Chapter 2

It is normal for me to wake up for 0500 hours, and today is no different. I woke up, stretched, enjoyed Josh cuddled right into me for a minute, and then got up. I had an air horn in my bedside table drawer, so I grabbed that and pressed the button, piercing the air with a sound so horrible it could wake the dead. Josh jumped so high off the bed that when he landed, he bounced, bouncing himself clear off the bed. All the while, he was screaming shrilly. As soon as he hit the ground, his feet found anything they could to propel himself away from the sound, and still not quite awake yet, he slammed himself into the far wall, nearly knocking himself out again. His eyes finally opened, and when they did, I let go of the button.

“Good morning sunshine, it's time to start your training.” I said, trying to give Josh my most winning smile.

“What the hell was that?” He screamed at me, probably using his very first swear word. It would not be his last aimed at me, of that I was sure, just today. Usually by the time I finished training my boys, they could swear to make a sailor and a trucker blush, at the same time.

“That was your alarm clock. You are to wake up at 0500 hours, every morning, without fail. If I have to wake you, I do so with the air horn. I suggest you get in the habit of waking yourself up before too long.”

“That was really mean, and I think I pooped my diaper.”

“You won't be the first, or the last, and I'm pretty sure I'm gonna scare the shit out of you more than just this once. Come on, up and at em. Let's get you outta that stinky diaper and we'll go swimming first.”

He was still staring daggers at me when he laid down on the bed, but I just smiled serenely at him. He is not the first, nor will he be the last to give me that look, but it does not bother me at all. There is a reason no one likes basic training..

“Me thinks you shoulda gone to the bathroom before bed last night, you messed yourself quite bad.” I said nonchalantly as I cleaned him up.

“I always go to the bathroom in the morning, every morning, almost at the exact same time.”

“That's good, you're good and regular, that's at least a good sign. There you go, clean enough to go swimming. If you'd hop up and remove my diaper as well please.” I said.

Josh got up and removed my diaper, though he ripped the tapes off so hard, that he actually pulled the tapes from the diaper too. Clearly he was still mad at me, I just smiled more.

“Getting mad at me only makes me laugh. Everything I do to you from here on out is to make you stronger, to make you better. The sooner you stop thinking and just do what you know you need to do, the faster and easier it'll be. I told you that you'd hate me before too long, and I meant it. Now, come on, we have some swimming to do.”

I led the way to the pool, Josh trudging along miserably in my wake. When we got to the pool house, we rinsed off and then hopped in.

“Okay, now to swim. Just do your basic breast stroke and start swimming.”

“For how long?”

“Until you're about to drown. Just swim, go the entire length of the pool, turn around and come back, then repeat. I'll be swimming with you, so don't worry. I want you to push yourself though, if I see that you're not, I'll make you do so.”

For the next half an hour, I pushed Josh to swim his hardest, and every time he slowed down, I smacked his ass, hard, to make him speed up. I could hear that he was crying by the time we were done, and that was okay. Finally, when we made it back to the shallow end, I told him to stop. He stood up, crying, glaring at me.

“Your tears give me power, your anger gives me power. That anger, use it for yourself, turn it inside you, let it power you like it's powering me. We've hardly even started yet, you have no idea what it's like to be pushed, but I'm gonna push you to your very limits, but never beyond. Pain, it is nothing but your friend, weariness, your ally, I cannot hurt you, because you are stronger than that, in your head. Remember, in order to be strong, you have to feel strong. Now, follow my lead, and keep up to me.”

I started a very vigorous water aerobics set that had Josh pushing himself even more yet. We did this for another half an hour. By then though, Josh was crying more than before, I just kept telling him the same things, to push the anger and the pain aside, use it instead to go on, to push himself to greater lengths.

“Okay, we're done here, for now. Now we get to go have breakfast, then we'll get started on some more training.”

“I don't know if I can do anything more.”

“No, you don't know, but I do, I know you can do a lot more, you just have to stop thinking about it, tell yourself you have no limits.”

His shoulders slumped, he knew he was not going to get off easy. He followed me to the shower, where we washed each other off, and he did not even get a little chubby. I dried him off and then he dried me off, and then we headed back to our bedroom to get diapered. We went and had some breakfast, a good healthy pot of oatmeal, and then we cleaned that up.

“So, have you ever wanted to learn martial arts?” I asked once we were done.

“Yeah.” He answered warily.

“Good, because that's one of the many things that you're gonna learn. Most kids learn everything over several years, we have three months to make you a master.”

“That's impossible.”

“Only because you don't believe it's possible.”

“Hmmph.”

“Like I said, stop thinking about it, let go your pain, your barriers, your anger; let me build them up properly.”

I led him outside to my covered sparring arena. I have training dummies and everything else needed to train in any form of martial arts. It is essentially just a large covered gazebo, but I like it, because it allows me a lot of freedom and fresh air to do my training. I got started right away in teaching him all the basics first, and then had him start moving as I pretended to hit him. We did this for an hour.

“That wasn't too bad.” He said.

“Yeah, only because it was the very first lesson and you haven't started to do anything yet. As we go, you'll really start working hard, and, before too long, you'll be expected to take me on and win at least ten percent of the time.”

“I could never beat you, could I?”

“Absolutely. I still have years of practice, so I should, in theory, still win more often than not, but you certainly can do it. Once you're strong enough.”

“But I'm so small, how could I be strong enough?”

“Physical strength means little to almost nothing, no, you need mental strength. That's what we're gonna work on most of all. Of course, with that being said, you're gonna work hard on physical strength as well, but your mental strength is of far more importance.”

“Oh.”

“Now, how many pushups can you do?”

“I don't know.”

“How many situps can you do?”

“I don't know.”

“How many jumping jacks?”

“I don't know.”

“How about skipping rope?”

“I can do it, just no idea for how long.”

“Okay. Let's start with a fairly light number to start with. Twenty of each. Get down and get started. The ropes are over there when you do that.”

“Twenty?” He gasped.

“Yeah, before too long, you'll be expected to do a hundred, so get started.”

He got down and started doing his pushups first, and I got down with him. He was sloppy and loose, I made him correct his posture and positioning, barked at him to push harder and further, and within ten, he was sweating profusely. He almost did not make it to twenty, but I could tell he was going to give up, so I barked more and made him push to do the last few. We then did the same thing for situps, and he did them, though I had to correct his posture and positioning again. The jumping jacks he did quickly and easily, and then the skipping he did quickly, but sloppily as well. I guided him on this again.

“Okay, not bad for your first try. From now on, when I say rep, you drop and do that exactly. If you don't listen for some reason, I'll say rep, or if you're really not listening, I'll say two reps, which means you have to do that twice. Once I feel you're ready for it, you'll increase your rep to thirty, and then forty, all the way to a hundred. It'll take a month or more before that though, so you'll work into it slowly. With that being said though, you have to do it as precisely as you just learned, don't forget. I'll always have a rope with me too.”

From there we headed to the firing range. I went to the cabinet and grabbed a twenty two caliber pistol and checked it over, loaded it, and then took Josh to the firing station.

“Okay. This is one of the smallest real guns you can shoot. This gun isn't usually big enough to kill a person, unless you get a lucky shot, however, you won't make any friends either. At all times when in the firing range, absolute obedience is mandatory, failure to comply with any rule will result in a minimum of ten reps, understood.”

“Yes.” He gasped.

“Good. Now, watch and listen.” I said as I went over everything that he would need to know about using a hand gun. I told him how to aim, how to fire, and most importantly, how to breathe. I emptied the clip into the target, getting excellent grouping right in the bulls eye. I pulled the target paper back and put a new one on, then sent it back again. I then taught Josh how to reload the gun.

“Okay, now, your turn. Remember everything I taught you, and don't try for anything fancy, just slow and easy, don't try and take several shots in a row like I did, you won't be able to do that yet, and you could hurt yourself.”

He gulped again, took the gun, then proceeded to stand and hold it exactly as shown, then he took a breath, let it out slowly, and squeezed the trigger softly, exactly as I had told him. His first shot was pretty impressive, considering that he had never fired a gun in his life, he had managed to get the second ring out from the bulls eye. His second was right above that, and only an inch away from the bulls eye. He aimed again, and this time he hit dead centre. It was a seven shot clip, and he emptied it, all the rest of the shots hitting bulls eye. He laid the gun down after removing the clip, then turned to me and smiled.

“Very good. You have excellent control. Now, reload as I showed you, send a new target down, and try again.”

We did this four more times, and his grouping was almost perfect, he was already damn near a sharp shooter. As we went though, I kept sending the target out a little further, so that by the time his last set was done, he was at the range distance maximum. Every time his first couple shots were off slightly, but then he ranged in and found his mark.

“Excellent, you're well on your way to becoming a marksman for sure. As the weapons get larger though, they become harder to handle, and the further away you get, the harder it becomes still. Now, onto something that'll really make you sweat. Come on.”

I led Josh to the barn and then had him stand in the centre. I put a blindfold on him, and then spun him around.

“Okay, now, the point of this exercise is to see everything possible. When I tell you to do so, you're to take off your blindfold and look straight ahead. See everything that's in your field of vision. I'll give you five seconds. When I say time, you put the blindfold back on, and then tell me absolutely everything that was in your field of vision.”

“Okay.”

“Just for a glimpse of the future, everything that you miss, you get to do one rep, so don't miss anything.”

He gulped once again. He knew his memory was good, but he had never been tested in such a way before. I told him to remove his blindfold, then counted to five, and told him to put it back on again, and he did. I then asked him to describe everything that he could see, and he did pretty good.

“Not bad for a first try, but let's see if you got any finer details. What colour are the horses hooves directly in front of you?”

“Um, looked like three black and one brown.”

“Good. How many light fixtures are on the ceiling in your field of vision?”

“Four.”

“Okay, and what kind are they?”

“I don't know what you mean.”

“Are they bare bulbs, are they enclosed, are they old style bulbs or are they the newer twist style CFL's.”

“Oh, I see. They're uncovered twist bulbs.”

“Good. How many slats are on the rail fence?”

“Um, shoot, six, I think.”

“Yes. And last one for now, is the horse in front of you shod or not.”

“Um, I'm not even sure how to tell something like that.”

“Oh, okay, I guess you can't be faulted for that. Then another. Approximately how much hay is on the floor in the horses stable.”

“I'd say roughly three centimeters.”

“I'd call it closer to two, so half rep. Go ahead and do ten of everything.”

“Um, the ground's really dirty though.”

“So. You think that this is the worst mess you'll ever get into here?”

“I'm guessing no.”

“I'm betting no, now down or it'll be two reps.”

He got down and did his half rep as required, finishing off with the jumping jacks again.

“Okay, that was pretty good. Now, for the same exercise, so blindfold on.”

As soon as he had it on, I spun him again and made him do the exact same things all over again. We did this two more times, and each time I made sure that he did at least a half rep, but I tried for a full.

From there we went to the obstacle course and I had him run the tires for half an hour. For anyone who has not seen this, it is simple enough. Just twenty tires laid flat on the ground, offset from each one beside it, but all of them touching, and you have to run through them, not touching the tires themselves. For someone as small as Josh, this is a major challenge, but at least I had a smaller version of this and he was not having to use the adult course, or he would never have made it. He did start to slow down, so as an added encouragement, I removed his diaper and smacked his ass. The faster he went, the less it hurt.

“Ooh, babies bum sure is looking red.” I said once he was done.

“That bloody well hurt.”

“I expect it did. Made you go faster though, didn't it. So, which hurts more, your back or your bum.”

“My bum.”

“Then, in the future, go faster.”

“I'm getting really tired, any chance of a break and maybe something to drink?”

“Drink yes, break, no. You do need a fresh diaper though, and so do I, so let's go take care of that right now.”

We stopped in the kitchen and got a good drink of water, then headed to the bedroom to get diapered. I laid down first once again, and for some strange reason, Josh did not try and jack me off. They were all the same, he was still mad at me, so why would he make me feel good. I hid a smile, I knew what he was thinking. When it was his turn, I slipped his diaper underneath him and then lotioned him up and started spreading the cream again.

“Okay, now for another exercise. This will probably be one of the hardest things you've done all day. Harder even than your hot little cocklett. You see the clock there, you have to hold off your orgasm for ten minutes, starting the second it switches to the next number. Failure to hold it in will result in two reps being required. You have to try and hold it in, I have to try and make you cum. Ready, set...........go.”

As soon as it switched, I started jacking Josh off, making him moan and sigh. He was watching the clock, trying hard to pay attention to it, and not the incredible feelings that I was causing to course through his young body. Not only was I jacking him off though, but I was petting his balls, rubbing his perineum, tickling his head, I was doing it all. He was trying so hard though, and he was doing so well, but I had practiced this so often, that he really did not have a hope in hell of winning. With that being said though, he lasted a hair over nine minutes before he exploded. He lasted longer than any other boy had for their first time.

“Not bad, you almost did it. Let me tape you up, and then go ahead and do your two reps.”

It took him several minutes, but he did his reps without a word. He was so torn at the moment, anger or bliss, both were fighting him right now. Like I told him, sex is a powerful tool, and it can be used on young boys every bit as much as adults.

“You did well there. I know you have conflicted emotions. On one hand, I'm causing you to be very tired and sore, but on the other hand, I'm causing you to feel incredibly good. Just remember, everything you feel can and will be used against you.”

“That wasn't fair though, you knew I couldn't hold on.”

“Who said life's fair. No one, that's who. There is no such thing as fair, fair is a stupid mans ideology, there is only have or have not, give or give not, to be or not to be. No one's ever gonna have everything he wants or needs, someone's always gonna have more or better than you, that's just the way it is. Once you accept that, then you can live freely. Yes, I admit, I knew you wouldn't be able to hold on for ten minutes, no boy's ever held on for that long for their first try, though you did last a lot longer than most, but that's why you have to be in control. I'm gonna do that to you at least two or three times a day by the way. Once you make ten minutes, then I bump you to eleven, then twelve, so on and so forth, you get the idea. The whole point of the exercise is to give you staying power. Not only does it feel so good, but it gives you power over the men and boys you'll have sex with. Just wait 'til the first time I have my dick deep inside your ass and I'm jacking you off like that. I'm gonna make you hold off for as long as you can, and I'm gonna make you cum as many times as I possibly can, and I'm gonna try my best to make you pass out. It'll be your job to not pass out, not go soft, to keep on going.”

“That sounds both amazing and horrible at the same time.”

“Oh, and so much more too. Trust me, it can be so horribly wonderful all at the same time. The last boy I had here, he left just after he turned fourteen, and he had incredible stamina, every bit as good as I have, and we'd last half an hour before cumming, and we came fourteen times for our best session. By then, we were both so fucking wasted we both passed out. Took us over four hours though.”

“Not sure I could do anything of the sort.”

“Oh, but you will, eventually.”

It was getting close to lunch time, so we went and had some lunch, then headed back to the gazebo for more martial arts. We practiced for another hour, and I was making him move more and faster now, really pushing him. From there we went back to the barn and I had him go through more concentration exercises. After that I had him write an essay while blindfolded as I was firing questions at him. This was a new one for him, he had never even dreamed of doing such a thing before, but, he did pretty well actually. He had to do five more reps in this time, and he was doing surprisingly well.

We went and had dinner, then we needed diaper changes again, and I jacked Josh off once more, while making him hold on. He still did not make it to ten minutes, but he lasted a few seconds longer than the last time. He did his rep without a word, and then we went and did more martial arts again.

Josh started to complain about being tired and wanting to go to bed by 2000 hours, but I told him that bedtime was not until 2200 hours, and that he had to stay awake and working until that time. So, I pushed him harder, made him do more reps, made him concentrate on seeing things more, made him push for more. Every time he complained, I said rep, and then, at just about 2130 hours, he snapped.

“No, I won't do anything fucking more, fuck off, I can't do any more.”

“You just earned yourself five reps, or a hundred spanks to your bare bum, which would you rather.” I smiled warmly to him. All kids were the same, they would eventually snap, and then when given the ultimatum, they always chose the reps. I have yet to have one not snap at me by the end of the first day.

“Fuck you, spank me then, I can't do any more.” He glared at me defiantly, then ripped off his diaper and presented his bare bum.

Well, call me shocked, he really was tired. I almost laughed, but I went and grabbed him, then held him firmly as I started smacking his bum. I was not hitting him hard, he would be good and red by the time I was done, but he would not be damaged at all. He would be a bit sore from it, but not too bad. I could feel him crying, I could feel the sobs rack his body, I could feel the tears rolling down my side because of the way I had him pinned to my body, but he did not make a sound. Never once did he ask me to stop, he never cried out, he just took his punishment like a man. I have had to spank numerous boys over the years, it can be a surprisingly effective method with hot headed boys, but he was the first to not even make a sound. I counted it down, and when I reached one hundred, I stopped, then dropped to my knees and pulled him tightly to me and hugged him like he deserved.

When I did that, he broke down into large pitiful sobs, crying, saying he was sorry. I had to hold him for almost ten minutes as he cried out years of pain and torture.

“You took that very well. I never enjoy spanking anyone, most especially a beautiful baby boy, but sometimes it's required. You understand, of course, why I had to do it, and I hope that in the future you remember this and just do as you're told to do. You're nowhere near your limits yet, I'm too good to push you past them, so stop thinking about it and just do as you're told, okay.”

“I understand, and thanks.”

“Thanks for what?”

“Your hugging me when it was done. It made me feel loved. I've been spanked, lots, and no one ever made me feel loved. I know I was wrong, but I'm so tired, I wasn't thinking.”

“And that's when you have to concentrate more. Are you telling me, though, that foster parents have spanked you? You've been in foster care your whole life, so it had to be foster parents.”

“A couple, yes, but baby sitters, older brothers or sisters, anyone that was bigger than me who thought I was nothing but a filthy animal for wearing diapers.”

“I'll never spank you for that, here that's celebrated. Why should wearing diapers be a bad thing I say, I think it's wondrous myself. However, disobeying a direct order may result in that in the future. You have to remember, I am your superior officer here, your trainer, and you do have to do as I say. As for foster parents spanking you, I'm reasonably certain that they haven't been allowed to do that for longer than you've been alive, so they need to be punished. I want their names.”

He told me the ones who had spanked him, I memorized that for later use.

“Okay, it's getting pretty close to bed time, so let's go get our baby bums diapered and ready for bed.”

“You're gonna jack me off again, aren't you?” He asked.

“Do you want me to?”

“No, but I know you're gonna anyway, aren't you?”

“As a matter of fact, yes, I am. And you have to try and stay awake too. Granted, I'm gonna jack you off for as long as I can, I'm gonna try and make you pass out, you have to work past your weariness and your pain, enjoy the pleasure, but don't let it overwhelm you. Should you pass out, I'll wake you in an extra mean way in the morning.”

“Crap. What do you consider extra mean, because I thought the air horn was already extra mean?”

“Oh, that's my friendly wake up. You don't really wanna see mean, and certainly not extra mean. However, it'll be a surprise should you pass out.”

“Crap, you may as well just wake me up like that then, because I know you're gonna work to make me pass out, I know I'm too tired to stay awake for too much longer, especially if you jack me off.”

“You have to hold off for at least ten minutes each, and two orgasms, if you pass out before your second orgasm, you get extra mean, but if you're still awake for your third, or more, and you pass out during them, no extra punishments will be doled out. However, you do have to hold off for ten minutes still, you get one rep if you don't.”

“Crap.” He said, but laid on the bed.

Josh was so tired though that ten minutes passed before he came for his first time, and he was actually almost half soft already. I was doing everything in my power though to make him cum. I kept on stroking him though, even though he was only half hard, and made him cum once more. I could see that he was fading, I could see it in his eyes that he was trying with everything he had to hold on and stay awake and to hold off his orgasm for ten minutes. He made it though, and crashed into a second orgasm. He stayed awake, though how, even I had no idea, but he went totally soft, and nothing I could do would make him hard again, and then he passed out. I lotioned and creamed him up thickly before putting him into his diaper, and then I changed myself.

I went and grabbed my computer, and started doing some research. The names that Josh had given to me I was now finding out all I could. One of the families was already out of the business for just that sort of thing, while the other was still fostering, so I sent in a formal complaint to their superiors, giving an anonymous complaint about possible abuse. If Josh was the only one, it might not do anything, but it would be looked into. I then decided to check the news to see what they were saying about Mitchel's death, and it was what I expected.

They said that he had committed suicide, his social worker said that he had been highly depressed, that he blamed himself for not getting the poor boy the help he needed. The one thing, though, that I never found, was any report saying that the body was missing. No one wanted to admit that they had lost the body of a nine year old orphan suicide victim, that was just not good for anyone. It was always the same, and they never really looked either. No one really cared in the end, because they did not have to pay for a funeral service.

The entire first week that I had Josh was the same, I kept him right on the brink of complete and total exhaustion, and he had broken down several times. When offered ten reps or a hundred spanks, for some strange reason, he always chose the spanks. I have now bumped him up to thirty for his reps though, and twelve minutes for holding on while jacking off, and he has only jacked me off twice this week. All of this was about as normal as can be for young boys.

Still, I have not even started training Josh's cute little baby bum, but that is to come, soon. He is doing surprisingly well, considering all that he is going through. Target practice I have him learning all the different hand guns, he is now up to a green belt, approximately, in his martial arts training, and his concentration when I make him look and truly see is getting almost scary good, well beyond his age and practice, and damn near as good as me.

So far, other than the very first night, I have not allowed Josh to rest in the least, and I fully expect him to go into a full melt down soon. That is more than normal, it is expected, yet he has lasted almost two days longer than most do. I need to get him to that point, to the point where he's willing to do anything to rest, to the point that, even during a spanking, he will pass out.

“Come on, ten more pushups, and then the rest of your rep, you can do it.” I said, he was getting there, I could see it. We were only an hour after lunch, and he had just earned three reps, but he was only just into his second, and he had stopped, his arms were shaking so bad he looked like he was having a seizure, and sweat was just pouring down his face.

Then he collapsed and passed out. I had got him to the point he needed to be at. I knew it was coming, and I had a special surprise for him. I went and grabbed the bucket of ice water, and dumped it over him. He jolted awake, screaming at the top of his lungs, calling me every dirty word he had ever heard before, though he was just yelling random swear words at me, making no sense, whatsoever. I smacked him across the face, not hard, but more than hard enough for him to get his bearings and to look at me. The look he was giving me was beyond murderous.

“Ooh, you hate me, don't you?” I smiled warmly to him.

“Yes, I wanna knock that smug fucking smile off your ugly fucking face.”

“Good. Are you mad yet?”

“I'm pissed off.”

“Good. What would you do right now to be allowed the rest of the day off.”

“Name the person you need killed.”

“Mitchel.”

“He's already dead.”

“He's supposed to be, but he's still in there, fighting. You're Josh, you're a spy, you're master of your body and mind, now, finish your reps.”

“No, fuck you.”

“No, well then, assume the position. How many should I give you today?”

“As many as you can give me, I'm not doing anything else.”

“Okay, as you wish.” He said and ripped off his diaper and stormed to my side.

I made my grin even larger than normal. I hated what I was about to do, but he needed this. I grabbed him, hugged him tight to my side, holding strong, because this time he was going to fight. The first smack, he winced and yelped, this time I hit him at full strength, and he felt that. The second, to his other cheek this time, was every bit as hard, and he grunted. He still said nothing, but I kept going, and he would grunt or whimper with every hit. I did not even hit fifty when he caved.

“Oh god, stop, you're killing me. I'll do my reps, please, just stop.” He begged, crying huge pitiful sobs now.

“No, you told me to give you as many as I can give you, and I'm gonna too. My hand's only just starting to hurt, I figure I have another hundred in me before I have to stop. How many do you have left in you though?” I barked.

“No, you can't do this any more, please, stop, I'm begging you. I'll do anything, just stop spanking me.” He wailed. I continued though, I got ten more hits before he just stopped; crying, fighting me, whimpering, but I could tell he was still awake. I could still feel the tears rolling down my side.

“There, now you can finish your reps.” I said, he had finally broken.

He got down and continued where he left off on his pushups. The look of his poor bum made me nearly sick. It was so bruised now it was going to be black and blue and probably purple too. When he started doing his situps, he grunted and groaned the entire time, because every time he sat up, it killed his aching young backside. The jumping jacks and the jump rope were almost easy, but then he had to do it all over again, and he was in agony. He said nothing, he glared at me the entire time, but he did them perfectly. As soon as he was done, he dropped the rope and I went forth. I hugged him tight to me and he broke down, crying huge pitiful sobs again. I held him close until he settled down.

“I'm so sorry that I had to do that to you, but you know why I did, don't you?”

“Yes, you're trying to break me, kinda like a horse or a slave.”

“Exactly. I think Mitchel's finally dead though. Now you're Josh, and nothing can hurt you. You hate me right now, and that's good. Are you willing to do what I tell you, though, from now on, to prevent that from ever happening again?”

“Yes.” He said, shuddering in my arms.

“Good. I hated doing that to you, really I did, but you weren't letting me take control, you have to do so or it'll only get worse. When I see that you've had enough, I'll back you off, when I see that you're too tired, I'll tell you to go to bed, when I see that you're hungry or thirsty, I'll tell you to eat or drink. No, you're not a horse, nor a slave, but you do have to hand over your life to me, so that I can reshape it into Josh, the spy. Can you do that?”

“Yes.”

“Good. Now, we need to get you inside for a fresh diaper, a drink, and then we can come back out and do something else.”

“Okay, but do you have anything I can put on my bum, it really hurts?”

“Do you think you deserve it?”

“If I answer yes to that, I'm not gonna get it, am I?” He asked, shoulders slumped.

“Depends. What do you think I wanna hear right now?”

“I don't deserve it, I deserve to feel the pain, because I deserved the spanking.” He said, knowing it was true, but knowing he would not get the relief he so dearly wanted.

“That's right. Now, come on, let's go get you a fresh diaper.”

As soon as we made it to the bedroom, Josh went and laid on the bed, while I went and grabbed all that was needed. Today there was lube in the assortment as well, though I was hiding it from josh. I slipped the diaper under him, lotioned and creamed him, and then started jacking him off.

“I bet that feels good, doesn't it Baby?”

“Yes.” He panted.

“Good, you have to hold for twelve minutes, and today, I'm gonna make you do it twice in a row again. We're also gonna start something new, something I know you've dreamed about.” I said. I had already coated my finger in lube, though he had not seen me do so.

I worked my middle finger of my left hand into the cleft of his hot little baby bum, and started tickling his little entrance. He started panting more, and then I slipped the finger inside, pushing gently, but firmly, until my entire finger was inside him. He gasped deeply, panted more, and then he started rocking on my finger. I started moving it in time with my jacking, and within just a minute, I was fingering him lightly as I was jacking him off.

“How does that feel?”

“Fuuuuuuck me, so gooooooood.”

Over the past week I had slowly encouraged Josh to say his feelings, use the dirty words, and he was enjoying it.

“That's good Baby, all gay baby boys enjoy getting their baby bums finger fucked. Should I go deeper, longer?”

“Oh yes, fuck me deeper, longer, jack my baby cock, so good.”

I pulled almost all the way out this time, then pushed it all the way back in, timing my stroking perfectly. Josh was rising fast though, and he did not even make it to ten minutes before he came.

“Wow, it was so good, almost too much.”

“I know, hop down and give me one rep, then we'll continue.”

He hopped off the bed and gave me the one rep as fast as he could. For someone who was in so much pain and so tired, he was sure happy to get that done, so that he could get it again. I did not make him wait for it either, as soon as he was laying back down, I inserted my freshly lubed finger back inside him, latched back onto his steel hard little boy spike, and started stroking him again.

This time he lasted eleven minutes, then did his rep, and then asked me to do it again. I was only too happy to do so, and made him cum again almost thirteen minutes later. Finally I diapered him up.

“Wow, that was so fucking amazing. I never knew anything could feel so good.”

“Just wait 'til I have my diapered dick buried deep inside you, fucking you 'til I cum in you, and even when I piss in you, then I'll piss fuck you like you wouldn't believe. You'll have to be diapered for that, but that's half the fun.”

“I can't wait.” He groaned, and I saw his hot little diapered erection pulse again, even though he was so tired.

“I know. You and I are so much alike in that way. I'm every bit as insatiable as you are, I need to be fucked, I crave it.”

“And I haven't even jacked you off lately.” He said, looking clearly ashamed of himself.

“Don't worry, I've understood why.”

“Doesn't make it right though. Lay down, I have to change your diaper anyway, so I'll jack you off as well, and can I put my finger inside you too?”

“Okay, for sure.”

We traded places and Josh started by removing my soggy diaper and then cleaning me up. He slipped my fresh diaper under me, then grabbed the lotion and got me nicely lotioned, then creamed, and I was already very hard. He grabbed the lube next and got his middle finger covered, and then proceeded to slip it inside me. Given that his finger is so small, and I am more than accustomed to being penetrated, he was able to quickly and easily insert his entire finger inside me.

Josh started jacking me off and fingering me at the same pace and I was enjoying myself a great deal. Josh is amazingly tender and loving, and I am finding myself rising quite quickly to my peak. I was not going to let myself go though, not for at least fifteen minutes, I wanted to enjoy myself immensely, and Josh sure seemed to be enjoying himself as well. I lasted almost sixteen minutes, but, when I came, even I damn near blacked out, it was so amazing. Shots one through four hit my face, the second of which went right in my mouth, and then the last four shots hit my chest and stomach. I oozed a few more pulses worth over Josh's stroking fingers, and he rubbed it into my skin.

“I'm gonna go a second time.” He said, and then kept right on going.

I was definitely okay with this, I had trained myself to be able to take ten or more orgasms in a row, if I had to, but I preferred two to three, anything more and it just became painful, still good, but painful. I lasted just a hair over fifteen minutes this time, and I came hard again. Only, this time, I did not hit my face, nor did I cum quite as much.

“Okay, I think that's good for now, go ahead and tape me up.” I said, panting more than even I am used to.

Josh said nothing, just removed his hands from their play toys, wiped them off on the inside of my diaper, and then proceeded to pull it up and tape it closed. I sighed audibly, I never feel truly good unless I am in a diaper.

“Thank you, that was very nice.”

“Mmmhmm.” He sighed deeply.

“What would you like to do now?”

“You know what I want, but what do you want me to do?” He asked, he was getting smarter.

“Good boy. Push the pain and the weariness aside, you're getting stronger. Let's go work on some brain exercises.”

This time I took him to the basement and handed him the blindfold. There is a huge amount to see down here, so it would tax Josh a great deal to see all that could be seen. We went through his set a total of six times, and each time he was given one rep to do, but by the end, he was glaring at me, and his arms were shaking so bad again he was about to collapse.

“Okay, you've had enough, go ahead and get up, let's go make and eat dinner.”

“Thanks.”

“You're welcome. You reached your limit, I promised I'd never push you beyond that, but you worked through your pain and anger and channeled it into doing what you were supposed to be doing. Now that you can do that, now that you're letting your head be in control, then the rest will be easy.”

“Hah, easy, I wish.”

“Fair enough, okay, easier then.”

“I doubt that too.”

I just smiled to him. We got to the kitchen and I had Josh help me to make dinner, even though he was very tired and sore. His hunger though was greater than any mere trifle like pain and weariness, because he worked quickly and efficiently at every job I tasked him with. Before too long we were sitting down to eat a good meal. Once done, we cleaned up.

“Okay, now for something new, and mostly fun.” I said as we were heading out of the house.

“What?” Josh asked.

“Horseback riding. You need to learn, and now's as good a time as any.”

“Okay.”

I failed to mention though that we would be riding bareback, which is, without a doubt, the hardest way to not only ride, but, more importantly, to learn. Most of my horses have never even felt a saddle or a bit, they are strictly rope trained, however, they are all very spirited animals as well. Three of them are rescued race horses(the only horses I own that had ever felt a saddle of any sort), the rest are pure bred stallions. Most people can not ride them, because they do not give the horses the respect they deserve, nor the firm guidance that they need. My horses were trained to appreciate power.

“So, how do we saddle them, and where are the saddles anyway, I've never seen them?”

“No saddles, just a rope, you, and the horse, nothing more, nothing less.”

“Um, why?”

“More natural. And let's face it, if you're in an emergency situation and have to take off on a horse, do you think that the horse is gonna be saddled and ready to go?”

“Um, no, but why would you ever have to take off on a horse?” He asked in shock.

“I have several times. Horses are amazingly great get away modes of transportation. They can go more places than any car, are way faster than any human, and they're a great deal of fun to ride. Now, given that this is your first time, your legs might get rubbed a bit raw, and that sore baby bum of yours probably isn't gonna like it much, but at least you're wearing a soggy diaper to help that a bit. You'll have to deal with it though. Another thing, these horses only respect one thing, power. You have to control them, if you don't, they'll control you, usually by throwing you over their heads. Their bridles are already attached, all you have to do is clip the ropes to their bridles, jump on, grip with your knees, and tell them what you want. If you say walk, they'll walk, if you say run, they'll run, if you say flee, you'd best be holding on damn tight.”

“I'm not so sure about this.”

“It's attitude like that that'll get you thrown. You will do this, and why?”

“Because, I have to, and I want to as well.”

“Good. Here's your ropes, go ahead and choose your horse.”

“Which one's the nicest?”

“Do you believe I'd point out the nicest?”

“No, I wanted you to point to the one you said was the nicest, then I'd choose a different one, because I know you well enough by now to know you would've given me the meanest bastard that'd just as soon throw me as carry me.”

“Good, now you're thinking like a spy. What makes you think that any of them won't do that?”

“I'm pretty certain right now that they all will, but there's gotta be at least one that's somewhat nicer than the rest.”

“There is. It's your job to find him.”

He gave me a harrumph and went about choosing the horse he wanted. He had met them several times already, but he had never really gotten too close to them. He knew the basics of dealing with them, so he used that knowledge and went about choosing his horse. He stuck his hand into every pen and let the horses come to him. Several did not come to him, but most did. He then went about petting each one, and only three allowed him more than just a cursory pat. Then he chose the one he wanted, and I damn near laughed, but I kept my face neutral.

“Okay, here's your ropes, enter his pen and clip them onto his bridle.” I said, and handed them over. I took the other pair and went and chose mine. I tried to choose a different one every time. Josh got him attached, and then led him out. He followed, but was reluctant. Then the horse stopped, half way out of the pen and shook his head. I knew this was coming. Josh just turned and looked at the horse, yanked his ropes, and barked at him.

“Look here, you're a horse, your job is to be ridden, I am your rider, it is your job to let me, if you don't, I will whip you with these ropes, and if you throw me, I will personally gut you and make glue from your hooves, understood.”

I damn near laughed out loud, but the horse listened and followed him out like an obedient puppy.

“Very good. Now, considering you're simply too small to get on him yourself, you're gonna need to lead him to the rails to get up. Once you get the hang of it, you can usually jump up and on, but, for now, just use the rails.”

I showed him how I got up on my horse, and then he led his to the rails and climbed up.

“Okay, at least you climbed on the right way. Some end up facing the tail.”

“Really, who'd be so stupid as to do that?”

“Me. Did it the first time I rode, but it was saddled, and I put the wrong foot in the stirrup. Not a mistake I ever made again. Lots do that though, so don't laugh.”

“Not laughing.” He said, trying not to crack a smile.

“Good, I'd hate to have to punish you for laughing at me.”

“Right, I'll remember that.”

“You better. Now, follow me.”

“And how, exactly, do I do that. I've never ridden a horse, remember, you have to tell me at least a little something.”

“Tell him to follow me.”

“Okay.” He said, rolling his eyes at me, thinking that I was mental, but he should probably have realized that long before now.

I led the way out of the barn and Josh said follow, and his horse did so, obediently. I was amazed. My horses know not to throw anyone in the barn, I did not want anyone getting seriously hurt after all, but usually they just refuse to move at all. Clearly Josh had made an impression on him. Once we were out to the riding ring, I told both horses to stop. I turned to face Josh and his horse.

“Okay, there are any number of ways to control a horse, you have to know them all. These horses accept both verbal and non verbal commands, I'll show you the non verbal ones, since the verbal ones are pretty self explanatory.”

I taught him everything, showing him how to do so and what would happen when they did, and then I went through teaching him how to properly direct a horse. I even had him drop his reins and guide his horse by his mane, since, once again, horses that we commandeered rarely, if ever have reins attached, so, he needed to know this as well.

“Okay, those are the basics, now, go ahead and just start by walking your horse, get the feel for him, let him get the feel for you, don't let him throw you, and have fun.”

“Okay.” He said to me, then patted his horse on the neck and leaned down and spoke to him. I was close enough that I heard though. He said, “Okay, you know the drill, listen to me and I don't kill you. Don't listen to me, though, and I'll kill you with my bare hands, I'll run you down 'til you can't run any more. Now, make like a good horse and let's go.”

He gave the non verbal command for just a gentle walk and led his horse around as if he had been doing it for years. He was directing him perfectly, and I called out a few minutes later to go for a trot, so he commanded his horse to trot. He let out a small yell and giggle and enjoyed himself. Then, on his own, Josh said run, so his horse ran. Josh, as he was proving with many other things, is a natural. He is gripping his knees perfectly, he is crouched low over his horses neck, he is moving with his horse, instead of being bounced all over the place, and it appeared as if they were both having a good time. I decided to join them and really let our horses run.

I yelled out faster, and both horses took the command and opened up their throttles to maximum horse power. Anyone who has never ridden a horse before can simply not understand why cars are measured in horse power. There is simply nothing on this planet more free than riding a horse who can open up like that and ride like the wind. We allowed the horses to really run for almost half an hour, and by the time I knew the horses were getting winded, I could see blood trickling down Josh's legs, he had rubbed himself so raw.

“Okay, let's get in and get the horses a treat and a rub down.”

“Okay.”

When we made it to the barn, Josh hopped down from his horse, then promptly collapsed to the ground, he wailed in utter agony, and then it must have been too much, because he passed out. I was actually shocked. Then I looked to his legs, and my god, they were like ground meat. He had been having so much fun, that he had not even felt that, and that was amazing. I went and grabbed the first aid kit and proceeded to clean his wounds, then I applied some good healing cream and a very thick layer of gauze. All the while, the horses were standing there watching, not moving at all, they had not been given permission, so they knew not to move.

I laid a blanket on a few bales of hay, then picked Josh up and laid him down on that, and then went and took care of the horses. I washed them, gave them an apple, then rubbed them down. They would likely go to their massage and brush station themselves as well, but I liked to give them the more personal touch in thanks for letting me ride them, it is the respectful thing to do, after all.

Once the horses were taken care of, I picked up Josh and carried him all the way to the house and to our bedroom. I doubted very seriously that he would wake up any time soon. He was so exhausted and in so much pain, that his mind had shut down. I quickly took care of changing both his and my diapers, then positioned him for sleeping and covered him up gently. I then went and took care of other business, since there was still almost a couple hours until bedtime for me.