Date: Mon, 25 Sep 2000 15:10:27 EDT
From: Derrick482@aol.com
Subject: Caught and Controlled

This is a story about a young man who knew what he wanted. He simply did not
realise that help to find the way was so close to hand. Purely by accident
did he discover this help. Help that would structure his immediate and future
life.

All characters are fictional. This is only a story, designed to give pleasure
to those to whom it will appeal. It involves a man/boy relationships in the
form of training. Bondage humiliation, male sex: Anal, Oral. Also the odd
female. If you want to read a good well written story read on.
If you read Stately Servitude and enjoyed it I will say no more.

This story I would like to dedicate to two good (reader) Friends in the USA.
Hal! and Boy Joy (Chicago)

Any comments will be welcome. Advice/story line help will also be most
welcome. Derrick482@aol.com

Caught and Controlled


Paul Lyle was just an ordinary, almost sixteen year old. A middle of the road
sort of boy who was neither quiet or stood out from the crowd. He was just a
regular all round sort of guy who played sport, liked dancing, girls and the
occasional beer, didn't smoke or take anything more than aspirin. Standing at
5'8" and at just ten stone (140lbs) his mop of dark brown collar length dark
brown hair accentuated his other facial hair and brown eyes. His high cheek
bones he inherited from his mother along with his pearly white strong teeth.
all in all his features were about perfect. When he was fourteen he had been
allowed to have his left ear pierced through which had been placed a black
onyx stud.

Paul was probably quite unusual to the point that he had two step parents.
Somehow during his young lifetime his birth parents had gone off with new
partners and he had ended up with Steve and Jane who to him were his parents
although he did call them by their names Steve was 40 and Jane just turned
36. The family home was a small holding in the country. The area was really
quiet. The nearest neighbour half a mile away. Steve ran the home and
business on a daily basis while Jane worked as a nurse at the local medical
centre about 3 miles away. They would entertain friends and do most things
that families did. To subsidise the business they would take in guests to
make use of the two spare bedrooms and bring in the extra money needed to
keep things turning over. The facilities were pretty basic for visitors as
they would have to share the family bathroom which could be a bit hectic on
school days for Paul. On most days if there were guests staying he would have
to be up early to get in and finish showering before they got up.

Things were going to be quiet for the first two weeks of the six week school
holidays. No rooms were booked so Steve and Jane decided to take a long
weekend away to visit friends. They were more than confident to let Paul look
after things just for a couple of days. Having said there farewells Paul
returned to the house. He took a cold beer from the fridge and sat in the
garden taking in the afternoon sun. Being so hot he pulled off his tee shirt
and sat barefoot looking to the bottom of the garden as his fingers played
with the cord knot at the waist of his black cargo pants and focused on
Steve's workshop. Steve had asked him not to go in it and that if he needed
anything like tools to do a job or anything else all he had to do was ask.

After his second beer Paul took the bunch of keys from the key press in the
out house and made off down to the workshop. The well oiled lock opened with
ease. This was the first time that he had entered the workshop by himself,
for whatever reason he had in the past to go in there Steve would have been
with him. Every tool was in its place. Something that had always caught his
eye was the padlock on the bench drawer.

During the journey Steve mentioned to Jane that he had left the bunch of
master keys in the outhouse but after a short discussion they decided that
they had sufficient trust in Paul not to use them and anyway what need would
he have to use them. Steve only had one concern but got it out of his mind
and didn't want to concern himself with something that might not even happen.

Paul found the key to the small lock and opened it. The well waxed drawer
runs glided easily as he pulled it open. Placing the lock and keys on the
bench top he reached into the drawer and took hold of the large heavy brown
envelope that filled it. The flap of the envelope was held closed by a green
india tag. Returning to the garden seat he placed the envelope on the table
and sipped from the beer can. He unwound the green lace of the india tag and
pulled open the flap of the envelope. Gardening magazines. Practical
Gardener, Your Garden. He let the Envelope slip to the floor as he maintained
his grasp on two of the magazines.

He flipped open the front cover of a copy of Practical Gardener. What came
into his view was nothing to do with gardening. The blown up picture on the
front cover showed a naked youth kneeling down. His groin area covered by an
advert balloon. Eyes closed tight and a ball gag in his mouth. A thick
leather collar around his neck. One nipple covered by another advert and the
other nipple in the grip of a clothes peg. Shoulders drawn back as his hands
were fixed behind his back.

Opening the magazine Paul felt light headed as he took in the pictures. Page
after page of young men and youths in all kinds of bondage poses. Fixed to X
Frames, chained to ceilings, floors. All manner of clamps and straps fastened
to every conceivable part of their anatomies. Erect young cocks being teased
and tortured by masked leather clad older men. Everything he had ever
imagined in his own fantasies were now in picture form in front of him.
What he had only thought of as a fantasy was really happening out there in
the world and he knew in his own mind that he wanted to be in that world.

Picking up the other magazine he found more of the same this time some of the
pictures showed men and women teams dealing with the enslaved youths. Paul's
cock had grown hard in an instant. He stood up and walked back into the
workshop. He caught his own reflection in the old dressing mirror that Steve
had mounted on the window wall. Gazing at his naked torso he began to compare
his slender physique with some of the boys in the magazines. He observed the
bulge in the front of his cargo's, caressed it through the soft material then
ran his fingers up and over his tanned skin he pinched each firm nipple in
turn to see what kind of pain he could inflict on himself. Then he placed the
magazines down on the work bench. Standing fully in front of the mirror he
reached with both arms above his head and gripped onto the ladder that Steve
had stored in the beams. He observed as in the photo's how his own abdomen
became more slender as his chest was drawn up higher. He began to imagine all
manner of things being done to him as he hung there.

He let go of the ladder and glanced around the workroom. Some lengths of
steel chain hung from a nail. The steel links were cold against his skin as
he wrapped them around himself, criss crossing them over his chest, over each
shoulder and finally tying them off around his slender waist. He looked at
himself in the mirror and felt his cock jolt at the vision he saw. An old dog
collar hung from a beam. This he took and placed it around his neck. He fixed
it so that it gently cut into him. he turned his head from side to side to
see how it looked on him. Standing with his legs apart he pulled hard on the
chains to make the links press into his skin enjoying the sight of the marks
that they left on him. He put his hands behind his back, pretending that he
was chained and defenceless. He saw Jane's bowl of clothes pegs on the work
top. In his frenzied state he took two of them and placed them on his
nipples. The pain was bearable as he again pretended to be bound and helpless.

He now yanked at the cord tie of his cargo pants as he imagined strange hands
attacking him he observed his white briefs now showing above the top of the
cargo's. Each time he attacked himself he pulled the cargo's and his
underpants down a few more inches each time placing his hands behind him and
pretending to struggle. Turning now he could see his boy mounds half exposed,
the skin paler than his tanned top half. Again he pulled at his clothing
pulling the material down now to fully expose his boy mounds and his ample
dark brown pubic bush. He pretended to fight to maintain his modesty as one
hand pulled at the cargo's and briefs while the other tried to pull them back
up. He let go with one hand and with a swift downward movement his cock
sprung free. He returned his hands behind him as he tossed and pulled against
the invisible hands that held him as he watched himself and introduced soft
moans. He saw the pre cum at the tip of his erect six inch boy flesh which
was at least three inches in circumference the swollen bulb had been exposed
as the material was drawn down. His frenzy was more heightened as his low
hanging very ample balls brushed against the waist of the material around his
thighs. Thrusting his hips forward he tensed his abdomen and began to stroke
his throbbing cock. As he worked on himself a length of chain slipped down
and hung rubbing against his cock. Taking the chain he wrapped it around his
balls, passed it up between his legs and into the valley of his tight bum
where he clenched it tight so that it pulled his balls back and his cock
down. Just the sight of his chained balls and body caused him to shudder as
spurt after spurt of his boy juices splattered against the mirror.

Coming back to reality the chain began to feel cold against his hot body. He
did not bother to wipe the thread of cum from his cock as he pulled his pants
and cargo's back up and unwound the chain from himself. He replaced the dog
collar, pegs and chain where he had found them. He then observed the marks
the chain had left on him. He replaced one of the magazines in the envelope
and placed it back in the drawer which he locked. He would return later to
clean off the mirror. He locked the workshop and replaced the keys in the
press. He sat back in the garden with his beer going over the scenario. He
had never been so excited and cum so explosively ever.

He must have drained himself off every drop of cum as he lay in bed looking
at the magazine he had kept out. The pile of tissues on the floor bore
evidence of that. He had slept well and woke at around 10am on the saturday
morning which was bright and sunny. He could hear music playing very low but
did not recall leaving anything on before he had gone to bed. He was still
naked from his night of self abuse his underpants and pyjamas lay on the
carpet with the pile of discarded white tissues. Moving from the bed he put
the magazine on top of his wardrobe and went to look from the window. His
heart skipped a beat in fact several beats when he saw the family car back in
the driveway. He pulled on his underpants and pyjamas.

He had made his way tentatively down the stairs then walked brazenly into the
kitchen. the floor was cold on his bare feet. Hello! he said seeing Steve and
Jane sat eating breakfast. They said hello and went on to explain that the
car had started to overheat and decided not to risk continuing the journey
and drove back home in short stages allowing the engine to cool off. Steve
was going to take a look at it later. Paul could only think of the workshop
as he was told to sit down and join them. He had to clean the mirror and oh
no! the magazine. How would he get it back without Steve knowing and what
with him going to look at the car he was bound to go into the workshop? Panic
was about to set in when Jane said that a friend from work was going to take
them shopping at 11am as they would now need more food for themselves.

As Paul reached for the marmalade Steve noticed the red line on the side of
Paul's neck. What have you been up to there then? he said reaching out to
pull open the collar of Paul's pyjama top and then noticing the fading
bruises and marks on his shoulder and breast. Paul thought quickly. Oh that!
oh a friend was over and we did a bit of pretend wrestling in the garden. We
had a beer each I hope that was ok! Jane said that he should be more careful
as she rubbed a concerned finger over the marks. Off the hook again Paul
smugly thought to himself. They conversed more and then the car horn sounded
out side. Ok boy! were off. See you in about two hours maybe you could give
me a hand put the car up on the ramps. Yeh, ok! said Paul in silent relief.
As soon as they were gone he flew up to his room. Grabbed the magazine and
tissues. He flushed the tissues down the loo. Shot down to the outhouse to
collect the keys from the press missing them with the first grab. Stopping
and gathering his thoughts he went into Steve's small office. The pictures
were only black and white but still had their sharpness as the slow, old
copier churned out the three ages he had selected to copy.  The sharp
concrete path bit into the soles of his bare feet as he hobbled to the
workshop unlocked the drawer and replaced the magazine. He found a piece of
rag and wiped the still liquid cum from the mirror. Checking behind him as he
again locked the door and retraced his steps back to the house where he put
the keys back in the press.

Having calmed down and congratulating himself on his devious escapade he made
his way back to his room where he hid the three pages on top of his wardrobe
then Undressing he headed for a well needed shower.

Paul had lunch and had just finished tidying his room. He was just putting
his dirty clothes in the laundry basket when he heard the sound of the car
that had taken Steve and Jane shopping. During his shower Paul noticed that
the marks from the chains had become darker on his body as the bruises began
to draw out of his skin. To this end he had decided to wear his England
soccer shirt which with the collar turned up (as was the fashion) the marks
on his neck would be concealed. He chose to wear a pair of black running
shorts with the side slits of the legs cut almost to the waistband. Black
trainers and white soccer socks scrunched around his ankles.

Tea? he said greeting the shoppers as they came through the door. Oh great
boy, said Steve. Three mugs he said as Jane and the male friend followed him
in laden with the shopping bags. Paul turned away from them to fill the
kettle and get on with making the drinks. The three chatted away saying how
it was too hot for doing much with Steve going on about fixing the car. You
look cool Paul, said Ash, the friend observing how Paul was dressed when he
turned to put the three mugs on the table. Going for run Paul? questioned
Steve. No, Paul replied. I just thought I would wear something cool for
working outside.

Paul hovered around as the three adults continued to talk and drink the tea.
Finished, they got up, thanked Ash for the lift and saw him to his car saying
that they would see him again soon. That's a definite he said as he added a
goodbye to Paul. See you soon son and thanks for the tea. Paul nodded and
gave slight wave back as ash fired up the car. Jane returned to the house,
Steve exchanged a short chat with Ash who smiled at Steve and drove away with
one last pip of the car horn.

The phone rang in the hall. Paul rushed past Steve to answer it. Oh! just a
moment please he said. Handing the phone to Steve. It's someone called Dave.
Oh right! That's Joy's Dave the people we were going to visit probably
checking to see if we got back ok. Paul went back to the garden as Steve
talked on the phone. Sitting on the garden chair he went through things in
his mind going over again the things he had done. He was happy that he had
covered his tracks. He heard Steve loudly say goodbye and put the phone down.
Jane yelled that she was going to do the washing and if they had anything to
put it in the basket now. Right boy! let's get this car sorted. Paul pulled
the ramps from behind the workshop while Steve got the tool box from inside.
As Paul carried the first ramp it rested across the front of his bare thighs.
He brushed the rust deposits off his legs as he returned for the second one
while at the same time trying to see if there was any reaction from steve in
the workshop. There wasn't. Steve heard Paul curse and came out to see what
was up. Paul had let the ramp slip down his thighs causing instant red scrape
marks. Wow! you do mark easily Paul no wonder you were marked from your play
wrestling. Paul had helped Steve to get the car onto the ramps and decided to
go to his room and play on his computer.

Paul could not concentrate. His cock was growing, creating a mound in the
front of the thin running shorts that were now open up each leg showing off
his thighs. All he could concentrate on were the images on top of his
wardrobe. If he had not put his briefs on under the shorts his cock would be
sticking out of the leg.

The rest of the day went slowly. Steve had fixed the car. Jane had done the
wash and now they were sat with a drink watching tv. Paul was not about to
sit through half an hour of news reports. Standing up he announced that he
was off to bed and lent forward to give Jane a good night peck on the cheek
and said goodnight to Steve. You should put something on those scratches Jane
said observing the red marks the ramp had left on his thighs. Yeh ok he said
and went up to his room.

He was soon in his pyjamas and in bed. Under the glow of his bedside light he
looked at the three pages of pictures. His wrist was aching after the third
time of Cummins. Exhausted he pushed the discarded tissues under his bed and
the three pages under his pillow. The pictures were fixed firmly in his mind
when he switched off the light of and settled down for the night.

Was he dreaming he thought as he felt something pulling at his arm? As he
rolled onto his back his eyes were met by the brightness of the table lamp
bursting into life. Eyes half open he pushed himself up the bed, resting his
head back against the cast iron scrolled bedhead. Focused now he saw Steve
sit down on the edge of his bed. What's the matter Steve? he asked? I think
we need to talk about something Paul, a serious tone to his voice. I had
wondered when or if the time would come for this conversation. You are a
smart kid, good at things, sport, making friends and good looking to top it
all. We, Jane and I trust you and would hope you trust us. We have our
secrets. As adults we are entitled to them and so are you. You are not our
son but the next best thing but recent events have caused me, us to take this
course.

He was taken aback when he felt Steve's hand move to rest on the bed covers
on his thigh and gently squeeze it. He went on. We have noticed things
happening and want to get to the root of it. Steve drew a chair towards him
out of the dark of the room. On it was a small holdall. Unzipping it he
removed from it, to Paul's surprise three links of steel chain and placed it
directly on the bed in the well formed between Paul's legs. Steve started at
the top button of the boys pyjama jacket and unbuttoned it all the way down.
You see Paul I was suspicious when I first saw the marks inside the top of
your shirt. They were familiar. He laid open the jacket baring Paul's upper
body. Picking up the chain links Paul watched then his abdomen twitched as
Steve placed the cold steel over the marks on him matching the pattern. They
slid down and rested on his naval when released from Steve's grip. Again
Steve reached into the bag. Paul's pulse raced when he saw the dog collar
emerge. Steve told him to sit up. He pushed the jacket from Paul's shoulders
leaving his upper body now exposed and almost face to face with him. Raising
the collar to the boys neck the marks on his neck matched exactly the width
of the collar and the point where the buckle had left its indentation. He
placed a hand on Paul's chest and pushed him back onto the pillows. Again the
hand dipped into the bag. Aghast now Paul could not believe that Steve now
held two pegs in his hand. The red marks around his nipples matched the pegs
exactly. Steve I........he was stopped in mid flow. Jane brought this to my
attention this morning. At this point Paul wanted a large hole to appear and
swallow him up. Steve had produced his white underpants. Jane said that she
had always noticed small dry stains on your underpants but when she felt the
cold wet on her hand when she was sorting the wash this morning she was more
than curious and showed me. Paul recalled that he had not wiped his cock
clean in his frenzy. Steve left them in the boys lap. And finally Steve
produced the bunch of master keys and small padlock that Paul recognised as
the one that was on the drawer. You see Paul everything matches. The keys you
put back on the wrong hook. The boy recalled how he had missed them when he
made the first grab. Steve had put them back on the right hook. The padlock,
you will notice, has a dragon engraved on it. This side is always face down
when I replace it. I found it upside down. Tell me Paul. Did you open the
brown envelope. You don't need to lie. I saw the splashes on the mirror. Paul
wriggled further up the bed until the white cord around the waist of his pj's
became visible. His movement also pushed the pillows up further. He saw Steve
glance down and a hand reach out to take hold of the corner of the paper that
stuck out from it. The three sheets slipped out of their hiding place. So,
that's it then.

Paul's eyes welled up with tears as he began blurting out his inner most
thoughts to Steve. How he knew he had feelings about things and how unsure he
was about them. How he was confused. How he knew what he wanted but had
nowhere to turn for advice. He sobbed as Steve placed a hand on his chest and
rubbed it in an effort to console him. Then brushed away the tears from his
eyes with windscreen wiper motions of his thumb. He knew the agonies that
Paul was going through.

Steve now produced a magazine. One he knew Paul had never seen. Placing it
across the boys lap he began to turn the pages. The shots of the young men
were so extreme as every form of bondage, humiliation and torture were
depicted in the turning pages. Is this what you want? Steve asked the sobbing
youth. Without further thought he said yes. Why? I don't know...I just feel
it is where I belong he uttered between sobs. For another fifteen minutes
Steve threw all kinds of questions at Paul. He needed to know, had to be sure
that the boy knew exactly what he wanted.

Paul had stopped sobbing now. He had opened up to Steve and had told him in
detail of how he had found the magazines and copied the pictures right up to
the point where he had cum all over the mirror and then his intention to
clean up and leave everything as he had found it until his plan was blown
apart by their early return.

If you want what you think you want and can prove it to us by next Tuesday we
will do everything we can to help you. Paul returned a half crying smile to
Steve. The fact that we are not your birth parents make it right and easier
for us. We have friends who will also be helping you and us. Think now before
you answer. If you are certain that this is the road you want to take just
say....I submit to you!.......because from that point on there will be no
turning back unless you want to give up and at which point you will have to
leave here.

It seemed an age before Paul responded. He raised his knees up to his chest.
Then straightened them back down the bed pushing the bed covers off of
himself with his feet. He closed his eyes tight........I submit to you! and
again this time with conviction as he looked Steve in the eyes........
I......... Submit ........to.........you! Steve smiled back a reassuring
smile.

Paul was made to stand up while Steve stripped away all of his bed clothes
leaving only the mattress on the cast iron frame. Steve turned his attention
to Paul after wrapping all the bedding into a bundle and throwing it outside
the bedroom door. Give me your pyjamas Steve commanded! Paul passed him the
jacket that only hung on his wrists anyway he then pulled at the draw cord
and the trousers fell to his ankles leaving him stood now only in his white
underpants. Since becoming aware of his developing body he had never been ben
seen by anyone at home in just his underwear. He had wandered from the
bathroom to his room and sometimes downstairs with a towel wrapped around him
but that was as far as he had dared to reveal his body to Steve and
especially Jane. Steve manhandled Paul onto the bare mattress and reached
into the bag to take from it the four pieces of rope. Paul's Ankles and
wrists were secured to each corner of the bed frame. Steve used tape from the
dispenser on the boy's computer desk to stick the three pages of pictures to
the wall against his bed. The cold night air invaded the room as Steve flung
the windows wide open. He gave the tethered youth one final glance as he
pulled the door shut behind him. Paul felt the cold night air on his body as
he drifted into sleep staring at the pictures on the wall and contemplated
his destiny.

He could just make out the clock face as he twisted his head around to focus
on the clock on the bedside table. 5.10am. The sun was up and the cold early
morning air filled the bedroom. All became again apparent to Paul as he saw
the pictures again in front of him. Lifting his head he looked down his body.
The usual early morning erection pressed against the scant white material
that was his only covering, only on this occasion there was going to be no
hand to relieve the pressure that had built up in his rigid cock and swollen
balls. His mind raced as he recalled the statement he had made to Steve.

Steve and Jane had a restless night, falling asleep in mid discussion. It was
5.30am when Paul's bedroom door opened. Steve entered. He wore only his blue
pyjama bottoms. He was quite slim and muscular and tanned from his hard work
on the small holding. His thick jet black hair and dark eyes complimented the
moustache he had grown recently. Paul was about to speak when Steve held a
finger up to stop him. You will speak only when asked a question or when you
wish to inform an instructor that you cannot comply. You have a lot to learn
so you had best concentrate on listening. When you do say yes or no you will
look the person directly in the eyes and always end with a firm Sir or Miss
irrespective of age or relationship. Do you understand?............
Yes,........Sir, Paul replied trying to get his tongue round the words that
were new to his way of thinking. Steve unfastened the boys wrists. Paul sat
up almost immediately and was taken by surprise as Steve grabbed his hair and
yanked him flat on his back. Did I tell you to get up? No....Sir! You will
only move on instruction. You are not allowed to make decisions for yourself
and will comply at once with any instruction or command you are given. Yes,
sir! again he was reprimanded. He had not been asked for a reply.

When his ankles had been released he was instructed to stand. The swelling
was still evident by the large bulge in his underpants which pleased Steve.
Go down to the kitchen. Dutifully he moved through the doorway ahead of Steve
and went down the stairs. Steve moved ahead of him and entered the kitchen
first. When Paul entered he saw Jane with her back to him. Steve just said
her name and she turned. Paul flushed red as he now stood before her almost
naked save for the small briefs. He watched as her eyes fell directly to his
swollen groin and then directly into his eyes. She sat down, as did Steve at
the kitchen table. The coffee smelled good as did the aroma of the toast that
had been cooked. Steve pointed to the floor indicating for Paul to move to
that spot. He now stood beside the table so that his still swollen groin was
at the same level as the table top. Stand astride and place your hands behind
your head! Steve commanded. Paul obeyed. Jane spoke. What is that inside your
underpants boy? His belly drew tighter as she stroked the fine hair that ran
from his belly button down and inside the waistband of his pants. Miss,
my...my..this was Jane he was talking to. The woman that was, had been his
confidant. Had cleaned and cooked for him, kissed him on birthdays and high
days, played and laughed with him and now he had learned that she had been
checking his soiled underwear and plotting his future. He stammered as he
said....my ... cock Miss. Is that all? she asked as she pushed a sharp finger
nail into his belly button. looking straight into her eyes he replied and my
balls Miss. Tell me, what is inside your balls boy? Seamen Miss. Seamen! she
replied. Don't you mean boy cum. Yes miss! he replied. Say it. Say I have boy
cum in my balls. He repeated it word for word. If anyone was a mistress of
humiliation it was her.

Are you hungry? Steve asked. Yes, Sir!........taking a piece of toast he
threw it to the floor. Then eat. Falling to the floor Paul took the toast and
ate it almost like a hamster. A drink Paul? yes please sir! The water was
cold as Steve emptied the contents of the jug over the kneeling boys head.
Jane smiled as it ran down his naked torso and soaked into his white pants
revealing the outline of the head of his cock.

Jane instructed him to stand with the front of his thighs touching the table.
Now, she said put your hand inside your underpants and tell me what you find.
Paul put his right hand into his briefs. Well!  she said. I am holding my
cock. Good! Now describe it because as you know I have never seen it. He
stammered out its dimensions to her. Is the foreskin drawn back? No miss. Do
it she commanded. She watched his hand move beneath the thin white material
then his face as he winced when the skin drew back over the head. What else
have you got in there? She watched his hand push down further. I am holding
my balls miss. Describe them to me. She made him fondle himself even more by
asking which side the largest one was on and delighted in watching him
squeeze himself to find the answer. Paul had never felt so much humiliation.

Jane! Steve asked. Did you say that you had not seen Paul's cock and balls?
That's right, this is the first time I have even seen him in just his briefs
and he always wears swim shorts for the beach or pool. Well, do you think
they are like he just described? I don't know, she replied. Why? she said
have you seen them? Paul's mind was in overdrive at the tone of the
conversation as he could only stand and listen. No! replied Steve. Come to
think of it I don't recall ever having seen Paul naked.

Did he refuse? What would be the penalty for failing to comply? Steve's order
to pull his briefs down resounded in his head. For a man, even Steve to see
his most intimate body area was one thing but for Jane to see them at such
close quarters was another. Steve had instructed him to remove his briefs,
stand with his legs apart, hands again behind his head with his groin thrust
forward and to focus on the wall directly in front of him. He slipped the
briefs down and off his feet then assumed the position as instructed. He was
so embarrassed at being now totally naked in front of them, knowing that they
were sat looking at his private body area and pubic mound and that he was
physically displaying himself. He felt fingers touch his hanging balls then
lift them to feel their weight then to the tip of his flaccid cock. He began
to get erect once the fingers touched the tender glans. Steve stood up and
moved behind him. Steve caressed the hair at the nape of the boys neck
knowing the effect this would have. Paul then felt Steve's hands run tiny
circles on his firm, tensed buttocks every sensation going straight to his
cock and balls.....

Part 2 to follow