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Basement

Chapter One

The basement of the student block wasn't the most ordered of places, but it had become the refuge for Joe McKenzie over the last few weeks he'd been spending with his cousin, who lived in one of the sets of rooms converted from the old school buildings over head. It wasn't as if Joe actually wanted to be there, but with his parents abroad, his grandparents sick, Jayston McKenzie was the only relative he had left with space for him. The problem was, living with the eighteen year old student, hadn't turned out to be anywhere near as much fun as Joe had imagined it would be.

Being fourteen, Joe assumed his cousin, would live a life of non stop parties but, Jayston wasn't like that. He was, as the saying goes, a 'good boy', and a hard worked, so naturally spent all his time studying at home, which gave him little tolerance of noise, so it was that Joe found himself ejected from the building every day but told to keep a low profile in case he came across the only two other boys near his own age he'd seen since he'd arrived, and they'd tied him up.

The fact Joe had ended up tied up and gagged in the laundry room, wasn't as bad as it may have sounded, as it hadn't been entirely against his will although the other two boys probably had thought it was. You see, for as long as he could remember Joe had wanted to be tied up and gagged but naturally he'd never told anyone about it. He had attempted several time to tie himself up, but that never really worked, so instead he drew pictures about what he would like to have happen to him, and write stories and that was as far as he thought it would go until he bumped into Liam Marshal and Cody Stuart that first time.

"If we catch you here again, we'll tie you up and leave you here." Had been the threat the blonder of the two schoolboys had said to Joe during an encounter, in the laundry room, when Joe wondered in on the pair of them washing sheets that were stained a tell-tale yellow.

At first Joe just laughed the threat off neither of the boys could have been older than twelve if that, so he wasn't overly worried about them doing anything to them, but then, the more he started to think about it, then the more exciting it started to sound to him. But of course, it wasn't going to happen. Was it?

The next time Joe saw the boys he was somewhat surprised, and yet, excited to see them carrying, amongst other things, rolls of duct tape along with some ropes. They were also talking, in the over loud way that boys of that age do, about finding someone to tie up.

The mere sound of the words, gave Joe an erection, and he realised that this was probably going to be his best chance to be tied up. So, before he could talk himself out of it, he headed off around the other side of the building, in order to get to the laundry room, before the Liam and Cody did, making sure they would see him on the way.

It worked perfectly, from the perspective of all three boys. Liam and Cody, had enough time, from when they first spotted Joe, to sneak up and grab the newcomer, seemingly before he knew what was happening, dragging him into the unoccupied laundry room and down onto the ground inside.

Once inside the two boys set to work in a way that would have proved they'd tied someone up before, if Joe hadn't been too excited to notice the efficiency with which his arms were pulled around behind his back. His wrists crossed over and then bound in a good covering of duct tape. Once that was done his ankles were treated in the same way. More tape was then wrapped around his legs, above and below his knees, while a short length of cord was used to hold his elbows, first together, then to his previously bound wrists, and then finally onto his ankles which had been pulled up tightly behind his back in a tight hog tie.

Despite Joe not having said anything at all during the attack, he was also gagged with a pair socks. Clean socks, but a big pair of sports socks that were rolled together before being fed all the way into his mouth until his cheeks bulged outwards. They were held in place by yet more tape that was wrapped around his head two or three times, until it covered most of his lower face almost completely.

Their job done the boys then left, laughing and giving each other high fives, leaving Joe to struggle on the rubber matted floor of the laundry room, which he did, just not in the blind panic all the boy's previous victims had done.

Having experienced being tied up by himself before, Joe knew some tricks to free himself but it soon became clear, that no matter of squirming or struggling like made would make any difference in this case. This time he was tied up so very much tighter than he had ever managed on his own, He couldn't even struggle all that well due to the way he'd been gagged. The tape was very tight and sticky, that it had moulded to the skin of his face so that he couldn't loosen it. That meant he couldn't open his mouth, and he couldn't push the socks out. This left him only able to breath through his nose, but more importantly unable to use his teeth to free the rest of his body.

It didn't take Joe long to realise that not only was he bound and gagged for real, but that he wouldn't be able to get out of this one himself, which, if that was the case, meant he was stuck where he was until someone came and released him. His hands, having been crossed, were unable to reach anything and of course, being hog tied, meant he couldn't go anywhere, so he was pretty much stuck right where he was.

It was an hour later when Joe's cousin finally found him, which oddly embarrassed the Joe more than if it had been another stranger, as he rather looked up to the sixteen year old. However Jayston wasn't as shocked as he should have been to see his cousin hog tied and gagged on the floor of the laundry room, as Joe's tie-up games hadn't gone as unnoticed as he had always thought they had been and Jayston had been forewarned.

"You're not hurt are you?" the older teenager asked to which Joe shock his head - about the only thing he could do of course.

"Good, in that case you carry on." And with that Jayston, much to Joe's surprise turned and left.

Naturally Joe tried to explain that he couldn't get free but, nothing he thought he was saying was either understandably or audible, beyond the socks in his mouth and the tape around his head.

Once more alone, Joe had no choice but to just stay there and wait until either the two boys came back, or Jayston did, and free him. That did mean though that he would have plenty of time to enjoy the feeling of the tight way in which he'd been bound, along with the smell and sticky feel of the duct tape tightly wrapped under his nose.

It was everything he'd thought it would be and then some more. He could struggle as much, or as little as he wanted, and it wouldn't make the slightest bit of difference, he just wasn't going anywhere. Yet, he wasn't worried as he knew someone would rescue him, eventually. He could only wish that they wouldn't spot the wet spot that would have, by then, formed on the front of his trousers from the orgasms being tied up was giving him.

Jayston, however, wasn't as happy as his young cousin when he returned to the laundry room, two hours later to find Joe still tied up and gagged which lead to an even frostier atmosphere between the two of them.

Chapter Two

Following his adventure in the laundry room, Joe felt somewhat uncomfortable around his cousin, so he took to exploring the accommodation block itself which is how he ended up in the building's basement surrounded by literally tones of junk. The central part of the basement had, already been cleared by someone, but who had set up a reasonably comfortable place to sit with some battered chairs and tables, set around a rather stained rug.

For a while Joe was content with sitting and reading about the history of the building, from back when it had been a low rent private school, but after a while though started to explore further into the piles of rubbish that surrounded him, delving into the mountains of debris, that had been stuffed somewhat haphazardly into worn boxes of all shapes and sizes but which, in their way, added to the history of the sort of the school the building had been part off, until the turn of the century upgrade into the university Jayston now attended.

The final parts of the riddle came from the small storage room, right at the back of the basement. There, were stored the items from the original building, for which there could be no possible need, and everyone wanted to forget about, which is how the door ended up behind a wardrobe.

The door wouldn't open all that far, but Joe being rather small for his age, was able to wedge it open far enough so he was able to slide sideways though it before the spring loaded closer did it's job and closed the door behind him.

Inside the small room was lit only by a set of small, dirty windows set high in the back wall, with no electric lights at all, making it rather dark until Joe was able to climb up, clean the windows off, and then cut back some of the bushes growing on the far side. Rows and rows of proper packing cases, laden with old uniforms, covered one side of the room. Bookshelves were on the other side held as many accountancy ledgers, as they did books but it was the items at the back, beneath the window that had taken Joe's fancy the most.

Covered by a dust sheet, Joe had had to remove in order to climb up to clean the window, was a full sized baby's cot that was, it has to be said, an impressive piece of furniture. Nearly six feet long, two and a half wide, standing four feet tall, it would have been the centre point of any nursery, with its sturdy bars of solid timber, and thin mattress, yet, it had the words, "Punishment Bed for Bed-wetter" neatly stencilled on both ends and was painted in what had clearly been a bright pink.

From the things he'd already read in the outer basement rooms, Joe already knew the school that had been here had been for boys only, so why was the cot pink, and, for that matter, the school had only taken boys between the age of eight and thirteen, so why have a cot anyway? The answer lay in the boxes that sat inside the cot.

The boxes were labelled "Baby Clothes etc" and "Baby Bits" in a heavy black marking pen while, underneath the cot Joe would later find what looked like a heavily padded, school chair, set on it's own folded legs.

The boxes contained, just what they said, nappies, dummies, onesy, footed pyjamas and the like, only none of these were small enough to actually fit a baby. In fact, there weren't all that much smaller than Joe was himself. This lead Joe to the obvious conclusion that they weren't intended for babies at all, but for boys only slightly younger than himself. But why? And did that go for the cot as well. He decided to try.

The side rail was already lowered, so Joe moved the boxes out of the way, before he climbed over it, with is knee crunching the plastic coated mattress until he was inside. Then he turned around and after some fiddling found the spring latches at each end of the dropped side, that would allow him to raise the side until it came level with the ends. He then found he was perfectly possible for him to lay down in the cot, albeit with his knees slightly bent, and with his head almost touching the other end. But then Joe was painfully aware that he was one of the smallest boys in his year, and had yet to reach the part of puberty that would allow him pass the five foot height barrier although other parts of the change had started, as he had a faint amount of hair under his arms, and elsewhere.

For around fifteen minutes, Joe just lay in the cot thinking about nothing much in particular until a car pulled up into one of the parking spaces above his head, with headlight inexplicable on, illuminating the books high on a shelf above the cot. The high intensity beams, reflecting highlighting the word "PUNISHMENT" that was otherwise invisibly written down the spine.

Standing in the side and back rails of the cot, Joe was able to pull down these books and found all his questions answered by the faded, photographs contained with in the pages. There, amongst the regular shots of neat looking school boys sitting in rows with their matching bright red jumpers, with the youngest in tan short trousers and the elder in long grey ones, where shots of a sport field that no longer existed and, eventually the very cot Joe was once more sitting in.

"The Punishment Cot" read the caption, above a small paragraphs of text explain how, in earlier times boys who wet the bed would have been put into nappies and then in the cot that would be set up in the middle of their dorm room where their peers could all see them. Along with the nappy, mittens would be put on the boy's hands so he would be unable to remove the nappy, and a dummy would be placed in his mouth with a strap around the back of his head so he couldn't remove it. The unfortunate boy would only be allowed out for lesson, with his nappy under his school uniform until he remained dry for long enough. If he didn't then he would gradually loose the rest of his uniform during the day, until he was just in his nappy. If that didn't work, then he would start to be dressed as a baby, in a onesy, and with the dummy and mittens left in place.

The description sounded terrible to Joe, as he could imagine the humiliation of having to go through something like that, but even as he did so, he felt his penis start to twitch at the idea, so he decided to read the Punishment book, more closely, in case there were other 'interesting' punishments that were dished to schoolboys in the old days. Only if he was to do that, then he needed somewhere to sit that was more comfortable than bare cot. Such as the chair he'd spotted beneath it.

The chair folded up beneath the cot, turned out to be no ordinary chair at all even if it did look like a regular high backed seat, if a touch over padded, and came complete with a set of straps, that consisted of a normal looking seat belt, but with two shoulder straps that came through the back of the seat, and another than came up through the front of the seat. All of them locking into a large central buckle.

It was surprisingly easy to set the sturdy chair up, as it literally just had to have the stand folded out from the back, before it would be propped up enough for Joe to slowly lower himself into it where he discovered it was easily big enough to hold him, even if it was a little snug on his hips and shoulders.

Sitting there felt strangely comfortable Joe read the punishment books from cover to cover noting just not just how often corporal punishment was dealt out in the school, but just how many ways there were to do it, and just who got to carry it out. The thing that struck him most being that it wasn't just the teachers and other members of staff that got to punish the boys but the boys themselves, got to do it, to each other and not just the older ones to the younger ones either as it soon became clear that if a boy was in shorts, then anyone in long trousers was allowed to punish him. What's more, the progression into long trousers was tightly controlled by the staff, and wouldn't just be award when a boy reached a certain age, or was promoted to a certain class. They had to be earned which also meant that the privilege could be taken away. Which it was. Frequently.

Within the punishment books were dozens of detailed accounts of how the older boys in the school could be "put back into shorts" if they behaved outrageously, Sometimes this would just entail them continuing their daily life but with bare knees, but in more drastic punishments, the near teenager would be forced to follow the life of any of the younger forms, right down to the youngest eight year old. This, naturally meant that anyone over that age, would then have the right to punish him in any for them saw fit and from the sound of it they did.

Joe could only imagine what the humiliation would be like for a twelve or thirteen year old, who was just about to leave the school, to be back amongst the little kids once more. and having to take part in everything they did, in the clothes they did them in. This not only meant he'd be wearing shorts, but that if they went swimming he'd have to do it naked as they did and would be made to look as much like an eight year old as possible up to, and including the removal of any body hair he may have grown.

There were other punishments too, including the very chair Joe was now seated in which was used on boys who couldn't stop fidgeting in class and who would be strapped into what he now knew was called the "Attention Seat" so they couldn't move, not just for that lesson, but for the rest of the day, until they'd completed a mountain of school work, or whatever task they had been set.

It was a horrifying idea but one which Joe found gave him an erection, which he figured must have also happened in the old days, and if it did then the school most have done something about it. But what?

Sure enough they had a way to deal with boys who couldn't keep themselves from getting 'overly excited' as it was phrased in the punishment book. These ranged from the often joked about wearing of boxing gloves at night, or having the hands tied up above the covers, right through to a device that could be worn under the clothes during the day.

A "Modesty Cage" it was called, and even as he read the description, Joe realised that he'd seen the very thing in the boxes that had been in the cot.

Getting out of the chair, Joe went back to the boxes and sure enough, right there near the top was the very thing that had been described. Not that it was much to look at, which is why Joe hadn't paid it any attention in the first place. It was just a small frame work of criss-crossed thin wires, that was formed into a ball shape above and around a think circular rubber base into which it's rim sat, and was held in place by a small lock and key.

The "Modesty Cage" intrigued the fourteen year old, as he couldn't imagine just how it worked, or what it would be like to have to wear it. He knew that it prevented erection which, given his age he was prone to getting at all sorts of odd times and places, Joe could actually see an upside to the device, he just wasn't sure about it.

Unlocking the cage from the rubber, Joe removed the two parts which made it fairly obvious how the thing worked. The rubber ring went on first, then the cage was locked around it with the boy's privates inside. That seemed to make sense, but how did it stay on? Still, as he had discovered with the cot earlier on there was just one way to find out and that was to put it on.

For a moment, Joe considered taking the Modesty Cage back to his cousin's rooms, but with Jayston up there studying, and after the previous day's events, he would bound to raise suspicion if he was lock himself in the bathroom to play with his new toy. So that option was clearly out of the question. Probably was, there was no where else for Joe to go that was private enough for him to get naked, let alone put something on his privates. No where, that is, apart from the very basement he was currently in. Clearly no one had been in the secret back room, for years, and no one could get to the windows let alone look in them, so why not? Nonetheless, before he started to undress, Joe was careful to check the door was firmly closed.

It wasn't the first time that the fourteen had got naked outside of his own home, bathrooms, or changing rooms, as many years before he had gone through of phrase of out door streaking. Nothing in public, of course, but he had found an undiluted thrill in running or riding his bike naked through the woods near his home but this was something different.

Joe felt a shiver run through his body, that had nothing to do with the temperature in the basement as he removed his clothing, and came to stand naked in the underground room for the first time. Despite his short statue Joe had a fairly good build, with not an ounce of fat on his trim, if compact body although he did think his buttocks protruded a little more than he would have liked. Otherwise though he was in great shape for his age, with a few tufts of hair under his arms and around the top of his privates which themselves were reacting as they always did when they got to feel outside air. This though caused Joe the first of his problems with the 'Modesty Cage' as he clearly couldn't put it on, while he had an erection. Still, there wasn't a fourteen year old on the planet who didn't know how to deal with that 'problem'.

Five minutes later, a slightly sweaty and breathless Joe was ready to try the Modesty Cage out for the first time.

Picking up the thick black rubber base ring Joe placed his thumb and fingers inside it, using them to stretch it open as far as he could - which didn't turn out to be either all that far, or that easy - while his other hand guided his penis into it.

Pushing the ring down to the bottom of his penis, so it rested on top of his balls, Joe removed his fingers so the ring would tighten, only to have it slide right off his limp organ, and fall to the floor. Clearly that wasn't going to work.

Returning to the Punishment Book for ideas, Joe soon realised what he'd done wrong and the second time he stretched the base ring open he didn't just put his penis through it, but his balls as well. This wasn't all that easy, as the ring wasn't all that big, even when it was stretched open which left Joe little option but to thread his balls through one at a time.

The ring stayed on, the second time, trapped as it now was around the very base of his penis and behind the teenager's balls where it clearly couldn't come off until it was stretched back open again. However that wasn't all that it did, as being half an inch thick it caused all of Joe's privates to be pushed not only forward but upwards slightly. A feeling that would be giving him another erection if he didn't get the rest of the device on soon.

Fitting the cage proved to be a lot easier than the rubber base had been. It was simply a matter of ensuring that his balls and penis were inside it and then slipping it over the top, until the rim could slot into the grove set into the middle of the base. In order for this to happen, Joe had to neatly fold his penis down between his balls, tucking everything into a neat ball that was, it turned out, the exact same size as the case itself.

The final problem was to keep the cage in place. Just sitting it on the rubber base, didn't form a tight enough seal, but Joe found that the only way to tighten it until it was completely sitting inside the base grove was to put the lock in place. This pulled the rim closed, preventing it from being lifted out of the base, and therefore from the privates it was now encasing. So, after testing the key worked a couple of more times, that is what Joe did.

It felt odd to have something not only semi-tight around the base of his penis, but also encasing all of his private parts. There was also the odd feeling of having something around his privates while the rest of his body was so clearly naked. But that wasn't the oddest sensation Joe was to get, as it wasn't long before he felt his erection returning. Only it couldn't. There just wasn't enough room inside the Modesty Cage, for his penis to get any bigger than it was, no matter how much blood his body attempted to pump into it. It just wasn't going to happen.

It was probably the weirdest, strangest and yet, exciting sensations Joe had ever felt. For a teenage boy used to have erections on and off all day, every day, not being able to have one at all was just... well... odd... and not to mention more than a little frustration which is, Joe was sure, how those boys who were forced to wear the Modesty Cage in the old days, must have felt when they'd had their privates trapped in the device for days, or weeks on end. Joe wasn't sure just how long he would be able to stand with it on, but was determined to give it a go for as long as he could. There was however a problem in that he clearly couldn't stay naked for the rest of the day, even down in the basement but, his penis, although unable to erect itself, wasn't preventing from leaking pre-cum. The last thing Joe wanted to do was to go home with the front of his jeans as stained as they had been when he'd been rolling around the laundry room floor all tied up. No, if he was going to get dressed he'd have to find something else to where. But what?

The answer was obvious, even if it took a few minutes for Joe to think of it despite it staring him right in the face. There were boxes of answers in fact. Boxes of clothes in fact. Boxes of boy's clothes. Uniforms from the old prep school that the chair, the cot, the Modesty Cage and the punishment books had all come from.

"It'll be just like it was in the old days." Joe mumbled to himself when the penny finally dropped and he started to go through the boxes for something that would fit him.

It took a over half an hour of sorting through the boxes before Joe found enough clothes to dress himself, starting with underwear right the way up, but he couldn't find any long trousers, so assumed they had been reused when the school had finally done away with shorts completely. Still, as he imagined any boy who was being made to wear the Modesty Cage would have also lost the rights to long trousers, that seemed fitting, Joe started to get dressed again.

First the teenager pulled on the grey shirt which may have once been white it was hard to tell, which he buttoned all the way to the top before he added the red and white stripped tie around his neck, which he knotted beneath the turned down collar in a way he would never have done had this been his own, school uniform, but which seemed right if he were to fit in with the neatly turned out schoolboys that he'd seen in all the photos.

Grey socks with the red band at the top went onto his feet, and up to just below his knees, where they were turned down to show the red band off. The red matching the once bright red v-neck jumper, the colour of which had since faded a little bit.

Finally, Joe pulled out the biggest pair of tan corduroy shorts he'd been able to find. These had been marked as being for sizes 11-12, so he could only hope they would fit him, and they did although fastening the zip up over his caged up privates did cause him some trouble but other than that he had no really difficulty getting into them, even if they were intended for boys a couple of years, or more, younger than he was.

The old style clothing fitted surprisingly well, yet felt strange, especially as the shorts were tighter around his buttocks, and left nearly all of Joe's legs were left bare by the shortness of the legs. His thighs, nowhere near as tanned as his shins or even his knees were, looked a little out of place, but that couldn't be helped although he did wonder if he would be able to sit down in them without them splitting which is how he came to once more sit down in the "Attention Seat".

For a moment Joe just sat in the padded chair, with his bare legs sticking out in front of him, but then his bare thigh touched something cold, tucked down the side of the seat. This turned out to be the buckle of waist strap which gave him yet another idea.

Joe reached down into both sides of the chair for the two waist strap, which after he'd made himself comfortable once more, he clipped together in front of him. He then leant forward to thread his arms through the shoulder straps, pulling them up until they were on either side of his neck, where he found that they could be clipped together, across his chest to prevent them from sliding back down his arms again. These then clipped into the central buckle, slightly to either side of the waist strap. One more strap remained, this one coming up from between his pale thighs, over his groin and then locked into the bottom of the main buckle.

Once all the straps were fastened, Joe spent a few minutes adjusting them so they fit him better. By the time he'd finished, he was pressed back, into the rear of the seat, unable to lean forward. The waist strap prevented him from getting up while the crotch strap stopped him from being able to slide out of the bottom of the seat although thankfully it wasn't too tight on his actual groin.

All in all, Joe discovered he was safely and securely fastened into the chair, and yet all he had to do was press the big red button on the front of the central buckle and he'd be free again. Or so he thought anyway.

It happened the moment Joe tried to pull against the shoulder straps as if he was struggling to escape from the chair.

Suddenly there was a whirring noise directly behind him. Naturally this startled him, and he turned to see what it was. Or tried to anyway, but the restraints stopped him. Yet when he hit the release button, nothing happened.

For several minutes, in an ever increasing state, Joe pulled and tugged at the restraints which held him but got nowhere, until, exhausted from his attempts to free himself he had the thought to reach once more for the scrap books to see if they had a way out of the chair.

It took nearly an hour to find the answer, and it wasn't good. Along with a drawing of what the seat looked like was a description of it's features, apparently written by one of the boys who had been placed in it, the most often. "There is no way out of the seat", the boy had written, "as once all the belts are in place, if you struggle against then, then they are automatically locked and can only be released from the back of the chair."

Joe gulped, as he attempted to reach around but the sides of the chair jutted out too far, and he was strapped in too tight to the seat to do it. Which, he was soon to realise was, obviously the point of the seat in the first place. That the boy sitting in it, couldn't get out of it, until someone else released him, but who was going to do that and even if they did, just how was he going to explain how he became trapped in the seat in the first place?

Chapter Three

It was just after four o'clock when Joe heard someone entering the main section of the basement followed by the sound of boys voices. Instantly Joe knew who that had to be, as there were only two other boys Liam Marshall and Cody Stuart.

It soon became apparent to the teenager that the two youngsters who had tied Joe up in the laundry room were both first years at the nearby comprehensive clearly used the main part of the basement as their post school hideout, and from Joe could hear now school was over for the day, the boys were settling themselves in for the afternoon in the one room that was the teenager only exit. Assuming that is, he could get out of the chair he'd strapped himself into. Still, Joe would prefer to wait until they did leave, before he would even think about calling for help. Being discovered wearing the little kid clothes would just be too humiliating, especially as he'd put them on himself.

Unfortunately that's what was about to happen as a small figure was already silhouetted in the doorway.

For a moment the two boys just stared at each other. The blond in the modern school uniform rather surprised at what he was seeing while the other in the old fashioned uniform, just looked like a deer stuck in the headlights of an approaching truck. Then they were joined by a third boy.

"What's in there then Cody," Liam Marshall shouted from outside somewhere.

"You remember that kid we tied up."

"Yeah sure what about him?" Liam pushed passed his slightly younger friend, yet when he came to see what had stopped Cody in his tracks he didn't act the slightest bit surprised. "Well, well what's been going on here then?"

Joe couldn't think of anything to say, leaving the other boys no option but to come and see for themselves.

"Looks like you've got yourself a little bit stuck, little boy." Liam was barely able to suppress his giggles as he summed up what he was seeing but his friend had some more obvious questions.

"Why are you wearing those clothes? What is all this stuff? What are doing in that Chair?" and so on.

"I was messing around." Joe's voice came back in a rush, "I was just seeing what it's like to.... In the old days they did this... and I wanted to..."

Liam wasn't listening. Instead he was turning to his friend to give him a look, that Joe didn't like. "I think we'd better tell our 'rents what we found, don't you?"

Despite being stuck in the chair, Joe still attempted to stand up, only to get nowhere and have to resort to words instead; "No please don't."

"We should you know." Cody replied, meeting Liam's gaze which told him more than it would have anyone else as he was more used to Liam's plans, given that he'd been a part of every single one of the bullying schemes the twelve year old had come up with in his entire life.

"I think," Liam said slowly, "That we shall have to talk about this outside, but before we do, let's clear up a bit."

The two younger boys did the same thing almost at the same time. Both bending down to pick up items from the floor. Items that proved to be a pair of jeans, boxers, t-shirt, socks and trainers. Or in other words, Joe's clothes.

"Okay here's the deal." Were the next words Joe got to hear, around half an hour later when the two younger boys came back into his part of the basement. "You have a choice. Option one is that we tell everyone you're down here, and let them come and see. Someone may let you go eventually, but you'll still have to go home wearing what you're wearing. How's that sound?"

Joe naturally hated it and asked for the other option.

"Well that one we don't tell anyone but we do have to punish you for being a naughty little boy."

"How?"

Liam smiled, "Well glad you asked that, cos from what we've read around here, there's only way to punish a naughty little boy like you and that was to pull down their shorts, bend them over a knee and spank their bare bums until they cry like a baby."

Joe's heart was racing. His mouth was dry yet the rest of him was sweating. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. Spanked. He'd never been spanked in his life. He didn't know anyone who had been. In fact he couldn't believe anyone would even suggest it. They had to be bluffing. So he decided to call it.

"You can't do anything to me, my cousin lives here."

Liam laughed. "Yeah right, like he'd do anything. He's just a first year student, he won't want to rock the boat for the sake of some kid who can't keep himself out of trouble." He turned to Cody, "You know perhaps we should call the cops, or maybe the papers, as well as our 'rents. What do you think?"

"No please." Whined Joe, just as everyone had been expecting, "Don't call anyone. They can't see me like this."

The boys turned back to face him. "In that case you know which option you have to take, don't you?"

Thoughts ran through Joe's head but only one of them made it to his mouth. "Not bare bum."

"No not bare bum but we might do it bare arse." Laughed Liam mocking Joe's odd use of the childish term, before he went oh so serious again, "So what's it going to be?"

Joe's answer was barely audible so Liam made him repeat it. Louder. "Spanking!"

"Good." The two boys smiled, as they got down to work, Cody going over to route through the items Joe had unpacked from the boxes while Liam took a digital camera out of his pocket and started taking pictures of the short trousered teenager stuck fast in the oversized baby chair.

"What? What are you doing?" Joe shouted, unsuccessfully trying to cover his face but as he did so he found his right arm being grabbed by Cody who had sneaked up behind him. The eleven year old wasting no time in slipping the double skinned mitten onto the teenager's hand, and fastening the straps around Joe's wrists.

Naturally, Joe tried to remove the mitten but was powerless to do so, especially once the second mitten had been fitted to his other hand rendering both of his hands completely helpless, as he was no longer able to hold anything.

"Hey get this off me. I...." The rest of whatever it was Joe was going to say became muffled by the oversize baby's dummy that Cody pushed into his mouth and quickly strapped into place behind his head.

"This is our insurance that you don't back out of your deal." Explained Liam waving the camera around, before pointing to the mittens, "And those are to stop you from inferring in your punishment."

Suddenly Joe heard a familiar click, followed by a whirring sound, as Cody pressed the release button on the back of the chair. This was quickly followed by all the straps holding him to the chair, becoming loose, but when Joe attempted to press the big red button on the central fastening, he found he couldn't. Not with the mittens on. He had to wait for Cody to do that too, and that had to wait until Liam was sitting on the side of the cot waiting for him.

Finally able to stand once more, Joe found himself to be a little wobbly on his legs, although his senses soon returned to him when he felt someone's hands at the fastening on his shorts. But all it took was for Liam to slap his hands away for him to give up.

The two younger boys worked together to pull down the teenager's shorts, but were then pulled up short by the sight of what Joe had on underneath.

"What the fuck is that thing?"

"He's got a cage around his dick and balls." Pointed out Cody, as if no one else could see it.

"Yeah, that much I got, but what the hell is it for. Hang on it's got a little lock on it. There must be a key for it somewhere."

It didn't take the two youngster long to find the tiny key as Joe had left it in a very obvious place so he wouldn't lose it himself.

"You can't get that thing off without this can you?" Liam held the key in front of Joe's face until he nodded. "Well in that case I think I'd best hold on to it for you as you wouldn't want it getting lost would you?"

Slipping the key into the top pocket on his school shirt, Liam sat down on the side of the cot, at the same time, signalled by a nod from his friend, Cody gave Joe's back a sharp shove that sent the older boy toppling forward, right down over Liam's waiting lap.

SMACK!

The first spank came down hard and sharp on Joe's now bare bottom and that was only the start.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

The blows were as relentless as they were fierce, completely overwhelming Joe, until he knew he couldn't take anymore. But more was exactly what he got.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Spread all around the soft, white, smooth teenager's rear, even as Joe attempted to wriggle from the lap he was bent over, yet nothing was going to stop this spanking until Liam had the result he was waiting for. It didn't take long.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

"Please. Please stop. I'll be good. Just stop." Joe started to beg, just as the tears began to flood into his eyes.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

The two first formers, smiled, laughed and exchanged looks as the teenager was reduced to a crying baby right in front of their eyes. Neither of them particularly under stood how humiliating other boys, or making them suffer made them feel so excited but it did which is why they both had a long history of doing so at their junior school. However, when they'd moved up to the comprehensive, that had thought that would have finished as, after all, they were now the youngest there. Never once did they think that they'd be able to carry on as they had before, and to an older boy too.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

The spanking probably didn't last more than ten minutes, but to Joe it felt like an eternity which only ended when he was fully slumped over Liam's knees, too exhausted to care just how he had fully humiliated himself by pleading, begging and of course by crying. He didn't even care that both the boys were now staring at his bright red, almost scarlet red bottom. He just lay there and wept.

It was another five minutes before Liam told Joe to stand up and face him, and then only because the added weight on his knees was giving him pins and needles in his thighs. That and he needed to adjust his erection.

"Go and stand in the corner with your nose pressed against the wall, and stay there until we tell you otherwise. If you move we'll spank you again, got it."

Joe didn't answer. He just nodded. He did make a half-hearted attempt to pull his shorts up, but with mitten-ed hands, he couldn't so had to leave them there around his ankles while he shuffled over to the corner.

The two younger boys, meanwhile returned to the den they'd made in the larger of the basement rooms for a chat and a snack. However, they didn't leave Joe totally alone, as every now and again one of them would return to check on how the teenager was doing, and to make sure he hadn't moved. Which he didn't to.

By the time the two of them both returned to the smaller room, Joe was no longer crying but just standing there. Neither boy said anything thought, for the first few minutes, as they both just wanted to enjoy the view of the bright red bottom poking out from underneath the old style school jumper that couldn't match it for redness. Naturally they also took some more pictures.

"Okay, here's how it's going to work from now on." Liam announced the plans they'd made in the other room. "Seeing that you like dressing like a little kid, then that's what you are going to be, and we'll look after you. Don't worry though cos we won't be telling anyone about what happened here, but at the same time, you have to do EVERYTHING that we tell you, and that includes when we spank you. Got it?"

Joe mumbled something that, when repeated, without the dummy strapped into his mouth, turned out to be his agreement.

"Right then, here are the rules." Liam made a big show of unfolding the piece of paper on which they had hastily written down everything they could think of to get the teenager to do from the various things they'd read in the punishment book they too had now read.

"Rule number one: You have to do everything we tell you.

"Rule number two: Seeing that you can't behave like a big boy, you will only wear little boy clothes from now on. So no long trousers.

"Rule number three: When you are with us you will behave as if you are at school. That means do not talk unless we talk to you and if you want to go to the toilet you have to put your hand up and ask."

"Rule number four: You are a little boy, and little boys do not have any hair on their bodies other than on their heads. So get rid of it or we'll do it for you.

"Rule number five: Little boys shouldn't play with themselves so that cage thing stays on."

Joe was close to tears again even before the last rule, but with that one given he was finding it really hard to cry again, as he realised just how completely he was in the power of the two younger boys.

"In case you think of breaking any of these rules, you should know that Cody here is an internet master, and that all the pictures he's taken off you are already being uploaded to a web page that is currently private but which could easily be made public along with your name, age, address and all the other things we found the wallet in your jeans. Do you understand?"

It was the final crushing blow. Joe was, after all, only a temporary resident of the area, so he had thought that once he moved back home again, then this nightmare would all behind him, Now though, everyone he'd known all his life would see him in the "Modesty Cage", or the tiny little short trousers, sitting in a "Attention Seat", or being spanked on his bare bottom or any of the close ups that were about to be taken.

"Right turn around and bend over, but don't worry we're not going to spank you again, just want a good shot of your bum."

Barely able to prevent himself crying Joe did as he was told, for some close ups in both portrait and landscape of his rear, followed by a serious of other pictures in which he was told to adopt a variety of different poses from standing with his hands on his head, right through to laying on the cot's mattress but in everyone, the boys made sure that his face was in every shot so that there would be no way he could deny it was him.

"Right then, think that's enough pictures, so lets get some measurements so anyone who reads about you, knows just who we are talking about. How tall are you? Or should I say, how short are you?"

"Not as short as his dick?" Cody laughed, before Joe could answer.

"You ain't wrong there. That thing is tiny, like a infants or something. Do you think it's big enough to measure?"

"Probably not. Still I think we're about done here," Liam announced, "But before we go you can thank use for helping you out. Go on."

It took a few minutes for Joe to work out just what it was he was meant to say, but in the end he managed to say, "Thank you for spanking my bare bum." Little knowing that his voice was being recorded by the camera's microphone, until Liam played it back to him.

"Nice one, that can go online too." The two boys high five-d each other, before returning their attention to Joe, ""Right you've thanked me for spanking you, but how about thanking us both for helping you to become a little boy."

At this stage Joe was fully prepared to say anything he was told to, but when Liam fully explained what he had in mind, it was enough to knock all the breath from the teenager's body.

"I think you should suck both our dicks as a thank you?"

The natural response blurted out of Joe's mouth before he could stop it: "I can't!"

"Oh you can and you will as that's what little boys do for big boys who look after them." Liam repeated a phrase he'd used more than a few times before at junior school before adding that, this time, he'd overlook how Joe had spoken without putting his hand up first.

Meanwhile, as Liam spoke, Cody had his part to play, moving, largely unnoticed around behind the half naked teenager, he quickly dug his hands into the backs of Joe's knees, dropping him down into a kneeling position. At the same time, as part of a well rehearsed plan, Liam unzipped the fly of his school trousers, so that the next thing Joe became aware off was that he was looking directly at a very hard erection.

"Open up little boy," Liam moved his hips from side to side, so his erection wobbled in Joe face.

Joe though had no intention of doing that, still not realising that this wasn't the first time Liam and Cody had faced the problem of a reluctant victim.

Standing behind the kneeling boy, Cody once more played his part in the action. Reaching down, he grabbed both of Joe ears and twisted them sharply. Then, when the teenager opened his mouth to cry out, Liam just shoved his erection in instead.

Almost instantly Joe started to choke and gag, but Liam knew what he was doing and soon pulled back slightly so his erection rested on Joe's tongue while at the same time reaching down to hold the teenager's head so he wouldn't be able to move completely out of the way.

In some ways what happened next should have come as relief to Joe, although not as much relief as it was to Liam, of course. The fact is that the twelve year old had been rock hard inside his boxers since the very first thought had crossed his mind about what could happen, when they'd found the teenager in short trousers, stuck in the baby seat. That was now some time ago, and other than a few sly gropes and squeezes, he'd been unable to do anything about it. Now though, Joe's warm, wet mouth was more than enough to finish the job.

Joe was just about getting used to his first taste of another boy's erection, when his mouth started to get flooded but burst after burst of what he would later know was somewhat thin, yet copious pubertal boy cum. None of which he was going to get the slightest chance to spit out.

When it was all over, and even as Joe was still struggling to swallow his first load of boyish semen, Liam sort of flopped backwards until he was sitting down on the side of the cot, where he was instantly given the camera that had, he hopped captured yet another boy sucking his favourite toy.

There was to be no such rest for Joe though, as before he realised what was happening he was faced with another hard erection, as Cody moved into the position so recently occupied by his best friend. His erection slotted easily into Joe's still open mouth, meeting none of the resistance Liam had done, but that was okay, as just watching the previous action was enough to get the blond boy right to the edge and then over it in a split second.

And that was how the first meeting between Joe McKenzie and the two younger bullies ended. Before they left, Liam gave Joe the list of rules and made him read them out for the audio recorder and he was told to clean up the mess the three of them had made before he went upstairs.

The End