tell me why he's thrown up two days in a row."

"Be there as soon as I can," he said and hung up the phone.

After I finished breakfast, I headed up to Adam's loft to check on how he was doing. He was propped up in bed, reading one of his study books when I entered.

"How're you feeling now?" I asked as I sat down next to him on the bed.

"Better, Master," he said with a small smile. And he did look better. "What did Doctor Frankenstein say?"

I laughed at his little joke before I told him that he would be here as soon as he could. He had one more patient in his office and then he would come to the house.

Mike arrived about an hour later, and I showed him upstairs to the loft above the garage. Adam was where I left him, still studying. Mike examined him thoroughly. After putting away the instruments, he turned to me and we walked away from Adam.

"I can't find anything wrong, except maybe a slight heart flutter. But that wouldn't cause vomiting without other symptoms also. He may just be a little dehydrated, so I'll go get the I.V. kit from my car and give him a saline unit."

"Thanks, Mike," I told him.

He got the kit and gave Adam the saline solution straight into one of Adam's veins. He also gave him a sedative to help him sleep a little.

"Even immortals need their fluids, Adam," Mike chided the boy.

Adam smiled back at him and returned to his book once the solution began flowing into his arm. He didn't even really make a fuss about his arm being pierced by the needle. He stayed with the boy until the whole of the solution was into him. When Adam went to use the bathroom from too much liquid being pumped into him, the doctor noticed that he was naked. Thankfully for his healing ability, because all of the marks from the weekend were gone. That would have been a little difficult to explain. He raised an eyebrow to me and I shrugged back at him.

"He likes sleeping in the nude. What can I say? So do," I said a little defensively.

Adam got back in bed and resumed reading until the sedative kicked in and he began to get drowsy. He fell back to sleep after another half hour. I walked Mike back to his car and he told me to give him plenty of fluids and rest. If he was still vomiting in the morning, then I was to call him.

The rest of the day, I stayed at home and did some things with the office by phone. Adam woke up and urinated twice before dinner time when I took some soup up to him in his loft. He didn't touch it when I gave it to him.

"You okay?" I asked him; concerned that he was still sick. He just nodded, but looked down at his body. I noticed that tears were forming in his eyes. "What's wrong?" I asked with deep concern.

"You didn't have to bring me anything, Master," he said as one of the tears overflowed and slid down his cheek. "I'm the servant."

"Yes, but under these circumstances, then the Master becomes the servant," I told him, trying to sound mockingly wise. "Just don't expect it every day." He giggled and took the tray. He ate heartily and I returned the tray of empty dishes to the kitchen.

The next day, Adam was standing by my bedside with my robe, as usual. The day was typically normal. I called Mike to tell him that Adam was doing much better and to send the bill to the house. He told me there would be no bill and we argued about that until he relented.

I got home and had Adam waiting on me hand and foot for supper. The evening lessons went as normal. After the self defense training, he disappeared upstairs. I figured he went to study and to sleep because I didn't see him the rest of the night. I was wrong. He was waiting by my bedside with his hands on the poster, ready for discipline.

"Adam, you were sick yesterday. I'm not going to whip you because you were didn't do your chores."

"But Master, there's no excuse for it. I should have been there. I deserve a whipping."

I looked down and even in the anticipation of the whipping, the boy's cock was sticking straight out. He didn't deserve a whipping; he wanted a whipping. Not one to let this opportunity slip by, I shrugged my shoulders and went into the closet to get the belt. I walked back out and he was holding onto the post, ready to take it.

"There will be twenty licks and you will count them. You mess up on the count, I start over at 'one'."

I reared back and let the first one fly across his right buttock. He hissed and counted, "One, Master". And so it went, one lick after the other. I tanned his ass as if he had actually done something wrong. After counting to ten, I moved to the side to attack the left side of his ass. He counted correctly right up to the nineteenth lick. He counted out, "Twenty, Master". As promised, I started over at the beginning.

Just as the first lick struck when I started over, his young body shook in the throws of a climax. His cock was never even touched. This was the second time that this had happened. He was orgasming from just being whipped or spanked in some way. To be perfectly honest, it was the first time I had ever seen that happen.

He stood stock still as I continued to bring the belt down across his darkening asscheeks. It seemed that the more I gave him, the more he wanted. The kid was turning into a real masochist, but it was something else. I couldn't put my finger on it, but there was something different about Adam that wasn't there before this weekend.

Anyway, by the time the second count of twenty struck his asscheeks, he had cum once again. At the count of "Twenty, Master", correctly this time, he sank to his knees on the floor. His whole ass region was a deep, crimson red. To me, it was also ready to be fucked again. I pulled him to his feet to look at him. His face was wet from both perspiration and tears, but he seemed content.

I parted my gi bottom and pulled him over to sit in my lap. He spread his legs and slid up mine to straddle my hard-on. The boy knew what to do from there, so I let him do it. With practiced ease, he slid down to rest his sphincter against my cock, and then he let himself drop.

"Ow, ow, ow," he cried as his enflamed butt hit my hips and he rose as fast as he dropped, to get back off me.

I picked the boy up by his armpits, and turned us around to lay him belly-down on the bedding. Knowing that his butt was very sore, I made sure only to make contact with his skin as little as possible. Yeah, right. Each time I plunged into the little masochist, I made damn sure his whole ass felt me. Just as I came and sent my sperm into him, he peaked also.

I rolled off him after finishing and collapsed onto my back. He put his arm across my chest, and we dozed off to sleep like that.

I woke the next morning to Adam standing by my bedside with only my robe, his collar and another genuine smile.

"You'd better get dressed before Mrs. Garcia sees you like that and begins to wonder about us," I warned him.

"Yes Master," he said, still holding the same smile. I do love that smile, by the way.

I showered, shaved and walked out to dress to find that my bed was made and the clothes were right where they should be. Adam was gone; probably downstairs. I dressed and glided downstairs to breakfast to find Adam standing by the table in the dinning room, still dressed in only his collar. I raised my eyebrow to him and he explained.

"I asked Mrs. Garcia if she could do the grocery shopping on her way in, instead of afterward. I told her I would look after your breakfast."

"Good thinking, Adam, but you might have told me that earlier," I said with a slight smirk.

"I could have, Master, but that would have ruined the surprise for you."

He turned to get the rest of my breakfast off the cart and I saw the damage I had inflicted upon his young asscheeks the previous night. Even I flinched at the darkened skin. He saw it and smiled sheepishly.

"I guess I got a little carried away last night, Master," he said.

"You got carried away?"

"Yes, Master; me. I skipped from eighteen to twenty on purpose. For some reason, I just felt like I needed more… whipping." He said that last word in almost a whisper.

I put my arm around his waist and drew him to me. With a gentle hug, I kissed him on the mouth, reassuring him that everything was okay. He actually kissed back and we broke so he could serve the meal. I ate and then headed to the office.

The rest of the week was so painfully normal, I almost had to shoot myself. Friday was another party, planned and hosted perfectly by Adam again. By the weekend, Adam's buttcheeks were back to their normal shade of pink. The kid was truly amazing. I know I've said it before, but I always got a charge out of seeing it. Saturday and Sunday were nothing days, with no sex or bondage games, for some reason or another.

Monday came and Adam was sick again. This time, I took him to the doctor's office. Dehydration was one thing, but two Mondays in a row was entirely something else for a kid that was never supposed to get sick at all. We sat in Mike's office for about five minutes before he could see us.

During the wait, a bald man struck up a conversation with Adam, and we had to break it off as Mike ushered us into his exam room. This time, he was able to do a few more tests to diagnose a bit better. The problem was, he couldn't find the problem again.

"If I didn't know better, I'd say he was having 'morning sickness'."

"Well, Dr. Evans, it does happen in the mornings," Adam suggested.

"Morning sickness is for women who are pregnant, Adam. And it doesn't just happen in the mornings. For some women it could happen at any time of the day," Mike explained to the boy.

"Well, Mike, why don't you test for that? It could be a hormonal imbalance," I suggested. "After all, you've tested for everything else."

"Kyle, leave medicine to me, please. Nothing could make this happen. Besides, we're dealing with a person that isn't supposed to get sick at all."

"Exactly my point, Mike. We're dealing with an unknown. Why not just do a urine test and see what develops? What could it hurt? You've done every other test there is."

He sighed in frustration and left to get a cup for Adam to pee into. Adam was getting worried, and I tried to calm his fears, but was failing miserably. The doctor returned and Adam dutifully urinated into the small cup. Mike left with the cup to perform his tests on the liquid. And again we waited. And we waited.

It seemed like an eternity before Mike walked back in the room. When he did, it seemed the color in his face had drained out.

"What is it, Mike?"

"I want to take a look at something before I give my answer to that," he said, then turned to Adam. "I want you to put on your pants and follow me."

We followed him down to a room with a sonogram machine in it. He had Adam sit on the bench in the room and then lie on his back to be examined. Mike put some gel on the device's 'wand', as he called it, and smeared around on his belly. The screen clicked to life and we saw inside Adam's belly.

After some time, Mike stopped moving the wand around and stopped just to the right of his stomach.

"What do you see?" he asked me.

"It looks like a sack of some sort," I said, confused. I was pretty good at A & P in college, but that had been a while. "What is it? A tumor?"

"A tumor doesn't move around on its own, Kyle. I think the boy's pregnant."

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