Date: Sun, 22 Feb 2009 22:31:58 -0500 From: Jeff A Subject: Adnauseam's Emporium Adnauseam's Emporium a story by parrafan Disclaimer: A cursory glance will reveal that this story is obviously fiction, and in no way represents my personal views on anything. It is not for consumption by minors. Dedication: I dedicate this story to Yuri, who has given me so much. Adnauseam's Emporium "Ah! Greetings, friend, come in, come in - get yourself in out of that devilish wind. You must be my cousin's neighbour from the city, Mister Nildesperandum! Here you are, come stand a moment by the fire, that's the fellow. I'll hang your coat to let it dry, there, that will be snug and warm for you when you put it back on. Now I'll just get you something hot in a mug, to take the chill out of your bones...here we go, drink up, my good man." "What is that you say? What sort of place is this? Well, I shall be delighted to tell you. Sit for a moment, while you recover from your journey. Yes, go on, drink your broth, it will do you the world of good. Brewed it myself. Now, what you see around you is the sitting room of my establishment, Adnauseam's Emporium. I am Mister Adnauseam, as you surely know, and I have built this premises up from nothing, with my own two hands. You see, I am the village tortalier." "Eh? You sound puzzled - don't know what a tortalier is, I'll wager. You City folk, you've lost touch with your roots, that's your trouble. You think wine comes from barrels and beef steak from butcher's shops. Well, out here in the provinces, there are still many time-honoured trades that are plied by honest craftsmen such as myself, that you who live in your fashionable apartments in the City would no longer recognise. A tortalier is a manufacturer, nay, creator, of the instruments of torture." "Yes, I'm sure that comes as a surprise. But my dear fellow, everything that is made has a maker - no device simply pops into existence! Fletchers make bows and arrows; wainwrights make carts; chandlers make candles...and I make exquisite implements of torture." "Well of course there is a need for them! What a silly question! In the City, you have the convenience of a vigilant and well-equipped police force - and you pay higher taxes to support it, I dare say! Here in the country, we have only one sheriff, in a village of over one thousand souls! How is he to cope with so many potential villains? It is quite simple. Outside the boundaries of the City, different rules apply." "Oh, absolutely, my dear chap! We have discovered a most important principle of human nature, one which allows a single sheriff to adequately enforce law and order among so many hundreds. What is it? It is simpler than you would believe! It is the principle that well-trained children become law-abiding adults. Oh yes, the figures do not lie! It is an undeniable law of humankind! Here in the village of Caveatemptor, we have made the parents of every child they bring into the world completely responsible for all actions done by that child. And to support those parents, we have made every action done by a parent to his or her child completely legal. And that is where I - or rather, my creations - come in." "Why, of course I have children of my own! What a question! You shall meet them in due course, undoubtedly. I have two fine sons: the older one is...let me see... ah! yes, seventeen years, that is Adinfinitem, and the younger boy, he must be...what...eleven? No, twelve years is his age, that is Adastra. My, the years do fly by, do they not? I can still recall the day I made their mother pregnant, that was with my lovely daughter Bonavacantia, my first-born. She's married herself now, of course, married and moved away. The two boys are all I have left in the nest." "I can see you glancing towards that doorway. And your suspicions are correct: that is the door to my showroom, where the implements of correction are displayed...and demonstrated. Normally, the door is open, because my customers frequently do not have time to tarry in this sitting room - they have many tradesmen to visit, as I am but one among several who ply their trade in this street. I left it closed today to avoid embarrassing your City sensibilities. But when you have recovered from the chill of your journey, and finished your broth, we shall go forth and I will show you everything I have. I am expecting a few customers today- it is likely that you will even see some...demonstrations. No, no, do not worry yourself about that: I am sure your presence will not even be noticed. Let me take your empty mug." "All set? Then come this way, dear fellow, your education is about to begin. Careful how you go - I'll just open a few curtains and let in some light. I generally do not like to encourage gawkers to congregate around my windows, but it does make the room somewhat gloomy. Some visitors have remarked that it even gives the place the feeling of a dungeon, but I chuckle to myself that they have likely never visited a real dungeon, now have they?" "Ah, yes, here is as good a place to start as any - this is a device based on an original design of mine. I had the idea while watching the carpenter up the street use a sawhorse while cutting a piece of timber. I call it The Posture Pony, as it is not quite so big as a sawhorse. Oh, you are too kind; naming these objects is quite an art, and your amusement flatters me. I make it in several sizes, each one lovingly carved out of a single block of wood. Notice the bracelets on this side, they are for the hands, and these two widely-spaced fixtures on the other side are for the boy's ankles. When a boy is in position on the Pony, his posterior is most handsomely presented at the apex, legs spread, while his head is down the other side, unable to see the proceedings." "Of course, that model comes with either a complimentary whip, flail or cane, at the purchaser's option, and a ball-gag. Opinion is divided on the question of screaming: in the end it comes down to personal choice. If one has several children, the ball-gag is frequently left off, so that the howls of the boy being whipped serve as a salutary lesson to his brothers. But if a boy is an only child, his wails might merely be an annoyance for one's neighbours, or frighten the stock." "Now, over here is where I keep the hand-held implements, in these cupboards. Yes, there are usually kept closed, otherwise dust accumulates on the pieces, and poor Adinfinitem would have another chore to add to his busy agenda. But of course the boys help me in the shop - why ever wouldn't they? It is my secret hope that one day I can retire and one or both of the boys will follow in my footsteps. Perhaps I will change the name of the shop to "Adnauseam & Sons Discipline Emporium". Sounds rather grand, doesn't it?" "I notice you're rather taken by that flagellum, Mr Nildesperandum. Now that is a perfect example of what I have just been telling you. In other villages, where pride in one's work is much less evident, such objects are very shoddily made. Why, in some places, the leather cords are simply knotted to make the bumps! Now, for my flagellae, I use more traditional methods: my son Adastra goes into the forest and collects burrs, which he soaks in brine before roasting them on a grill. The little thorns are thus quite hard and resilient, and are then sown, one by one, into each leather thong. The thongs themselves have also been meticulously tanned and polished. Knots, indeed! When a boy has been whipped by one of my flagellae, he knows he's been whipped! Just the sight of it has been known to make burly teenagers bawl in terror! "Ah! That sounds like the front door - my first customer of the day! No, no, my dear sir, you'll be fine, believe me, no-one will concern themselves about your presence. Amuse yourself by inspecting the other implements in this cupboard, the canes, thumbscrews, whips, gags and so on, while I attend to business." "Ah, Mistress Almamater! So good to see you! My, but you are looking awfully well today! And I see you've brought along one of your sons, now, don't tell me, I'll get it...this one is...Delectatio! I knew it as soon as I saw his flaxen hair - I believe your other son Dulcepericulum has hair with a little more ginger in it, am I right? Of course, takes after his father. Now were you just looking today, or did you have something particular in mind that I can show you - a nice whip for young Delectatio's bottom, perhaps, or maybe a discreet ballcrusher for Dulcepericulum?" "You have a discerning eye, Mistress Almamater, the Posture Pony is one of my best sellers - every one of them hand-made on the premises, of course, with a lifetime guarantee. I was just now showing it to my friend from the City, Mister Nildesperandum. Perhaps you would like a demonstration? Would you like me to fasten young Delectatio to it, or should I call for one of my sons to take the part of demonstratee? As you wish! Perhaps you would like a glass of tea in the kitchen while I strap him onto the device, which will take but a few minutes." "Adinfinitem! Come here! Ah, there you are, son; please take Mistress Almamater to the kitchen with you and make her a pot of tea, while I attach her boy to the Pony, there's a good lad. I'll call you when we're ready. Mister Nildesperandum, here is a good opportunity for you to see how this device is operated. First, we take the little chap's tunic off, that's it, just unlace the collar and cuffs and slip it over his head, yes, that kind of fine hair does tend to go everywhere, doesn't it. Now, boy, bend over the device and put your hands into these shackles - it's all right, they adjust at the wrists, I'll do that for you." "Now, at this point, Mister Nildesperandum, I suggest a ball-gag from the cupboard - one of the ones you were inspecting earlier should be of a suitable size. We wouldn't want Mistress Almamater's tea to be interrupted by the shrieks of her nine-year-old here, now would we? It unclips at the back, you see? Then the ball goes in his mouth, like so...and then the leather strap clips back together behind his head! Excellent. Now for the rest of him!" "Before shackling his ankles, we must remove his britches. I'll just reach around the front and unlace them, and now it's simply a matter of pulling them all the way down...and off! These lace pantaloons can be removed as well - it appears that Mistress Almamater has been spoiling her son by permitting him to wear them. Off they go! Now, before we affix the ankles, we must ensure that the boy's cock and balls are not crushed under his hips - that would not do! I do not wish my devices to get a reputation as emasculators - unless I intend them to be, of course! Just pull them downwards between his thighs, there's a good chap! As you can see, once the boy's ankles and wrists are secured, his wriggling and jerking about avails him naught - he is fully immobilised." "What a delightful bottom young Delectatio has! Firm, narrow, and unblemished! See how the Pony makes the lad's posterior stick right up in the air? Yes, by all means, run your hands over his cheeks, and you can judge for yourself how securely he mounts the Pony. Hmm, I can see that Mistress Almamater has been far too lenient with the boy. He flinches at the slightest touch, and there are no scars whatsoever on his buttocks or upper thighs. Hand me that flagellum, would you my good man? Perhaps a couple of practice strokes are called for. One! Two! Look at those weals come up!Three! Well, maybe one more?" "Now you can see the result of a properly-administered whipping - see the criss-cross pattern, going from one cheek right over to the other one? And these little indentations made by the burrs? Do you know, I can tell when one of my own flagellae have been used on a boy's asscheeks just by looking at the distance between the indentations and the width of the thongmarks? Oh, it's an art. An art, I tell you." "I'll wager you a crown that this boy is a virgin. Oh, I can always tell. Let me lick my finger and insert it up his nicely positioned asshole, that's a sure determinant. See how his back rears up against my finger? Notice the way his thighs try to clench as I push the finger deeper still? Oh, I must have this boy, Mister Nildesperandum. The flaring red marks of the flagellum across his comely ass have inflamed my senses! Please, take the flagellum as I unbind my britches. There! You see? My cock springs forth, already hard! Now, to part his little cheeks, and...thus! My prick invades his boyish sanctum! I wish I could remove the ball-gag and hear his wails, but we must be cognizant of our surroundings! His anus clenches at my rod, even as I plunge into its depths! I am sure I will not last even thirty strokes! Oh, yes, Mister Nildesperandum. Yes, he is magnificent, a fighter all the way. Oh, yes! Utterly divine! Oh, my word! Oh, I'm seeing stars, oh, oh, ahhh!" "Now we have the problem of leakage from his asshole - my discharge, and perhaps a little of his blood. But I have solved this on many previous occasions: would you be so kind as to find a buttplug in the cupboard - about the length of your thumb will be sufficient - why, thank you sir, that will do most admirably. Now, to insert, wipe off his thighs, and...Oh, Adinfinitem? Would you bring Mistress Almamater back in here please?" "Ah, Mistress Almamater, I trust you are refreshed, and that Adinfinitem has looked after you satisfactorily? Excellent. Now, young Delectatio has been strapped onto the Pony - would you like to give his bare bottom a few strokes, to see whether you are satisfied with the fit? Mister Nildesperandum, please hand Mistress Almamater the flagellum, there's a good fellow." "Oh, my dear Mistress Almamater, that will not do at all! I'm sure the poor boy hardly felt those lashes! You must not allow your maternal feelings, admirable as they may be, to get in the way of administering a proficient flogging! Your son would not thank you for it - he expects to be thrashed, and you must not let him down! Please, let my son perform the task - he has big strong arms and shoulders!" "You see the difference that practice, and a little upper body strength makes? Notice how Adinfinitem shortened his stroke, to allow the end of the thongs to curl around your son's bottom and strike the back of his scrotum and the underside of his penis? Real artistry. I'm sure you saw that he also changed the angle of his arm, so as to make every fourth or fifth stroke fall exactly in the crack between his cheeks." "Oh, that little object protruding from his anus? It is a buttplug, Mistress Almamater, an essential in cases like this - it prevents the boy from assaulting you with his flatulence while he is being disciplined. It comes with the Pony, with my compliments, as does the flagellum." "I'm so glad we could do business today, Mistress Almamater. I'm sure you won't be disappointed in your purchase. The mere sight of it should be enough to bring young Delectatio to heel. Incidentally, I forgot to ask what offences he has been committing lately to require your visit to my establishment today. Oh, so nothing in particular, just a generalised malaise, a slight tardiness at his chores, some daydreaming...Oh, yes, you've certainly got to nip these faults in the bud, upon my word! Adinfinitem, please unshackle Delectatio from the Pony and lay him in the back of Mistress Almamater's waggon - yes, on his stomach is probably a good idea...yes, his clothes as well, perhaps under his head as a pillow...and the Pony too, yes...make sure you secure it well...Thank you again for your patronage, Mistress Almamater, and remember, if you ever need him to wield the whip, Adinfinitem is also at your service!" "Just as one departs, another arrives! Welcome to my humble establishment, Mistress Exgratia! I trust that you and your family are well? How are your sons, if I may ask? Exnihilo, he is the eldest, as I recall? Still lazy, is he? And your middle boy, Exofficio - has he outgrown his lust for self-pleasuring yet? I seem to remember you telling me that he spent every waking hour with his hands down the front of his britches! Ah, yes, boys will most certainly be boys! And your youngest, Expostfacto - now there is a lad that may amount to something great, if only he is set upon the right path! I trust he is no longer trying to personally impregnate all of your farm animals...oh dear...I see... well, there is hope for all of them: please come and inspect my latest correctional device." "I call it simply The Doorframe. As you can readily observe, it is shaped like an open doorway, with braces for support, ankle and wrist restraints, and adjustable tension. In this way, it is suitable for a wide range of sizes, such as you have among your boys. But I see you have not brought any of them with you - would you permit my son to substitute for them on the device? Oh, Adfinitem? Can you assist us please, with a demonstration of the Doorframe? Thank you so much!" "Yes, my son, just lay your clothing by the side. Now, as you would expect, Mistress Exgratia, the device is best used with a naked subject, and my boy Adinfinitem will serve to show us how it can be utilised. See how he is able to secure his feet, and one hand, but not the other? When I secure his free hand, even he cannot then remove himself from the device. Your sons, once thus immobilised, will be unable to move so much as a finger." "Why yes, my son is well muscled, how kind of you to notice. His back and shoulders show the years of hard work he has invested with me. Narrow waist, firm buttocks, thick thighs and calves - but Mistress Exgratia, do come around to the front side, to obtain the complete picture. Ah, yes, here we can see the bulging pectorals, the rippling abdominals, the hard laterals, and...oh, well, of course, modesty forbids me from boasting, but honesty compels me: my son definitely inherited his prodigious manhood from his father. In repose, it is formidable; when erect, awesome! It has been compared favourably to the forearm of a ten year old boy!" "Below it, you can see the scrotum and balls of a bull! Why Mistress Exgratia, many is the time I have been stopped in the street by some widow or other, to compliment me on my son's prowess in bed! The copiousness of his discharge! The heat of his ardour! The stamina of his loins! The unflagging, relentless pumping of his hips as he drives these ladies to ever greater heights of ecstasy! It only amazes me that no-one has yet snared his hand in marriage, for he surely would satisfy the most demanding lady. Perhaps he prefers to cling to his dear old father in his dotage, as a good son should! And did I mention, that should you purchase this particular model, Adinfinitem will not only deliver it personally to your farm, but will erect it himself in whatever location you desire. And what is more, if it is your wish, he will introduce its use to your three sons. Adinfinitem has a mighty arm, and it is said that nothing arouses a young man's passions like a good thrashing." "Of course, as a well-disciplined boy, he has learnt to control himself in the presence of a lady. But should you wonder whether my words are simply those of a proud father, and perhaps liberal with the truth, then may I tell you, the sleeping giant between his legs may be awakened with a few light strokes of the cane! Here, take this light birch rod, and prove my words!" "As you can see with your own eyes, his organ rears up to its full girth and length in only moments! See how it throbs, in time with his heartbeat! Observe the thick veins along the length of it, supplying rich teenage blood to the rigid monster! Notice the bulbous purple head, as it emerges from its sheath! See the...Oh, you would like Adinfinitem to deliver a Doorframe to your farm right away? Certainly, Mistress Exgratia, I'm sure he would like nothing better than to service your requirements instantly." "But if I may be so bold as to beg a small favour? I fear that spending so much of his time in this gloomy establishment has deprived Adinfinitem of the sunlight that a growing boy's body needs to fully develop - so if it would be no bother, could you allow him to erect the Doorframe naked? So that he can enjoy a small measure of wholesome rural sunshine before his return. And Mistress Exgratia? It may take Adinfinitem several hours to travel to your farm and complete the erection of the device: I fear that he may not be able to return while it is still daylight, and he is only a boy after all, I would not wish him to attempt the road at night. So if you should decide that the evening approaches quickly, I would be most obliged if you kept him at your farm overnight, and he can complete his return journey tomorrow. You will find him a most biddable guest. Good day to you." "So, my friend, it appears that you have arrived on a commercially satisfying day - two sales thus far, and a virginity into the bargain! Not to mention a very promising farm visit for my son Adinfinitem! He is certainly a chip off the old block, that boy! Mind you, good sons do not simply pop up out of the ground - years of training, that one, but now he is finally reaping the rewards that are the just results of his efforts!" "Alas, would that I could say the same of my other son, Adastra! Oh, yes, I realise that Adastra is still young, that it is unfair to compare him to his older brother, but at the same age, Adinfinitem had already begun producing a thick, manly discharge from his cock, and was regularly servicing no fewer than three village girls and a young widow! Poor Adastra would much rather...recite a poem to his mother, than woo a young village lass! But let me call him, and you shall see for yourself. Tell me whether I am judging the boy too harshly, I will value your opinion, yes, even the opinion of a man of the City." "Adastra! Come here, boy! Oh, where is that slow-footed dullard? Probably gathering flowers, or singing songs, or some other such nonsense, with that little playmate of his, Tempusfugit. Mind you, that Tempusfugit can be a little imp at times! I suspect he has designs on poor Adastra - often have I rounded a corner of the house, only to find Tempusfugit quickly pulling up his britches, with a guilty smile on his cheeky face. I think the little devil practically lives here. He certainly takes his afternoon nap here, in Adastra's very bed, which is not exactly big enough for two. But my wife tolerates his presence, so I keep my counsel to myself. Although, one day, if I catch him with his britches down again, I'll..." "Ah! Here you are, you young rapscallion! And I see you've got young Tempusfugit with you, as usual. Very well. Adastra, this gentleman is Mister Nildesperandum, a dear friend of mine from the City. I have been telling him all about you, and your brother, and our shop. Strip off your clothes, please Adastra, so that I can show my guest what I was talking about. Tempusfugit, you stay here by my side, I may need you." "Now do you see what I mean, Mister Nildesperandum? He has so many shortcomings, it is difficult to know where to start! The hair. He wears it excessively long, just to annoy me, but his mother permits it, so...Then there are his large green eyes, and the long eyelashes, I ask you! Those pouty, unmasculine lips...the round face - it matches his shoulders, which are always slumped! Look at those nipples - a boy should be ashamed to have such large paps, shouldn't he? And his hips are far too curved for my liking!" "Turn him around, please, Mister Nildesperandum, we may as well get the full horror over with all at once. Just take a look at that set of buttocks! Those are not the tight, square bumcheeks of a boy, are they? Yes, get a feel of them, satisfy yourself of the truth of my words - They are rounded and plump, almost saggy...oh, now, look, it's as I feared - one touch of a hand on his ass, and his cock springs to attention like a palace guard! Absolutely no self-control whatever! And just feel how spongy his balls are, will you? I blame myself, Mister Nildesperandum, for not taking a firmer hand with him. I have not practiced what I preached." "A virgin? This one? Do you mock me, sir? There are no virgins in this household, I'll have you know! But, I take no pride in that statement, for I know what young Adastra has been up to - many's the time I have sent him on errands about the village, delivering this or collecting that, only to find that he has not returned until the following morning! And what has he been up to? I would like to say that he has been pursuing girls and women, but alas, I cannot! It is the fathers and older brothers of said girls that he has been cavorting with!" "My life is not already replete with enough misery, but I cannot walk down the street without one gentleman or another complimenting me on the pleasures of Adastra's bottom! They take great delight in tormenting me with their exploits, how they ravished his ass, how he wailed with passion as he writhed under them! Yes, I know, I should take the ill with the good, and content myself that Adinfinitem is such a proud cocksman, and that I have at least one son who will extend the family lineage, but..." "What? Kiss him? What kind of City perversion is this? Kiss a boy? My dear Mister Nildesperandum, it is my practice to generously give my wife a peck on the cheek at Christmas, and perhaps on her birthday, should I remember it, but to kiss a boy on a working day? Oh, well, if you must!" "My dear fellow! I hardly expected you to kiss him on the lips! But what on earth are you doing now? Is that...your tongue? Oh dear! I feel quite faint! Well, yes of course, hug him if you must, but I cannot see...well, naturally I can hear the boy pant and gasp, I am not deaf - making Adastra gasp with sensuous ardour is no great achievement, from what I have been told! As difficult as making a fish swim! He's probably just out of breath, the way you have been smothering his mouth with your lips I'm not surprised!" "Now, that is so unkind of you, and quite unjustified! I am not an old fuddy-duddy, I absolutely refute that suggestion! I am as open to new ideas as the next man! I am even prepared to show you! Tempusfugit, stand here in front of me. Now, let us remove your tunic, just slip it over your head, that's a good boy. Present your lips for kissing, young man!" "Well, I confess, the sensation is quite unfamiliar to me, and not totally unpleasant. In fact, I expect I could quite get used to it! Tempusfugit! Let us duel with our tongues!" "My goodness, but you are either an extraordinarily quick study, Tempusfugit, or you are already adept in this practice - I feel quite the beginner in your hands! I see Mister Nildesperandum is running his hands all over Adastra's body while he kisses him - let us also try that, and see whether our passion heightens. No, let me undo your britches for you - it's the least I can do. There they go - now you may step out of them. Just leave them there, that's the boy. I see that our kisses have raised your little flag - it's a jaunty little fellow, isn't it, and your balls hand nicely below. Let us kiss further, I feel a need for more practice if I am to approach the proficiency displayed by Mister Nildesperandum!" "Well, I certainly concede that running the hands around a boy's naked body while kissing him does have the effect of increasing the tender emotions - and I am beginning to suspect what you two young rascals have been up to all this time! Don't deny it, Tempusfugit, I can tell when a boy is lying, you know! You and Adastra have been consorting under my very roof! Well, it is fortunate for you that I am a tolerant man. Now that I have discerned your little secret, there is no need to hold back." "What new perversion from the City is this, Mister Nildesperandum? What on earth makes you think that a boy would willingly take your cock into his mouth? And why, for heaven's sake, would you want to allow him to do so? Don't you know a boy must be thrashed into accepting a cock up his bum? It is a well-known fact." "Has the world gone mad this morning? Adastra has untied your flies and is devouring your cock as a starving dog would maul an old bone! And he appears to be getting quite a measure of personal gratification from doing so! I suspect you had something to do with this, Tempusfugit! Have you and my son been performing this...this act...upon each other? So. Now the veil has been lifted from my eyes! It is your turn, Tempusfugit, to show me what is so special about this...activity...that it causes Mister Nildesperandum to gasp and groan like a dying man, and writhe all about in his chair." "Yes, just undo the laces boy, then pull down on my britches. Yes, I know it is big, we are well beyond the point at which you need to flatter me, we are engaged upon a quest of discovery. Yes, you may use two hands, boy. I daresay you have practiced this art upon Adastra many a time - here is your opportunity to convert me to the ranks of...what do you call this performance? A...blowjob? But there is no blowing, is there? Adastra does not appear to be blowing - he is licking and kissing and sucking, but not blowing - Mister Nildesperandum, is Adastra blowing? There! You see? Foolish name for a...oh, my! Oh! Oh dear!" "I am sorry, my dear fellow, I didn't hear what you said. For a few minutes there, I believe I was transported to Paradise itself! Without ever leaving my chair! I must also apologise for my earlier incredulity - either Tempusfugit here is an expert at this marvellous art, or it is the most wonderful of activities ever devised by the mind of man; and quite possibly both propositions are true! Now, you said something about taking Adastra to bed - but my dear fellow, it is barely past mid-morning!" "Ah! Of course, what was I thinking? You wish to continue your dalliance with Adastra in comfort - by all means, my good fellow. In fact, Adastra's bed is probably too small for the two of you - please use Adinfinitem's bed instead - it is rarely slept in these days. I have heard from many in the village that Adastra prefers his bottom to be penetrated from behind while kneeling on all fours, but I'm sure he will acquaint you with his favourite positions. Come back down for lunch in a few hours, there's a good chap." "And as for you, young Tempusfugit, what am I to say? It now appears that I have wasted my life, devising and perfecting various means for torturing boys, in the belief that it was necessary to force boys into obedience with the threat - and the actuality - of pain. But now, I am completely turned around on the matter! I now see that boys respond equally well to pleasure! Listen, you can hear Adastra's bliss even through the floorboards!" "I shall utterly change the modus operandi of my establishment! Henceforth, I shall only create and sell devices that induce pleasure, excitement and happiness in boys, not pain and suffering! And you, Tempusfugit, shall be my chief product tester! Come with me to my bed, and we shall match Adastra and Nildesperandum wail for wail, moan for moan. Leave your garments on the floor - you will not be needing them for quite some time!" end