Date: Fri, 12 Apr 2019 11:48:51 +0000
From: smudgesmiff <smudgesmiff@protonmail.com>
Subject: The Plumbers Surprise part Three

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To get the gist of these stories you should read: Doctor in The House Part
One Adult youth/Authoritarian

Prior to that read: The schoolboy act (Adult Youth) where you will find out
who Andy is. You need to know this.

The Plumbers Surprise Part Three

 Charlie gave a small wave to us, jumped into the van and pulled away. He
rolled about two feet back he jumped the clutch twice then jolted forward
to move off. Ronnie's agonizing yells could be heard above the engine. My
own balls pulled up into my groin in sympathy

Doctor Freemantle put a friendly arm around my shoulders as we walked back
to the house. I suddenly realised I was just wearing socks on my feet when
I trod on a pebble on the tarmac path. I had been so engrossed with what
had been happening to Ronnie I had forgotten that I was shoe-less.

As we entered the hallway he closed the door behind us. Suddenly the house
seemed very empty and quiet. "Now" the doctor said. "I just need to call
Andy and sort out one or two things." He took out his mobile from one of
his big coat pockets and within seconds was talking to Andy.

"Andrew my dear man, I assume you got the video I uploaded to you,
..yes...yes..it was rather. Charlie really got spoiled today...yes...yes
fine. Now Andrew, you will have seen that there has been quite a lot of
mess created, especially in the bedroom, wet bedding and the
such.......Yes, you are one step ahead of me with my earlier proposition if
the case arose but I think you should explain to Jason..Christopher or
whatever his name is. Very well here he is.

I took the phone from the doctor.

"Andy! Oh my god what an experience that was. Will the five hundred pounds
go into my parents account today?"

"Chris, there is a small problem."

"What Andy, I did the job well didn't I?"

"Yes Chris you did your job, trouble is that, and you just heard the
doctor. The mess has to be taken care of. Bedding has to be washed or
replaced and the rest of the mess. I am afraid that the costs will have to
be deducted from your fee."

"What! How much Andy?"

"Two hundred pounds in all."

"What! That's a lot seeing as it was not all my fault."

"I know Chris, I know but things like that, and breakages are the
responsibility of the agency and we are the agency, but there is a way
around it....Silence........Chris, you there."

"Yeh I'm here." Andy picked up the dejection in my tone. "What way Andy?"

"The doctor said if you give him two hours of play he will call it quits."

"Play! What play, what are you on about."

"Calm down and listen. The doctor was a medical doctor until he got into a
bit of bother over a boy patient and it all went wrong. He now does private
psychology. He will explain to you I am sure. He likes to play this game
where you have a secret word or words and he has to try and get it from
you. There is just one little catch. If he gets it from you, you still have
to pay the two hundred pounds".

"Oh yes! And what if I don't give it to him, what then?"

"Then he gives you the equivalent, so you get an extra two hundred cash on
top, I don't think it will be any worse than what you have done today. Look
Chris, I am really busy and by the way I have another nice job lined up for
you if you want it. It is in two weeks time and, it will be all weekend."

"What does that entail then Andy?"

"Some army cadet officers want you or someone like you to help to set up
another fifteen year old boy who is a real cadet sergeant. He has done
something wrong and has to be disciplined for it and could lose his
sergeants stripes or better still kicked out of the cadets. With your help,
they want to get him to submit to them for their own punishments. You just
have to go along with it and submit yourself as well to trick him into
it. What do you say? You will get the uniforms and everything and it pays
eight hundred for you. But I will explain more when I get you back home"

"Fuck Andy! They can court martial me for eight hundred pounds! I'll do
it."

"Great! Now stop fucking about and give the phone back to the good doctor."

All I could think about was how the money was going to help the family. The
doctor spoke to Andy.

"Very well Andrew, this is for his job next week then?  I will happily
oblige. You had better give him the secret word." He passed me the phone
again.

"Chris, the word is Christmas ok?"

"Ok Andy, Christmas"

"No you fucking idiot, you're not supposed to tell him it. Try `Snow White
´ Now give him the phone back so I can tell him what it is but you don't
say it got it?"

"Got it!."

The doctor was looking at me like I was thick. He took the phone. Thanked
Andy, told him he would call when to come and pick me up and put the phone
back in his pocket.

"Now then boy!" He replaced his arm around my shoulders. "As I don't know
if you are Chris or Jason or whoever, during our little game I will just
refer to you as `Boy ´ seeing as that is about the safest thing for you
to answer to."

"Ok Doctor."

"No boy, not doctor, just Sir! Will do, let's not complicate things. Now
let me show you my consultation and treatment rooms and I will explain what
I do to help other boys if you care to listen."

"I'm all ears sir!" I said, without seeming to be too keen.

We made our way down the cellar steps. "Jeees it looks like a castle
dungeon down here." I remember thinking to myself.  The lighting was dim
and red as I stepped off the last step I felt the cold of the stone floor
through my thin white ankle socks. The walls were just like those in an old
castle.

When the doctor told me to stop he lent in front of me and pushed open a
wooden door. He ushered me into a smallish darkened room with just one dim
red light on the far wall. A small two foot square podium covered in red
carpet stood in the centre of the room and some two or three feet in front
were two small leather arm chairs. They looked brown in the red light.  A
long wide mirror hung on the wall behind them.

The doctor positioned himself behind me. He placed his boney fingers on
each of my shoulders and began rubbing the nape of my neck with his
thumbs. "Here we go" I thought "No doubt he was going to start abusing me,
no one to hear me down here, cut off from the world."

When he spoke he was very matter of factorial. "I am going to briefly tell
you what I do down here boy. You don't have to speak just listen and
imagine. I know all about boys' especially pubescent boys, their thoughts,
actions and responses as a result of those thoughts."

This is my initial consultation room. Boys from age twelve to sixteen come
here accompanied by their parents, guardians or whoever for my initial
assessment. I insist that there is at least one female in attendance but
never more than two people in total." He gestured toward the two chairs; he
had also now started thumbing the sides of my neck gently and
erotically. "I insist that the boy arrives dressed in the clothes I have
supplied in advance and with good reason. In fact not very different to
what you are wearing now. If he does not arrive as instructed we do not
progress."

My neck was now held with both open palms of his hands, his thumb tips
caressing my jaw line either side. "Now" A spotlight came on directly above
the podium "Now, the barefoot boy stands on the podium. He has no idea as
to what is to come. Now, remember boy, his mother, aunt or maybe his older
sister is sitting right in front of him. Fathers are not always keen to
attend, on the other hand some are very keen, and some of the men are not
even related to the boy concerned. Make of that what you will. Let us just
pretend that our boy is thirteen and his mother is here with a man."

"I then begin by instructing the boy to take his shirt off, step down and
hand it to the male observer and return to the podium. He stands there in
his bright white vest. The next instruction gets a response. He questions
the instruction when I tell him to take his little black shorts off. He
cannot see me in the dark room. He does not see or hear the thin cane that
strikes him across the backs of his bare thighs making him scream and dance
around. He begins to cry, twelve or sixteen, he cries. He fumbles with his
shorts and takes them off, again he hands them to the male observer. His
white vest, worn outside of his little white schoolboy briefs just reveals
the pouch holding his cock and balls snugly. He has not been seen in his
underwear by his mother for a long time probably since he was eight or
nine. Now he is thirteen, he thinks he knows all about sex. Enough to know
he should not let his mother see him in just his underwear let alone
childish white vest and white underpants. I always select a vest size an
age or two younger than the boy. It fits nice and tight to show his nipples
slender hips and flat tummy but, then just long enough to reveal the pouch
of his white underpants."

"I give him time to stop snivelling and regain what little composure he
has, he obeys when I have him turn around and show us the red stripe on his
thighs. I got him just below his bum cheeks. I then get him to tell us how
many times a day he wanks. Each question is punctuated by a hidden swish of
my thin cane. Where he wanks mostly, in the bathroom, in bed, did he wank
into his underwear or tissues? Invariably the answer is in his bed. Two
swishes usually get the answer straight away when I ask him if he has ever
eaten his own boy cum. The answer is varied but has the desired
embarrassing effect."

"Are you following me boy?" He asks. I am mesmerised; my imagination has
started ruling my own cock. If I had not put my underpants back on it would
have been snaking down and out of the leg of my shorts. "Oh yes sir! Wow,
you really do that to the boy?"

"Oh the best is to come. You should see their faces when I tell them to
take their underpants off. All that is between their tender little, tight
bum cheeks and my thin whippy cane is their thin white cotton briefs. I
always have to use it. It's understandable, not as hard as when I hit the
thighs but hard enough to leave a couple of red stripes. I mean, the boy is
about to expose his most private body parts to his mother." He must have
felt me flinch.  "Oh yes they get two swift stings, that's usually
enough. He takes them off slowly, as if it will change things. Then has to
step down and hand her his little white briefs and he knows she is getting
a good view of his cock his balls and his pubic hair. He is thirteen and
wants to die."

"Sir, can I ask, what happens if the boy refuses to answer your questions,
he just takes his clothes off and says fuck you!?"

"Good question boy. Well, the initial consultation stops and we move
straight on to phase two which is treatment, but we are getting ahead of
ourselves."

"Now boy, the boy is now standing on the podium in just his vest. I always
watch the mothers eyes fix on her sons exposed little bum as he turns and
steps back on the podium. Remember, it's not always his mother but an aunt
or sister. They do squirm in the chairs. A nearly nude body is a nearly
nude body, so erotic!"

"For the first time I then walk forward and stand behind the boy. I let him
feel the cane tap the side of his leg and he gasps, he always gasps,
sometimes he shudders. What power a little stick holds. Is your cock
getting hard boy, are you responding to the scene?" I was indeed, without
realising it, my cock was pressing hard inside my briefs and shorts and
probably leaking. Envisaging the cane reminded me of my own, still smarting
bum cheeks. "Yes sir!" I said with a pronounced gulp of air.

"Good boy" he whispered in my ear "Good boy." His hands moved to my
shoulders then down my bear arms to caress them and send shudders of
pleasure through me. "Now boy we come to the climax of the initial
process. I am standing behind him and speak to him quietly. I say lift your
vest up and show your parents your naked body, show them your nice young
cock and balls and little bush of pubic hair. Was it always trimmed short
and shaved into a triangle? Of course not! You have now revealed that you
have shaved it yourself, they can visualise you in the bathroom all
lathered up and erect shaving your pubes. How fucking sexy is that!? Or do
they think you are a dirty little boy? They might even fuck tonight over
the image you have set in their heads."

"I have the boys' full attention now. I believe that there are about three
things that could bring total degradation and humiliation to a young boy;
being seen totally naked, someone seeing his secret little boy hole. Like
his doctor, and getting caught wanking his hard boy cock. Well I have moved
on from that. I have my boy turn away from his parents and touch his
toes. Yes! Touch his toes and show his mummy his boy hole, something she
has not seen since she changed his last nappy (diaper). His vest has
slipped down to his shoulders now. He stands up again and faces the
front. I tap both his legs with my little cane and he responds. He
shudders, he moans, he has no idea what is to follow until I lean in and
quietly speak behind his ear. Play with yourself, start wanking and play
with your nice boy balls, now do it! That is why I have a mirror positioned
behind the two chairs so I can see the look of abject terror on the boys
face."

"He says he can't, he won't! But he can and he will. The two welts straight
across his flat belly say that he can and he will. He starts to get hard as
he takes a hold of his boyhood. Pull the skin right back each time, I tell
him show mummy how sexy her little boy is. Give mummy and daddy something
to fuck to tonight. I help him by stroking the downy hair on his bum
cheeks. I make him really moan when I push a finger between those tight
little arse cheeks and touch and rub his sphincter. My other hand has
reached around him to play and tweak his little nipples. When I run my palm
down to his pubis and tug at his pubes that is when he starts thrusting his
hips. He suddenly becomes that boy lying naked in his bed. I watch his
reflection in the mirror, he is licking his lips, and his eyes are shut. He
has forgotten where he is, all he can feel is the heightened pleasure of
his impending orgasm as his hands violently molest his own cock and balls,
I am tweaking his nipples again and then he screams, he thrusts his hips
towards his mother. I pinch his nipples and twist them. Pain and orgasm is
a wonderful thing. It makes the boys orgasm more intense and oh! Oh so
painful. A glob of cum lands just in front of her. I quickly pull his hands
behind him and take over from his own hands. Struggle as he did, he could
not stop me molesting his hard boy cock, five more jets of his cum shot out
onto the floor as I continued to milk him. He is a sweaty mess after one
minute of relentless post orgasm wanking. I tease and squeeze every last
drop of his cum out of him. When his legs buckle he sinks to the floor, he
is trance like. Totally exhausted, but to my delight he is ashamed, totally
humiliated. Had he enjoyed it? He is on a new path. His life will never be
the same."

My balls were aching and my cock so hard I could feel it had pushed out of
the waistband of my briefs drawing the foreskin back as it had done so, It
felt uncomfortable trapped as it was but so good so erotic as I was walked
toward the mirror clutched from behind by the doctors strong arms. I could
feel the material of his long coat scrape against the backs of my bare
legs. I looked at myself in the mirror. One hand lifted my shirt up to my
neck revealing my naked torso and nipples. The fingers of his other hand
deftly picked open the top button of my shorts.  My cum actually burned as
it left my cock. The doctors' left hand gripped my throat and pulled my
head back. "Shuuuush, Shuuuush," he whispered "that's it, let it go, let it
all go, good boy!" The doctor held me close into himself his right hand
massage my pulsing cock and balls through my shorts and underpants as I
looked at our reflection. He kissed the back of my neck. His wiry moustache
and beard tickled and then, the spotlight went out.

"That was just the start boy" he said quietly as he led me by the hand from
the room back into the dim passageway. I could feel my cum that had spurted
up onto my belly and dribbled down onto my underpants and shorts. It had
gone runny and cold.

"What the...?" I exclaimed as he led me still gripping my hand into another
room. As several soft spotlights lit the room, I say room, more like a
dungeon come operating theatre. Harsh stone walls just like the passageway
outside. There were so many things to take in. "Take your time boy, there
is a lot to take in." From the walls there hung so many instruments. Whips
and canes, paddles, collars and cuffs. Heraldry shields, maces, swords and
armour breastplates. All gently lit by the soft spotlights. The black tiled
floor incorporated several drains. Other than the Saint Andrews cross there
were several other wooden and steel structures. The holes in the wooden
stocks were not large. "For the use of boys" I thought. A drain had been
placed below them. A shower structure took centre stage. It incorporated a
wide circular pit in the floor. A ring of eight small shower heads above
and centre, they encircled a strong hook which hung from a strong chain.

"Some serious stuff eh boy?" My neck was aching as I kept staring up at the
shower and hook. I had not failed to notice there were several chains and
hooks hanging all over the ceiling. "What the!" He laughed, there was a
whirring sound and from a wall appeared a table. "Oh fuck, noooo.!" It was
almost as wide as a double bed. Rough dark wood. Every spare space along
the edges had a hook a ring or hole. Buckled straps had been strategically
placed near the holes where things could be inserted. Those things were on
racks beneath it. I instantly recognized stirrups and spreader bars of
various lengths along with neatly coiled ropes.

"Don't look so worried boy they are not for you, well....not all of them
anyway." I laughed a very nervous laugh.

Now at last, the doctor started to unfasten the buckles down the front of
his long riding coat. The waxy material squeaked as he did so. In a
flourish he turned away and removed the coat in one swift move. He hooked
it onto a low hanging chain where it swung around.

He remained stood with his back to me. Fists clenched on his hips. I had
been right about the black riding boots. His only other covering was a
black leather chest and back harness. His body looked strong and muscular
belaying the man's age. He was totally hairless from what I could see and
his flexed muscles were impressive, especially his arse cheeks. He stayed
silent as he turned to face me. I stared as only a cock loving, gay
fourteen year old boy would. Forget about the gold rings through his
nipples. Yes he was completely hairless. His cock was not erect. It was
uncut and thicker than Charlie's cock. In its present state it was all of
nine to ten inches long and hung like a babies arm over his huge balls. His
slim though muscular body and lack of pubic hair made his cock look
huge. My eyes began to tear up. I couldn't take that in either of my holes,
could I?"

 As he moved toward me his cock swung around like an unruly clock
pendulum. Whatever he was thinking had also caused it to thicken and I
could see the veins running its length. He walked past me and took from the
wall a pair of black and blue leather wrist cuffs with trigger hooks
attached. As he fixed them to my wrists it was obvious that they were had
been designed for small wrists, boy's wrists! I finished up hanging from
the hook above the shower attached by the cuffs.

I couldn't work out by how much, but my feet were off the floor and my
ankle socks had been removed. Why was I not talking, asking questions,
complaining and asking why?" I reasoned that I was in no position to do
so. The bottom of my polo shirt had parted company with the waist of my
shorts as my stretched body dangled freely and I become aware of my bare
stomach and back feeling the cool air. I could also feel the waistband of
my shorts was now only supported by my hip bones due to my stretched
body. The broad waistband of my underpants in full view must have excited
the doctor as his cock was certainly growing.

I was unable at first to see the scalpel in his hand. I only saw it when he
proceeded to work his way around me and cut little nicks all over and
around the hem and cuffs of my white polo shirt.

"We don't have all that long now, about ninety minutes or so left. I dwelt
too long in the interview room but satisfactory, very satisfactory." He
spoke softly; did this old man have a dark or angry side?

 "Now boy, as I told you, I know what makes you boys tick. I wish you could
see yourself hanging there, in fact...wait a moment." He wheeled a long
mirror in front of me. "There now how do you look?" Looking at my
reflection I could see why his cock was hardening, fuck I looked hot
stretched like that. "Now, as I was saying `boys ´ "he went on. "They
like their sexy little bodies to be teased and entertained. Played with for
want of a better description but the outcome is always to reach orgasm. The
most amazing, mind blowing cum that they can achieve. For the best part, by
their own hand. If he is lucky enough by someone else's hand. I won't go
into too much detail time is precious.

I shuddered when he moved behind me. Jeees his cock was getting bigger. He
gripped my bare waist at the hips. And began flicking the waistband of my
underwear with his thumbs in a threatening way like he was about to rip
them down. "When you had that nice cum in the other room did you notice
anything?" The flicking and snapping of elastic became more intense as did
the feeling in my balls. "Sir, I don't think so but it was amazing." "What
are you feeling now, are your balls starting to tingle, do you like what
you see in the mirror, how about now?" He ripped my shirt sleeves right up
to the neck, and ripped it four times up from the hem. "How about now?" My
cock was jumping, rock hard and my balls drew right up. What the fuck!

"When you had that spectacular cum did you use your hand, did I touch your
cock and stimulate you? No! You see, you came because you anticipated what
might be going to happen. The sight of yourself in the mirror and my hands
just touching you and the threat that I was going to undress you when I
fumbled with the button on your shorts overrode your own self control and
you came because I pressed all the right buttons." He then proceeded to rip
and shredded my shirt, he unbuttoned and unzipped my shorts and as he did I
moaned and groaned out another load of cum into my already soiled
underpants. As before, his timing was perfect. He massaged my throbbing
cock and squeezed my balls through my underpants because my shorts had
fallen to my ankles. I was a lost cause. Looking at myself nearly naked
self in the mirror I wanted only two things; Him to slow up with the
massaging and kiss me full on the mouth. Both things happened
simultaneously. "How the fuck did he know?"

He kissed me hard and explored every inch of the inside of my mouth with
his tongue, a very long tongue. Continually ripping at my shirt did not
help the overwhelming feelings coursing through my body. I got it though, I
got it. I had cum again without my cock being touched. What he was doing
and my looking at my suspended, near naked self and expecting something
that I thought would happen sent me over the edge. My god his cock, his
cock was brushing the backs of my knees!

"Oh my dear boy, did you enjoy that, I think you get it now." As he spoke
he ripped off the final pieces of my shirt leaving me in just my very
soiled underpants. "You see now my very sexy vulnerable boy, you see you do
not need the likes of Charlie or his kind to give you what you crave. Look
at poor Ronnie. He is such a mess. He was too old to come to me. He had
turned sixteen before he came to my attention when Charlie first brought
him here to do a job. Charlie had developed a way of getting more
business. He advertised, privately of course that he would be accompanied
by his boy apprentice. For a price, he would be a naked boy apprentice. The
money ruled the boys head; he made a lot of money and probably still
does. Women, men and every pervert in the area gave Charlie the work. Fuck!
I was getting hard again and he was lowering the waistband of my underpants
slowly as he was speaking.

He continued to pick and pluck at my underpants. He ran his fingers around
the leg openings, just stopping short when his finger tips got close to my
balls. My arms were starting to ache now. He noticed me wriggle against my
suspended body. "Not long now" he whispered "and you can have a lie down."
A hand caressed my bare belly and his fingers tips got close to my
sphincter..

"Just to finish what I was telling you about Ronnie, you heard Charlie
arrange a session for Ronnie on Saturday? "Yes sir I mumbled. Can you play
with my nipples now I thought? No, no, no it can't be possible. How did he
know? "Aaaargh! Sir! Please not so hard!"

The doctor went on and continued to try and pull my nipples off! "Ronnie is
bisexual, he thought he was just gay but he would get excited at the ladies
homes and at the men's homes. Charlie could draw only one conclusion and
that was that his boy apprentice is Bi. Ronnie does not pay for his
treatment when he comes to me for a training session. He is now more than
capable of swallowing this bad boy (He lifted his ever hardening cock) and
needs no encouragement to impale himself on it when instructed to do
so. Suddenly he left my nipples alone, he started breathing deeply in my
ears, kissed and sucked my neck and constantly massaged and caressed my
hair. I responded by moving my head around, pushing at his hands. I wanted
it, how could such pleasure be got from a head massage?" "Ronnie" he
continued "is going to be trained to service Charlie's wife and daughter. I
have two girl students that he is going to practice on, according to
Charlie they were in the same class with him at school. I believe the plan
is that Ronnie is going to move in to Charlie's home and become their house
boy. Just imagine him tied down on a bed or over a coffee table stark naked
and those females lowering their dripping cunts and tight arse holes onto
his thin hard cock. After they have finished with his cock they will
straddle his face and have him lick out their dripping cunts and
arses. Goodness knows where he will end up. Poor boy."

"Good boy, good boy." At the same time that he scrunched the sides of my
underpants up and began to draw them down. I let out a tremendous volley of
loud moans and filled I them again. "Oh you do moan when you cum boy, so
nice to hear a boy enjoy his hands free cum. You see how you were
envisaging poor Ronnie being forced to fuck and the anticipated removal of
your underwear" His left hand pinched my left nipple and his right hand
entered the leg of my underpants to squeeze and tease the last drops of cum
out of my balls. His continued kissing and licking my neck made me continue
to moan even more. Three times now I had cum without my cock being touched.

The shower heads burst into life and warm water cascaded down my body. My
underpants were soaked and clung to me. The doctor turned the cascade off
and sponged me down with a big soapy sponge. Eventually he removed my
soaked underpants leaving them in the shower well. I was amazed that I did
not harden when he washed my cock and balls. Finally he rinsed me down and
released the cuffs from the hook above me. The cuffs were joined behind my
back. I anticipated being able to lie down as promised but the doctor told
me he had one more experience for me to undergo. He also had something he
had to do for Andrew. The mirror had started to steam up a little so he
wheeled it away from the shower area before placing me on my knees in the
shower well. His cock swung around with each step he took walking out of my
vision. I guess I heard a drawer open. I was only able to mumble when the
red ball of the gag filled my mouth. "This is only temporary to stop you
asking too many questions." He said buckling the strap behind my head. "I
just need to do this for Andrew first and get it out of the way."

It didn't take a genius to recognize the hum of hair trimmers."Number three
on top and zero around the sides' boy. This is for your soldier boy thing
later so might as well get it over with." "Fuck you Andy! You never said
anything about a haircut!" I hissed my thoughts through the red air ball
gag. It didn't take long for him to complete my new haircut. Was there no
end to this man's talents? He rinsed the hair off my body. Still dripping
wet he stood me in front of the mirror. No! My balls and cock twitched at
the sight of my new self. Fucking hell, was that really me? That really
hot, sexy sensual image staring back at me.

"Yes" the doctor said "look at yourself, all ready for the next round." He
pulled a pair of light gray mesh boxer briefs up my wet legs. The broad
black waistband hugged my little waist and the briefs clung to and
emphasised all my boy parts though the mesh material which was very similar
in design and texture of the mesh used in sports shorts. One hand pushed
down on the cuffs causing my body to arch forwards. The fingers of that
hand began massaging my bum cheeks. The other hand unpicked the buckle of
the ball gag and removed it much to my relief, it was replaced by the
doctors' mouth and tongue as again it invaded my mouth. I realised that it
was done to stifle my moans as he gripped my cock and balls through the
mesh briefs.

"Oh sir!  Please! That is sore." So fucking erotically and painfully sore
as it scraped the tender skin of my glans as he began wanking my cock with
the scrunched up course material. I could only get the broken words out as
he kissed me harder.

"Watch now boy, watch yourself be taken over by the sensual feel of the
material on your tender skin, not my hand but the material as it drags and
scrapes." "Aaaaaargh! Aaaaaargh!...Noooooooooooooo! " My legs thrashed
around, I struggled and struggled fighting against another painful but
pleasurable orgasm but I could not stop it. As much as I contracted my
pelvic floor muscle trying to cut off the pending eruption I was only
increasing the intensity. Just as I was about to release my boy cum he
wrapped the mesh over the head and gripped it around and behind the tender
glans. My thick white juice was being strained in globs of thin strings. It
was warm when he put it to his mouth to savour it, he kissed me again and
fed my cum to me making me suck his tongue clean. I was exhausted, spent
but not so much that I didn't notice a slight crunch to something in my
mouth or was I just imagining it as I sucked down the cum he was feeding
me. Where had all that cum come from in just over one hour?"

The doctor had me standing at the foot of the large bench. My wrist cuffs
had been attached to a hook on a swinging chain above me but not drawn
above my head. He called it a rest period. When he pulled the mesh boxer
briefs off of me he fixed a pair of matching cuffs around my ankles and I
looked down to inspect my now partly deflated and red cock. Why he had
attached long lengths of rope to each of my cuffs I had no idea but knew I
would soon find out. Then I asked myself "Why has he not tried to get Snow
White from me?"  Had he forgotten or was it some kind of trick he was
working on. No! That crunch, it was some kind of truth drug to make me give
it up. He did have access to that sort of thing I bet.

I was wrong on that score. He began assembling things on a table by the
bench. A leather flogger, a table tennis bat, a cane, a fucking cane! A
long thin fucking cane! Oh no, my little arse was just getting over the
spanking Charlie had given me. He stood right in front of me and had one of
those massage stick things with a ball that vibrates. It was a smaller
version of the ones I have seen on the net. Boy size again! It danced a
little dance when he switched it on. All by itself its round head
wobbled. Then he added a leather strap to the mix. I told myself not to ask
any stupid questions. I did and the ball gag was pushed in my mouth again.

The little red light on the remote in his hand lit up. A motor whirred and
I was on my way up in the world. Before my descent into hell he placed a
padded leather cushion below me ensuring it ran the length of my back
before I was gently lowered. Then unhooked, the ropes from my wrist were
attached to the corners at the foot of the bench and drawn tight pulling my
arms out really tight at an angle. The ropes around my ankles were pulled
up, pulling my legs high and wide apart way above and behind my head giving
me a really personal view of my own cock and balls. That's how he is going
to get Snow White. Torture!

"Oh no sir!" was what I wanted to say but the gag was stopping me. The
ropes were so tight I could not even demonstrate my disapproval by flailing
my arms and legs about. The most I could do was lift my head up and watch
as he first pinched, twisted then licked each of my nice nipples before he
applied the little crocodile clips to them. Thankfully they were not
strong, but the little teeth sent the right messages to my balls "Don't
fucking struggle or else."

"You know boy" he spoke softly again as he began caressing my upturned bum
"Watching you in the bedroom earlier I could not help but notice how nice
your boy hole stretched. I know you enjoyed it being stretched." "Don't do
that please, please sir! Stop fingering my hole, my sphincter. You are
stretching it." That is what I wanted to say but the ball in my mouth
denied me. "Oh for fuck sake! Leave my balls alone! You are making me get
hard again."

He started with the flogger. Not hard, just gentle strokes over my most
vulnerable balls, cock and boy hole, the backs of my bare thighs god it was
such a turn on. Just light flicks. After a few minutes he got bored. The
ping pong bat played all over my boy bum cheeks for a good five
minutes. The glancing blows really hurt, the flat ones were tolerable. One
blow actually hit the back of my balls and he massaged them "Why fucking
bother?" That's when I noticed I was getting hard, no, really hard,
involuntarily fucking hard!

"I noticed that you noticed boy, it's only half a tablet but you must
promise not to tell Andy. I am going to give you the most explosive orgasm
of your young life. Nod if you agree and I will remove the gag and that's
only so that I can hear you scream." Fuck! My cock was on fire. I only had
six thick inches but it felt like it was eight and counting. My head was
nodding faster than a Churchill dog going over a speed hump!

When the gag came off I really needed air. I was hot, sexually hot. I heard
the sound of something being wheeled about. He had got a fucking mirror on
a tripod thingy. He positioned it right above my upturned arse. Oh how red
my boy bum was and oh! How open my boy hole was. I could see how solid my
balls were. They looked full to bursting. I silently begged him to put the
leather strap back down (I didn't want the gag again) he did. Then to my
horror he picked up the thin cane. He gave my tit clamps a quick flick,
raised the cane and brought it down very gently on my balls. Tap! Tap! Tap!
All over my full ball sack, my bum cheeks, the backs of my thighs it was
almost pleasurable. It caused pre cum to leak from my piss slit. Then it
became less pleasurable, faster and faster the tip started tapping all
around my sphincter Tap! Tap! Tap! It went on and on, he poked the tip just
inside my hole several times and poked the moist flesh inside of me just to
hear my loud moans.  He moved to the foot of the bench. I could just see
his head through my spread legs. He was fully concentrated on my hole. I
watched the cane as he ran it up and down over it, scratching the tender
skin with the little nobly bits of the bamboo cane.

"Noooooooooooooo..Noooooooooooooo aaaaaaaaaaaaargh!" He whipped it straight
down along my bum crack "Noooooooooooooo..Noooooooooooooo
aaaaaaaaaaaaargh!" I burst into tears and began sobbing as I begged him to
stop caning my poor innocent bum crack. "Just three more, I love to hear
your voice when you scream." Scream I did and then suddenly something was
soothing the damaged area. He was working the bobbing head of the massage
stick up and down my bum crack. He pressed it against my defenceless boy
hole and the back of my balls. It was at that point that I realised that my
belly was coated with cum, my cum! My balls were empty. The pain of the
cane had overridden my senses and I had cum. The pill had done its job. He
continued with the massage stick. He looked at the pool of cum on my
belly. "No point in wasting this" he said dipping the vibrating ball into
it.

I just wanted to be able to move. The tension on the cuffs on my wrists and
ankles was so hard I just could not move away from the thing that was now
working its way all over and around my boy hole. I just had to lay there
and watch it in the mirror. My concern was that it was becoming pleasant
and I started to relax. Just what he wanted me to do, because the ball
started trying to gain entry into me. He was using my own cum as a
lubricant and now it was going to go inside my bum hole. I watched and felt
it start to enter me. When my sphincter was stretched around the widest
part of the vibrating ball he kept it there and moved it around and around,
teasing and stretching it.

Then it stopped. "There you go, there you go, he said softly as he gently
fingered my bum hole. My chest was heaving like I had run a mile
sprint. Just the tip of his finger gently fingered me now as if to keep me
open.

I watched him, god his cock was sticking straight out and drooling. He went
to his coat and fished his phone from the pocket. "Andrew my friend...oh
yes..excellent...I am afraid you have to pay the piper.....oh yes indeed
Andrew .....five times..no seriously my friend, it's all on video for you
to watch later. Very well Andrew I will break it to him, how you deal with
it later is your problem. Give it half an hour......I will..byeee!"

I watched him as he returned and sat beside my suspended body, "what was
that all about Sir?"

"Well dear boy, your Andy had a little side wager with me."

"Yes sir I know, the secret words thing."

"Oh dear boy, we passed the two hours just now, no dear boy. Andy said that
you would not be able to give up your boy cum more than four times under my
therapy methods. Just in case you have not been keeping count it was
five. Now let me get you ready." What do you mean sir ready? He used a
whole tube of lube in and around my bum hole. It was cold but then I felt
it slowly coating my insides.

He unfastened the ropes and lowered my body down. Once he removed the clips
from my nipples he massaged them. Oh shit! The pain as the blood rushed
into them, his licking soon soothed them. He then lowered my body gently,
untied the ropes from my cuffs. He had me sit on the edge of the couch with
my legs dangling. He moved between them and they parted. He hugged and
kissed me holding my head in his hands. I noticed two things; the lube was
trickling out of me and our cocks and balls were pressing together. He was
so big that the tip of his cock almost touched my nipple .He was hard, so
hard that I could now feel those veins as I wrapped my small fingers around
his cock.  In one quick movement he picked me up with my legs wrapped
around his hips, took my weight, walked and sat down on a stool. I had to
stand up as his hard cock pressed against my hole. "I get to fuck you! He
kissed my mouth, and looked into my eyes with compassion "Are you ready'" I
kissed him back. I maintained eye contact with him for what felt like an
age as I digested what he had said. His thumbs gently brushed the tears
from my cheeks. It felt so erotic as I looked at my wrist cuffs, I was in
bondage.  "Please be gentle sir, I'm only a boy. I reached back and placed
the flared head of his cock against my hole, he gently spread me with his
fingers and I allowed myself to be slowly
sacrificed........oooooooooooooooooooooh!"

Eventually Andy picked me up. We watched the videos back at his
apartment. As much as he wanted to fuck me he couldn't because it would
have been like trying to fuck fresh air. My boy hole was so stretched. He
made the bet, so now he can suffer. That was my thinking. He had got a new
trick. With my throat full with his cock he kept pinching my nose. With
seven hundred pounds I my dad's account I didn't mind.

The end.

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