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Put Back

Chapter One

Donald Marks had a secret. A big secret that the fourteen year old had every intention of keeping to himself until the day he died, and he probably would have succeeded too had it not been for Seb Butler.

On the outside, Donald was very much a modern boy's boy. He wore the latest clothes, expensive trainers, had shades over his eyes, if he was inside and out, and had even managed to get one of his ears pierce for a gold stud. He was a demon on both the rugby field and the soccer pitch, despite his slightly short stature, so everyone assumed this is how the teenager wanted to look and act, but it wasn't. Not even close.

Like every modern teenager Donald had a computer in his bedroom, and no sooner had he got it than he was searching the web for things that would give him a tickle in the trousers. At first he'd looked at the usual things his schoolmates told him about but then, he branched off, all thanks to a history project.

The irony that Donald's secret grew out of legitimate use of the net, wasn't lost on the teenager these days, but a couple of years earlier it had come to quite a shock for the lad to find himself becoming aroused as he read about the old ways his school operated, especially concerning discipline.

Since that first time, Donald's interest had moved on from simply stories of naughty boys being punish through to a rather specialised sub-genre of the entire spanking scene. He still got erections while thinking about boys getting spanked, caned, slippered, paddled or whatever, but only if they were wearing an old fashioned schoolboy uniform that always included shorts.

Naturally, or so it seem to him anyway, it wasn't long before Donald was imagining himself wearing the shorts but, he didn't think of himself back in the old days but rather in the modern ones, as now Donald was fully into the 'Put Back…' genre. In this a teenager, like Donald, would be punished by being moved to a much lower class and being treated like he was in that class. More often than not, in the literature on this theme, this would involve the teenager being sent back to junior school where he'd have to endure the added humiliation of being ordered around by the pre-teen prefects, who were, in reality, several years younger than they were, but who had complete control over them.

Soon after his fourteenth birthday, Donald no longer had to imagine himself in the shorts, for he'd actually bought a pair. Using the money that had formed most of his presents that year, Donald, told everyone he was going to a rock concert in a nearby town, which indeed he did do, only he went shopping for shorts before then.

Standing in the checkout queue of the old style department store, Donald stared out nervously from behind his mirrored shades, in case he saw anyone he recognised, and didn't relax until the shorts were inside the carrier bag he'd bought from home – rather than the one from store itself – and he was back on more familiar territory of the concert.

Back home that night Donald couldn't wait to try the shorts on, and didn't. A shiver going through his teenage body as he pulled them up to his waist and fastened them closed, and then admiring his boyishly bare knees in the mirror.

From that day on Donald wore his shorts whenever he could get away with it. First around the house, and then out into the back garden. He even wore them sometimes in the front garden as although he was scared of anyone seeing him in them, he also loved the risk of being caught all the same.

Then, as a next stage he started to wear them whenever he took the family dog out. They'd be under his jeans when he first left the house, but, once he was inside the nearby woods, he'd take off the jeans, and leave them somewhere where he could collect them on the way back. And that's probably where things would have stayed, had the Butler family not been invited to his home that day.

Seb was twelve that year, with rather long blond hair, and a winning smile that seemed to automatically get him forgiven for anything he did. And he did a lot, for behind the face of an angel was the mind of a sewer that was only getting dirtier, as his body started on its way into puberty. He'd been in quite a lot of trouble in his previous school which is one of the reasons he, and his family, had moved into the house, a couple of doors down from the Marks'.

Donald was out with the dog, when his mother invited the new people into the house, and being the sort of mother that doesn't totally thinks things through, she saw nothing wrong in letting the cute little neighbour boy, go upstairs on his own, to see if he could find something to do in her son's room, while the adults talked.

Up in Donald's room, Seb totally ignored the box of old toys he was meant to be looking through for a "Welcome to the street" present, and instead, went directly to Donald's computer, where as he soon discovered, the older boy hadn't thought of hiding anything behind passwords.

It took less than half an hour, but in that time all that Donald had once kept secret he now shared with the most devious twelve year old who he hadn't even met yet. That, though, was about to change, in a very dramatic way, very shortly.

Chapter Two

"Are you Donald Marks?" Seb asked when he finally came across the teenager a few days after he'd hacked into his computer.

"Yeah, what about it." Donald snapped back, looking up at the smaller boy from where he'd been laying out on the grass a short distance from the school they both attended.

"I'm Seb Butler, I live in your street."

"Well, bully for you!"

Seb sat down beside the larger boy which clearly wasn't the right thing to do, at least in Donald's eyes, as boys from different years at Queen's Comp just didn't mix, even if they were brothers, which he and Seb weren't. "What do you think you're doing?" he asked, none to politely.

"Sitting!" Seb replied, plainly stating the obvious, before issuing the challenge. "And there's nothing you can do about it, is there?"

Donald couldn't believe what he was hearing. Most of the youths in his own year wouldn't talk to him like that as despite, or perhaps because of, his small stature he'd become rather a good fighter, so there was a lot more at stake than a patch of grass that wasn't even his. This kid, clearly didn't know the lay of the line, and if it fell to him to show the kid what was what, then so be it.

Suddenly Donald sprung up, and flipping himself sideways, was, a moment later, he was straddling Seb's body whilst sitting on his chest and trying to catch his wrists at which point the fight – such as it was – would be over. However things didn't quite go like that for Seb knew a thing or two about fighting himself, and started waving his arms around to prevent capture. Then, when the timing was perfect, he suddenly bucked his hips with all his might, and much to Donald's surprise the older boy found himself flying back onto the grass. A second later, the roles were totally reversed, as Seb jumped up, and, yanking Donald over onto his back, straddled the older boy, trapping his arms beside his head, with his knees.

"What the fuck!" the youth exclaimed, before he started to fight back. Donald squirming and bucking his hips but, Seb was far more practised at this and was able to follow everyone of his movements. Seb riding the older boy's body like a bucking bronco, all the time enjoying the sense of power he was getting from being on top.

After a few minutes, Donald's protests, grew less and less forceful, until the eventually stopped. He lay still, panting, while Seb still held his hands tight to the ground, while the younger boy's face hovered just above his own. "Let me go, before I have to hurt you!" he said.

"Yeah, right!" Seb laughed in his face, "I'll get off when you admit that you lost."

"No, fucking way!"

The struggle started again, and this time Donald was able to dislodge the smaller boy from his chest, but not before Seb managed to get an arm around his neck, in a tight headlock, that he just wouldn't release.

Donald, struggled, pushed and pulled, but just couldn't free his head, which was soon going the colour of an over ripe tomato, as his breathing became harder and harder, until he had no choice but to once more, fall to ground where, he ended up on his back, with Seb sitting on is chest.

"Submit and I'll let you go." The younger boy told him.

"Never!" Donald panted, in defiance, so Seb had little option but to slap him.

"Ouch!" the teenager cried, not that the slap across his face had been all that hard, but more out of surprise that a younger boy would even think of hitting him, let alone actually do it. And yet, Seb had already raised his hand up for another slap.

"Do you give or do you want another?"

His mouth open, ready to say something, Donald changed his mind, and instead looked up and down to see if there was anyone around – there wasn't – so he saw no reason not to admit defeat.

"Good! Put your knees up!"

The request wasn't something Donald had expected to hear so he did as he was told, raising his knees, into what turned out to be a seat back for the younger boy, who leant into them, as if he were relaxing on the beach.

"So Donald, what would your mates think if they saw you'd been beaten by me? Would they laugh at you?"

"I guess." The teenager cringed just at the thought.

"Well in that case, I guess we'd best continue this at my house then," and with that Seb jumped up, "Come on then, be a good little boy and do what you're told."

For a moment Donald just lay there. He had no intention of doing anything other than jumping the little kid and beating his brains out, but that last sentence Seb had said. That was something straight out of one of his fantasies. Literally. It was something that was always said to the teenager who was being 'Put Back', and it had been said to him. That was something he couldn't ignore. So, after once more checking there was no one he knew anywhere around, Donald got up from the grass and followed the younger boy.

Chapter Three

For the first fifteen minutes of his initial visit to the Butler house, everything seemed pretty normal to Donald. The two boys were alone in the house, which suited them both fine, and up until that time, Seb behaved like the perfect little host, totally ignoring everything that had just happened in the park. The younger boy offered his guest a drink, which he then made for him, whilst telling him about the house, and it wasn't long before Donald was doing the same. So the teenager thought nothing odd about being invited up to the bedroom of a boy two years younger than himself, which is why he was so totally unprepared for the resumption of the attack that came his way.

In a very brief second, Donald once more found himself pinned down on his back, with the Seb's somewhat bony knees, pressing hard into his shoulders, and the youngster's face leering at him.

"Get off!" he shouted but Seb just laughed at him.

"Anyone would think you didn't like being held down." He taunted.

"Course, I don't, get off me."

Seb, didn't believe him, of course, but changed the subject. "You're a bit noisy now there's no one to hear you ain't you, boy."

"So what? Just get off me."

"If you keep making noise, then I'll have to gag you."

Suddenly, Donald's body grew very still, and he stared somewhat wide eyed up at the small boy on top of him. "You wouldn't dare!"

"Oh wouldn't I?" Seb laughed, reaching out his hand for a balled up sock which just happened to be on the floor right beside where he'd jumped the older boy, and before Donald realised what was going on, he had that sock stuffed into his mouth.

Naturally, Donald attempted to spit the sock out, but whenever he did Seb was there to keep it in place, and keep his protests down to a drastically muffled squeal. However, with Seb's hands on his face, Donald suddenly found himself able to move, so he did, turning onto his side, in the hopes that would make it easier for him to spit the sock out. Yet, this is exactly what Seb had expected him to do, and within seconds, Donald found himself laying face down on the floor, with the smaller boy know kneeling hard on his shoulder blades, with his arms pulled up behind his back.

Donald wouldn't realise it until it was too late, but Seb hadn't just picked up the sock when he'd come into the room, but also a length of rope which he was now taking from the pocket of his school trousers. This was soon being wrapped around Donald's right wrist, and then his left in a sort of figure eight pattern, before the ends were tied together with a tight square knot.

Feeling his hands tied behind his back Donald kicked with his legs, whilst trying to free his wrists, but it was soon apparent even to him in his state that this wasn't going to happen. Not only was Seb a good fighter and wrestler but he was also rather good with knots, thanks to his somewhat short lived career in the scouts. In fact, the then ten year old, had been 'asked to leave' his pack, for doing pretty much what he was doing now.

A leather belt was the next thing pressed into action. Donald's ankles were crossed over each other, and then the belt was wrapped around them twice, before being buckled tightly rendering the teenager's legs useless, although Seb was far from finished yet.

The second rope, Seb used was swiftly tied around the first one that connected Donald's wrists, and then, with the smaller boy sitting on the teenager's legs, to prevent kicking, to the belt around his ankles. The rope was then shortened, until Donald's ankles started to raise behind his back, and a knot was only tied once his feet were almost within reach of his fingertips, leaving the teenager, very effectively hogtied.

"Try to get out of that?" Seb teased him, beaming a smile that appeared to light up his entire head.

Donald did attempt to escape, but the knots were too good, and yet, as he struggled rolling from side to side, across the carpet, he exposed his true feelings about what was happening, as his erection, pushed out the thin baggy cloth of his trousers in an obvious peek that gave Seb something else to tease him about.

"Hey, you've got a hard on!" The younger boy said, causing the teenager's face to go even redder, and for him to attempt to roll back onto his front. Only he couldn't quite do it, not with his hands and feet bound behind his back like they were. Which left him feeling even more trapped when Seb moved towards him, with the words: "Let's have a look, shall we."

The bound boy tried to move away from his approaching capture but was unable to do either that or to prevent Seb from reaching down and unsnapping the top of his trousers. In the same motion, Seb also ran the zipper down, and opened up the flaps to show what was beneath. Yet, even though Donald had continued to struggle he soon grew still as the smaller boy's hand passed into his trousers, and rubbed the front of his boxer shorts, and through them, his erection, that throbbed to the first touch it had ever had, from another person.

Soon, Donald had started to move again. This time though, he wasn't trying to get away from Seb, but seemingly encourage him on. The teenager's hips bucking, rubbing himself against the hand on his front, while his breath became laboured behind the sock in his mouth.

Then, just as things were about to get to the natural conclusion. Seb stopped, and back away from the bound boy, who was now looking back up at him with a pleading look on his face, that had nothing to do with being released from his bondage, and everything to do, with another sort of release. A release that Seb wasn't about to give him, just yet.

Donald was now Seb's plaything, and the younger boy wasn't finished having fun with him just yet. The youth attempted to roll onto his stomach so that he could get the relief he so desperately needed from the floor, but, of course, Donald wasn't going to allow that. Every time Donald attempted to roll, he was just pushed back down again and his orgasm was denied again.

In totally, Seb bought Donald to the edge, only to back down again, four times, before he finally mis timed things, and Donald got what he so desperately wanted.

By the time Seb saw the first of the tell tale signs of the approaching orgasm that fifth time, it was already too late. Donald's entire body tensed up, and his eyes rolled back in his head, as the most intense feelings flooded through him, and then out of him, into his boxer shorts.

It was another half an hour before a rather shame faced Donald came downstairs to find Seb waiting in the living room. In that time, the older boy had managed to not only pull himself together, but also to have cleaned himself enough, and redress himself so that he could – he hoped – appear as if nothing had happened, even if he did have slight rope burns around his wrists.

"You got free then?" Seb joked without even looking up from what he was doing.

"Yeah!" replied Donald, making his way towards the door, however, just as he got there, he found Seb appearing in front of his face one more time, with his arm across the threshold.

"You've been a bad little boy." The youngster said.

"What? Me? But you…. You… did…. You know?" Donald protested, nodding his head up towards the bedroom but Seb wasn't impressed.

"But you're the one that made the mess, which I hope you've cleaned up by the way?"

Donald blushed, nodding.

"Well that's something I guess, as I wouldn't want my mum asking what had happened, would you?"

"NO!" The teenager snapped.

"Well, that's all well and good but you'll still need to be punished for what you did!"

"What 'I' did?" protested Donald, before he fully realised what Seb had said, "What do you mean punished?"

"Just what I said. Punished. You did wrong, so you need to be punished. That's how things work, isn't it?" Seb explained, adding his trump card after a suitable pause so it wouldn't go unnoticed, "It's either that or I'll have to tell my mum, who is bound to tell your mum. Your choice!"

The answer to that one was instant. "You can't tell my mum."

"In that case, someone else will have to punish you, and seeing that I'm the only one here, I guess that I'll have to do it."

"What? How?"

"Simple, the same way I would be," Seb lied, and not for the first time, "With a slippering."

The word stunned Donald for two reasons. The first being that he didn't think anyone under the age of fifty, other than himself, even knew what a slippering was, and secondly that the younger blonder boy was clearly serious about what he was proposing. Still, it also occurred to him, that he still had his own trump card to play. "If you tell, your mum will know what you did, you know, to me."

Seb just smiled at him, "Sure, you could tell her, but who do you think she would believe, her own cute little son, or the local hard-nut teenager?"

The answer to that was as obvious as it was plain, both the boys knew it and now they knew the other knew, any chance of Donald had of preventing the slippering went totally out of the window in one fell swoop. Not that he gave up, just yet. "Come on, there must be something else?" he pleaded.

"Well there's two choices," Seb said, "either you take the slippering from me, or, everyone finds out, that you got beaten up by a little kid, who then tied you up, and that you got turned on by it so much that you shot your load all over my carpet. Those are the choices, so which is it to be?"

Finally it dawned on Donald that he didn't have a choice at all, and probably never did have.

"Right then, you'll find my dad's slipper under the stairs, go and get it." Seb ordered.

Donald trotted off obediently, still not sure he could believe everything that was happening to him, and yet, deep down inside, there was a slight tingle of excitement that he was actually going to get his bum spanked by another boy, just like he'd thought about all this time, even since he was Seb's age, in fact.

"That's the one," Seb smiled even broader when Donald handed him the large rubber soled indoor shoe.

Donald didn't know what to do now, so he asked: "Now what?"

"Now I sit on this chair," Seb indicated the hard back wooden chair, that he'd pulled out from the dinning table, "while you strip off and get over my knees for your slippering."

"Strip! What naked?" the teenager spluttered.

"Exactly. That's how spankings are done in this house." Seb lied.

"Can't I just take my trousers off?"

"Nope. It's all or nothing." Seb told him, adding, "After all, it's not like I haven't seen you naked already."

This wasn't completely true, but it did remind Donald about what had happened before and as that was something he didn't want to think about, anything was better than dwelling on it. Even stripping off in front of a younger boy. So, he kicked off his shoes, and pulled his school shirt over his head in one motion.

Next he unfastened his trousers and pushed them down, before stalling for time, by pulling his socks off one by one after which he was left standing there in just his boxer shorts, at which point he paused.

"Hurry up, unless you still want to be naked when my parents come home." Seb pointed out,

"They're coming home," Donald panicked.

"Not just yet, they aren't, but if you don't get a move on they'll soon be here to see just how much you are enjoying this."

Donald had felt his penis twitching the first time the slippering had been mentioned, and it had continued to do so, when he'd picked up the slipper. Now, as he stood with his hands in the waistband of his sole remaining item of clothing, he was starting to expand either further. Not that he was going to get any sympathy from Seb, of course.

"For the last time," the younger boy told him sternly, "Drop your pants and get ready for your slippering."

There was nothing for it. Donald was beaten. He was already reduced to his boxers whist pleading with a boy two years younger than himself not to spank his bare bum. What else had he got to loose. So he just pushed down his boxers, and stepped out of them, before looking up, as proud as he could, completely naked, in front of the kid he'd only just met.

"About time too," was the only comment Seb made, "Right get over my lap for your slippering."

Shaking his head a little in disbelief, Donald moved around, and started to lean over the younger boy's lap. Seb taking hold of Donald's waist with one hand, while the other raised the slipper up, above the teenager's rear.

WHACK! WHACK!

It was the first time Seb had spanked anyone, or even been involved in any similar sort of activity, but as he soon proved it wasn't all that hard to do.

WHACK! WHACK!

With each blow, Donald felt his bottom on fire.

WHACK! WHACK!

The breath was driven from his body.

WHACK! WHACK!

His feet lifted from the floor, in protest but all that did was tip him even more over Seb's lap, and make his bottom and even more prime target.

WHACK! WHACK!

The tears came quickly, as did the cries. "Ow!" "Ouch!"

WHACK! WHACK!

"Please no more."

WHACK! WHACK!

Seb didn't stop, He just took another line from the stories on Donald's hard drive, and told the teenager to take his spanking "like a big boy."

WHACK! WHACK!

Donald started to wriggle, as the soreness increased but even that didn't stop what was happening to him.

WHACK! WHACK!

"Please it hurts."

WHACK! WHACK!

"It's meant to hurt!" he was told, not unexpectedly.

WHACK! WHACK!

Despite sniveling and sobbing, Donald was trying to take his first ever spanking as well as he could. He just wasn't doing very well.

WHACK! WHACK!

But he couldn't keep it up forever…

WHACK! WHACK!

….and eventually, he had no choice but to break down, and beg for the spanking to stop.

WHACK! WHACK!

"What are you Donny?" Seb asked, but Donald didn't understand. "You're a naughty little boy. Say it?"

"I'm a naughty little boy," the teenager snivelled, not without relief, as he was finally allowed to stand up, naked and broken.

"And you deserved to have your bare bum slippered didn't you?"

"Yes, yes, I did." Donald sniffed, all the while avoiding the stare of the younger boy. "So what do you say now?"

"I….." the teen stammered, but then remembered something that seemed to fit from his private research, "Thank you for spanking me."

Seb suppressed a smile, barely, and instead, told the naked youth to go and stand in the corner with his hands on his head until he was told differently. Which is just what happened, Donald, still naked, with a bright red, sore bottom, facing the corner while Seb turned on the TV and watched as if nothing out of the usual had happened, although, of course, it had, and neither of the boys would be the same again.

Chapter Four

"Shit!" Donald moaned to himself as he slowly roused himself from sleep to look over at the clock, "Damn!"

It was already gone nine am, which wasn't all that late for the fourteen year old to sleep in for, but this day he had promised to do go to the shops for his mum, and if he didn't get it done soon, then the fresh bread she liked would already be sold out.

Reaching down in the bed, his can felt his buttocks, and the soft tingling that still remained there from the spanking he'd received from his young neighbour a few days earlier. Donald still couldn't believe that this had happened, but there was the proof, on the his flesh still, even after this time. His bottom still pinker than the rest of his body, and a long way from the white it had been before Seb Butler and seen to it.

Eventually Donald climbed out of bed, and stretched his teenage body, before somewhat reluctantly putting it inside a pair of jeans, t shirt and trainers. He would have liked to wear something a little more 'entertaining' but there just wasn't time.

An hour later and Donald was heading back home when the one thing he'd been avoiding all week happened. He bumped into Seb.

"Hey wait up Donny!" the smaller boy said, using a version of the teenager's name that no one else had ever done twice. Donald though, choice to ignore it for obvious reasons.

"My mum's got something for your mum, can you pick it up?" Seb asked, from his driveway which seemed a reasonable question and one way that Donald might get back in his mum's good books, for the lack of fresh bread. So he agreed.

"Cool! It's in the garage." The smaller boy said, turning towards the up and over door which he raised a little way up, "It's on the workbench at the back."

Donald, avoiding making eye contact slipped into the darkened garage and started to make his way to the back, guided only by the light coming in a single window set high in the wall on one side. However, no sooner than he was inside, then Seb was behind him, grabbing his right hand, before snapping a set of handcuffs onto the wrist. Then, as Donald was still reeling from that, Seb, spun the older boy around, grabbed his other arm, and snapped the left wrist into the other side of the handcuffs.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Donald finally managed to complain, struggling as hard as he could which, it soon turned out wasn't all that much at all. But Seb wasn't finished yet.

With a swift kick to the back of the older boy's legs, Seb dropped Donald down onto his knees which hit the concrete floor hard, knocking the breath from his body, making it a lot easier than he'd thought it would be to wrap a bandana over the teenager's eyes and tie it behind his head.

"Got you now!" the preteen laughed, as with another shove to the teenager's back, he pushed Donald down flat on the floor, where he sat hard on his back and, just as he had the last time they'd met, collected both Donald's feet in the crock of one arm, while he tied them together with the other. Then, finally, he bent the legs up, and tied them off to his handcuffed hands completing the hogtie.

"Stop it!" Donald cried,

"No chance. You're mine." Seb laughed turning heading towards the garage door which he started to pull down as he left. "You just wait there and I'll be back in a minute or twenty."

The door was closed with a bang that Donald couldn't ignore as he was left in the garage tightly hogtied but struggling on the floor. He couldn't see anything, as the bandana had been folded several times before being tied tightly over his eyes, and none of the thin light that was now available could make it through. His wrists meanwhile hurt slightly from the metal of the handcuffs biting into them, although this was eased by the sweat being generated by his body, as he expanded all his energy in vein, just as Seb knew he would.

Re-entering the house via the front door Seb crept slowly around to the side, where the door into the garage had been left purposely ajar, so he could look in on his prisoner which Donald knowing what was going on, which, of course, was the entire point. Waiting until the teenager had used up so much of his energy that he no longer called out for help, and had stopped struggling. Only then did he enter the garage.

"My you're making a lot of noise, and to think I've ordered us a pizza as well."

"A pizza?" Donald questioned, his voice a little horse.

"Of course, Mum always leaves me money for my lunch and lets me order in, as long as I share it with anyone I have around the house. Of course, I can't have you annoying the pizza guy with all the noise you've been making."

"But…" Donald rattled his handcuffs but Seb ignored him.

"So I guess I'm going to have to gag you."

"No please don't, I'll be quiet." Donald pleaded. "Just untie me and we can forget this ever happened."

"Well, we could, but we won't, now open up."

Instantly Donald clamped his mouth shut and turned his head the other way, at which point Seb once more landed on his back and took a grip of his hair and yanked. In the other hand Seb held a small light blue rubber ball he picked up at the local pet store. It was new, and smelt a bit but was perfect for what he wanted it for.

"Open up!" he sneered, pulling the hair a little bit more, until Donald let out a little yelp at which point Seb pushed the ball between his lips and pushed it all the way in until it slotted behind Donald's teeth. The smaller boy holding his hand across Donald's lips as he finally released the grip on his hair, but only so he could use another bandana across Donald's lower face, holding the ball in place.

"There' that's better." Seb got off from his captive's back, "If you did what you were told then things would go a lot easier. "

The teenager tried to say something but the ball complete cut off all of the words he was trying to use, and he slumped down on the floor once more, defeated. There was, after all, little he could do now, he was gagged as well as tied up and blindfolded. He would just have to wait to see what the younger boy had in store.

Trapped in the garage Donald never heard the pizza being delivered but he did start to smell it, and it wasn't long that, despite the position he found himself in, he started to feel hungry as only a teenage boy can. So it was with more relief that he expected when he heard the garage door into the house open once more, and footstep approached.

"Time for lunch." Seb said simply, "and this is how we're going to do it. I'll untie your feet, so you can walk into the kitchen, got it?"

Donald nodded his understanding.

It took a while as the knots had been tied in haste and the teenager's struggles had tighten them slightly, so in the end Seb had to free them with his teeth. However, before he did that, he paused to remove Donald's trainers – "We don't want you to 'accidentally' kick me do we!" he said in a mocking voice – and toss them into a corner of the garage where the blind boy would never find them. Then, when that was done, he had to help the large boy up onto his feet, and hold him there for a few seconds so he could get his balance.

Donald was then guided from the garage in front of his capture, with Seb holding the chain connecting his wrists, as he was marched to a position in front of a wooden chair, into which he was told to sit.

Once seated, Seb told him to push himself right to the back of the chair, and then, pick his feet up and hold them up on either side of the seat. Not that Donald had to hold them like that for long, as Seb soon knotted some rope around each ankle and then tied them off to the back of the seat, so the were both pulled well clear of the floor.

"I'm going to remove the gag so you can eat, but if you shout, I'll put it right back, and you won't get any din-dins, got it?" Once more Donald nodded, his hunger having got the better of his thoughts of escape.

It took a moment for Seb to work the ball out of his captive's mouth but then he wasn't sure what to do with it, but in the end he had the greatest idea and gave it to Donald to hold. "Try not to drop it," he told the older boy, "Or else anything it lands in will go in your mouth."

"Right now I'm going to feed you, as I don't trust you to use your hands yet, so open up and chew!"

This is what they did. The twelve year old feeding the bound and blind teenager, while, at the same time telling him how things were changing, just in case Donald hadn't noticed.

"I'm in charge now." Seb said, "You do what I say, and that's all you do. Got it."

"But…" Donald protested at once point but with another slice of rapidly cooling pizza stuffed in his mouth, he couldn't say anything else.

"No buts. You do what I tell you. End of."

Donald didn't say anything, just chewed and then swallowed which was an answer in its own way.

"Right, that's lunch out the way, and now lets get you all cleaned up shall we?"

Donald was untied from the chair, and once more led off further into the house, or so he thought to start with until he stepped through a door and suddenly he found himself outside at which point he started to struggle for the first time in ages.

"Don't worry no one can see you, but if you don't stop moving then I'm going to have to do something about it. Understand."

Slowly Donald forced himself to stay still and as a reward the blindfold was removed from his face so at long last he could see. Well, not straight away as the sun light was caused his eyes to screw up until they could adjust from the darkness that he had previously been in.

When, eventually Donald could see around him he saw that he'd been bought to a place where a small rubber child's paddling pool had been placed beneath an over hanging tree and laying next to it were soap, shampoo and a couple of clean towels.

"Right let's get you out of those clothes shall we."

Donald was about to complain about that, until he remembered the rubber ball that was back in his mouth, but then he saw the handcuff key Seb was holding and decided to wait to see if he was released. He only got half his wish though.

Before Seb released his prisoner, he used a second pair of handcuffs to lock one of Donald's wrists to the tree. Only then did he release the hands from each other, and allow Donald to pull of his t-shirt. Or half of it, before he changed the hands around, locking the first, and now naked, wrist up high to the tree above the teenager's head, and off to one side.

"Hurry up!" he ordered, when Donald paused to lookup at his hand now raised above his head. "Come on, or do you need encouragement still!"

Seb's hand curled around the teenager's body to deliver a short but sharp blow to his jean clad rear

SLAP!

The older boy's body, jerked forward, against the chain holding him, but it did the job, Donald wriggling his way out of his shirt in quick time to stand naked from the waist up.

"Now your jeans." Seb ordered, raising his hand up to show what would happen if he wasn't obeyed.

The teenager taking another look around the very sheltered and over grown garden before given a slight shrug of his shoulders, and unsnapping his baggy jeans, which instantly slipped down to his feet.

"Step out of them, and kick them aside." He was told, so that's what he did. Leaving him wearing nothing but his boxers.

"Take those off too."

Donald paused for too long and paid the price.

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

The hand landing on the back of his boxers three times, hard enough to make him gasp into his rubber ball but it did the job and he was soon pushing his boxers down to his ankles where, without being asked, he stepped out of them and kicked them over towards where his jeans where now abandoned beside a bush.

For a moment Seb just stood there, staring openly at the naked body of his neighbour, before he handed over the soap and said: "Right now give yourself a wash, and yes, you can only use one hand, and don't miss anything either."

His right hand chained up to the tree, Donald did his best to wash his naked body, ever thoughtful not only of the dressed younger boy watching him but of the fact he was also naked in a strange garden."

"I'll rinse you off now, but first I'll have to make sure you don't attack me."

The soap was taken from Donald's hand, but then dropped so that Seb could grip the older boy wrists and pull it up in the air – Seb standing on tip toe – where the second set of handcuffs were used to fasten it to the tree just like the other hand was, only four feet [1.2 m] away from it, so that Donald's arms were not only raised but widely spread apart.

A third set of cuffs then appeared from Seb's pocket and these were quickly fastened onto Donald's ankles so that the teenager was stuck making a big 'Y' with his body.

"Oh hang on," Seb then said, picking up a tube of what Donald assumed was liquid soap, "You've missed some bits."

Donald then had to suffer the very strange experience of being washed for the first time since he was a toddler, even if Seb did appear to be concentrating under his arms and on his lower belly, for some reason. The soap, cold and slightly greasy from the tube sprayed directly into these areas where it was left to settle and not rubbed in.

"Right now to get rid off all that nasty stuff."

Putting down the soap, Seb watched as Donald's eyes grew wide, as he picked up the garden hose and turned on a powerful, and very cold get of water which he aimed, directly at the bound and helpless boy.

The icy stream worked its way up and down Donald's from the top of his head where it soaked his hair and the cloth holding the ball in his mouth, down across his shoulders, and up into his arm pits. Then down his torso both front and back, and then over his groin before continuing on down his legs, taking with it every trace of the soap that had been left on him. However, that wasn't all the water took away.

"That's better, now you look more like a little boy," Seb laughed as he turned the water off again.

At first, Donald didn't understand but then, he followed Seb's gaze and saw to his horror that the small pubic bush that he'd been so proud off appeared to have vanished.

"Hair removal cream!" explained Seb holding up the tube so he could read from it, "Says here that you'll be 'hair free for up to a fortnight'!"

Donald, of course, could say nothing but from the way his body blushed beneath the sheer of water he was still wearing, it was clear what he thought about things.

Seb pulled from his pocket a leather dog collar, which he placed around Donald's neck where he buckled it at the back, sealing it with a small padlock. "That stays on all the time. Got it?" he said as if Donald would have any choice in the matter.

The teenager nodded, the humiliation getting to him, looking dejected down at the floor where all he could see was his bare, chained feet, next to Seb's trainers.

"Good, let's go inside now." Seb suggested, although naturally Donald couldn't go anywhere until his hands had been un-cuffed from the tree, only to be cuffed back, in front of his body this time. But at least the ball gag was now removed as were the ankles shackles, so Donald was finally able to walk under his own steam, into the kitchen, and then up the stairs. Naturally as soon as he could Donald played a finger across where he had once had hair but which was now as smooth as it had been three of four years earlier.

Up in the Seb's bedroom, Donald was finally told he could get dressed, however, when he saw what Seb was offering him to wear he wasn't so sure that was a good idea. "I can't wear those!" he protested.

"It's what all little boys wear." Seb explained and he was right. The light blue Y fronts with the white trim, looked just like they belong to a small boy and certainly weren't anything a teenager like Donald would be seen dead in. In fact, Seb himself wouldn't have worn them if his life depended on them, but like all only children, there was a long lost Aunt who always bought him clothes that were years behind his age. Still, given all that had already happened it was a strange thing for the teenager to make a stand on, but that's what Donald did: "I'm not wearing those!" He repeated.

"Yes you will." Seb told him and without another word, he grabbed the older boy's genitals, and gave a shark yank that had Donald forcing to take a step forward. Then, as he himself sat down on the end of the bed, Seb, gave a second yank that once more pulled the teenager forward, only this time, Seb's legs were in the way, so instead of taking a step, Donald found himself falling. Not to the floor, but right over the younger boy's lap.

His hands chained together, reached out for the floor on the other side, of the seated boy, but they didn't make it as Seb's knee raised up to form a natural bridge, for the centre of Donald's body. This raised the teenager's hips up at the perfect angle to present his rear end for the twelve year old's right hand, which was soon slamming down on it. Hard.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Donald struggled for a second against the assault to his bottom but, naturally, it made no difference to what was happening.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

The spanking didn't last long. It didn't have to. Not with Donald's rear still being tender from the two boys first meeting.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!!

Three sets of rapid, sharp spanks later, and tears were already forming in Donald's eyes as his rear caught fire.

"Stand up, Donny!" Seb eventually told him. The teenager's hands instantly trying to reach around to his rear. "Leave that alone, unless you want another spanking."

At the threat Donald complied, instantly, making Seb smile. "Right then, are you going to put on your pants, now, or does your little bum need to be even warmer first?"

"I'll put them on."

"Good. Well, get on with it then."

Donald found the pale blue Y-fronts where they'd been left, and struggling slightly with his hands still chained together, he stepped into them and worked them up to his waist. Something that wasn't all that easy as they pants were rather small for him and seemed to make the ache in his buttocks even worse once they were in place.

"Don't you look sweet, Donny!" Seb laughed.

"My name's Donald!" the teenager said, barely looking up from the floor.

"Correction," Snapped Seb, "You're name was Donald, but now its Donny, got it?"

For a second it looked like Donald was about to argue but, he thought better off it, and just nodded.

"Good, now you can go home, before my mum gets here, go on, leave."

"My clothes…"

"Those were big boy clothes so clearly you can't wear them anymore so you'll just have to go home as you are."

"But I can't!" protested Donald for real this time, gesturing up and down, his nearly naked body with his chained hands.

Seb smiled, then nodded. "Tell you what, either you go home in your little boy pants, or you stay here in them and explain to my mum, why you're wearing them. The choice is yours."

Naturally it wasn't much of a choice at all, and, of course, Donald, went for what he hoped would be the safer of the two evils especially as he hadn't even met, Mrs Butler yet.

A small silver key unlocked the cuffs which Seb put in his pocket. "Right off you go then." Seb told the older boy, urging him towards the stairs, the front door, and the outside world that lay beyond them. "And be a good little boy, Donny, or else."

With those words ringing in his highly confused ear, Donald Marks found himself standing on a neighbours doorstep in nothing but a padlocked dog collar and a pair of thin, little boy underpants, that not only clung to him both in front and back but which weren't big enough to cover his entire buttocks, so that clear signs of his recent spanking could be seen around the edges.

Donald, not surprisingly, made it to his safety of his own house in record time.

Chapter Five

Donny Marks mumbled under his breath as the school bus left the gates ahead of him. It was the last day at his exclusive prep school, and he'd been thanking his teachers, like a good little boy should, when he'd first noted the time, and even if he'd ran through the corridors – which he didn't do as it was against the rules – he doubted he would have made it in time. Shrugging his thin shoulders inside the crisp white shirt, and light grey blazer, Donny picked up his satchel, and started to walk home even if this meant he would have to go through the roughest parts of the town.

Walking with his head filled of all the wonderful things he and his chums had got up to at school that day, Donny wasn't really paying as much attention as he should have been so not only didn't he notice the group of long haired little boys who were hanging around by the park gates, but he didn't notice when they started to follow him either.

It wasn't too long before the noise the group was making came to Donny's attention, and instantly the well groomed, short trousered boy, quickened his pace, at which point the gang just run up to him, and surrounded him.

"What you doing posh boy?" asked their leader, a long haired blond boy, by the name of Seb.

"I am going home." Donny replied, only for his carefully spoken works to be themselves mocked.

"Don't you want to spend no time with us then, kid?" asked Seb when the laughing had died down at bit. "That's a bit rude that is, so why don't we teach you a lesson, or two?"

Of course that was the last thing Donny wanted, but he didn't really have much choice one someone had grabbed his arm and twisted it up his back. The crowd around him, pushing and shoving him, from the relative safety of the pavement, into the park where is satchel was rough taken from him and emptied all over the floor.

"What's your name kid?" Seb asked.

Donny told him.

"How old are you?"

"Fourteen!" Donny said, which made all the kids laugh.

"No shit," Seb blurted out, "You don't look loads younger than that in all that posh get up, you know. I mean, you wouldn't catch me dead in shorts, like them you've got on. Nor would none of me mates, ain't that right."

The gang, naturally agreed with everything their boss was saying.

"It's not my fault, we have to wear them at my school." Donny explained.

"Well, tell you what, we can soon fix that."

Donny didn't understand. Or at least he hoped he didn't. "What? What do you mean?"

"Simple, take them off."

"Here? I couldn't."

"No kid, I wasn't saying you should, I was saying that we will. Strip him lads."

Before Donny knew what was going on, his legs were kicked from underneath him, and he fell onto his side, from where Seb quickly rolled him onto his back, so the younger boy could sit heavily on his chest, pinning both his arms and his head down onto the ground. This made it very easy for other members of the gang, to pick off Donny's polish sandals, and then he had the humiliating sensation of having his shorts undone and, his legs lifted up so he could be de-bagged.

"See told you it was easy." Seb laughed, turning around to look at the work that had been done, and also to add a second command, at what he say. "Shit those are little kid's pants you've got on to, so we'll have to take them too."

The gang soon obliged, yanking down the white y-fronts Donny always wore to school, down away from his waist, over his thighs, knees, shins, and then off.

"Take his socks off, and use them to tie his ankles together." Seb ordered and it was soon done just like that even while Donny protested but all that did was get him threatened.

"We're going to strip you posh boy, whether you like it or not." Seb told him while he got off Donny's chest. Not that Donny could go anywhere, as he was soon being manhandled into a sitting position by the smaller boys, who dragged his blazer down his arms. His shirt cuffs were then unbuttoned, while Seb himself loosened the stripped tie from around his neck, and undid the top few buttons. He stopped after three buttons though, the rest being ripped open, with the small round buttons flying everywhere, as the shirt was roughly pulled down his arms and off. Leaving Donny totally naked.

"What we going to do to him now?" several of the gang asked.

Seb though for a moment, but not a very long one. "We'll show him what happens to posh boys who dare to come onto our land."

The gang didn't actually have anything they could use to tie the teenager up with, so they had to use what Donny had bought with him. Donny's own school tie being used. It being placed back around his neck, and then his hands pulled up across his chest so two loose ends of the tie could be bound around the crossed over wrists.

"There, now he ain't going anywhere." Seb finally got off his victim. "Stand him up so he can see what we think of his posh boy clothes."

Hauled to his feet Donny could only watch which his prized uniform was hurled up into the highest trees where he would never be able to reach them.

"Right then." Seb announced when all the clothes were well beyond reach, "Now we'll teach the posh boy a real lesson, the only way he knows how, with a spanking."

"You can't!" protested Donny but already the pre-teen gang were producing items to blister his bum with, as they crowded around him once more, waving the ruler from his satchel, his games ping-pong bat, both his plimsolls, as well as saplings from the nearby trees, and other items.

"Bend over posh boy," Seb told him, and reluctantly, but resided to his fate Donny did as he was told, offering his bare bum for what was clearly going to be a very painful time indeed.

Donald awoke slowly from his dream. "Shit!" he mumbled to himself his hand slipping down under the duvet to ease the throbbing of his morning erection which was the moment he became aware of the shadow that crossed his body which put all such thoughts right out of his mind, and caused his hand to rapidly retreat.

"Mum, You can't come in my room without knocking it's not fair…."

"Oh but I think I can, Donny."

Donald's eyes shot open, and his fears were realised. It wasn't his mum that had barged into his bedroom but his new neighbour. But how?

"Your mum let me in." Seb explained, still looking down at the teenager splayed out in the bed. "Good to see you've still got your collar on!"

Subconsciously, Donald's hand went to the padlock at the back of his neck, "I couldn't take it off, could I?"

"I see." Seb said thoughtfully, "So I guess that means you've…" quick as a flash, the pre-teen whipped away the duvet to expose the Donald's naked body.

"Hey!" Donald protested, making a grab for the covering, but missing by a mile.

"Thought I told you to keep your pants on."

"Mum would have seen them," Donald blushed despite himself.

"I bet you changed out of them as soon as you got home didn't you, Donny?"

Donald didn't say anything which was enough of an answer in itself although, strangely, Seb let it go and changed the subject. "Never mind that now, you go and get your breakfast."

"Breakfast?" Donald was confused.

"Yeah, your mum made it for us before she left, but you weren't up in time. I told her you'd have it when you got up."

"Mum made you breakfast. How long have you bean here?"

Seb reached out, so sharply that Donald flinched, however the younger boy just turned the bedside clock to face him. "An hour!" he said. "Now go and get your breakfast."

Now it was Donald's turn to reach out, only for his hand to be slapped back from the boxer shorts he'd been attempting to grab. "What you do that for?"

"Only big boys where those, Donny. Don't you remember the rules. Anyway, you don't need to put anything on, as its not like I've not seen you naked before is it?"

His blush returning, Donald had to admit that was true but there was something else that was true as well. Something that his neighbour couldn't possibly know. And that was, that under normal circumstances, he wouldn't have got dressed anyway. Not if he knew his parents had gone to work, already, then he'd have gone downstairs naked to get something to eat. In fact he'd been doing that ever since he'd first been left alone in the house a few years earlier. So it wasn't all that alien for him and if nothing else, would mean he could take care of his erection.

It was nearly half an hour later when Donald returned to his bedroom to find Seb waiting for him, standing next to the wooden chair that was usually kept beside Donald's desk, but which was now positioned in the middle of the room. "What's that for?" he asked.

"It's your punishment for not doing as you were told, Donny!" Seb said.

"My punishment?"

"Yes, I told you to wear the pants and you didn't so I'm going to punish you by tying you to this chair."

Donald, looked at the familiar chair and then up at his neighbour. "For how long. How long are you going to tie me up for?"

"Until you've learnt your lesson of course." Seb laughed, but no one else did. Donald just went back to looking at the chair, clearly lost in thought.

The thoughts Donald were having were, as it happened, just the ones Seb was hoping he would have, and had all been laid out on the photos the younger boy had found on the computer that was now silent in the corner.

It had only been a few weeks earlier that Donald had used that chair to make a set of photos from his new digital camera, to go with something he'd read about how a group of younger boys had kidnapped an teenager who'd been bullying them, and humiliated him on the internet. Unfortunately, Donald had heard about the story way to late to be able to find the actual pictures of the other teenager tied to a chair in his underwear, so had decided to make his own so he could pretend that he had been the victim of the kids instead.

The set up was simple. His own desk chair was placed a short way back from his desk, facing his computer. The digital camera was set up slightly to one side, with a good view of the chair, and plugged into the PC so the images taken via the time release system would automatically be both displayed on the monitor, and saved to the PC's hard drive.

A roll of strong parcel tape, had been purchased just for this experiment, and already Donald had tried out a few ways to make his plan work, so he knew, that before he started he had to make sure he could escape, so the first thing he'd done was attach both a small pen knife to the underside of the chair, with the blade open, and, higher up, a small set of scissor hung by a cord.

Stripping down to his boxers, Donald, pulled the thin material up as hard as he could, so that he gave himself a slight wedgie, and then rolled down the top so the boxers appeared to be much smaller than they actually were. This, naturally meant they covered very little, which was, after all the point. Then it was time for the tape.

Sitting on edge of the chair. The teenager started by simply wrapping the tape around his ankles. Then around his upper shins, just beneath his knees, and then around his thighs, so that his legs were stuck together.

Now he pushed himself back into the chair until his entire back was pressed against the support rungs. Now he took up the tape once more, and wrapped it around both his stomach, and the back of the chair so he couldn't slide forward. Doing so again, at the bottom of his rip cage, and then as high as he could, across his chest. Before finishing off by taping his thighs down to the seat of the chair, over the point where they were already taped together.

A short period of struggling followed to make sure he couldn't move in the seat, then, when he was satisfied with that, Donald, picked up a small handkerchief and pushed it into his mouth, where it was soon taped in place. Silencing him.

The final part of the operation was the tricky one. The taping of his own hands. This was done behind his own back, and behind the chair, so naturally he couldn't see what he was doing and had to just go by feel and touch, as his fingertips flicked the roll around first one wrists and then, with the other placed beside it, around them both.

By the time he was done taping himself to the chair, several digital pictures had already been taken, showing the process he had been through – including the smile on his face, prior to the gagging – which clearly wasn't the sort of images Donald wanted so he made sure the next few were more in line with the theme he was trying to create. These would show him apparently struggling against the tape that held him, and looking scared, and frightened over what was happening to him. But they also showed something else to. Something that hadn't been mentioned in the media reports, so Donald didn't know if it was accurate of not, but if it was, then it would really explain the humiliation the teen in question had gone through.

The moment Donald had started applying the tape to his ankles, he had been aware of the hardness inside his boxer shorts. Thankfully, the way he'd tightened the cotton had held his erection down, but, as he'd struggled for the camera, his hardness had moved until it had found the opening. At this point it had made a break for freedom, springing out of the fly slit, to poke straight up from Donald's lap like a flag pole. A flag pole that stood up, red and throbbing against the contrast of the white boxer shorts.

It was every teenage boy's worst nightmare, to be caught somewhere with an obvious erection but for Donald, in his current mindset, it was a god send, for it proved that not only was he enjoying what he was doing to himself, but that he'd probably enjoy it if someone else did it to him, like the young boys from the real life tale.

The series of digital pictures continued in the same way and, Seb had been amazed, when he'd looked through them, at even with the delay between the snaps, it was clear just how much Donald was getting off on being tied up. His prick clearly getting bigger and bigger as he struggled against the parcel tape. The foreskin retracting. The exposed crown quickly becoming moist, and then wet as Donald twisted and turned on the seat.

The climax, when it came, was missed by the camera, but the results weren't. The last few pictures in the set, showing the trail of cum that had shot right up the teenager's chest, and onto his shoulder, where it rested for just the one photo, before it started to trickle back down again. While Donald himself, slouched as much as he could in the chair, his head hanging backwards, covered in sweat, in the aftermath of the almighty orgasm.

"So, you ready for your punishment or not?" Seb asked the still spaced Donald, after enough time for memories had passed.

"Er… what… I'm not sure."

"Tell you what, to make it easier on you bum, I could remember the seat." Offered Seb, as he did just that, lifting up the central section to expose the frame of the chair beneath.

"I don't know!"

"Of course, I could always just spank you again, if you prefer."

"No!" Donald answered at once this time, his hands, automatically going to protect his rear, even though, Seb was nowhere near him.

"Well, in that case come and sit down, so we can get started, as we've got a lot to get through this morning."

Thankfully, from Seb's point of view, Donald didn't think too hard about the last part of his sentence, and instead did as he was told. Perching his rear, somewhat tentatively on the front of the chair frame.

"I think I'll blindfold you this time too." Seb announced, pulling a long, thick scarf from his pocket, and twisting it until it was several folds thick. This he then placed over Donald's eyes, asking Donald to hold it in place, while he tied the loose ends around the back.

"Open wide!" he then instructed, which Donald did without question, as he'd already felt and smelt the familiar rubber ball that was being pressed against his lips and then between them, until it was back behind his teeth were it was fastened in place.

"Hands together behind your back."

Again Donald couldn't see but it wasn't hard to guess what was going on, as a coil of rope was applied to his crossed over wrists, in a fashioned that was clearly better than they'd ever been tied before. Seb working more carefully now that he had more time. The rope wrapped around several times before the excess was wrapped around the gab between them, before being knotted off.

"Okay, sit back as far as you can."

Donald did so, His legs spreading around the front of the chair so that his rear wouldn't fall into the gap left by the missing seat.

"Lean forward and lift your arms up over the back."

This wasn't as easy as it sounded and the end result wasn't all that comfortable either, as it left Donald with his upper body weight pretty much resting on his arm pits as they hung over the back of the chair. Seb tying the remaining rope that had already bound Donald's wrist to a low rung of the chair so his arms were stretched down the back, totally out of the way.

A second rope was wrapped around Donald's waist, which took some of the strain from his arms as it helped support the parts of him that should have, by rights, have been sitting on the seat, especially once his feet were picked up from the floor and themselves tied off.

Seb picking up Donald's left foot and pulling it back to rest against the rung at the side of the chair. A rope wrapped around the ankle, and then tied off to the rung itself so Donald would be unable to put it back on the floor. A shorter length of rope then used to tie Donald's left knee to the very edge of the chair frame, in the corner ensuring that he'd have to keep his legs spread especially once his right leg was tied off in exactly the same way on the side of the chair.

"Now for the fun parts." Seb announced when Donald thought he'd finished but that wasn't the biggest shock for the teenager, as the next thing he knew the younger boy was starting to pinch his nipples.

The teenager had read enough stories on the internet to know what was coming next, and even though he'd experimented at this on his own, he was still a little surprised at the sharpness of the pain that came from his left nipple once the cloths-peg was snapped onto it. Although, by the time Seb had worked his right one up enough to put a peg on that one, the stinging in the left was already subsiding slightly. By the time Seb had finished the next part of his plan. Donald didn't think about his nipples at all.

Unable to see, Donald didn't know what Seb was doing at first. All he knew was that the younger boy was standing very close to him, and leaning over him slightly. What he couldn't see was the loop of stout cord that the younger boy was about to lasso his testicles with. In fact he knew nothing about that – and didn't even suspect it – until the cord was snapped tight around his sac. At which point his entire body stiffened, even though this actually made it easier for Seb to tie the other end of the cord to the front of the chair frame. But Seb wasn't finished yet.

Taking a second piece of the same stout cord that bound Donald's nuts to the chair, Seb, threaded one under the teenager's already bound nuts, and around the base of his semi-stiff penis. This was then tighten enough to ensure that Donald could neither loose his eventual erection, and nor could he come, but that he'd be trapped in a state of total arousal for as long as Seb wanted. Then, just to finish off, Seb pulled the end of the cord up to only thing Donald was actual wearing, his collar. There he tied it off, just a touch too short, so that Donald, had to keep his head slightly bowed, or else he'd pull on his erection, which in turn would pull on his nuts, which he really didn't want to do.

"One more thing." Seb announced as he checked all the knots were secure.

The final surprise took a few minutes to set up, during which time Donald just had to sit there, totally bound, gagged, and in almost total darkness. He was aware of what was going on, only if Seb moved around in front of him, as that blocked out even the small amount of light he could just about make out through his blindfold. That though, didn't happen all that often, as Seb tended to stay behind him, which was rather more frustrating even though it did mean that nothing else was going to happen to his genitals.

Then something brushed across Donald's bottom, and he became all to aware that Seb wasn't just behind him, he seemed to be beneath him as well.

The thing beneath him, moved around at bit and then became still. Right against the entrance to Donald's bottom. Then it started to rise.

It pushed hard against the teenager's anus, and Donald tried to hold out against it but seeing as he couldn't move for fear of hurting his nuts, there wasn't all that much he could do but to cry silently into his ball gag, as the instrument broke through his sphincter muscle.

"Don't be such a baby, Donny," Seb laughed at his discomfort. "It's nowhere near the size of a real prick!"

Suddenly Donald realised what was going inside him. A dildo, or more likely a butt plug, from the way the girth was slowly expanding from the initial thinness to something that was now stretching his anus quite wide open.

Then just as Donald was thinking that he wouldn't be able to take the stretching anymore, the last bit of the plug slipped inside him and stayed there with it's smaller girth holding it in place, just like the plug it was.

"All that tying you up has made me hungry. You don't mind if I help myself to something to eat do you Donny?" Seb didn't wait for the answer that wasn't going to come, and slipped downstairs for the food, leaving Donald right where he was to think about the way he was trapped along with the two knew sensations of having his genitals tied up, not to mention the plug in his arse. Mind you, both boys knew this wasn't the first time Donald had had something stuffed up his bum and nor would it be the last.

Chapter Six

"Who is the little dork?" asked Fabio the moment he walked into his best mate's living room. The twelve year old standing with his arms crossed over his overly large t-shirt, that despite hanging almost to his knees still didn't manage to hid the low slung jeans he wore beneath it. "I thought you said we had the place to ourselves today?"

"We do," Seb Butler confirmed, closing the door behind himself and his visitor, "he's lives in our street and mum says I've got to look after him."

"Bummer!", the new comer said looking the third boy up and down. "What is he wearing?"

"It's his school uniform."

"But it's Saturday!"

"Yeah, I know, guess he likes it so much that he wears it all the time."

"Jeez!" the second twelve year old said, tutting his tongue.

"Yeah, I know but what can I do, if I don't let him stay then my mum will be pissed so we're stuck with him."

Fabio didn't say anything else just stared at the unfamiliar boy who, for his part was doing his best to look everywhere but back at him, as if he had a secret to hide. Which Donald certainly did.

It had seemed like a fun idea when Seb had told him that, after he'd been seated on the butt plug chair, that whenever Donald was alone, or if he was invited around to Seb's house, that he could only wear his school shorts. This was actually the second time he'd done so, but the first time that Seb had invited another boy around and Donald had never felt so uncomfortable in his life. I mean, here he was, in reality fourteen years old, not only hanging out with a couple of boys two years his junior, but he was dressed like he was two years younger than them. And there was nothing he could do about it as his own teenage clothes were back at his own house and he knew there was no way, Seb was going to let him get them, so he'd just have to sit it out and see what happened.

"On the plus side," Seb continued to talk to his friend, "Donny will do anything I tell him."

Fabio's eyes went wide, as he looked from his friend to the little boy, "Really?"

To prove his point, Seb turned to the seated boy and told him to make them some hog dogs, using the frozen sausages and the fresh rolls. Instantly Donny leapt up and did just that, more than a little relieved to be out from the stares of the new boy, into the safety of the next door kitchen.

It was nearly an hour before the three boys were once more back in the living room with nothing to do. In the meantime, Donny had not only made the hot dogs, but also provided drinks, then watched while the other two eat, before he had the 'honour' of clearing up, the mess they made, and loading the dishwasher.

"Let's play cards." Suggested Seb.

"Yeah, let's, but can't you get rid of the little dork?"

"No better not, mum said I couldn't leave him out of our games."

"But, he's just a little kid, he won't be able to do the stuff we do."

"He might surprise you," suddenly, Seb turned to Donald and, out of sight of Fabio, winked at the disguised teenager, "What do you say Donny, are you up for playing with the big boys?"

Suppressing a smile at what he took to be a spirit between himself and his neighbour, Donald, having decided that his voice may give him away, nodded.

"Okay then, same rules as last time then?" Seb went to fetch the cards by which time Fabio had a question for him.

"Hang on, why don't we make it more interesting?"

"I ain't got my pocket money this week, I told you that." Pointed out Seb.

"Yeah, I remember, but I wasn't talking about money as the little dude won't have none neither will he, no I was talking about doing it like they way we did at school camp that time."

"What?" Seb dropped his voice, "strip poker. We can't do it like that with Donny here?"

"We the hell not, he won't tell no one, will you Donny."

Donald shock his head, surprised that Fabio hadn't noticed that he was half a head taller than the apparently older boy.

Fabio turned back to Seb, "See, just tell him the rules and he'll be cool."

"Okay, I guess, well the rules are simple. Once we start to play we can't stop until someone is out of clothes. If you cheat, or give up then you have to strip anyway, so there's no getting out of it. The looser then has to do what the other say. Got it?"

Donald nodded, but Fabio had a slight revision to add of his own. "The looser also gets spanked."

"hey," Seb protested, "that's not in the rules."

"But it can be unless you're worried that I'm going to beat your big round bum till its bright red again."

His head snapping up in surprise, Donald just caught the bright red flush that covered the blond boy's face confirming that these two had obviously played their own spanking games before which, not surprisingly, Donald found more than a little interesting.

It took a few more minutes for the two twelve year olds to work out the revised rules between them but in the end it was settled that seven cards would be dealt to each player. The owner of the lowest hand, then had to remove an item of clothes and hand it to the winner. When someone was eventually naked, they would have to pay to get their clothes back, with ten spanks to their bare bottom, for each item. This meant that if you wear wearing more items of clothes at the start – which was apparently the favoured method of cheating in the past – then you'd get a bigger spanking.

The game started just as soon as Donny had, once more, been pressed into service to provide drinks and, to start with the short trousered teenager did rather well.

By the time the game broke up for a break so the drinks could be refilled from the kitchen and young bladders could be emptied, Donny had managed to retain all of his clothes bar his shoes, while Fabio had lost his shoes, socks, and the ridiculously large t-shirt and was now sitting there bare chested, and showing a good couple of inches of boxer shorts, as his jeans sagged down. Seb, however, was loosing by a long way and was already right the way down to just his underwear, which it turned out were not only bright red, but somewhat tighter than standard boxer shorts which, as was noted, showed off just how round his bum was. Not surprisingly, Fabio had started to tease his friend once more, about how much fun he was going to have, spanking it, and so was Donny, albeit rather more quietly.

When the game restarted however, Donald suddenly found himself in the loosing streak to end all loosing streaks. One minute it seemed he was sitting there fully dressed and the next he was down to his shorts. His socks, shirt and tie all having been discarded one by one. Then he lost the next one too.

"Come on kid, take off your shorts." Fabio said, whilst winking none-too-subtly, at Seb.

Suddenly Donald became aware of two things. One was that this was probably a trap, and secondly, that he now had an erection from thinking about Fabio spanking Seb's bare bum. This, of course, meant the last thing he wanted was to take his shorts off, so he had no option but to quit the game.

"You can't quit, Donny," Seb reminded him.

"Course I can!" Donald snapped, his voice sounding very much like the teenager he was.

"Well, you can, but if you quit then you have to take everything off anyway."

Donald didn't say anything. He was going to, once he was standing up, but he never actually made it all the way to his feet. He only managed to get to his knees before Seb leapt across the floor they'd been sitting on. The younger boy's bare shoulder sticking him in the chest and knocking him down flat with Seb landing solidly on top of him. Fabio was a little slower of the mark, and just watched the show instead.

"Get off me." Donny protested, "I'll tell."

"Tell WHO?" Seb laughed, before turning to his peer, "Hey Fabio, don't just stand there, give us a hand will you."

With Seb sitting on his chest Donald couldn't see what the smallest boy was doing, but he didn't need to as despite all the noise they were making he could still hear the fastening on the front of his shorts give a slight clicking sound as it was opened, and then a zip was running downward.

"Pull his pants down as well?" Seb instructed and Fabio didn't need to be asked twice.

It took a split second for Fabio to push his hands into the waistband of the trapped boy's clothing and to yank them down to his knees, exposing everything Donny had: "Jeez he's got a tiny dick!" the preteen laughed, as he repositioned himself, so he could finally get the shorts and underpants all the way from Donny's feet.

"See that wasn't so bad," Seb told the naked boy beneath him, "But now you have to pay the punishment for cheating."

At this point Seb finally got off Donny, who wasted no time in springing to his feet, covering himself, and backing into what he hoped was a protected position against the far wall. But, it was far from safe.

"You've got to pay the price." Seb told him sternly, "Now you've got to do everything we tell you, right."

With little choice otherwise – and partly because this was the sort of thing he'd always dreamed about – Donny agreed without hesitation. Fabio, however, seemed disappointed.

"Hey, I thought there was going to be some spanking."

"Maybe later." Seb said, "But first wear did you leave your bike?"

"Out front, why?"

"Well you can't leave it there, it'll get nicked. You'll have to move it. Or someone will anyway."

It took a moment for Fabio to catch on, and then he only did so when he saw the terrified face on the naked boy. "Hey the little kid can move it."

Seb turned to him, "Of course, we could always go straight to the spanking if you want Donny?"

Donald shook his head no.

"Good," Seb said, "In that case ride the Fabio's bike around to the back garden."

Donald new the Butler's house was shielded from the road but that didn't stop him from shivering the moment he stepped over the doorstep as along with the risk of being seen naked, it was also rather cold that day. So cold that he could almost feel his testicles shrinking inside their sac. Nonetheless, he walked across the concrete path towards the bike and, kicking back the kickstand, throw a leg over the back, and then gasped as his bare buttocks came into contact with the cold plastic seat. From there it was rather a short ride, down the side of the house and into the garden, where he was able to get off the bike and park it to one side, before heading to the back door. Which was locked. He knocked.

"Go around the front." He was told, so he had to retrace his steps all the way back around the house this time, where is was slightly surprised to find the door was actually open, as he'd half been expecting to have to beg to get back into the house.

"You look cold." Seb laughed when the shivering boy reported back to them. "Does he look cold to you, Fabio."

"Not really." The guest said, "and I know just the way to prove it. Can you get him to bend over the back of the sofa."

Seb raised an eyebrow, "Sure!"

Realising that it was clearly time for a spanking now, Donny did as he was told, scrambling around to the back of the sofa, and leaning over the back. His hands on the cushion where Seb had just been sitting, in order to keep his balance as his legs were now only just touching the ground. His face straight ahead, until Fabio finally returned did he look up to see what was going to happen next.

Standing up straight, hard and covered in ice, was a single frozen hot dog. The same hotdogs that Donny had made for the boys earlier. But what did he want them for.

"This'll get him ready for his spanking." Fabio explained,

Seb laughed, "Great idea, Donny spread them!"

Donny knew there was no point in arguing so he just lifted his hands from the cushion, paused for a moment so he could get his balance, and then placed his palms on each of his buttocks and pulled them apart to expose his hole.

In his other hand Fabio held a jar of mustard and into this he poked the end of the hotdog for a second, before he pressed it against Donny's rear entrance until Donny once more shivered from the cold of the frozen frankfurter. Then, without any further warning he gave it a shove and it disappeared all the way inside Donny.

"Agh!" Donny gasped, and continued to gasp as Fabio's thumb pressed against the tiny bit of hotdog that continued to poke from the boy's hole, until it vanished.

"Oh!" the sound changed, as the core of the ice cold sausage dildo began to hit home. The freezing burn of the item causing him to shiver, which in turned, caused a slight rocking motion over the back of the sofa.

"Put you hands over your hole," Seb told him, "Make sure it don't come out until we say so, or else."

Or else what, Donny was tempted to asked, but as he already knew the answer to that he didn't, and instead, just did as he was told. His hands releasing his buttocks to clamp as best they cold over the newly plugged entrance to his back door.

For some five to ten minutes Donny had little option but to ride out the waves of icy discomfort that came from his rear, as he squirmed and rocked over the back of the sofa. After that, however, he found it slowly moved down to a dull ache that was a lot easier to handle, and he eventually became still.

"Warmed up now, Donny?" Seb asked him.

Donald nodded.

"Good, then it's time for your spanking, but I guess you'd best get rid of the hotdog first. So go and put that in the dustbin. The one outside that is."

Donald had already guessed that was what was meant but that didn't make it any better, especially when it was added that he wasn't allowed to take it out of his bottom until he was outside, and that he had to, once more, go out the front door.

"Wait!" Fabio interrupted, making Donald wait, bouncing up and down with his hand still over his rear hole, while he went back into the kitchen and returned with soap and scouring pad. "Make sure you clean yourself up while you're out there too."

Not knowing if he should nod or shake his head at that, Donald just took the things he was offered, which of course meant he had to take one hand from his rear, and then ran outside at full speed.

Seb and Fabio also ran, but to the window, so they could see their little naked acolyte make it to the dustbin, throw up the lid and then realise it was way to high to do what he was told. Quickly, and with an impressive turn of thought, he managed to find something to stand on, and then with his naked rear pushed back over the edge, crunched up his face, let go with the pork dildo, that landed with a thud in the bottom of the bin.

From there Donny went over to the garden tap and set about washing himself. Not all over but just around his rear, which was no easy feet given that the water was direct from the main supply and a lot colder than he'd been expecting. Then, finally, he was able to come back inside, but only of course, after he run right the way around the front again and into the main door.

"Okay," Seb then announced, "time for your spanking. Fabio do you want to go first."

The guest didn't need to be asked twice, he just reached out, grabbed Donny's gentiles, and pulled down hard, making the older boy instantly bend over with a yelp. Fabio's other arm went under his chest, and with a sudden burst of energy, actually lifted the fourteen year old slightly from his feet, and over the lap of his jeans, until the bare bottom was in the perfect position for the punishment he was about to deal out.

Fabio's hand rested on the offered rear, but was only really big enough to cover one of the cheeks but yet this was enough to give a slight moan from the bent over boy, and then he started.

SMACK!

The young boy's hand landed with a loud sound across Donny's stern with enough force to cause a groan to be heard.

"Mmmm!" Donny mumbled, his buttock clenching tight as the blows started to rain down.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

"Oh! Oh! Oh!" Donny wriggled, holding on tight as the heat began to rise in his rump.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

The slender, hairless legs, began to flinch involuntarily. The moaning and groaning getting louder and louder, as Fabio continued with a steady barrage on the bared backside with all the strength the twelve year old could muster.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

"Aaaagh!" Donald let loose with a loud, full lunged holler. His legs flailing wildly. His bum bounding hard, as he felt as if his bottom was on fire. And yet he made no attempt to get away from the hand that continued to come down on his rear.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Just when Donny really didn't think he could take anymore, Seb appeared to come to his rescue, and told Fabio to stop the spanking. However, Donny's relief didn't last too long, for no sooner was he allowed to climb off Fabio's lap, than he was told to once more bend over the back of the sofa, so Seb could have his turn.

Once Donald was in place, he soon realised that things were going to get a lot worse, not just because he was about to be spanked by someone who was fresh, but that Seb wasn't going to be using his hands as, from somewhere, Seb suddenly produced a small wooden paddle.

SWOT! SWOT! SWOT! SWOT!

For the next five minutes Donny was letting out almost constant shouting, crying and sobbing as the wooden walloping began and continued until his rear was one giant throbbing, bright red, seat of pain.

SWOT! SWOT! SWOT! SWOT!

Seb taking it nice and slow, landing a blow in each side, one after the other while Donny's bum felt like flames were leaping from it.

SWOT! SWOT! SWOT! SWOT!

Each sound of wood on bare flesh, was followed by a squeal from Donny, as the paddle covered all of his rear end.

SWOT! SWOT! SWOT! SWOT!

Finally the paddling drew to and end, and Donny was left over the back of the sofa, crying and blubbering like the little boy Fabio took him for, while his bottom almost lit up the room, being so bright a red that it almost looked like he was wearing Seb's boxer shorts.

Chapter Seven

It was nearly two weeks before Donald again saw Seb, by this time his bottom had almost returned to its normal colour. It was also a lot earlier in the day, so early in fact, that there was no one else about on the street as Donald – or rather Donny – made his way from his own home to the one where Seb was waiting for him. This was just as well, seeing that for the first time in his life, Donny was wearing his school uniform, but with his secret shorts replacing the usual long trousers, not to mention a few choice items that had been left behind from Seb's last visit.

His parents had left early to visit some relatives on the other side of the country, so Donny hadn't need to be quiet as secretive as he otherwise would have had to have been in order to carry out the orders Seb had handed him, the day before at school. And yet he wasn't actually naked, but wearing the jock strap that had been inside the envelope with the note.

Designed for the twelve year old Seb, the white elasticated front struggled to cover the teenager in front, especially with the erection Donny had sprouted the moment he'd pulled the garment on. Now, the entire length of his erection could be clearly seen through the webbing as could the twin nuts that were pulled in tight to its base.

The straps which supported the jock, were pulled even tighter by the erection at the front, so that they bit into Donny's flesh around his waist and between his buttocks, where they were stretched up from between his legs where they were holding something other than his genitals in place.

Once more Donny had a butt plug inside his bottom. Only the small stop end, emerging from his stretched hole, and which the straps from the jock ran across to hold it there.

Slightly thicker than his own finger at the point it emerged from his bum, the now unseen section quickly widened up to over three times that. The insertion of that part having made Donny audible gasp, as it had passed into him, despite the liberal amounts of lubricant he had put onto it, just prior to pushing it in. Yet now, it was inside him, his sphincter muscles had little trouble holding it in place, even if the straps hadn't been there.

Standing in his bedroom, Donny moved cautiously around, as he collected all the items he would need in order to carry out all the instructions he'd been given. Already he'd assembled his school uniform – minus the regular trousers of course – and now he was just working on the other bits and pieces, which had also been in the envelope along with the jock.

Taking up a length of chain, Donny wrapped it around his waist, careful not to get the jock caught in it, and used a small padlock to lock it shut, with one of the padlocks from the envelope fully aware, as he did so, that he didn't have the keys so wouldn't be able to unlock the lock. The handcuffs, Seb had given him, were then locked onto this lock, so they hang down at the base of Donny's spine where they would remain while the teenager got dressed.

The shorts were the first thing that Donny put on, pulling them all the way up to his waist, just below the chain, but he didn't, as yet fasten them, as he would need to tuck his shirt in first, so that's what he put on next.

With the crisp white shirt on, fully buttoned and tucked into the now fastened shorts, Donny put on his school tie, ensuring as he did so that the knot was both neat and small, and that the tails hung down, evenly down the front, so the end of the longest one, just about reached his shorts.

Socks and shoes were the final items of cloths Donny put on. The socks, long and pulled all the way up to just below his knees, where they were folded down once, so the elasticated tops would hold them in place. The shoes, had been polished the night before, and gleamed so brightly that Donny could actually see his face in the toes as he moved over to his mirror.

Picking up a barely used comb, Donny carefully ran it through his hair to form a nice centre parting, which a light amount of gel remaining from the weekdays managed to keep in place even after he'd inserted the ball gag into his mouth and locked it behind his head with another tiny padlock.

Now there was only one more thing for the newly gagged schoolboy to do, and that was to put his hands behind his back, where the handcuffs poked our from between his shirt and shorts. His wrists placed inside the metal as they clicked themselves around him, and then, finally he was totally trapped. It was time to head to Seb's house.

Unlocking the front door, latch with his chin, Donny looked up and down the street before he walked out of the safety of his own home, and into public for the first time, a prep schoolboy, travelling to the house of his prefect, to be punished.

Up at his bedroom window, Seb Butler chucked to himself as he saw the figure approaching. Despite all the threats of blackmail he'd included in the note, he hadn't really believed that the older boy was submit to all the orders quite so easily, and yet, now it was happening he felt the same rush of excitement he'd done when he'd first read about the sorts of things the teenager was into several weeks earlier. Now, finally, he was truly going to get to order the older youth about, once and for all. It was all he could do to stop himself from rushing down and doing something out there on the street. But he didn't as he wanted to make sure the Donald Marks was totally under his control first. Not only trapped in self-imposed bondage, but also, caught in a web he couldn't get out of. So he took his time, waiting until Donny was safely inside the garage before he went downstairs.

The only sound in the double garage was that of the teenager breathing through his nose, and then the footsteps of the younger boy, as he walked towards his willing captive, and looked him up and down.

Donny kept absolutely still, even though his bare knees were trebling slightly as Seb made his entrance.

Despite all that had already passed between them, Donny felt strangely subconscious about his body, like most boys his age, which is why they choose to wear such baggy clothes normally. Of course, since the hair remover had been used, Donny had mode reason than his mates, to try to keep his body private, at school. Now though, he didn't have to keep that secret, or any others, really, as Seb already knew them all, as Donny had confessed to everything while he'd been seated on the butt plug up in his bedroom.

Seb took his time, looking the teenager over, first checking the cuffs were in fact locked, before he relaxed slightly and took in the rest of the uniformed boy. This was the first time he'd seen the effect short trousers could have on another boy, and he found it remarkable just how much younger Donny looked in them. The youths legs were long and slender, so even with his socks pulled up, the more shapely aspects of his thighs became the centre of attention. That is other than the shorts themselves.

Although dressed, Donny's body held no secrets. The shorts were tight enough so that, even if he hadn't been excited, the fact he was older than his clothes suggested was fairly obvious from the heavy lump in the front of the shorts, that was – in Seb's opinion – nearly outshone by the way the tight grey cloth enhanced the natural curvature of the teenager's buttocks.

Even as he walked passed Seb couldn't help running his fingers over the roundness of the older boy's bottom. The touch, was gentle and yet it was enough to make Donny shiver slightly, no doubt at the thought of all the things that were to come. "Keep still." Seb barked, making Donny jump even more.

Seb moved around in front of the teenager, "No one said you could move or enjoy yourself."

The smaller hand shot out to grab a hold of the front of the school shorts and squeezed.

Instantly, Donny went up onto the tips of his toes, as Seb continued to hold onto his groin, savouring the combined feeling of the rock hard prick and the soft, squashy testicles that were both trapped in his hand. A throb from the prick though, soon told him he had to let go.

"I think," he said slowly, "I think its time you had your first spanking don't you?"

The question was rhetorical given that Donny couldn't actually answer, not that he needed to for he watched with wide open eyes as Seb moved a single wooden chair into the middle of the garage and sat on it. A few seconds later and Donny had laid himself once more across Seb's lap and was ready for his spanking.

"Ready?" asked Seb, as he sought to get himself comfortable with the larger boy bent over his knees. Then, when the short trousered rear was in the perfect position, he rose his right hand up, until it could go no higher, and then be bought it down, sharply.

SMACK!

Seb paused, expecting a complaint or struggling, or something, but when there was nothing, he just did it again.

SMACK!

Still there was no reaction so, Seb let the teenager have it.

SMACK! SMACK!

The twelve year old's hand slowly gathered speed until it was not only going up and down, but also moving around slightly, so that all of the short trousered rear was feeling the multiple impacts at one time or another.

SMACK! SMACK!

Working like the pro he was becoming, Seb spanked 'around the clock', until some minutes into the punishment, Donny started to make the first signs that his rear was heating up.

SMACK! SMACK!

At this, the first sign of movement, Seb put his secondary plan into action, his left arm curling across the schoolboy's back, to grab Donny's far arm, and clamp both it and him, into place.

SMACK! SMACK!

Suddenly not only did Donny find himself being spanked, but also held down and spanked, which felt remarkably different. So much so that it increased everything he was feeling by a factor of ten. And not just in his bottom either.

SMACK! SMACK!

The spanking continued, as slow as it was deliberate as since the last time, he'd been in this position Seb had done some research so now knew it wasn't just the speed or hardness of the spanking that counted, but everything else. Too. A long, slow spanking, he'd learnt, often felt worse than the short, sharp, shock sort, that was so often talked about.

SMACK! SMACK!

Donny had no idea about this change of approach, as all he could think about was that the traditional schoolboy shorts didn't offer quite as much protection to his bottom as he would have previously thought.

SMACK! SMACK!

Gradually, Donny's bum had gone from being a little warm, to being hot, and now it was actually starting to sting. Not just from the blows that had just landed but from all those that had gone before. And tears started to well in the corners of his eyes.

SMACK! SMACK!

Seb just kept on going, however. His hand raising and lowering automatically, pounding away at the offered bottom, over and over, until, at long last he got to hear the sounds he had wanted to hear. The unmistakable, though muffled, sobs of a well spanked boy.

SMACK!

The final spank wasn't as hard as those which had gone before it, but being the final blow there was no need for the hand to leave Donny's bum once it had been delivered, so it didn't. Instead it lingered on the rear of the shorts, feeling the heat that came up through the cloth of the little boy's shorts. Eventually though, Seb told Donny to stand up, as the weight of the teenager was making his legs ache.

Slowly Donny obeyed, although with his hands still chained behind his back, he needed some help in order to get up onto his feet, so he could face his punisher once more. His tears leaving small track marks down the front of his face.

"Now, I've got you warmed up, why don't you go over there to that cupboard and see if there is anything you fancy doing next."

Donny hadn't been expecting this instruction so at first was somewhat disappointed, but, once he'd walked over to the bench that soon changed as laid out on the top was a neat little line of spanking implements. A large wooden hairbrush, a short leather strap, even a cane and, of course, that old favourite the ping pong bat. Which was the one Donny eventually went for.

"Good choice," Seb said taking it from the older boy's chained hands. "Get back into position."

A little keener than he probably should have been, Donny climbed back over Seb's lap, automatically adjusting his own body this time so his already sore, bottom would become the ultimate target.

Slowly Seb lowered the bat onto the offered rear, until the blade rested across Donny's rear. The lightly padded surface nearly covering virtually all of the youth's buttocks, telling him that there would be no need to move it about, and that he'd be able to spank in just one the one spot this time, with exactly the same result. So that's what he did.

Thwop!

The first blow was a bit of a test. The bat falling with a little force, onto the seat of the sorts, yet still able to produce a satisfying sound.

THWOP!

The second blow, was for real. The sound louder and the results more spectacular, as Donny's entire body twitched.

THWOP!

The third fell squarely on the same spot, and produced what would have been a gasp from the bound boy, had the ball not been jammed in his mouth.

"Felt that one didn't you." Seb teased, whilst he raised the bat up for another go.

THWOP!

Donny was strangely unprepared and his body bucked at the blow.

"Keep still." Seb warned, as the teenager's legs bucked against the floor, rocking the chair on which they both rested.

THWOP!

This time Donny just couldn't keep still, and nor could Seb, as the chair tipped slightly, before coming back down with a bump. "Okay, that does it." The youngster snapped.

On hearing those words, Donny's entire body tensed, but the sudden upsurge of paddling that he'd expected didn't happen. In fact, nothing happened. The spanking had once more stopped. The pin pong bat dropped to the floor and he was help up onto his feet again.

"Right then, now I've done something for you, you can do something for me."

Once more, Donny didn't understand, but his eyes grew wide as, Seb pointing to his lap, and the teenager saw, for the first time, that he wasn't the only one who's erection was tenting out the front of their trousers.

"It's what the posh little kids do ain't it, when they've been spanked by their perfects." Seb said, rubbing his erection through his jeans, "So now I've spanked you, you have to do it to me, don't you."

Donny said nothing, of course, but didn't look away either, as Seb opened up his fly, and after a small amount of routing around in his boxers pulled out his very hard pricklet. "Like it?" He asked, "Want to lick it?"

Something very mumbled sounded from behind the gag strapped into Donny's mouth causing Seb to offer to take it out, although Donny would have to kneel down first.

His bare knees pressed into the bare concrete of the garage floor as a small key removed the tiny padlock from the back of his head, and the ball gag was worked out of his mouth. His face raising up, to be greeted once more with the younger boy's erection, now just a couple of inches from his nose.

"While you're down there?" laughed Seb, urging Donny's head closer to his groin, by the ears.

Telling himself he had no choice, in the matter, Donny opened his mouth as wide as he could, and as Seb pushed down on the back of his head, took as much of the twelve year old's erection into his mouth as he could. Seb meanwhile, gasped at his first ever blow job took place.

It only lasted a minute or two, but for both boys it was one of the most remarkable things they had ever experienced.

Kneeling on the floor, with his hands still cuffed behind his back, and his face pushed and pulled into the dressed lap, of the seated boy, Donny finally got to live out one of his most intense fantasies, that of being owned and used by a younger boy, while Seb himself was just happy enough to get his pricklet sucked. The sensation of having a pair of lips around his organ, was just the best he could imagine, and that was without the feeling of the tongue that would, occasionally, flick across the end, or down the side of his organ, until it felt like he was about to explode. Which is just what he did, a few seconds later.

The twelve year old came with a shudder that nearly dislodged the teenager from his groin. Nearly, but not quite as Donny was still in place when the final spurt of clear, yet tasty fluid spurted from the throbbing pricklet, right down into his stomach.

"Not bad, for a first time." Seb said when he finally got his breath back "Let's see how you are getting on."

Told to stand up, Donny once more had to be helped to his feet, only this time, Seb's hands remained on him. Well, not so much on him as on his shorts. Unbuttoning and then unzipping them so they fell to the ground around his ankles.

"You liked it then?" the twelve year old, gazing at the somewhat sticky front of the jock strap that was beneath the shorts.

Donny nodded, choosing not to speak even though he was no longer gagged, just in case he lost the wonderful taste of another boy's penis that was currently flooding his mouth.

"Well, let's see how you like the surprise I've got for you. Wait there."

With his feet trapped by his own shorts and his bottom throbbing nicely, Donny didn't really want to risk moving in case he fell over, but he did nearly faint when he saw the what Seb eventually returned carrying. A cane.

"I found it in that junk shop in town. Not sure if it'll work or not. Do you want to try it?"

"Yes!" the handcuffed half dressed boy said without hesitation.

"Okay then, bend over the arm of the sofa, and we'll see what happens."

Donny thought that he probably should have leant over the back of the sofa as he had done for Seb and Fabio, but didn't want to risk spoiling anything by arguing, so did as he was told. His upper body pushed as far forward as he could, so that his bottom once more became the highest part of his body, and the perfect target for the cane that Seb was already swinging around.

"You know this is going to hurt don't you Donald?"

Donny was surprised by the use of his teenage name, and wonder if it was intended as some sort of warning. Not that he cared as this was the ultimate dream he'd ever had. To actually be caned like an old fashioned school boy, so there was nothing that was going to stop it now. He could even feel his willy start to harden against the arm of the sofa, just from thinking about it.

Slowly the tip of the cane slipped across Donny's cheeks, pushing them down, between them, to poke slightly at Donny's hole, and the plug that was imbedded there. Then it moved away, and the caning started.

THWACK!

The cane whipped across Donny's rear, just half way down the pushed up cheeks, causing their owner to let out a loud gasp, but otherwise to stay right where he was.

THWACK!

The second blow, came after a short pause, leaving a line just below the one that had so recently formed across both the cheeks. Donny reacting the same, plus a little bit. His rear wriggling a little but eventually becoming still once more, and ready for the next blow.

THWACK!

This time Donny's knees lifted as the cane bit into his tender tail, and caused a sob to escape into the sofa cushion.

"That's enough for now." Seb said, suddenly putting the cane down, "We can do some more later if you want. How's it feel?"

"Sore!" Donny replied in a gasping voice that said more about the actual pain he was feeling than his words did.

"Hang on, I got some stuff that will make it feel better."

Leaving the older boy crying softly over the arm of the sofa, Seb disappeared for another second, returning a moment later, with a small tube, that he then applied to the very red, bottom, particularly, paying attention to the three broad red stripes that were running directly across it.

"Think I'm going to have to take the plug out. Hold tight."

Seb did as he suggested, pulling out the butt plug which emerged with both a gasp from Donny's mouth and a popping sound from his rear. Only as soon as it was gone, Seb had his finger pushed in its place. The digit vanishing inside Donny's rear right up to the knuckle before Donny's sphincter muscle could clamp around it.

"Wow you're still tight." Exclaimed Seb, his finger remaining embedded in the older boy as, with his other hand, he relieved himself of his jeans and boxer shorts.

Straddling the older, bent over boy's widespread legs, Seb guided his twelve year old erection towards the hole where his finger was still pressed in tight and then, in a quick swap, replaced one with the other.

Seb's erection wasn't all that much bigger than his finger so slid into Donny's rear remarkably easily, but then Donny made no effort at all to stop himself from being deflowered for the very first time. His knees even widening slightly, and his hips arching up to make it easier for Seb to get himself all the way inside.

The two boys became still for a few seconds, but soon neither of them could have stayed that way, even if their lives depended on it.

It started as small shudders but then, as Seb's natural instincts took over, the slender, but lengthening twelve year old organ started to be worked in and out of the respective fourteen year old, recently spanked, paddled and caned bottom.

Again and again. Faster and faster, Seb moved, until his gasps were merging with Donny's, and the pair of them became one, both working towards the self same goal. Orgasm.

The older boy came first, as he was the only one of them that hadn't yet had any direct stimulation, but Seb wasn't all that far behind him, not once he felt the teenager's orgasmic shudders translate into a grip around his erection, that was vice like, and yet silky at the same time.

The joined pair, then seemingly climaxing together, as one being. A second wave of pleasure over taking Donny as he felt, for the first time a rock hard, pricklet throbbing itself to orgasm deep inside his well spanked bottom followed by the weight of the younger, smaller boy, as Seb collapsed across his back.

Seb and Donny remained joined in the post release haze for only a few seconds but in that time the roles that they had only really been playing at up to this time were finally cemented. Their true ages no longer matter for, from that moment onwards, Seb would always be in charge and Donny would always be the youngest, and would be dressed in shorts whenever he could. No one else would know their secret, at least not on purpose although as the years went by Fabio would pretty much work it out, and yet, even he would keep it quiet so he wouldn't loose access to the short trousered 'little boy' who, as he soon discovered, was not only good for a bit of teasing, and spanking, but who could also be humiliated in any number of ways, and then pay back those who abused him with either his mouth or his anus, more often than not, both. Something like that just couldn't be put back…..

The End