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Cub Cam

Chapter One

I guess you could say that it was all my own fault, as it wasn't as if we weren't told the dangers of the internet, but then when you're fourteen you think you know everything, don't you, and, anyway, it's not as if my story was typical.

I was fairly popular at school thanks to getting to hang around with Justin Santos, who just happened to be the most popular boy at Angelis Comp, although to me, he was, and his kid brother Alex, were neighbours. Still he was a star on the football pitch, and although I wasn't the greatest player, just because I was friends with him, I got to go the places he did, which was great, especially as I had a deep dark secret. Well two, in fact but we'll get to the other one in a minute.

Fact is I like tying myself up, and have done for a long time. In fact, for nearly as long as I can remember. It started out innocently enough, I guess, one day when I was playing climbing with Justin in his back yard.

Mr and Mrs Santos – Justin's parents – had gone somewhere with Alex who was then only a little kid so it was the perfect time for Justin to show off by climbing the metal washing line that was concreted into the centre of their yard. It was only around six feet with a T shaped section at the top for the washing line to be fixed to. Justin, who was slightly taller than me, even then, could get to the top almost just by jumping but I had to shinny up the post which, naturally rubbed my groin up and down the post as I went which gave me an erection. However, this wasn't what changed my life.

After the climbing adventure, Justin changed the game into seeing who could hang down from the pole for the longest so we both climbed up, one on either side, and arms stretched out, hung from the T for as long as we could.

Surprisingly I won the hanging game, and it was about the only time I beat Justin at anything but I did it in the strangest way. By pretending that my hands were tied to the bar and that I couldn't let go, even if I wanted to. The thought didn't seem strange at the time, and 'knowing that I couldn't let go, meant I stayed hanging there for a lot longer than Justin managed, which annoyed him no end.

From that moment I thought about what it would be like to be tied up, but when I mentioned something about this to Justin, he thought the idea was silly, so I never told anyone about it again, but that isn't to say, I didn't do anything about it.

Some time, later Justin and I were exploring and old house near where we lived, but much to our disappointment it had already been stripped out, so that all that was left was a few bits of junk around. But, it was in there that I first got the idea of what it was like to be tied up.

Amongst the junk in the house was a few short pieces of lead flashing which were around a couple of inches wide, only a four of five inches long, think enough to be heavy and yet thin enough to bend fairly easily. Absentmindedly Justin picked one up and bent it around his wrist as a bracelet, only to find it too long, so he dumped it off again, but that gave me the idea.

I returned to the house, without Justin, the next day and went straight for the longest bit of led I could find. This I could curl up at each end, so the ends would come into the middle. Then, slipping my thin childish wrists inside, I was able to use my knees to push the lead even tighter so that it curled right over, trapping my wrists into makeshift cuffs. Of course I only had to pull my wrists apart again to free them but for a long time I didn't, spending as long as I could, wondering around the house with my hands cuffed together.

Time passed from that day, but my interest in being tied up didn't. The lead strip eventually fell apart so I had to find other things to use, but that, didn't prove to be all that difficult either.

By the time I Justin and I received matching computers for our twelfth birthdays, I had quite a collection of things I could use to bind myself with. From a set of manacles I made from two strips of metal bent into circles and bolted together with a locking nut and bolt. A chain, of varying lengths could be fastened to them so I could use them either close of far apart. I also had a set of small belts, attached to cords with slip knots in them that I could use at night. The belts fastening to my wrists and ankles, and then the slip knots going over the four corners of my bed so I could be tied up at night. The slip knots having a built in quick release system so I could yank them off, if I needed to.

One of the favourite things I did at that time, was to lock myself in my cupboard which was a lot more fun that it sounded, and could only be done when I was on my own, for reasons that will soon become clear.

I got the idea from something that I found on line about boys being taken as slaves during the middle ages, and which caused me to have my first spontaneous wet orgasm. I'd been able to produce sperm for a few months before that happened, and, naturally did so whenever I was tied up but this was the first time that it had happened without me actually having anything to do with it. I was just sitting there reading, when I suddenly came in my boxers, so I knew I was on to something.

A month or so after that happened, I finally found myself, aged thirteen, being left alone for the night in the house. I know this probably sounds like I was too young, but other than for my secret I guess I was pretty mature for my age, and my parents trusted me.

As the sun set on the house, I locked up as per my dad's instructions, before returning, early to my bedroom, and cleaning out my closet so that it was totally empty and there would be enough room for me to fit inside, even though I'd have to duck a little to fit under the shelf, but that was fine. Of course I didn't need to empty the things from the shelf, except for one thing anyway, the box containing all my chains, and manacles.

Standing in the bedroom, I put a set of leg irons around my ankles – these were made the same way as the manacles were – and then put on the manacles themselves, carefully fastening the bolts securing them as tight as I could with a spanner until I was sure I wouldn't be able to undo them with just my fingers. I then took one of the belts that I used at night, but instead of the slip knotted rope that I used on my bed, I'd fixed a length of chain to it with a bolt. With the belt buckle around the back of my head, the chain hang down in front of me, as I walked into the closet.

The closet was part of the original house before it got modernized, so it had a key hole and lock that could be used from either side, not that I normally used it, but this day I was going to.

Stepping, or rather hoping as the leg iron chain was somewhat on the short side, I locked the closet door behind me and then removed the key, placing it up on the shelf above my head, in the space where my chains normally lived and where I'd left two combination padlocks. These I took down, before I turned off the closet light via the draw-string.

I took a few minutes to get used to the darkness, before I completed my bondage. The first thing I did was use one of the combination locks, to attach my manacles to the chain hanging down from my neck and then, bending over, I used the other lock to fasten the end of the chain to my leg irons. And I was done.

Now I was stuck. Unable to stand up straight by the shortness of the chain connecting my neck to my ankles, I couldn't reach the key to the closet door but, it was now much to dark, for me to be able to read the combination on the two padlocks and, of course, I couldn't undo the bolts on the shackles without a the spanner that was outside on my bed.

From the time the second combination lock clicked shut, I had a rush throughout my body, as my closet became a dark dungeon from which there was no escape for a boy chained hand and foot, rendered totally helpless.

It was summer when I did this so nights didn't last all that long, but I know that I enjoyed every moment of my imprisonment. By the time the sun came up, I was exhausted both from the lack of sleep and from the sheer number of times that I'd masturbated my erection with my chained hands but that closet had a faint smell of teenage cum for years afterwards, although that could have been just in my mind.

Anyway, I was ready to be free by the time the sun was up and it was light enough to read the combination lock but before I took a nap I really needed, I made sure everything was back in the closet, and it was all like nothing had happened.

Chapter Two

When I was fourteen, my parents decided I was old enough to have a web cam, and for the previous restrictions on my internet access to be removed which was like a godsend as it meant that I could now talk in real time with Justin, and my other friends – well those people that were friends with me so they could get to Justin – without bothering to actually spend any time to them. But, most of all, I could now visit self bondage sites to pick up some tips on things to do.

A few of the sites I first stumbled on turned out to be a touch dodgy, with people making suggestions that were if best, impractical if not totally impossible, but, slowly, as I started to trust some of the people I found, I started to join in, slowly at first, just commenting and asking questions about the things they'd done before, eventually, I got up the courage to tell them about the things that I'd done. It was all anonymous of course but that's how I liked it.

A few months later and there was a regular group of people I'd come to know and trust, so much that I started to post them pictures of myself tied up, taken with my new web cam. I never showed my face of course, and they never showed their faces in theirs either, so that was fair.

The first one I sent was a simple one. For this I wrapped one of my belts around my ankles. A rolled up length of cloth went in my mouth and tied around behind my head as a gag. A second, longer belt, went around my chest and upper arms, and then I added another one as low down my arms as I could, but still leaving enough of my arms free so I could fasten first it, and then pull the tab down from my ankles, which were now bent up behind my back, and fastened that to the belt around my elbows. I titled it "GS Hogtie" and posted it.

The comments came back thick and fast, mostly with suggestions about how I could improve what I was doing, such as crossing my ankles over before I belted them up which would make them be held tighter, and similar things like that. Someone also suggest that duct tape might be easier to use, so that was what I did next.

Taping myself up did indeed prove to be easier, although it wasn't something I did all that often as, obviously tape can't be used more than once, which made it somewhere expensive but I did want to try it out. So following the instructions I was given I wrapped the tape around my ankles – not crossed this time – and then just below and above my knees. I then taped up my mouth, by wrapping the tape around the lower half of my face a few times, so there was nothing but tape from my chin to just under my nose (the rest of my head wouldn't be visible anyway). Then it was time for the final part of the operation. The toughest part.

Standing, I hooked the roll of tape over the end of my bed-knob, and attached the end to my arm, then, with my arms tucked by my sides I simply turned around and around, hopping on my bound feet until the tape totally secured my arms to my body, before I cut the end of the tape with the scissors I had in my hand.

Carefully, I knelt down, and then toppled myself over, so that I landed on my back more or less directly in the spot on the bedroom carpet where I'd previously pointed my web cam, and using the remote, I took the pictures that I would later put up on the net and which would result in me getting my first challenge.

The challenge was issued to all the members of the Self bondage group, and was to tie ourselves up outside, over night and I found a way to do mine in style.

The day before my adventure was going to start I rode my bike out to a small bridge on the other side of the woods that were behind the housing estate where I lived. There, I slipped down into the gully beneath the bridge and hid a padlock key. There was no vegetation on either side of the gully so the entire area either side was totally visible from the bridge itself and any cars that were passing over it.

The following day, was the one I'd been planning for and I'd told my parents that I was going to go camping into the woods with Justin, and they were more than happy to let me go as both Justin and Alex had been in the scouts for years, but in reality the pair of us had our own plans of things to do. Thankfully Justin hadn't asked what mine were so I hadn't asked what his were either, but I was going scout camping. Sort of, anyway.

Despite being Justin official best friend, I'd never followed him into the cubs, so was never therefore a scout either, but then not many boys were, and both the Santos boys kept their involvement as quiet as they could, it being just one of the secrets I had on my friend, that probably kept him hanging around with me, even though I'd have never told anyone anyway. Still, there was one thing I liked about the scouts and that was the uniform, just not the current one.

Alex Santos at eleven was in his final year of cubs when the movement held a celebration of some anniversary of other, and got the boys to dress up in the old uniforms to show how they had changed and updated over the years. Alex, got the one from the 1970s with the shortest shorts you'd ever seen but, it was, as it turned out, the most popular one of the lot as it was the one used when the movement had been the most popular. Alex though, hated it, as it made him look like a little kid, and vowed never to wear it again, so it made sense, to me anyway, to 'borrow' it for my adventure as it was also the one featured in some old photos we had in my self bondage club, of cubs being tied up as part of some test or other (now if they still did THAT I'd have joined for sure!)

On the day of my scouting adventure I had my rucksack packed with all my 'camping gear' that was in fact little more than the uniform, a chain, padlocks, my shackles and manacles, and a ball gag that I'd made from stitching a rubber ball, into the centre of a large dog collar, plus another, more regular dog collar.

I rode my bike to the edge of the woods, and then walked it in a short way, to a spot where I could safely leave it, and where it could be chained up to a tree (just in case!). At this point, I stopped what I was doing so I could prop up the digital camera I'd bought with so I could have pictures to prove that I'd done it to my friends in the group. Then I changed my clothes.

Stripping down to my boxer shorts in the middle of the woods, even in summer, was a strange experience, but as I stuffed my jeans and t shirt into my rucksack I had to do a lot of thinking not to give my erection the stroking it was so desperately wanting and concentrated on getting dressed instead pulling the green jumper over my head with all its badges sewn onto the arms and the chest and pulling the grey shorts up my legs. Both of these were a little small on my, of course, but not as bad as they could have been as Alex had recently had a growth spurt so he wasn't all that much shorter than me anymore. That said, the jumper did tend to show my tummy whenever my arms were raised, and the shorts, well they showed just about all of my legs right up to the top which wasn't something I was used to in the least, given just how white my legs were at that point.

I had a bit of trouble getting the kerchief on, as I had no idea what to do with the woggle but eventually I got it right – I think – and as I had worn the long grey socks, and garters under my jeans I only had to put the green cap, with the yellow braiding on my head and I was ready to take my first set of photos of me in my new uniform.

I continued using the camera of a few more minutes once I had the shots of me standing to attention, both front and back, so that it would record me putting my normal clothing into my rucksack, along with all the keys to the locks and the spanner for the shackles as I wouldn't need that to put them on, only to take them off, thanks to the new locking nuts I had. The rucksack I then locked with one of the padlocks, while the long chain went around the tree, my bike and the rucksack, locking all of them in place. A close up with the camera confirming all of this before I set about locking myself up.

Again I made sure the camera got a good look at everything I did, as I first put on the leg irons, around my ankles, but over the grey socks which would prevent them from rubbing. The bolts that held the ankle cuffs in place were threaded through each end of a twelve inch long chain so that I wouldn't be able to walk all that fast, making the journey all that more difficult, and more like I was a young cub, escaping from slavers on some adventure or other, which was the plot line I was going with.

Kneeling in front of the camera, I put the ball in my mouth, and buckled the dog collar it was now attached to behind my head, making sure that I could breath, of course, but then I knew I would has I'd spent several days wearing my home made gagging device. I then put the second collar around my neck, just above the kerchief, with a short length of chain hanging down my back onto which I padlocked the handcuffs.

A final check that I'd done everything, and with my back to the camera once more, I got a few good shots of my putting my own wrists into the handcuffs and then locking them shut. Then I backed away a few feet so the camera could see me handcuffed, gagged and shackled, dressed as a little cub scout, with a five mile trek ahead of me before I could get the key that held my bike and clothes prisoner, right back where I was starting to walk from.

There was no track for me to follow through the woods, as I didn't want to come across anyone, by accident so I took a somewhat less than direct route. This also meant that I had to manoeuvre my way through some fairly thick bushes and either around or over any fallen trees that happened to block my path which normally wouldn't have been too much of a problem but chained as I was did cause some problems, especially as I didn't want to damage the digital camera that I could just about stuff into the pocket of the shorts.

So it was that my progress towards the key was slower than I'd thought it would be, especially as I needed to stop a few times to catch my breath, or to check that my legs weren't getting savaged by the various brambles and thorn that I encountered from time to time, forgetting that I didn't have the protection of jeans on, as I usually would have. Still the marks looked good on the photos I took, and added to the proof that I was actually doing this for real.

After about an hour, or perhaps two, I couldn't be sure, I encountered another problem, where despite the several recent days of dry weather the ground under the trees remained wet and slippy. Some of these patches I was able to shuffle myself around, but others I had little choice but to go right through, and that wasn't much fun, especially on the one occasion when I fell over. Thankfully I landed on the other side to the camera, but my uniform got rather dirty in the process.

The day drifted on, and although my original intention had been to make it to the tree before night, but with so many delays it became clear that I wasn't going to be able to do that, so although by the time it was starting to go dark I could just about make out the bridge in the distance, I decided that it wouldn't be safe to walk the final part along the river banks in the dark so instead I looked for somewhere to bed down for the night, and get the key the following day.

I was able to get a few good photos, by using the flash on the camera of me laying down, in my mud splattered uniform, still chained up although I did have to delete a couple of the pictures due to my erection being a little too obvious, tenting up the front of the cub shorts. Naturally, I didn't take any photos of the time I spent laying on my front humping my groin into the soft ground, or of the damp, patch this created on the shorts.

In the morning, I had the challenge of working down the elasticated shorts with my cuffed hands, working at one side at a time, until they were low enough so that I could relieve myself. Then, of course, I had to do the entire thing in reverse and get my shorts back up again, or else I'd have had to spend the rest of the journey exposing myself. Unfortunately the idea of doing that turned me on enough to bring my erection back which, made getting my shorts up all that more difficult so, once more, I had to lay down and hump it away. At least, this time, it didn't leave any stains.

The second day's journey towards the keys went a lot smoother, although I did have to dodge away from some early morning traffic a few times, but soon I made it under the bridge and was able to get the key. Pausing there only long enough to take another photo of my success before shuffling my way back into the cover of the woods, and heading back to my bike and clothes.

The return trip took less than half the time of the outward journey as this time I know the pitfalls and could avoid them with easy so it was well before dark that I was able to unlock my rucksack and reach inside with my cuffed hands for the handcuff keys and slowly release myself, doing so, just as before, in front of the digital camera.

Once free I washed myself off as much as I could, had something to eat and drink, before dressing and mounting my bike for the journey home with two sets of tales to tell about my camping trip. One for my parents involving Justin and I – these we'd worked out on an internet chat – and another, involving a chained up little cub scout for my self bondage group.

I won the 'Outside' contest with easy with my photos – now doctored to hide my face and the name of Alex's scout group that was on the shoulder badges – and was award the pot of online cash that we had each staked to take part. This turned out to be rather more than I'd thought and, paid in and out through an online anonymous banking service enabled me to purchase some real bondage stuff that I could entertain myself.

Chapter Three

On the day that my secret life caught up with me, I actually thought I was on a lucky streak as not only had my parents gone out for the evening leaving me alone in the house, but then Justin had to surrender use of his computer so his little brother could use it. This left me with nothing to do, and perfect chance to do the things that I found a lot more interesting than the project Justin and I had been working on via the our web cams. Well, the one I'd been working on while he nodded his head, at the things I was showing.

Of course I wasn't going to let this chance go to waste so, after saying goodbye to Justin, I got started straight away as I knew I only had a few hours before my parents came back, so instead of rebooting my PC, I left it on. That, as it turned out was a big mistake, as if I'd done that then I wouldn't have had to worry about any programmes that were still running.

Anyway, I knew exactly what I wanted to do, and that was to check out the new chat room that my favourite teen self bondage site had recently installed and which I'd never had the chance to use before. But before I did that, I wanted to make sure that I was dressed for the occasion.

Already more excited than I probably should have been I raced down to the patio and snatched one of the outdoor chairs that would be perfect for what I had in mind. These being all weather furniture were made of metal tubing, with wooden slats across them.

Placing the chair in front of the table where my computer was set up, spent a few minutes collecting the belts, ropes, strips of cloth and duct tape that I would need, before I took off my shirt and jeans.

In just my boxer shorts I sat on the chair seat in the normal way, and tied the end of two lengths of rope around each of my ankles. Once that was done, I got off the seat only to sit down again, in a none to regular way. This time instead of having my legs out over the front, I put one and then the other through the gaps under the arms, on either side. This naturally meant my legs were spread around the sides of the chair but that was what I wanted, as it enabled me to then tie the cords from my ankles up to the back of the seat. This would keep my feet off the floor and well out of the way, bent back, as they now were, behind me.

Next I picked up one of the two belts and put that on around my waist. Of course, I made sure to thread it through the slats that made up the back of the chair too. This was buckled in the front after my attempt to buckle it behind the chair proved not to be very good, as I just couldn't get it tight enough that way.

My lower body was now, pretty much stuck where it was, but I wasn't done yet. Taking up some more rope I threaded this through the seat at the sides where my knees where and used them to tie my legs tightly into place so that I wouldn't be able to move even my thighs.

A gag was next, and for this I decided to combine the two most effective methods I knew about. The first was to get a strip of cloth and tie a large knot in the middle of it, this was then pushed into my mouth all the way, until my cheeks really bulged out. That alone pretty much prevented me from saying anything but still, I then covered it over with a couple of rounds of duct tape, wrapped around the lower half of my face, so that any sounds that did manage to get around the cloth would be stopped by the tape.

Just my arms remained free now, but I couldn't do them in the traditional way, behind my back as I needed at least one of them to operate my computer so instead, I was going to use three belts. One of them, was a regular one that went around my upper body, and through the back of the chair, but also around my upper arms. This was buckled in the middle of my chest and made sure that my biceps were trapped to me sides. Before I fastened that, I pre-buckled two smaller belts around the front of the chair arms, and once the big belt was in place I carefully worked my right wrist into one, and used my left to tighten it.

By this point I only had the use on my left forearm but that was enough to type the link for the self-bondage group and navigate through the to chat room, where I created an account, along the lines of my regular one, but didn't hit ENTER just yet. Before I could do that I had to complete my bondage, and I did that by moving my wireless mouse into my right hand, and then slipping my left into its pre-prepared belt loop. Now I was ready and now I entered the chat room.

To my ultimate disappointment the chat room turned out to be empty when I got there, but I wasn't giving up that easy and, leaving the window active, I spent ten minutes or so, bumping around the various threads on the main page whilst checking back every now and again to see if anything was happening yet. Eventually it did.

The username that appeared in the chat window wasn't one I was familiar with, and for good reason as it soon became apparent that he wasn't a regular user of the site, as he didn't know some of the terms I was using, but he seemed nice enough, so that when he asked if I wanted to use Cams to chat, I said that he could but told him that mine wasn't on.

"Really?" he typed back, clearly not believing me so I explained about what I'd done, and that was why I couldn't turn the camera on.

"Oh!", he said, before asking again if I wanted to see his. I agreed.

The cam window opened and I was a little surprised to see that my chat partner had angled it down away from his face, although this did make some sense given that we didn't know each other, however it did give me a rather nice view of the tight blue boxer shorts he was wearing and which did little to hide the outline of his privates.

"Can you see me?" he typed, and I replied that I could, keeping my words as short as possible due to the time it took to tap them out with just the mouse.

"Do you tie yourself up often?" he then asked, which was, a pretty standard question on the site so I not only replied that I did, but also pointed him towards my entry in the outdoor tie up contest that had been, by this time, a few weeks earlier. I then waited while he checked out all the links. Not surprisingly when he returned to the chat room he had a lot of questions starting with was I really a cub scout. It took quite some time but I slowly explained to him the back story of how I'd got the uniform from my best friend's little brother.

"Why don't you get your mate to tie you up?" he then asked, and I told him, honestly, that I didn't know how Justin would have reacted.

"Isn't there anyone else that could tie you up? What about your mate's brother, who the uniform belonged to?" I laughed at this as, after all, Alex was only a little kid, so clearly he wouldn't have a clue what to do.

For a few seconds after I sent that message nothing much happened, but just as I thought I'd lost him for some reason he then came back with another question. A pretty obvious one at that."So you like being tied up then?"

"Sure!" I replied."Don't you!"

"I've never tried," he said.

There was another pause and then he asked."Does it make you excited?"

Now normally that was a question I wouldn't have answered, but given that he had his cam focussed on his groin, I could see that he was excited as there was a good sized tent pole sticking up inside his boxer briefs. And, of course, although he couldn't see it, there was a matching one in mine too.

"Do you think about sex stuff when you're tied up?" he next asked, and I admitted that sometimes I did, as when you were tied up you couldn't stop the person who'd tied you up from doing anything he wanted to you.

"And you'd like that would you? To be made to do stuff, while you were tied up, and stuff like that?"

"I think so." I said, trying to be a little careful about what I said, especially as while I was typing that out, my erection made a break for freedom, somehow managing to get itself through the opening in my boxer shorts.

"Wow!" came the words on the screen, which I took to be a response to what I'd just said, and not to the hard teenage prick that was now standing straight up between my bound and spread legs and leaking, a bit of clear liquid down into my boxer shorts.

Then on screen, I saw a hand creep into the top of the blue boxer briefs and head straight down for the tent, but, just as it came back up again to start peeling the boy's underwear down, it was suddenly snatched away. A second later, the cam went off and I was left looking at an empty chat screen as the other user logged out.

"Crap!" I typed out, because I couldn't say it behind the gag. Just as things were getting going too.

I spent a further half an hour sitting there waiting to see if anyone else would show up but they never did, so in the end, with the locking ticking down to the arrival home of my parents, I had little choice but to free my left hand and bring things to their naturally, if a little messy end, before I untied the rest of my bondage and set about putting my room back to normal.

And that was the end of that. Or so I thought anyway. As I shut down my computer that night, I never noticed that one of the programmes that had to be closed automatically was my web cam.

Chapter Four

A few days after my adventure in the I found that I had a Personal Message waiting for me at the club, when I checked before school, which said:

"Hey, remember me from chat, I found this video that I thought you would like. Let me know what you think."

The sender was the same as the username I'd spoken to so I didn't think twice about clicking on the link to the download service he'd provided, and spent the time waiting for the video to load, wondering which of the many videos I'd found by myself, this was going to be, as I didn't for one minute thing that a newcomer like this person clearly was, would have been able to find something I hadn't seen before. But I was wrong. Very wrong.

The video started out looking at an blank screen with various commands were flashing up as, someone clearly was trying to get a recording programme to work, but then it cleared, and when it did I nearly fell right of my chair. It wasn't a video I'd seen before but it was familiar all the same. It was, after all a video of me, taken in the very room I was viewing it from. There I was, sitting on the garden chair, tied up, gagged, and with a lump in my boxer shorts, the end of which was getting wetter by the second.

For several minutes I watched as I sat there, absolutely still, my thighs and chest straining against the bonds that held them, with no part of my body moving other than my eyes, scanning back and forth as I read, and the fingers on my right hand busily tapping away at the mouse controls. Then it got worse.

There was a jump in the video, and from that point on, not only could you see what I was doing but you could read what I was writing to as the transcription from the chat I'd had with the new boy was superimposed over the bottom of the screen in perfect sync to how my fingers were typing it out.

The video ended with two more shocks. One of which I should have been expecting the second one I wasn't.

First the contents of my boxers became a lot more agitated, as the text conversation turned to sex, and then, my erection sprang out of my clothing, slapping up into my taunt belly where it left a visible kiss of pre-cum on my stomach. The video concluded right after that, but not before my details: user name, real name, and even my address, school, email (both 'secret' and real) were displayed on screen.

For what seemed like ages I just sat there, totally stunned, especially when the realisation hit me that the only place that video had come from had been my own cam. I even checked that it was currently off – which is was – but it was too late for that now. What was I going to do? I was in deep trouble and I knew it. I had to stop anyone else from seeing that video, and there was only one way I could do that, and that was to reply to the message.

I wrote and rewrote my reply a dozen times before I finally sent back something that didn't really say anything but which, at least, would get a response. Which it did. Almost instantly. Telling me that the other party was on line no doubt waiting for me.

"Hello Garret, As you saw from the video I know everything about you and if you don't do exactly what I tell you everyone you know will as well, starting with your best mate, your friends, your parents, and anyone else who knows you along with many people who don't.

If you don't want that to happen then here is what you have to do. When you come home from school this afternoon, before you go into the house, go into the garden and follow the instructions that will be waiting for you there.

Do anything else, and by four o'clock the video will be released."

I only had the chance to read the message once before mum was calling that it was time for me to be heading for school but that was enough as those words were burnt into my mind from that moment on.

For the rest of the day my mind was filled with so many questions that school didn't really get a look in. Thankfully not having many friends meant I took take the time to myself to think things through and I sure had a lot to think about. Okay, so I knew where the video had come from, and even how a web cam stream could be recorded, but I couldn't for the life of me, work out how the person had found out my real identity from it? The only possible answer was that it was someone I knew. But who?

By the time school was out, my hands were shaking and my stomach was tied in knots, and for a split moment I nearly forgot about what I was meant to do, even though I'd been in two minds about doing it all day, I figured that just taking a look couldn't do any harm could it. I couldn't let myself directly into the garden as the side gate was locked so had to go through the house anyway, which if nothing else gave me the chance to put my bag down and help myself to a hopefully calming glass of juice in the kitchen. That's when I saw the note.

It was sitting on the outside table in a plain brown envelope and I had it open before I anyone else could see it, even though there was no one there.

Hello Garret

Seeing as you've found this note you are following directions correctly so here is what we want you to do.

You are to remove all of your school clothes and then climb onto the table, where you will tie your tie over your eyes like a blind fold. You will then lay with your arms above your head while you wait for further instructions.

Remember if you do not follow any instructions then the video will be sent to everyone you know.

I trembled as I read the note for a second time, well aware that my entire body seemed to be blushing at the thoughts of the threats that were being made and that I knew I couldn't do anything about them. One thing was certain whoever was behind the note had to be watching and for that reason, if no other, I set about doing what I was told.

Thankfully my back garden was surrounded by a high hedge on all sides so it was unlikely that anyone would be able to see me doing what I was doing, but even so I hadn't even dared to play my tie up games out there, just in case and now, here I was getting totally naked, but with little option in it. So it was no surprise that all the time I was unbuttoning my school shirt I was looking nervously around in case I could see someone.

My trousers came down, after some more searching around, and that just left my boxers, before I slowly lowered them, stepped out of them, and left them there, on the ground.

The sun was bright that evening so it wasn't could, but feeling it on my now bare skin only reminded me, should I need reminding, that I was naked for the first time outside, and that, anyone could see me if they happened to look into our yard. The quicker this was over the better.

The table was a similar design to the chair I'd bound myself too in the incriminating video, and I found the wood strangely warm under my naked bottom as I sat on it so I could tie my school tie around my eyes, before I lay back down. It took a while to get myself sorted out on the table as it wasn't all that big, and I had to hang my legs over one end while my hands, above my head, hunt over the other side, with my head and bottom only just fitting on top. All of this probably being the reason why I didn't notice that I wasn't alone.

The moment a I felt steel closing around my right wrist I nearly jumped out of my skin, but that reaction did nothing to stop the handcuffs from being snapped on my right wrists and my hands becoming trapped. "Who's there?" I gasped, my voice coming out so gasping that it was almost like I was gagged.

"You know who?" came the barely audible reply. "Keep still."

The handcuffs that now secured my wrists were clearly attached to something else, a rope perhaps, as I could feel them pulled down, and fastened somehow to the table beneath me, meaning that my hands were going to be no use to me from now on.

"You like this don't you?" the voice said with a slight mocking tone that, at first I didn't get, but then, in a somewhat shocking moment, I realised what he meant, and that my erection was back.

"No, I…" I tried to lie, but it was no use, and I went with a different question instead. "What are you going to do?"

"Well first, I'm going to do you a favour." The boy said, fiddling with something that I couldn't quite make out. "Seeing as you like to wear little kid clothes, I thought I'd help you look more like a little kid by shaving off your pubes."

"My what?" I cried, "You can't. What will everyone say?"

"Who is going to notice Unless you show your privates to a lot of people on the net?"

"I don't…" I protested, totally defeating my own argument.

"Right then, so no one will noticed. That's what I thought. Let's get started. Open your legs and keep real still, as you wouldn't want me to slip would you."

I didn't of course, and seeing that as he was speaking the sound of the boy's voice had moved around to a position between my legs, there was little I could do but give another little jump as I felt the first of the very cold shaving lotion being squirted out over my groin.

A razor soon followed, being moved all over an area of my body that no one had been near other than myself in years and which even made a few trips down, under my nuts between my legs where I was pretty sure I didn't have any hair.

"Okay final part!" said the voice as the razor went away, and suddenly my loins were showered in several squirts of tepid water from, I would later discover, a drinking bottle.

"Right, that's better, now you look like a little cub scout, Garret."

I may not have been able to see what he'd done, and even though I hadn't had all that much hair down there in the first place, now that it was all gone, I couldn't help but feel even more naked than I had done before.

"Now, I'm going to take the blindfold off, but remember the rules. You have to do what I tell you, or else I'll have to punish you and the video goes public, understand."

"Yes!" I said meekly.

"Good! Lift your head up."

I did as I was told and eventually the blind fold was taken off, and sunlight poured into my eyes, temporarily blinding me. Slowly, though my vision returned and I was able to get the first real look at the person who'd tricked and then trapped me into being tied up in my own garden and having my pubes shaved it.

The first thing I saw was a pair of clear blue eyes looking down at me. This was followed by a shaggy head of blond hair, that only partly covered a face that looked so familiar that at once I knew that my first assumption had been right. It was someone I knew all right, but not someone I'd seen at school, as he wasn't in my year. In fact, he'd only just started at Angelis Comp, but was the one other person who had access to Justin's computer. His little brother Alex.

"Hi Garret, remember me!" he said, giving me both a little wave and a cheeky grin like only an eleven year old can.

"Yeah but… can you let me go!"

"Not yet, you belong to me now, and I've not finished with you yet. Shall we go inside?"

I wasn't sure I was liking what I was hearing but, going inside did sound like a good idea, so I agreed to that, at least. However it didn't turn out quite as I'd expected as instead of releasing my hands from the cuffs, Alex Santos, simply untied the rope that bound them to the table, and after waiting while I climbed to my feet, used that rope to lead me inside, with my wrists still handcuffed in front of me.

"Where are we going?" I asked, once we were inside the house, and some of my confidence returned.

"To the scene of the crime, where else, your bedroom." Alex laughed, tugging me towards the stairs.

It was the first time that Alex had been in my bedroom, in fact the first time that anyone had other than my family and, on a few occasions, Justin, but having viewed the video of me, he didn't seem the least bit put off by anything that was happen. But then he did have things on his mind.

"Right then, this will do." He said.

"For what?" I asked.

"Why, your punishment of course!" he laughed, a bright smile lighting up his face as all the colour went out of mine.

"What punishment?"

"The only punishment little boys get. A spanking."

"WHAT? You can't be serious?"

"Sure I am, unless you want everyone to see that video of you wanking while you were tied up."

That wasn't entirely true as I pointed out: "I wasn't wanking!"

"No that's right you didn't have to did you, you nearly came just from being tied up, didn't you."

"You were stiff too." I pointed out only for him to remind me that anything he did wasn't on film, unlike everything I'd done, and at that point he produced a small digital video camera from his pocket and held it so I could watch myself, stripping naked in my own garden and climbing onto the table where, and allowing myself to be tied up and shaved. Alex taking great delight in pointing out that, throughout the movie, I was never less than at least half hard, and that, even though the camera was filming from a static point, it was obvious that me erection became fully hard, the moment the handcuffs had gone on. I was screwed. Again.

"Oh, do you still have that table tennis set, that we used to play?" Alex asked out of the blue.

"Sure, its in the garage, I think."

"Great. Go and get one of the bats and then come back here."

I left, wondering why he only wanted one of the bats, walking through the house both naked and handcuffed doing little to keep my erection under control although when I finally picked out the small round bat, with the frayed, rubber coating, just what Alex was going to use it for, couldn't have been more obvious. He was going to spank me.

By the time I returned to my own bedroom, Alex was sitting on the straight backed chair that was usually in front of my computer but which he'd moved back away so it was nearly in the centre of the room.

"What? What do you want me to do?" I asked, hoping that he'd changed his mind. He hadn't.

"Get over my lap." He said, giving me another shock, even though, as far as I knew, this was the only way a boy got a spanking. Not that I'd ever had a spanking before. But Alex looked so small sitting in my chair. His feet didn't even reach the floor, and yet he was soon going to be spanking me, a teenager, in the most humiliating way possible.

"I'm waiting." He said, patting his thigh, through the jeans he'd rushed home to put on, before he could spring his trap on me.

Gingerly I lay down across the lap of the younger boy, allowing Alex to guide me in just the position he wanted me in, until I ended up with my handcuffed hands on the floor on one side and my feet touching the carpet on the other. My erection dangling between his slightly open knees, and my bottom the highest part of my entire body, as his slender left arm wrapped around my waist, and held me tightly. Then, without further warning, it started.

WHACK!

I was too shocked to do anything but wonder how such a small boy could hit so hard.

WHACK! WHACK!

Pain flashed up from wherever and whenever the makeshift paddle struck my bottom.

WHACK! WHACK!

It stung worse than anything I'd ever felt before but my teenage pride was telling me that I couldn't cry in front of the younger boy.

WHACK! WHACK!

WHACK! WHACK!

The blows kept coming and soon, so did my tears. First as little pinpricks of water in the corners of my eyes, before the started to drip, and then flow down my face.

WHACK! WHACK!

By the time I was openly whimpering, my bum felt like it was both on fire, and going numb from the strikes.

WHACK! WHACK!

When Alex finally stopped paddling my bottom, it was all I could do to remember to breath between the sobs that were making my body rock on his lap while he did nothing but sit there, and look at the fire engine red he'd created out of my previously white rear.

Eventually, when I'd pulled myself a little more together, I was allowed to get up and naturally the first thing I did was to rub my own bottom, while doing a subconscious dance around my own bedroom, as if that could make the stinging pain go away.

"Right then Garret, enough dancing, go and stand in the corner while I see what else you've been up to."

I did as I was told, feeling every bit like the little kid who just had a spanking, yet, thanks to the odd shape of my room I was still able to watch as Alex pulled the chair back towards my computer, which soon came to life. That was when I realised the real reason Alex had sent me to get the paddle that had turned my bum red, so he could start up my web cam and why the chair had been in the place it had, so that he could make another movie with which to blackmail me. But there was worse to come as once he'd saved the video from the cam, Alex started poking around in the private parts of my computer.

"Well, well, look what I've found." The younger boy said time and time again, as he unearthed another link, text file, photo, video, or website, that showed boys around my age, tying themselves up, or being tied up, getting caught tied up, and then being humiliated, and/or dominated by their peers, younger boys, or even on a few occasions, girls. Some of these were playful situations but a lot of them weren't, featuring as they did, the bound boys being forced to strip, or being stripped by others, which would lead to a variety of sexual situations. And if that wasn't bad enough, listening to Alex say "Wow, I'd never have thought of that!" did little to make me think that this would be an end to the matter.

Chapter Five

"Morning Garret," little Alex Santos said to me the next morning when he wondered in though my back door as if it was his house and not mine. "How are you today?"

"Fine!" I said, unable to take my eyes from the younger brother of my best friend who had caused me to tie myself up, so that he could first shave my pubic hair off, and then spank me so hard that my bum was still sore the following day.

"Good, cos we've got a lot to do today, or at least you have.

"What? What have I got to do?" I asked but Alex ignored me, to continue looking around the kitchen until he found what he was looking for.

"Ah here it is?" he took down the list mum and dad put up at the start of every week. A list of things I should do before I could get any pocket money. A list I normally ignored. But not today.

"So let's see, what have we got here," he read, "Cut the grass, do the laundry, and sort out the garage!"

"That last one's a joke!" I pointed out, as the garage was loaded to the rafters with boxes of junk that had come from when my Gran had downsized her house. None of which had been touched since it had arrived, but which was always, about to be sorted out. All of which I explained to Alex, who seemed to be listening although that could have been because he had other ideas on his mind.

"Never mind that. You can start by cutting the grass, but before you do that you'd best get changed."

"Changed? Why?" I asked, looking down at the fairly standard jeans and t-shirt I was wearing.

Alex folded his arms, and took on a stern looking expression as he explained: "Those are big boy clothes and you're a little boy now, remember, so go and put on your little boy clothes."

"But I don't have…"

"Do you want another spanking?" he asked, tapping his foot. "Go and put on your uniform."

"It's Saturday," I pointed out, "my school uniform is what I'm meant to be washing."

"Not that one. The cub one."

"I can't wear that, someone might see me."

"Well you'd best hurry up, before it gets busy out there, then, hadn't you. Or before Justin wakes up anyway."

The thought of my super cool best friend seeing me dressed up like that was too much to bare, but, from the look on his little brother's face, it was obvious that I didn't have any choice on the matter and would have to do what I was told. Alex, after all, knew a lot more about me than I once wore his cub uniform. So I headed upstairs.

Ten minutes later I was back downstairs, and standing with my arms by my sides while Alex looked me over, smiling and giggling to himself all the time he did so. He'd already sent me back to my room, once so I could get the cap, and to change into some grey socks.

"You know that real suits you, Garret," he laughed, "maybe you should wear it every time I come around, what do you think?"

This time I knew better than to say anything, which turned out to be just the right thing to do, as I was then allowed to go outside and get the mower from the shed, which I then pushed around to the front of the house to get started.

When I came around the front of the house I saw Alex was now sitting on the doorstep, watching me, but I ignored him as I started the mower and started to run it up and down, our front lawn which, thankfully wasn't all that big.

I was a little over half way through the chore, when a car drove past me. I tried to ignore it, ducking my head down, to concentrate on the mower, but, just as it got level I happened to look up and directly into the small faces of a couple of little kids that lived up the other end of our street. I didn't know their names, but clearly they knew Alex as they were laughing with him, while pointing at me.

Thankfully that was the only time anyone saw me, in the cub uniform that I know about. After I'd finished the front I moved quickly into the back garden and repeated the process there. By the time that was finished, it was lunch time. Naturally, it was my job to prepare the lunch for both myself and Alex, and then to do all the clearing up in the kitchen.

"Right then." Alex said when all was finished, "Let's go and have a look at this garage then!"

It was a much better idea than the front garden so I was actually smiling as I lead the smaller boy through into the garage and pointed towards the huge pile of boxes that ran right down one side and all the way along the back wall.

"Wow that's a lot of stuff." He admitted, "What are you meant to do with it?"

I told him that Mum had the plan worked out for months, if not years, and we were to go through every box checking for anything that was broken which could be thrown away. Anything else then had to be sorted into piles of what it was, household, nick-knacks, clothing and so on before we took it to charity shops, or whatever. So far though, all Mum had actually done was get the bag labelled ready to take the stuff.

"Sounds like a plan." Agreed Alex, before telling me to get started on doing just that.

I looked at him to see if he was joking but, of course, he wasn't so, I picked up the first box from the pile, opened it and started sorting through the mixed up junk it contained. Then I did the same to another box and so on.

Most of the stuff was complete rubbish, and the junk pile grew faster than all of the others, but every so often I'd hit a pile of clothes that would need to be refolded before they were piled up before whatever section they best suited be that 'kitchen', 'bathroom' or clothes. The odd thing was that the clothes weren't all the things Gran would have worn, but then seemed to span her entire life, and that of Granddad – who'd died before I was born – as well as my dad and his sister from when they were kids.

"Hey, you know what?" Alex suddenly said, coming over to where I was folding up a pair of bright yellow shorts that I couldn't believe my dad would have ever worn as a boy. "I think we should keep some of this stuff."

"Why?" I asked, "Holding up the thin nylon shorts, with their high elasticated waistband, with none too subtle blue stars across the seat. At least I think it was seat, as there was no obvious indication as to which way around the shorts were meant to be worn, as there was no fly on the things.

Alex grinned as he said, "For you, of course."

"Me?" I replied in shock.

"Of course, they're clothes for little boys, and you're a little boy, plus they seem to be about your size don't they?"

Absentmindedly I dropped the yellow shorts to hold them across the front of the cub scout shorts I was currently wearing and, sure enough, they did seem to be around the same size.

"There's underpants here too," Alex pointed out, picking out some seriously old fashioned briefs, that were also in bright colours. "IN fact I bet we could get you loads of stuff to wear."

"But… but!" I stuttered.

"No arguments. Remember, Just keep going and I'll pick you out some great stuff as we're going. Carry on."

I went back to work after that trying not to notice the things that Alex was putting aside for me, whilst at the same time wondering just when I was going to wear all the things he was picking out for me. Surely he couldn't expect me to go outside, and be seen in anything so old fashioned, could he?

For the next hour or so I worked away and gradually the boxes went down to expose the furniture that lay behind them, including something that caught Alex's eye. The cage that Gran had used to keep her dog in.

"Hey look at this." Alex said, excitedly pulling the cage out from the pile and putting it in the middle of the floor.

The cage was about waist high on me, with a bottom that had been padded for the dog to sleep on. The walls and roof were made from small, steel coloured metal bars. A door was built into it at one end, swinging on hinges and could be latched closed with a metal pin going through the eye hole.

"Hey, how long before your parents get home." Alex said, with a edge to his voice that I didn't quite like the sound of.

"Four or five hours!" I replied after being shown Alex's watch.

"Great that's enough time."

"For what?" I asked

"To lock you in the cage."

"But!"

"Don't worry I won't do anything horrible to you. Just lock you up, like the bad boy you are. You've got a padlock don't you?"

"Yeah, upstairs, but…"

"Great." He said interrupting me, before I could complain anymore. "Here's what we'll do. You can go in the cage for four hours, and when that time is up I'll let you out and you can finish clearing up down here."

"What if I need to go…"

"Go where?" He asked, and I looked down, blushing.

"Oh you mean pee right. Well…." He thought for a moment, "Okay, I've got it. If you need to go then I'll let you out and take you, but only once so make sure that you really need to go before you ask, okay?"

I nodded, not sure what else to say and he sent me off to get the padlock.

When I returned, Alex took the lock, and key from me, and handed me a small slip of black cloth. "But this on."

I took what turned out to be an old style Speedo swimming suit, and asked why I couldn't just wear my uniform.

"Because it isn't right," came the reply, "Plus I don't know if you've hidden another key, do I and, anyway, if you go to prison then you wear prison clothes don't you."

I went back to my room to change, and this time when I returned, Alex had opened the door to the cage and was playing with the padlock, checking that the key worked and things like that. "Go on, Get inside," he said.

Dropping to my hands and knees on the cold concrete flood of the garage, I crawled forward into the cage, thankful that the floor was padded as it was a lot more comfortable under me. However I soon had other things on my mind as no sooner had me feet gone inside than I hear a faint squeak as the door was closed, followed by a sound of metal on metal, and then a click as the padlock was shut tight.

"Okay, try to open it from in there." Alex told me, and although we both knew it was pointless I turned around, and rattled the door with my hands. Naturally it wouldn't budge. I was locked in.

"Good. I'm going to watch some TV but I'll be back to check on you from time to time. See you later."

Alex left the garage then, closing the door behind him. He even locked it which was rather pointless seeing as I wasn't going to be going anywhere anyway.

Pulling myself around I found I could sit up in the cage, and, if I moved right to one end, I could even stretch my legs all the way out. I couldn't lie down, of course, but I could sort of curl up, and, as the cage was square I could do this in any part of it.

Slowly though it hit me that I'd actually allowed a boy three years younger than myself to lock me in a cage. How the hell had that happened? Certainly no other boy of my age would have done such a thing. Would they?

After about an hour Alex returned and asked if I needed to pee, which I found I did.

"Okay, sit with your back against the bars, so I can put a collar on you."

"What collar?"

"Something I found. Go on do it."

I watched as he pulled out a leather collar attached to a long chain from his pocket, and once I was sitting where he wanted me, he put his thin arms through the bars and put it around my neck from behind, buckling it firmly, but not too tightly around my neck. Then though, I heard another metal click as he locked it in place with a small padlock. One of my padlocks.

Instantly my hands went up and felt the collar which clearly couldn't go over my head and which, now locked, I would be unable to remove. The chain was firmly attached to it too, and much stronger than it looked.

"You've got some cool stuff upstairs don't you Garret," Alex laughed, and instantly I knew that the padlock was one of my own.

"Okay, now put your hands behind your back."

I turned to ask why but when I saw he was holding a set of handcuffs, there really was no point, so I just did as I was told and he snapped them on me.

Finally the cage door was unlocked and opened but it was hard for me to come back out as my hands were now locked behind my back, so I had to walk on my knees with my head low so I wouldn't bang it. I then needed Alex's help to get to my feet, which he did, all the time keeping the end the chain attached to my collar in his hand.

Slowly Alex led me, like that, with my hands chained behind me, and dressed only in skimpy Speedo, by a leash through my own house and up into the bathroom, where he had another surprise for me to over come the problem of how I was going to pee with my hands behind my back.

Taking a second padlock from his pocket, Alex looped the end of the leash around the towel rail and locked it there. Only then did he undo the handcuffs, from one of my wrists so I could pull down the front of the Speedo and pee into the toilet bowl. All the while he stood just behind me watching.

When I'd done everything that I had to do, Alex led me back down to the garage where once more I crawled into the cage. Only he made no effort to remove either the collar, and leash or the handcuffs. Instead, he locked the leash to one of the bars of the cage so that I would have to keep my head to the same side of the cage at all times so what Alex did next made no real difference other than to make sure I wouldn't be moving at all

With me sitting with my back against the cage wall, Alex reached in, threaded a padlock through the chain between my handcuffs, and then locked them around the bar of the cage.

"Stretch your legs out." He told me, and I did, which allowed him to produce the pair of leg irons I'd bought with the money I'd won in the contest and lock them around my ankles, making sure, of course that the chain, connecting them went on the outside of the bars.

"Right one more thing?" He said, and when I opened my mouth to ask what that was, he pushed a rubber ball inside.

The ball was attached to two straps which he quickly buckled behind my head. This was a proper ball gag that I'd also bought and which now filled my mouth completely so that I couldn't make the slightest sound.

"Seems you like your cage." He joked, and I could see he was looking at the front of the Speedo where the stretchy cloth did nothing at all to hide my erection that rose up the front like a little tent. It was probably the most embarrassed I'd ever been and it was about to get worse, as Alex then he took out his camera and took a number of pictures of my locked and chained up in the cage. No doubt, making sure to get my erection in every shot he could. Then he left me again.

What I didn't know was that, all the while I was locked up in the garage, Alex wasn't watching TV but he was making use of everything he noted last time. Armed with a memory stick, he had spent the first part of my imprisonment, backing up all my more secret files, so that he would have a full copy of all the text files – fact and fictions, photos, videos and all the threads I had been involved in on the self bondage forums I visited.

When that was done, he set about making some changes to the settings on my machine knowing that I wasn't anywhere near as technically minded as him, and would never check, or even notice that my web cam was now always on – even if I didn't switch it on – and that everything it captured would be routed, to a secure location from where he would be able to retrieve it at a later date.

That wasn't all he did though, firing up my browser he made a bee line for my browser, and went straight for the sites where I had bought the ball gag and the leg irons. These stores, sold more than bondage gear though as they had a full range of sex toys, from vibrators, through to butt plugs, as well as spanking stuff, and 'special' clothing.

Slowly, and carefully, Alex worked his way through the list, clicking on those he had in mind, and then went to the check out, where – just to prove how lacking my on line security really was – my payment details automatically filled themselves in from the cookie stored on my machine.

After paying for the toys, with my money, Alex even went for the express delivery option even though that would cost me more but then, it wasn't his money was it.

***

With his shopping and spying finally finished, Alex just had about enough time to let me free from the cage before my parents came home. Yet, even though he allowed me out, and removed the handcuffs, he made me keep the ball gag and collar on, right up until the minute he left the house.

At that point I was dying for a wank, but didn't have the time as no sooner had Alex left than my parent's car drew up so I had to go scampering to get some clothes on – big boy clothes naturally – before they saw me, in the tented, and slightly damp old style Speedo. Still they were more than a little impressed that I'd cut the grass and made a start on the garage so, for once, I got all my pocket money plus a bit more, which, I would seen need to pay bills I didn't even know I had.

Chapter Six

Despite the extra payments I'd made, without knowing it, the parcel from the sex shop didn't arrive until the middle of next week and came, unsurprisingly, as a total surprise to me as did the gift message on it that I wasn't to open it until I said thanks to the person at the end of an internet address. Thinking this was one of my long last aunts and uncles, I logged on that evening but didn't get the reply I was expecting.

"Good it came then!" came the text reply that was, seconds later joined by a web cam programme seemingly opening itself on my screen. A web cam that showed the familiar face in an unfamiliar surroundings.

"I've got my own computer now!" Alex Santos typed, out, impressively without once looking away from the camera he'd trained on himself, and without mentioning that his parents were unaware of the built in web cam the machine had. And just like he'd expected, it never occurred to me, just how my web cam had come on, by itself.

"Go on then. Open the box!" he then said, while I was still wondering what the hell was going on.

I did and, have to say, that despite all the things I'd read about, and even seen, during my time on the next I was still more than a little shocked when I saw the sex toys that the box continued.

"That one is a butt plug!" Alex explained as I held each item up to the screen so he could see it. "That's a dildo, with a suction cup on the bottom so it will stick to things when you use it."

I gulped a little at that, especially when I realised that at some six inches in length the business end of the dildo was both longer and thicker than my own erection that was, right then, started to uncurl itself inside my 'big boy' boxer shorts.

For the next few minutes we continued to go through the various items, and describe them to him, and then got me to check them off the list of things. Naturally while I was doing this, he had his recorder programme running which he didn't tell me about until he told me to lick the butt plug.

"No way!" I refused and then he told me.

Reluctantly, I lifted the black cone of rubber up to my face, and tentatively stuck out my tongue, and ran it across the end. Naturally it tasted of rubber, but wasn't all that bad.

"That's it." Alex typed back, after no doubt checking his recorder was getting a good shot. "Go on lick it some more. Like it was a lollipop."

This I did too and, it wasn't all that bad. Really. At least not as bad as I thought it would have been and, anyway, it wasn't like I was a real prick or anything.

"Put the end in your mouth." I was told. "Make it real wet."

I kept my eyes on my computer screen so I could read the words he was typing, which, of course also mean that I was looking directly into the eye of the web cam that was recording me sucking on the sex toy.

"Put it right in. As much as you can."

"Get it real wet so you can stuff it up your bum!"

"What?" I said out loud, or I would have had I not had the sex toy in my mouth at the time.

"Stuff it up your bum, go on."

"No," I said clearly this time, removing the plug from my mouth so I could look at it's dimensions. "It won't fit."

"Course it will. That's what it's for." He teased me with his words, but before he could say anything else, the conversation was cut short when he heard his mum coming upstairs and he logged off.

***

That night, I thought about what he'd tried to get me to do but not with the revulsion that I probably should have. Instead, the final things that Alex had said continued to go around my head. The plug was designed to go up someone's bum, so clearly it could, but how? The thing looked enormous. Perhaps, I wondered, they started with something smaller. But what?

Looking around my room, I saw long handled thin screw driver which had a smooth, if slightly tapered handle that looked, not dissimilar from the sex toys only smaller.

Knowing from both what Alex had said, and from what I'd read, that it would need lubricating, I got some soap from the bathroom and then, after blocking my bedroom door, took off my clothes and set about trying to put something up my bum for the first time.

On my knees on my bed, I aimed the soaped handle at my bum and was pleasantly surprised when around an inch or so, of it slid into my rear relatively easily.

Things got a little tougher however as the handle started to thicken up, and I felt the first resistance, but there was nothing to actually stop me from continuing to push the item slowly, inside.

It felt tight and none to comfortable, at least to begin with, but gradually my body seemed to accept having something pushed up my arse.

Then, when it had accepted it being there, I started to move it in and out, and body really liked that until, suddenly gave inside me, and the entire thing went all the way in, at once.

My body shuddered, and my prick got about as erect as it could get and drops of liquid appeared at the tip, as it pointed upwards, towards my face, as if demanding the hand that was soon wrapping around it.

It took just a few jerks of my wrist, with simultaneous motions of the screwdriver in my rear, to send me into an orgasm that had me collapsing on the bed, as I shot my load out onto my mattress.

There I lay, on my side, for some time, revelling in the sensations that I'd just had, and, all the while, my web cam continued to film my panting, sweaty body, with the metal blade of the screwdriver poking out from between my buttocks.

Chapter Seven

"Nice to see that you are waiting for me, like a good little boy," Alex Santos said when he breezed into my room. It was now over a month since I'd made that fatal mistake with my web cam and things hadn't got any better. In fact they'd got worse, which is why I was sitting in my room dressed in the full cub scout uniform, waiting for the little brother of my best friend to come around and do, whatever it was, he had in mind. Whatever that was going to be, after the previous week's events, I knew it was going to be something special.

"We've got what, five hours before you parents get home, so we'd best get cracking, as I've got something I want to show you, but first you'll have to get comfortable."

"What?" I stammered, not sure I'd caught any of that, "What do you want me to do?"

"First thing you can do is get yourself ready!"

Honestly I had no idea what that meant, as I thought I was already ready, given the humiliating, and no longer, secret uniform I was wearing. So I just stood there with my hands at my sides, the tips of my fingers fiddling nervously with the hem of my shorts, and the top of my thighs.

"Well?" Alex suddenly turned from where he'd been doing something to my computer. "Strip!"

I wondered for an instant if he was serious, but then he was always serious, so with my fingers continuing to tremble, I slowly peeled off the cub scout uniform, starting with the cap – which I'd never been comfortable with – followed by the kerchief and woggle. The jumper then came up over my head. My polished 'best' shoes, I toed off. Socks and garters came down together. Then, when everything else was done, and just in case Alex wanted to stop me, finally off came the shorts and the little boy briefs I wore beneath them until I ended up totally naked, in my own bedroom, in front of a boy three years younger than me, with just my hands to cover up my embarrassment.

"Hands behind your head, Squirt." Alex said without turning around. The use of my new nickname, making me feel even more naked than I was.

Closing my eyes, as if that would make me less visible, I took a deep breath and concentrated on not thinking about what was happening, but, of course, it didn't work. I felt totally humiliated, than ever before, and I just knew that Alex would be looking him over, and would, naturally notice my erection.

"Good, you're ready." Alex finally said, after what seemed like an age to me, "Go get the slatted chair and bring it here, will you."

I did as I was told, grabbing the chair and hurrying back to where Alex was waiting to position it, in the middle of my room, facing towards the computer, directly opposite the door. From the looks of it I was going to get another spanking, even though the redness had only just gone from the one I'd had the previous week from my best friend. Or former best friend. I wasn't too sure anymore, as Justin had been avoiding me since.

Once the chair was in place, Alex, ignored it and instead turned his attention to the small bag he'd bought with him, and from which he removed a new but familiar item. "You know what this is don't you Squirt?"

I did, but not because I'd seen one in person before, but I had come across them on some of the web site's I'd visited, including the one from where I'd bought my handcuffs. Clearly from the cone shape, with the bulbous part near the flat, suction cup base, it was a butt plug, but, not only was it larger than the one I'd previously seen but it also had a wire coming out of the bottom, to which a small control box was attached. I didn't even want to thing what that was for. Alex told me anyway.

"It's a vibrating butt plug." Alex said, taking out some oil which he tipped over the top, "I got it with the money Justin gave me last time."

I nodded, having been a major part of Alex's plan to blackmail his brother in a similar way to how the preteen was blackmailing me. Still I hadn't been away that the purchase of even more sex toys had been part of the plan, and wasn't all that keen on the way Alex was carefully positioning the suction cup on the bottom of the butt plug on the seat near the back of the chair. Clearly he wasn't intending to be sitting down any time soon which meant… Finished he turned to me. "Come on then. Sit it on."

I knew there was no point in complaining, so like a man condemned, I walked over to the chair.

Soon I discovered that straddling the chair was the only way to line myself up with the butt plug, as it was so close to the back of the chair that my bottom couldn't reach it from the front. As it was, my back had to be pressed tight to the back of the chair, in order to slide my rear down far enough so I could start to impale myself.

"There's a good boy Squirt!" Alex laughed whenever I winced as the plug forced its way into me.

I moaned again when my sphincter encountered the widest part of the plug which just didn't seem to want to go in. So I paused in order to let my hole relax. Unfortunately, Alex took this as a sign if was quitting.

Now standing behind me, suddenly I felt Alex's small hands on my shoulders, and then, before I could do or say anything, he'd stepped up onto the rear bar of the chair, placing his full weight on my shoulders, and pushing down with all his might.

I was taken completely by surprise. The boy's weight, slender as it was, from above, forced me right down onto the seat of the chair, and onto the plug. One moment the plug had been slightly stretching my hole, and then it had slammed right the way into me, and locked itself into place. Naturally, I vocalized my discomfort.

"Oh shit!"

Alex waiting for me to stop moving about, or trying to move about, in order to get used to the intrusion that was now locked in my bum. The thing was, I couldn't actually move all that much as the suction cup holding the plug to the chair, didn't have the slightest bit of give it in so that prevented me from going from side to side. The plug also prevented me from going forwards on the chair, while the back of the chair lived up to its name. I couldn't go down, for obvious reasons, and the last thing I wanted to do was go up, so that's where I stayed.

"Now let's make you comfortable." Alex said holding up several lengths of rope.

The first thing Alex had me do was raise my arms up above my head so he could thread the longest of the ropes around under the seat back and over my lap. This was then tied off, before a second loop went around me, this time at the top of the seat back, where it could go around my chest, making sure that I couldn't move forward from the seat back although, what Alex did next would have done that anyway.

Taking my arms he pulled them back behind me, but rather than going around the sides of the chair back, he made sure that my arms went back over the top of it. This meant that I had little choice but to strain against the ropes that already held my stomach and chest, as my back was bent slightly. Alex, turning my arms so that my fingers faced away from each other. Then he tied my wrists together, followed by my elbows and then my upper arms were bound to the top of the chair.

Turning his attention to my legs, Alex lifted my feet from the floor so he could tie my ankles to the back of the rungs on either side of the chair. He then finished up by tying my knees to the front of the chair, which not only left me totally immobilized, but also ensure that, due to the way my legs were now spread around the chair, my groin was totally exposed.

A wicked smile crossed Alex's face as he made a small loop in a thinner section of cord, which he then reached down between my legs and was able to lasso my nuts in. as I gasped.

I continued to gasp as my nuts were pulled out towards the front of the chair, where they were to remain as the cord that bound them was fastened to the very front of the seat.

"Smile!" Alex said, which made me look up from where my nuts were being stretched right into the lenses of the digital camera, the momentarily blinded me with its flash, as once more my humiliation was captured to Alex memory card.

"these look great." He smiled as he looked back over the pictures he'd taken. "You can even see the way your little willy is wetting itself in excitement of what's happening. But I've forgotten something."

Alex fumbled in the pocket of his trousers for a moment before he came up with a small, adjustable strap that, like the butt plug I recognised despite never having seen one in person before. "You know what this is, don't you, and what it's for."

"A cock ring." I mumbled, knowing only too well that it would ensure I would be kept hard but, at the same time, would be unable to come, once it was on. Which it soon was. Tight.

"Right then. Once more thing to do. Open wide!"

From the words I knew what was coming and sure enough, as soon as my mouth was open Alex was stuffing something inside. This would later turn out to be the little boy briefs I'd been wearing when he came in which explained why they tasted so familiar. Not that I got to think all that much about it at the start for soon Alex was ripping open the end of a roll of duct tape, which he was then winding around my mouth, and the lower half of my face, just to make sure I couldn't make any sound, not that there was anyone to hear me anyway.

"Right then, now you are sitting comfortable," Alex joked, moving away from me, back towards my computer, "We can begin our show. I think you'll enjoy this one."

I couldn't answer, and couldn't move, so just sat there as the eleven year old plugged a memory stick into my PC, and waited for the auto loader to kick in. When it did, he selected the PLAY MOVIE FILE option, switched the display to full screen and then left the room.

With the chair I was bound and plugged into, facing directly at the computer I had little option but to watch as the movie Alex had edited together from footage he had secretly shot the previous week at his house, started to play.

***

The movie opened with a shot of Alex himself standing at one end of the Santos living room, in a clean shirt and pressed trousers, before flicking around to a view from over his head, where, sitting in two chairs facing him were his fifteen year old brother Justin and, me. For once, in one of Alex's films I was wearing normal clothes but I knew that wasn't going to last, as the sound cut in as Alex was explaining the act, Justin and I had been called to witness.

"I have the power to hypnotize you," the small boy said, performing every bit as much for the cameras only he knew were there as his actual audience.

"Yeah right?" Justin scoffed, his large frame filling the chair he was in, while my feet barely reached the floor from mine, even though there was only a few months between us in age. Still this wasn't the time to think about that, as I had my cue to speak.

"What will happen?" I asked.

"I'll put a spell on you, and you will feel like you're asleep only you won't be asleep you'll just loose the power to make decisions, and will do everything you are told." Alex explained, taping the book he'd borrowed from the library which had, apparently taught him this power. Not that anyone was convinced.

"Yeah right!" was repeated from the seat next to mine but I ignored it and stuck to the script.

"What you could tell me or Justin to do anything and we'd do it."

"Yes, you would. You'd have no choice."

Again, Justin laughed just as Alex knew he would, so he sprung his trap. "So who wants to go first!"

"It's rubbish," was Justin verdict, dismissing it out of hand, I though, didn't have that luxury.

"You can try on me." I said.

"Great!" Alex came forward to stand in front of the chair, while his brother just stared at me like I'd lost my mind.

For the next couple of moments, Alex mumbled a load of made up words, and waved his hands around in front of my face until at the end he produced me hypnotized.

"Yeah right," Justin said on cue, "Prove it."

"What's your name?" Alex asked me, and I told him just as if I was hypnotized.

Justin still wasn't convinced: "Everyone knows that. That don't prove nothing."

"DO you have any other names?" I was asked, and here I paused before answering as there was another name I'd been called, by my family, as a nickname, but which I was sure no one knew, and which I would love to keep secret from my best mate. On the other hand, what I didn't know was if Alex already knew it, and, if I lied about it, would he use that as an excuse later on. No, there was nothing for it, I had to tell the truth.

"Squirt!"

"Shit!" Justin nearly choked on the laugh that rushed up from his stomach and burst from him with such a sound that I actually jumped, before remembering that I wasn't meant to have any control over what I was doing. Not that Justin noticed as he was having way too much trouble keeping himself in line which, he eventually did. "Hey, Alex, what else can you make him do?" he asked.

"Anything" the smaller brother shrugged.

"Like what?"

"You know, all the usual stuff! Barking like a dog, behaving like a chicken, that sort of thing."

Justin thought for a moment – rather a long moment, as he wasn't all that bright, but then you didn't need to be to be a sportsman did you – then nodded leaving it up to his brother to keep things going.

"Of course, if we did that then, he could still be pretending to by hypnotized."

"Yeah, that's right." Justin caught on, "we need something that he wouldn't normally do." He turned to look at me and started laughing again. "Squirt. I'm going to have to remember that, really I am! It makes him sounds like such a little kid."

"That's it!" Alex suddenly blurted out, catching full hold of the lifeline his brother had unknowingly thrown him. "We could make him behave like a little kid."

Justin stopped laughing but his smile remained. He was hooked. "Yeah great one. What do we have to do?"

"Well first, I think.." pausing, Alex consulted his book for a few seconds, not that anything about what he was doing was written there, "That's it, first we have to make him look like what he's going to pretend to be."

"How do we do that?"

"Let me see. Ah, yes here it is." Alex put the book face down on the table so Justin couldn't see what he hadn't been reading, and came back over to me, where he mumbled some more nonsense, and waved his hands around some more.

The moment Alex had finished I got up from the chair and headed out of the room, and went upstairs to where I knew something would be waiting for me as did Alex. Justin of course, had no idea, so as I was leaving I could hear him asking, and then, as I reached the top of the stairs, and was about to turn into Alex's room, I heard him excitedly yell, "No fucking way!"

Somehow Alex was able to keep Justin from following me, so he got the full shock of what I'd changed into when I finally came back down into the living room a few minutes later, fully decked out as a little cub scout with short shorts, that pulled at my bum, and made it look so much more rounded than it ever did in my normal clothes. Not to mention the slight bulge at the front, and the long pale lengths of my thighs that seemed to shine between the top of my gartered socks and the shorts. Then there was the cap pulled tight on my un-gelled hair, that caused me ears to stick right out just as my wrists did from the too small sleeves of the green jumper and my stomach would do if I raised my arms up.

"Shit!" Justin said again, for about the tenth time as he looked over my new look and I tried to remember not to show just how humiliated I felt.

"He looks like a little kid. Hell, he even look loads younger than you, Alex." Justin said confirming what I already knew. What he didn't say but which all three of us knew, was just how 'cute' I looked, and that just about made everything all the worse.

"So what do you want to do with him now?" Justin asked, his brother while all the time looking at me.

"Anything you want?"

"Like what?"

"Anything," Alex shrugged, almost nonchalantly, "You could start by asking his name."

"His name? But we know his name."

Alex sighed, "Just do it!"

For a moment Justin stared at his brother, then shrugged his shoulders, and, turning back to me, did as had been suggest. "What's your name?"

"I'm Garret Stevens." I said, in what I hoped sounded like a small boy's voice. Then I left a pause so Justin could give Alex another of his looks before I added, "By my mates at cubs call me Squirt, because I'm so small."

As predicted, Justin laughed so hard, at that he actually had to stand up from his chair, before he fell off it. However, he soon had himself back enough to continue his line of questioning. "Aren't you a bit old to still be in cubs?"

"I'm only nine, nearly ten."

"Really!" Justin just about managed to stifle his laughter this time, but in doing so he left a gap long enough for Alex to get things moving again.

"Hey, Squirt," the younger brother addressed me, "Why don't you tell us what you and your little mates gut up to in cubs."

Directing my answer at Justin I told them some totally made up stuff, about how I'd earned all the badges that decorated my cub jumper, hoping that they sounded at least close to what the badges were actually for but having no idea if they did, or not. That though, was only the pre-amble, to totally convince my peer that I truly thought I was a little cub scout, and once it was done, it was then time for Alex to ask the first of the more leading questions in order for us to get to the part of the evening he really wanted to record.

"You sound like a really good boy Squirt." Alex said, adding a wink so I'd know it was time.

"Sometimes I'm naughty!" I said.

"Really, how so?"

I dropped my voice to a little whisper like little kids do when they're about to admit something, "At our last cub meeting some of the bigger boys tie me up really tight, to see if I could get free but I couldn't."

"That sounds like they were being naughty rather than you, Squirt!"

"Yeah, I guess, but, they only did it because I asked them to."

"What!" Justin suddenly broke into the conversation, "You asked someone to tie you up."

"Yes!" I said, blushing at just how true that was.

"Why?"

The blush got deeper as I admitted something else: "Because it's fun."

"But if you enjoy it," Alex asked, "Then how is it being naughty?"

"Because it's a naughty thing to do." I stated, using little boy logic at its finest.

"Yeah naughty!" Justin laughed, "very naughty."

"Were you punished for being naughty, Squirt?" Alex continued to follow the script.

My head dropped and I shuffled my feet on the carpet, as I admitted that I hadn't.

"What would happen if you had been?"

"I'd be punished."

"But isn't it part of the cub code of honour to be honest at all times?"

"Yes!" My head hung even further in shame, if it could, in reply to Alex's continued questioning.

"So don't you think you should admit to it."

"Oh no, I couldn't do that, my mummy would stop me going to cubs, and I love going to cubs."

"So what are you going to do then?"

"Well," I shuffled nervously – for real this time – from one foot to the other, "Maybe you could punish me."

At that Justin's ears pricked up, "You what?"

"You could punish me." I repeated, "You're both big boys, you could punish me."

"And just how would we do that then?" the teenager demanded to know.

Suddenly I looked Justin straight in the face, and said, the line I'd been both dreading and excited about all evening, "You could spank my bum."

"WHAT?" exploded Justin.

"Spank me." I repeated, "Naughty little boys get their bottoms spanked."

"You can't be serious." Justin got up from his chair, "This is too weird. I'm out of here."

Alex got between his brother and the door in seconds, "Wait Justin, you can't go."

"Why not?"

Launching into a long, and very technical – but made up – explanation, Alex told his brother how, once a subject had been hypnotized, then everyone who'd been involved had to stay involved until the end, or else things could go wrong and the spell would never be broken, and then Justin would have to explain to their, and my, parents why I was stuck thinking I was nine years old instead of fourteen. It didn't look like it was working until, Alex added that as the oldest, Justin, of course, would get most of the blame.

"Oh crap!" the broad shoulders beneath the black t-shirt shrugged and reluctantly Justin returned to the chair he'd been sitting on. "Okay what do I do?"

"Just sit there," Alex suggested and right on cue, the moment Justin was sat in the chair with his legs out in front of him, I walked over, and without warning bent myself right over his lap.

"Shit!" Justin moaned as my body weight came to rest on his thighs. His hand instinctively came to rest on the seat of my cub shorts which, naturally were now, tightly hugging my bottom, and making it into a great target.

"You can start spanking me now." I said, my voice a little shaky from both the situation and the fact I was now, mostly upside down.

Alex stepped to one side, to ensure the hidden cameras would have a perfect shot of Justin's large teenage hand, raising up into the air and then coming down right on the centre of my bottom.

Smack!

I gave a little jerk at the impact, but otherwise didn't move, so with Alex nodding encouragement, Justin did it again.

Smack!

I was ready this time and didn't move, pretending like the blow was nothing at all, even though my bottom already had some warmth in it.

Smack!

My eyes closed as I concentrated on the plan, forcing my body to remain both still and limp, as if such things were an every day event for me.

Smack!

Justin, meanwhile, was slowly getting into what he was doing. The fact I was fighting back, encouraging him on.

Smack! Smack!

My bum tingled, but I remained apparently unmoved.

Smack! Smack!

Unfortunately, after a short time, my apparently lack of reaction, started to wind Justin up, and after a few more blows he stopped.

Smack! Smack!

"Are you okay Garret?" he asked, only to be corrected by his little brother.

"His name's 'Squirt' now, remember?"

"Oh yeah, so how are you doing Squirt?"

"I am okay. You can keep spanking me." I replied, so he did.

Whilst he'd been talking Justin's hand had remained on my bottom, but the moment I'd spoken, it was lifted and coming back down again with added vigour.

SMACK! SMACK!

The slaps came both harder and faster now.

SMACK! SMACK!

The hot warmth they created, spreading from my rear to the rest of my body, making it more difficult to keep still.

SMACK! SMACK!

Soon, I couldn't help but wiggle, which Justin soon took care off.

SMACK! SMACK!

Justin's other arm, the one that wasn't spanking me, wrapped itself around my waist, holding me still as he continued.

SMACK! SMACK!

A few little sounds, started to come out of my mouth that, as yet, weren't going to be picked up by the secret cameras, but I knew they were there all the same.

SMACK! SMACK!

The burning fire in my bottom, grew steadily as did the excitement it generated. And not just in me either.

SMACK! SMACK!

Unfortunately, the stirring Justin was feeling in his boxer shorts, made him stop spanking me for a second time so it was up to me to make sure he kept on going, which I did the only way I could think off by asking for it.

"Can you spank me some more please."

"More?" he asked, clearly surprised, but then he shrugged, "Well if that's what you want?"

"And can you do it properly this time?" I asked, hoping to sound cheeky.

"Properly? How's that?"

"Well," I said, "when little boys get spanked at cubs, we get spanked on our bare bums."

"On you bum?" he repeated this time, clearly a touch surprised.

"Yes, you should take my shorts down and spank my bare bum." I repeated, pushing myself up from his lap to stand in front of him.

"But…" Justin was clearly confused so he turned to his little brother for guidance. Not surprisingly, Alex thought it was a good idea to do whatever I thought was the right thing to do, so for the first time, by best friend found himself taking my trousers down.

His breathing now nearly as quick as my own from both his recent exertion, and the situation of what he was about to do, Justin reached out, and his big fingers, made short work of the catch on the front of my shorts, and slipped down the zip. I then had to wriggle my hips a bit so the tight cloth would slide down my legs but before too long Justin found himself staring at the sight of my long legs, and loins encased in the skimpy little briefs, which did little to hide the bulge of my groin.

My hands hung by my sides as I did my best to control my own breathing, and appear totally calm as I accepted being stripped by another boy, yet I couldn't help but shiver as Justin's fingers poked into my sides as he took hold of the waistband of my briefs and peeled them down.

For a moment I stood there, naked below the waist, and Justin stared, at my groin where, no doubt he had expected to see the same pubic hair he'd noted whenever our class had changed for sports at school, only now, of course, it wasn't there anymore and its absence, only added to the apparent decrease in age I had under gone in the past few hours.

"Right then, little boy," Justin snapped himself out of his trance, "Get back over my lap for some bare bum spanking."

I didn't speak but did as I was asked, finding that I actually loved the feeling of being laid out over a larger boy's lap, helpless against whatever they were going to do to me. Justin being bigger, if not actually older than me, making me feel even more like a little boy, than the clothing did. The clothing I really wasn't wearing so much off any more as Justin was certainly noticing.

Looking down at my bare bum, nestled across his lap, Justin could see the definite pinkish glow from his early spanking through my shorts, and wondered just how red, my rear would get before he'd finished. There was only one way to find out.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Justin wasted no time in getting down to business this time.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

"Uh, ah, um!" I moaned repeatedly as my bottom was spanked time and time again.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Naturally I felt the blows a lot more without my shorts, so the pain was greater but then so was the wonderful warm feeling that seemed to go directly from my rear to my front, where my erection started to return.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Still, as the spanking went on, my legs began to react on their own, thrashing around, as if that could alleviate the endless stinging.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

However despite all that was going on, there was something else I could feel this time as well. Justin's erection.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

As the spanking forced my body to jerk back and forth across Justin's lap, his erection, came to first press and then rub itself along my side, yet, so far, Justin hadn't seemed to notice.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

All Justin could see was my bum cheeks as they jiggled each time his hand landed on their soft, yet warm surface.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Already, my bum was going a deep scarlet red, and that added with my low moans, was starting to excite him more than he ever realised.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

However, as before, when he did final realise what was going on, Justin instantly stopped what he was doing, clearly thinking that I must have had enough and I had, only Alex's plot meant I hadn't.

Slowly I pushed myself up from Justin's lap, so the cameras could have a look at the lump in his jeans caused by his erection, before the urge to rub my sore bum got to much for me. This, of course, exposed my naked front to him, but there was nothing I could do about that, and it wasn't as if Alex didn't already have enough footage of me with an erection already.

"Have you finished spanking me?" I asked.

Justin shifted in his seat, crossing his legs, before he answered, "Yeah, I think so. You're bum's sore, isn't it?"

"Yes, it is." I said honestly before adding, as per the script, "but I can take some more."

"More!" Justin groaned, although not in a too displeased way.

"Yes, but this time perhaps you could do it differently." I suggested.

"Differently? How?"

"At cubs, the master sometimes uses his slipper, or a bat to spank us, cos he says smacking our bums with his hand makes his hand sore."

"Really!" Justin said, then just as Alex had predicted, he took a look at his own palm which was, slightly redder than normal.

"Okay then, we'll do that, then. Oh hang on, I don't wear slippers."

"Dad does." Alex prompted, "They're in the hall. I'll go get one."

A few minutes later Justin had the slipper in his hand, and was making practise motions with it, unaware that this, once more, exposed the lump in his jeans to the camera's eye, lost as he was in the feeling of power that the slipper gave him. "Right then," he eventually said, "get back over my lap."

I did as I was told, careful this time to make sure my now semi-erection could find a soft spot between, Justin's knees, so it wouldn't become trapped as I knew from experience that once this spanking got underway, I wouldn't be able to spare it another thought until it was all over, by which time it could be too late.

Once I was settled Justin wasted no time, lifting the slipper up and forcing it down onto my outstretched bum where it landed with a loud sound that I heard moments before I felt it.

THWACK!

A gasp escaped from my body as a sharp burning sensation, flooded into my body. Yet before I could do all that much about it, the slipper was coming back for a second time.

THWACK!

My body attempted to squirm away from Justin's lap, as the rush of pain rushed through my body, but Justin was already holding me firmly in place

THWACK!

"Ouch!" I yelped out loud for the first time, and that really set Justin off.

THWACK! THWACK!

I squirmed trying to avoid the sole biting into my rear.

THWACK! THWACK!

Tears welled in my eyes, and were then streaming down my face a second later.

THWACK! THWACK!

Yet, while I wasn't enjoying the spanking in the least, Justin clearly was.

THWACK! THWACK!

The way he was holding me, combined with the way I was struggling, ensured that his erection was getting even more a work out than it had when he'd been just using his hand.

THWACK! THWACK!

By the time I was opening crying, Justin was no longer aware I was even there. Instead he was lost in his own world where, just as it frequently did, the motion of his right arm, was directly linked through to his intense pleasure he was getting from his groin.

THWACK! THWA….!

That turned out to be the last blow, for as slipper was just about landing on my defenseless rear, it was Justin who gave the strangest cry, and started shuddering as his orgasm flooded over him, and into his boxer shorts.

Like lightening, Alex leapt into action, pushing me from his brother's lap, so the cameras he'd hidden around the room would be able to catch the full spectacle of the fourteen year old's slowly becoming wetter and wetter as his sperm, started to stain through to the front of his jeans.

***

The video file stopped playing shortly after Justin regained his sense and ran out of the room with his hand covering the wet front of his jeans, leaving me curled up on the floor with my bright red bum, and his little brother, finally bursting into giggles that came close to making him wet himself. Mind you by that stage of the movie he wouldn't have been the only one, as not all of the staining on Justin's jeans was his own. Some was mine. Of course, he would never have thought the person being spanked could orgasm from it, but it was true. I could. Not only that I could come from watching it too, as was proven by the wetness of the erection the cock-ring ensured remained between my bound legs as the plug continued to buzz away inside my hole as I came to realise that I wasn't the only one under the control of a small boy, but that my best mate, the school hero also was. But what did this mean for the future?

The End