Date: Thu, 28 Sep 2000 15:45:14 EDT
From: Derrick482@aol.com
Subject: Caught and Controlled Part 2

Caught and Controlled 2

Jane sat back in her chair, coffee in hand taking in the sight of the new
trainee. She had dismissed from her mind the fact that he was her step son.
All feeling of affection she had for him was now filed somewhere else in her
mind. It was his own request to enter the world he had chosen. She was now
one of his teachers and a good one. It was easy for her to switch herself off
to any sexual feelings even the sight of the naked boy she was now
humiliating. But envied Steve, knowing the pleasures that awaited him.

Jane and Steve were both gay. The relationship she and Steve had in the
beginning was a pretence and had both now accepted and were happy to exist as
man and wife but doing there own thing within their special group of friends.

She continued to look Paul's naked body over. She could see the humiliation
in his eyes as Steve's touches were causing his cock to stiffen and thicken.
She was pleased with his size as this would be key to her plans. She
continued to take in his body. It was quite athletic from all the sport and
swimming he did. The dark circles surrounding them emphasised his nipples
that were now standing proud from his taught pectoral muscles then on down to
the crease of flesh across his tense abdomen which half hid his belly button.
She followed the trail of brown hair back down again to his pubic bush and
the thrust forward hips.  At that moment Steve had reached between the boys
legs. Paul's balls rested in the palm of Steve's hand which he pushed forward
and up to give Jane a better view and as a final touch he curled a finger
back to spread apart the two spheres enclosed in the taught bag of skin. The
boys ball sack swung a few times when Steve let it go.

She was enjoying Paul's humiliation but her mind was busy planning her part
in the few days ahead which would be crucial to the boys training. Do you
think you will be able to handle pain? Steve asked as he took one of Paul's
erect nipples and gave it a quick squeeze that caused the boy to wince and
gasp. Yeeesss sir! came the reply. You will now go to the shower and bathe. I
shall be there in eight minutes. Do not use any hot water! Now go! Paul made
for the door. Stop! Paul stopped in his tracks. I will expect to see you in
the same state of arousal when I get there do you understand? Yes, sir! he
replied. Now go!

When Steve entered the bathroom he could see that the boy had run the shower
at half power, at least he was thinking on his feet. He could also see that
his right arm was moving in a regular pattern, his hand working to keep his
cock erect as the naked slender body shook under the constant flow of cold
water. Had it been winter the water would have been icy cold. He jumped when
Steve's voice sounded telling him to turn the water off and turn around. In
desperation he still continued to pull at his cock. When ordered to let it go
it stuck out from his groin, it looked red and sore to Steve which pleased
him. The little hand towel Steve had given him soon became soaked as he tried
to dry himself. As further humiliation he told him to pass the wet towel
between his legs and draw it back and forth over his erect cock and balls,
only allowed to stop when the tears ran from his eyes.

Steve told him that at anytime he was naked and told to wait he was to wank
himself to a full erection then hold the foreskin back until told to relax
when he was to place his feet shoulder width apart, look straight ahead and
grasp his hands behind him rested above his buttocks so as not to cover them
from the view of anyone who wanted to look at them. The instructions were
confirmed with the usual yes sir! Go to your room and wait! Steve ordered.
The boy was gone. Steve allowed two minutes before entering the room. Steve's
cock hardened when he saw Paul wanking himself. He had visualised it many
times when he had seen him in his tiny running shorts and shirtless, but had
to wait for the boy to declare his desires before what he visualised could
become reality.

Relax! Steve said in a low voice. Paul assumed the position as instructed.
Steve stood just behind and to the side of the boy so that he could not see
the look of pleasure on his face. He wanted to take the stiff cock and
continue to bring him to climax but he knew he could not. Not at this point.
He watched as the small drop of pre cum oozed from the slit at its tip. He
then looked at the shaft, at the tender red flesh below the shaft, still sore
from the rough towelling he had made Paul inflict on himself.

Steve told him that he would be going with Jane into Garston to buy new
clothes. Garston was a good shopping town about sixty miles away. The reason
being that the chances of people knowing them would be pretty slim. Steve
found Paul's black training shoes, pale blue cotton Adidas track bottoms and
a white tee shirt, no underwear. Placing them on the bed he instructed Paul
to dress only in the items on the bed and be in the kitchen in ten minutes.
Steve and Jane waited for Paul to appear as they sat drinking coffee.

Paul arrived in good time. His brown hair now dry and brushed so as to frame
his face. Jane said, I think we will have to pay a visit to the barber in
Garston and have your hair cut. Paul had spent hours in the past year getting
his hair style right. He did not relish the thought of now having it cut. She
went on. New school uniform, swimming costume, underwear. In fact, she said,
a complete new wardrobe. While we are gone Steve is going to re arrange your
bedroom for you to make it appropriate for your new life style.

It was getting hotter by the minute. She made Paul remove his tee shirt
before they got into the car. The whole mood had changed as Jane played a
cassette of sultry music. No conversation took place as they drove to
Garston. Paul felt strange as he sat silent. His upper body naked to passers
bye as they drove slowly through the traffic in the busy town. He noticed how
people would look, even stare at him because of his state of undress. He was
just thankful that Steve had let him wear his track bottoms.

The air was cold as he got out of the car. The multi-storey car park was
shaded. The cold causing Paul's nipples to stand erect and his body to break
out in goose pimples. He gripped the tee shirt in his right hand as he had
not been told to put it back on. Jane could see that his eyes were asking for
permission to do so. She locked the car and ordered Paul to her. Taking hold
of the track bottoms she pulled the waist down slightly, just sufficient to
expose the trail of hair that ran from his naval. The sun was welcome on his
chilled body as they entered the main shopping street. He could feel the eyes
of girls, women and men and other boys staring at him as they passed. Jane
was not phased at all by anything. In fact the more attention they got the
more determined it made her. She knew that the fact that the boy wore nothing
under his track bottoms gave more emphasis to his buttocks as the thin
material clung to them. She also new that his cock would swing as he walked
causing the tender head to rub against the thin material and that any sign of
an erection would protrude and be noticeable to anyone who new anything about
a boys anatomy.

It was just after 10am when they arrived at the barber shop. She was greeted
on entering by one of the two barber's. He Addressed her as Miss Jane. He was
average height, around thirty very slim short black hair and obviously gay.
He gave Paul a glowing smile as his eyes fixed to the half naked beauty that
stood before him. Without her asking he gave Jane a portfolio of the latest
hair styles suitable to her needs. Paul still stood as he waited for Jane's
instruction. Clive, as was his name invited Jane and the boy to go through to
the private salon assuring Jane that he would soon be finished with his
customer.

In just under four minutes Clive was in the private salon. This, she said to
Clive in a matter of fact manner is Paul. Yes, miss Jane he said. His
presence has been observed in the locality and I am pleased that you grace us
with him. I think this one! she said, offering the portfolio back to clive.
Oh such a perfect choice for him. Clive beckoned Paul to sit in the chair.
would you like to waive payment on this occasion Miss Jane? He said taking
the hair proof cape from it's hook. Very well Clive she replied. He replaced
the cape on it's hook. She instructed Paul to keep his eyes closed and sat
watching as Clive set to work on the boys groomed mop of brown hair.

Paul could only feel the chunks of his hair fall onto his naked torso. His
shoulders, chest and back were soon covered in the brown locks. The hum of
the electric clippers and the way they pressed against his scalp spelt doom
for his long locks which began to pile in his lap. The busy clipping of the
scissors stopped. On completion her approval was asked for and given. Paul
was instructed to open his eyes. His hair had been cut with a number two
cutter which had left it cropped all over with the exception of the hairline
which had been left in a long crop and about two inches wide. Jane was
pleased with the result. Ensure all the hair is removed Clive! she
instructed, we have other shops to visit. Oh yes Miss Jane he replied
eagerly. Taking payment, he told Paul to stand up and away from the chair.
The locks of hair falling to the floor as he did so.

The soft brush gently brushed the hairs from the boys face then moved slowly
down to his shoulders, arms and then lingered as it swiped each nipple
several times and on down to the abdomen. Moving to the boys rear while
keeping his palm on the firm young stomach Clive brushed with sharp flicking
movements as he pressed a finger tip into the cute hole of the boys belly
button making him wince. Once Paul's naked torso was hair free Clive began on
the track bottoms working the brush over each of the firm boy mounds until
not a hair could be seen. Clive knelt in front of Paul as he flicked at the
hair on the front of his track bottoms also using his fingers to pick at the
more stubborn ones just to disguise his efforts to feel the boys cock and
balls. The attention his body had received from the brush and Clive's fingers
had been enough to arouse him and he could feel his stiffening cock press
against the material. Clive was starting to enjoy himself when Jane
interrupted.

Sporting his new haircut, Paul followed behind Jane as they left the barbers.
The obvious slight bulge he still sported pleased her. Clive had obviously
enjoyed taking his payment, he had gone straight into his private office
before they were even out of the shop.

They walked around the town for almost an hour. Paul was not permitted to put
his tee shirt on when they had entered not a restaurant but a cafe which she
knew would be full with rough workmen who had an eye for a young lad.
Especially one who was displaying his body like she was making Paul display
his. After coffee and a sandwich she instructed Paul to go to the toilet
before they went to the next shop then sat and watched the two burly builders
that followed close behind him. The two men returned before Paul. Some
moments later he returned. She immediately noticed the slight bulge in the
front of his track bottoms. She stood and indicated for him to go ahead of
her to leave the cafe, pleased when she spotted the cement powder on the back
of the track bottoms.

They entered the sport shop. Jane led the way to the rear of the shop where
the male teen section was. Jane began sliding the hangers of Speedo swim
trunks along the rail as she looked at the different designs. Two more teen
boys were in the area, one with his parents the other with his mother. The
parents were clasping a variety of new school kit they had selected for
purchase. A middle aged male assistant enquired of Jane if she needed any
help. Yes, She said. I would like a pair of pale blue Speedo's for this young
man, indicating to Paul. The assistant opened a long counter drawer and
produced several packets of the required item which he placed on the counter.
He took several sizes from their packets. Jane was not interested in cost,
the practical use of the item or even the right colour. Only the size at that
moment in time was her main interest. She selected a pair. Could he try them
on? Yes, certainly provided he keeps his underwear on the assistant replied.
Oh! she said, we might have a problem there. It happened that the other
shoppers were right next to Paul. Are you wearing underpants Paul? She knew
by his body language and the lost look in his eyes that he wanted the earth
to part and swallow him up. In front of everyone he said no. She told him to
try on the pair that she passed to him and return with them on, at the same
time assuring the assistant that she would purchase them. After a short time
Paul reappeared wearing just the Speedo's. They were a perfect tight fit. The
assistant had complimented her on her estimation. In front of the other
customers who were looking at, or making sideways glances at the boy in his
pale blue Speedo's she walked up to him untied the draw cord of the costume
and put her hand in the front of them and adjusted his cock and balls pulling
his balls up so that they bulged in the front and laying his cock at an angle
so that the shape could be clearly seen right there in front of everyone
making sure that she pulled waistband far enough from his body so as to
reveal his pubic bush. Then she pushed the back panel in between his boy
mounds He wanted to die there and then from the humiliation as he saw the
faces of the customers and especially the two teen boys. She made him turn
and twist, raise his arms and bend over. She could see that the assistant was
getting aroused from the sight of the nearly naked boy and the ample bulge of
his balls and cock which were defined through the thin blue material. She
made Paul remain in the Speedo's as she asked to see a selection of running
shorts for him. She selected a pair of black ones with the sides of the legs
open almost to the waist. She told Paul to change out of the Speedo's into
them and again return to the shop. Within minutes Paul returned wearing the
running shorts. He stood with his hands behind him as Jane and the assistant
looked at him as she made him turn around and show how they fitted. Jane
reached into the open leg slit and squeezed his cock and balls then stated
for all to hear that there was too much support in the inner pants and that
they would have to be removed.

I shall take the two items, she told the assistant. Certainly miss Jane. She
watched for any reaction from Paul when he had said miss Jane. There had been
none or, if he had noticed it he did not let on. Would you like to pay in the
normal manner miss? Very well if you would prefer. The assistant beamed an
approving smile. Paul! yes miss! go to the changing room remove the shorts
and wait! Wait registered with him as she had said to remove the shorts first
which would leave him naked. He went to the changing cubicle removed the
shorts and began wanking himself as he had been instructed to do by Steve.

He did not look up when the cubicle curtain was pulled open. He recognised
the lower half of the assistants body and could see the bulge in the front of
his trousers. Now erect Paul drew the skin back from his cock and held it
taught so that the assistant could look at his naked body and tender rigid
cock. He heard Janes voice call, relax! he adopted the prescribed position.
The assistant was able to see the two firm boy buttocks in the reflection of
the dressing mirror but his main attention was on the boys cock that was now
becoming limp at which point Paul again began wanking himself off much to the
assistants delight. She new the assistant had been well paid by the erection
in his trousers as she told Paul to dress and return to the shop with the
Speedo's and shorts. The assistant held the door open as they both left. Paul
remained shirtless.

The bulge in the front of Paul's track bottoms was still evident. What
delighted her more was the wet patch that had begun to show from the pre cum
that had he had produced, knowing that it would be noticed by passers bye.
She continued to parade her charge around the town. His heart raced as they
approached McDonald's. He could feel the eyes of a group of young teen's
watching him as they passed by.

To Paul's relief they now entered a side street and into a shop. The shop was
still in the old english style of polished oak fittings, mirrors and glass
display cabinets. The walls were covered with rail upon rail of school
uniforms. Blazers in every colour imaginable, trousers in every shade of grey
and rack upon rack of ties. The assistant behind the counter looked like he
was in his first job since school. A fresh faced slim blonde boy with hazel
eyes, dressed immaculately. White shirt, red tie, dark grey trousers with
knife edge creases that broke exactly on the bridge of the highly polished
black shoes all complimented with a black narrow lapelled unbuttoned jacket.
There were no other customers in the shop but the assistant chose not to
speak and continued to place packets of underwear into the oak shelving.

Jane spoke, somewhat annoyed. Where is Mr green? He is in the stock room. His
voice sounded as if it had not or was never going to break.  No miss, madam
or acknowledgement of any sort accompanied his reply. raising her voice she
requested the boy to inform him that she wished to see him. He did not have
to. The sound of her voice was enough to bring the overweight and waistcoated
Mr green into their presence. Miss Jane he stammered. How nice to see you
again. Roy! He said turning to the assistant. Why did you not tell me that
Miss Jane was here? The boy had been briefed on the important customers that
he was to keep an eye out for, even shown photo's so that he could recognise
them. On this occasion he had not. Mr Green! Jane began.  Is this boy yours?
Yes, miss Jane, I am sorry he was obviously not paying attention. She could
read the alarm in his face and eyes as she did with the boy who had now
realised who he had not shown respect to. Is Robert still in your employ.
Yes, Miss Jane he is in the stock room. Good! she replied he will be needed!
With that remark Green looked at Roy and shook his head in resignation.

This is Paul. I would like him to be fitted with the usual uniform. Have him
fitted and ready for me to inspect when I return. I have to obtain a few
items. She glared at the young assistant as she spoke. She left the shop. The
door almost falling off of its hinges as she slammed it behind her. She just
caught the first words of Mr Green as he started to chastise Roy.

Jane had not rushed, stopping for coffee in between visits to various shops.
An hour should be long enough she thought as she made her way back to the
shop. On entering she looked straight at Roy who was looking quite
apprehensive. Robert was by his side. Robert was twenty four, slim, short
dark hair and brown eyes with clear boyish features. He also wore the same
attire as Roy. Robert she said. Miss Jane, how nice to see you again he said
bowing slightly. Respect at last she thought to herself. Where is Paul? At
that precise moment Mr Green entered followed by Paul. Stunning, she said
with a sigh. Paul wore school uniform. White shirt, black clip on tie, black
blazer and black short trousers, black knee length socks turned over at the
top. He wore no shoes. Remove the blazer. Paul obeyed. The shirt was totally
sleeveless leaving his arms bare, false buttons concealed the press studs up
the front. The black shorts hugged his hips and were especially cut with the
legs level with his groin but not tight to his thighs. The idea being that a
boys underwear could be seen from various angles when he was made to sit,
crouch or bend over. Jane could see the white of the underpants that Paul now
wore. She walked around him very pleased with the way the shorts hugged his
buttocks while the rear seem was drawn in tight between them and the bulge in
the front was lifted and pushed out. Good! she said turning to Green. Pack
the uniform.

She placed the brown carrier bag on the counter as Paul went to the dressing
room to take off the uniform. Her attention now turned to the young
assistant. Who having witnessed the power she exuded did not know where to
look. Mr Green I think it is about closing time for the moment. Yes, miss
Jane he said moving to lock the shop door and display the closed sign. She
led the way, followed by Green, Robert and Roy. At that moment Paul
reappeared with the uniform neatly folded and dressed as before. He was
instructed to place the clothes on the counter and follow them.

Jane led the way into a room that was only too familiar to Robert and Green.
Once they had all entered Robert closed the door behind them. Paul stood back
against the wall and watched as Jane took to the middle of the polished
wooden floor. You! here! she commanded pointing to the young assistant and
then to the floor in front of her. He stepped forward. She gave Robert the
bag to hold. Now boy! How long have you been the responsibility of Mr Green?
Two years Miss Jane. Ah! you have remembered my name she said mockingly. How
old are you? Seventeen Miss Jane. She thought how much younger he looked than
paul more fifteen. Each time he spoke she detected a slight tremble in his
voice. She was well acquainted with the nervous voices of boys who were about
to be chastised by her. She placed a finger under his smooth chin and raised
his head so as to look into his brown eyes while her other hand brushed
through his blond hair. She went on. You have been under the control and
guidance of Mr Green for two years and yet when I entered this establishment
you failed to recognise me or even show any respect to us as customers. Yes
Miss, sorry miss. Her hand was lightening fast as it swiped his left cheek
raising red finger prints. The three onlookers winced at the crack as the
hand had struck. You have not learned very much or, Mr green is not teaching
you correctly. Mr Green! she spoke softly. I am waiting for some visitors
could you open the door slightly and listen out for their knock on the door.
Yes, Miss Jane his voice full of tension.  Turning back to Roy she told him
to place his hands behind his head with his legs slightly apart, he quickly
obeyed. The movement had caused the jacket to lift clear of his lower body
and the trousers to draw tighter around his hips and across his buttocks
which pressed out and up. Good that is ideal she said reaching into the
carrier bag held by Robert. She removed from it a length of white three core
electrical flex. Winding it around her right hand she spoke to the boy again
saying that from today he would never ever forget her or her name for the
rest of his life. The scream was ear shattering as the first stroke of the
cable landed across his boy mounds he tried to maintain his position but the
pain was so severe that he grasped his fiery buttocks and moved away.  Jane
was not swayed from the task she flayed away at his behind then anywhere that
she could strike. The boy began begging for her to stop only to increase her
determination. He was crying loudly now as each blow struck him. Jane stopped
and dropped the flex to the floor. Realising the thrashing had stopped he
crawled to her feet and implored her forgiveness as he sniffled and grovelled.

Mr Green spoke cautiously. Miss Jane! There is a knock at the shop door...?