Date: Sat, 22 Sep 2018 21:25:39 +0000
From: Master <office435@zoho.com>
Subject: Full Male Service 8

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The following story is one of a series of writings of fantasy. It is
fantasy because do the characters involved, who seem to live in TV advert
happy family land, exist? The world would be a better place if it did!
Surely sexual consensual relationships between adults and children, and
between children, do happen in the real world. However, if discovered, the
price for the individuals, whatever their age, makes their lives not worth
living in today's world. So in theory, don't try to emulate the stories and
the rest goes without saying.

This story is all fiction. All names, locations, and places are made
up. The content of the story is created by the fervent activity of my mind.

Nightmare (FMS08)

Miles struggled to open his eyes as he began to wake from a very deep
slumber that had seemingly overtaken him for a reason he couldn't get his
head round. Gradually, his befuddled brain began to kick back into life and
take in his surroundings. Perhaps his brain could be forgiven because it
didn't recognise them as anywhere it had been before. His body was telling
him he was standing on his feet, but that his arms were
outstretched. Moving his toes told him that he was wearing socks and shoes
and the rest of his body confirmed that he was fully clothed. He wanted to
drop his arms to his sides but they wouldn't; something was holding them in
place.

Forcing his eyes fully open, he was shocked by what they saw. Opposite him
and facing was his best friend Nicholas, just three feet away. He too was
fully clothed in his school uniform; black blazer, blue tie, white shirt,
black trousers, black shoes. Then he saw why he couldn't move his arms as
he looked at his friend's arms. They were outstretched and bound at the
wrists to a horizontal metal pole. The pole was suspended from the ceiling
of a room which was at a guess ten-foot by ten-foot square. The walls and
ceiling of the room were white and the floor black. A single fluorescent
light lit the room.

"Nicholas, Nicholas, wake up" Miles shouted at his friend desperate to get
his attention. His friend didn't respond so it took a couple more shouts to
stir the fourteen-year old.

"Where am I?" finally Nicholas responded.

"I don't know," was the unhelpful answer from Miles.

"How did we get here, why are we tied up, why are we in our school
uniforms?" came the questions from Nicholas.

"I wish I knew, I really do, I'm scared."

"Me too," Nicholas replied, "so we'll just have to stick together and help
each other out."

"We are stuck together because we're tied up in this situation."

Nicholas now fully aware of his situation began to realise the predicament
the two close friends were in.

Just then a door opened and a man entered. Dressed in black overalls and
with a black balaclava on his head his appearance did nothing to reassure
the boys.

"Ah, good to hear you talking, I hope you enjoyed your sleep boys," the man
spoke with a cockney lilt.

Immediately Miles responded, "Why are we here? What do you want from us?
Please don't hurt us!"

The door opened a second time and another two men entered, dressed like the
first, but both carrying professional video camera on their shoulders with
viewfinders to their eyes.

"Ah now that would be more information that my life is worth giving you,"
replied the man. "You are however to be the stars of a show which will make
you famous worldwide."

"Just what sort of a show would that be?" Miles asked fearful of where this
might be leading. He also saw that he was being videoed.

The camera man zoomed in tight on the boy's face taking video of his blue
eyes, then his snub nose, followed by zooming in again on the lips and his
teeth. The man was really enjoying what he was doing, and counted it a
privilege that he was one of two men who would be recording a video that
many a man would pay lots of money for.

The second camera man was doing exactly the same with Nicholas.

"You'll find out soon enough," came the reply ominously, "nobody can hear
you so there is no point in shouting for help. Besides which by shouting
will only make the experience longer for you, so best cooperate!"

Miles looked across at Nicholas then down at his feet, thinking to himself
at least he and Nicholas were able to stand on their feet.

"Let's get started," then said the principal protagonist looking at his
wrist watch, "the world is ready and waiting on the dark web for these two
very special boys to perform."

"What's the Dark Web?" Nicholas asked.

Miles realised then just what was in store for them, but didn't want to
frighten his friend.

"We're going to be made famous against our will by being videoed for that
part of the internet which is underground," Miles explained but without
telling Nicholas what he thought was going to happen to them. After all,
when all this was finished, if they were physically hurt it would be very
obvious and it couldn't be hidden. That would be trouble for these men, or
that's what Miles thought.

"Remember, Nicholas, we're in this together and it's going to be a shared
experience."

"For this live performance, audience, we have Miles and Nicholas. They are
fourteen-year old boys and as you already have seen they are beautiful
examples of boyhood," the man spoke to his hidden audience. Each person
watching had paid the equivalent of £100 to watch the live show, so it
was going to earn the producer's mega bucks.

"As they are tied at the wrists they cannot escape or fight back. To keep
them from making lots of noise because I'm sure they would like to, I will
give them a muscle relaxant that will keep them quiet."

From his coverall pocket, the man produced a syringe which was filled with
a white fluid. Moving in front of Miles, the man held the needless syringe
up to the boy's mouth. Miles tried to kick a foot out but because of the
way he was tied up, he couldn't summon up any force behind the kick. The
man held Miles's chin with his left hand forcing the boy's mouth open, and
at the same time pushed the syringe well into his mouth and squeezed the
fluid in to it. Because the syringe was so far into his mouth, Miles
couldn't but help swallow the fluid, and moments later he felt all his
muscle power disappear, so much so that he couldn't speak. Nicholas watched
what was happening and cried out with as much force as he could "Noooooo!"
It was to no avail, as what happened to his best friend, was done to him
but a minute later. Both boys remained fully conscious and aware of what
was happening.

"Well audience, I'm sure we have something of a predicament here. Obviously
we had to restrain our little beauties but how do we do what we need to do
is the question? The answer is these." The man took out from another of his
pockets a pair of Tuff Cut scissors and held them up to one of the cameras.

"First we remove the school ties."

This time the man went up to Nicholas first and began to undo his blue
school tie. The boy could only watch as he realised just what this
performance, if that is what it could be called, was going to end. Tears
began to form in his eyes and he looked across to Miles for comfort but the
tears only added to the performance. His friend looked back and tried to
communicate by looking deeply into Nicholas's eyes. By doing so he hoped
that by looking into each other's eyes they could be there for each
other. Having being unknotted, the tie was removed from around the boy's
shirt collar and un-ceremonially dropped on the floor. The same was then
done to Miles, whilst all the time the cameras recorded and distributed the
images across the world.

"Next the blazers," said the man.

Being that the boys were strapped to the poles holding them by their
wrists, there was no way the blazers were coming off in any conventional
fashion.

Producing the scissor's, the man stepped up to the side of Miles and
proceeded to cut up first the left arm and across the chest through the
school badge. Then the right arm of the blazer and the other side of the
chest completely destroying it. Now it was Miles's turn to begin to shed
tears as he hated things being destroyed. Now the blazer could be removed
which the man did by pulling it down the boy's back. The same procedure was
then then carried out with Nicholas.

"Don't you think they look cute in their white school shirts, especially
with their top buttons still done up," the protagonist said into the second
of the cameras. "Well, not for much longer for your entertainment."

The man then started to unbutton Nicholas's shirt working from the top
button down.  When all the buttons were undone he pulled the shirt out of
the boy's trousers. This meant he could pull open the shirt revealing the
pale skinned torso and more to the point, his nipples. The cameras zoomed
in from different angles on the bared chest, as the man licked each of the
tiny nipples with the tip of his tongue until they became erect with the
sensation. The online viewers around the world encouraged the man on,
jealous of only being able to watch and not be in the room
themselves. Nicholas tried to make a grunting noise as he suffered the
indignity but nothing came. As with his blazer, the shirt was cut, removed
and abandoned on the floor. Then it was Miles's turn and the actions done
to Nicholas were repeated on him.

The cameras took a moment to zoom in the boy's armpits to show that they
were both hairless; that the boy's bodies were part way through their
pubertal stage of childhood development.

"Next shoes and socks, isn't that obvious, and for those of you who
especially like feet, pay particular attention."

The cameras zoomed in on Mile's black shoes as the man untied the laces,
though it did take a little bit of time as they were double knotted. The
shoes were then removed which left the boy in dark grey socks.

"Isn't that better, Miles, now your feet are free? I really like your grey
socks."

The man then played with Miles's toes through the material of the socks,
before tickling the soles of his feet. Due to the muscle relaxant there was
nothing he could do to resist. Miles thought to himself please, please take
my socks off then perhaps this whole thing can be speeded up with. Maybe
the man read his thoughts because he then lifted each foot in turn and
rolled down the sock on that foot and off. Which then give him the
opportunity to really play with the boy's toes for the those of the
audience with a foot fetish. Moving his forefinger between each toe he
checked the spaces for sock fluffies, all the while being filmed close up.

Nicholas watched and waited for his turn. That day he had chosen to wear
white socks which was against school rules, but great for those watching
worldwide for they made his feet all the sexier. Again, as had happened to
the other boy, the same was done to him.

"Now then, audience, do you think we should stop now? Do you think we have
done enough for you?" asked the man. The two cameras remained on each of
the boys as the man never spoke direct to camera.

"Well, obviously not I guess, you want me to go further?"

The boys listened knowing their fate from the outset. They would be famous,
not because of their personalities and who they were as individual
characters, but because of their bodies.

"So you want me to take their trousers off?" asked the man teasingly, "Well
okay, shall we see what underwear they've got on then?"

Obviously, the unspoken answer from the unseen audience was yes. A least
the trousers didn't have to be cut, they could simply be undone and dropped
to the floor.

Nicholas was first this time and the cameras zoomed in as the man groped
his crotch before the trouser button was slipped through its hole. Then his
zip was pulled down. The camera on the boy's right could now see inside the
trousers and the white material of the boy's pants. With nothing to hold
them up the trousers slipped down the boy's legs to his ankles.

"Mmm, we see white boxer shorts, audience. Do we approve? Of course nothing
like a pure innocent boy to wear white," the man teased his audience again
giving Nicholas's crotch another grope. The one good thing about the muscle
relaxant Nicholas thought is that at least I can't get an erection.

Miles's watched nervously knowing the same was going to happen to him. It
did.

"We have another boy in loose white boxer shorts, would you believe it?"

Nicholas and Miles looked into each other's eyes thinking how did we both
manage to wear the same underwear today. Miles now understood why he felt
insecure in the middle region as he would never wear underwear that left
his genitals floppy. He much preferred stretch material which held him
secure.

"The final piece of clothing people, then we get to see these boy's
treasures, which are called the private parts, shall be revealed to
you. Are you ready? Of course you are!"

The man then moved behind Miles and took hold of the waistband of his
shorts. The cameras moved into position for the unveiling as the shorts
were slowly pulled down. The waistband slid down that wonderful V that ends
at a boy's essentials. Down over the beginning and then the length of his
penis, finally revealing his foreskin which overhung the end. Under his
penis sat the boy's smooth scrotum containing his testicles. Once removed,
the shorts were discarded on the floor.

"This boy has pubic hair." Indeed, as the camera zoomed tight in on his
pubic region, the strands of wispy dark hair could be seen sprouting above
his penis. It was rare even in CP for there to be close ups of the
beginnings of a boy's pubic hair so for many watching this made the
performance all the more special.

"We can't have fourteen-year old boys with pubes," the man said, "they will
have to go."

Miles squirmed inwardly as much as he could but it was to no avail, he was
going lose his hair down there. The man pulled an electric hair trimmer
from his pocket and took a firm hold of the base of Miles's member
including wrapping his hand around his balls to hold him steady. He then
proceeded to shave away the hair, leaving him hairless. Nicholas watched
and winced knowing that he was to suffer the same fate.

"As you can see, this boy still has his foreskin," said the man as he
pulled on the end of Miles's penis, "let's see if his friend has got his."

The man then moved behind Nicholas and slowly and seductively pulled his
loose white shorts down, revealing Nicholas's flaccid circumcised penis
lying over his scrotum. As had been done to his friend, his pubic hair was
removed leaving him bald. He was grieved because it had taken time for that
original bush to develop but now it was so quickly gone.

"So, we have one boy with and one boy without. What should we do about
that?" the protagonist asked his audience. At the same time, he fondled
both boys at the same time, one hand on each of them, caressing their
balls.

One camera zoomed in on each boy giving a close up of their genitals to the
audience who were getting their monies worth. By now the muscle relaxant
was wearing off, and as the man continued to play with them, including
spreading their pee slits, so the boy's couldn't help but go from a state
of being flaccid to that of being erect. Their penis's twitched beyond
their control, Miles's foreskin pulling back partially revealing his purple
coloured glans.

"Naughty boys!" the man said, "what happens to naughty boys? The answer is
they get their erections sorted and then their bottoms smacked!"

The cameras first moved to the rear of Miles as he received a squeeze and
smack to both buttocks, then Nicholas received the same treatment. The man
then stood between the boys and proceeded to run each of his forefingers
along the underside of the erect penis's from their balls to their tip, up
and down, causing them to twitch and try to stretch even beyond their
capacity to do so. Then curling his fingers round the erections he
masturbated both boys at the same time until they both orgasmed, Nicholas
first, then Miles. It made great viewing seeing clear fluid being ejected
from their glans close up, made all the sexier as both boys involuntary
moaned. Their voices were starting to come back.

"I suppose you want to see their anus's as well? That's going to be a
little bit more difficult." One cameraman laid on the floor as Miles's legs
were spread apart as afar as they would go. The camera zoomed in and got a
great shot of the boy's underneath taking in the underside of his scrotum
and the rose bud of his anus. The same action was repeated for Nicholas.

"Would you boys like to see what you look like underneath?" asked the man,
"Well you can watch yourselves on the Dark Web after we're finished."

Miles found his voice coming back to him and said "We're not your boys and
you're going to get into big trouble for this!" However, it wasn't in a
loud enough voice for it to be picked up.

"So, the next thing is let's make our boys the same shall we?" asked the
man of his audience.

The man produced a sheathed scalpel from his pocket and a look of sheer
terror came across Mile's face.

"A live circumcision, audience, is your bonus for today," the protagonist
now turned butcher said, taking hold of Miles's member. He unsheathed the
scalpel and deftly ran it quickly round the foreskin behind the glans then
removed the skin and held up the bloodied remains to the camera. Miles
shrieked for all that he was worth with the acute pain and the thought that
he would never be the same again, tears streaming down his face he cried
"You bastard!" Nicholas looked as hard as he could into Miles's eyes and
saw only a very distraught boy who had lost a very important part of his
manliness. Needless to say tears streamed down his cheeks too.

Just then there was the sound of crashing behind the door before it burst
open. The performance was at an end as LEA invaded the room. The
protagonist and his henchmen were quickly overcome whilst the boys were
supported by other LEA as their arms were released from their bondage. The
boys were then sat on the floor amongst the remains of their clothing. They
wrapped their arms around each other, their faces cheek to cheek as they
sought to comfort each other, their tears mingling. Miles suddenly felt the
pain of his circumcision come back to him, let go of Nicholas, and looked
around to see what had happened to his removed foreskin, helplessly
wondering if it could be restored.

One of the LEA guessed what Miles was thinking. The LEA had stumbled on the
performance on the Dark Web, but they were too late in finding the venue to
stop it.

"I'm very sorry son, but it isn't going to happen as it's being destroyed
under our feet as we rushed in."

Miles let out another loud shriek as he felt himself distraught. He was
then attended to by a very kind and understanding paramedic, who carefully
and very sensitively helped Miles wrap a bandage around his wounded
appendage. Both boys were then wrapped in blankets before being led out to
an ambulance to be taken to hospital. In the ambulance they held on to each
other and refused to be separated glad that their nightmare was over.

 And so was Miles's.

"Miles, Miles, wake up, wake up," his befuddled brain heard whilst at the
same time he felt his shoulders being shaken.

"Wwwhat?" he exclaimed.

"We heard you shriek and you woke us up," John said with Marilyn by his
side, "It must have been one hell of a nightmare for you to shriek like you
did."

"You mean it was a nightmare and not real?" Miles responded coming fully
awake.

"What was it?" his mother asked.

Miles took a little while to explain what he'd just dreamt.

"That was a very frightening nightmare," Marilyn hugged her son close,
"You've still got your foreskin, look."

Marilyn pulled the duvet cover off the sweat soaked naked boy and held his
foreskin, still very much attached, to illustrate the point.

At being touched and the aftermath of the nightmare, Miles's penis began to
grow to an erect state.

"There's nothing wrong with your pride and joy Miles," said his father, "if
it helps relieve the tension of the nightmare, would you like me to help
you?"

"I'm so sleepy now I can't be bothered, but if you want to then please do."

John took his son's penis from Marilyn and began to masturbate him. It
didn't take long for him to cum and such was the release the boy produced a
very strong stream of clear cum that shot up his chest.

"You needed that. Let me clean you up and hopefully the puberty monster
won't strike again tonight so that you can sleep peacefully."

Miles did sleep peacefully, glad that he didn't wear boring white loose
fitting boxer shorts, and more importantly, his foreskin was intact.