A brand spanking new pair of schoolboys short trousers, grey worsted, 26" waist, 6" inside leg, with a button fly, was brought from the bedroom next door. They were passed round the assembled company for inspection. This consisted of about twenty men ranging in age from seventeen to over fifty.

But in the bedroom, out of sight there were two young boys, one about twelve, the other a little older named, Peter. They were preparing for the younger boy's initiation ceremony. Peter had undergone this initiation two months ago. They were, between them, selecting the chosen initiation short trousers, for Paul, the younger boy. The men were there to enjoy the sexual initiation of a future boy sex slave. He had innocently volunteered for this after being noticed for his precocious sexual behaviour in the local cinema. He was, they thought, 'sex mad', not uncommon in young boys, but rarely in boys of twelve! He would always go there after school dressed in his school uniform. This was the usual blazer, school tie, blue and gold stripes, with matching grey turn-over-top socks. But the fatal attraction was his short trousers. They looked well used with careless ink stains and deep creases spreading out from the crutch, a sight for sore, boy hungry, eyes to focus on. The boy also knew of their seductive value. All the other boys had gone into long trousers months ago, but not him. Many men's hands had slipped nervously up the generously cut legs of those short trousers, sliding easily, assisted by the smoothness of the white lining inside, seeking the emerging sexuality of the young boy, all in the warm concealing darkness of the cinema. Some had been rewarded with the pre-adolescent juices of a twelve year old boy, delivered into their caressing hands, whilst others had to leave prematurely with the insides of their jeans or trousers sticky and creamed, unable to cope with the excitement of the experience of exploring smooth legs and a slim but firm erection inside those provocative short trousers.

Those men, the early scouts for the Boy Slave Club, were now in the mood and looking forward to to getting their own back for those weeks of frustration when the boy had enticed them, then toyed with their sexual emotions. They passed the short trousers round, each one examining them to check that they were new and virgin. Some smelt or even tentatively tasted the white lined crutch to make sure that they were indeed brand new. Others would slip their hands into the side pockets, thinking about what they would feel the next time their hands explored this access to the boy. The group were in various stages of sexual excitement, and it was difficult for one man to resist wiping the lining against his spunk stained bulging fly or even some of them over their spunk brimming balls. This of course wasn't allowed but nobody complained, they didn't want to hold up the proceedings.

Now it was time to start. In the middle of the room was a narrow table covered with a black velvet cloth. The men formed a circle round it. The master of ceremonies left to bring in the boy. After a few minutes he returned with him and led him to the centre of the room. The boy was slender with dark curly hair and brown limpid eyes. He blinked in the spotlights, which were trained on the table. Everyone wanted to get a good look at him. The boy looked about him. His eyes, wide with excitement but with a mounting sense of fear, he noticed, on the wall in the background a wooden frame with coils of rope tied round the uprights and hanging from the top beam.

How, he wondered, had his enjoyable, innocent, sexual adventures in the cinema led to this. But now he thought he might have gone too far. He was only used to coping with one man at a time. He couldn't believe what he saw now. "THE BOY INITIATION CLUB." They were gathered around him. They were an awe inspiring sight. Everyone of them displayed in some way their sexual aggression. The boy could hardly believe his eyes. He first noticed that nearly all the men were in shorts of some kind or other. The spotlights were positioned so that he could only see the Masters from the waist down. His eyes were drawn to one pair immediately. Navy blue corduroy, the same as he was wearing. What fascinated him about them was the huge spunk stains covering the area round the fly and crutch. The streams of spunk marks from the bottom of the fly to the hem of the shorts legs seemed evidence of some previous sexual extravaganza, if only he could afford to get his own in that state how pleased he would be! He was drawn to look at them because of some un-admitted sexual fantasy that the man may have enjoyed with his own shorts as a boy. He also noticed that two of the fly buttons were bulging open, forced by the pressure from the erection inside, clearly visible and aroused by anticipation of the forthcoming events.

He now felt very vulnerable. All the men were in a high state of sexual arousal. In spite of being grown up, a lot of the men were wearing full school uniforms, with schoolboy's grey short trousers, which all suffered from a straining at their flies, or large erections bulging down their legs. The short trousers' legs he noticed were quite wide and loose, no doubt a hankering after re-living those exciting schooldays with secret groping sessions at the back of the class, under the desk, or behind the bike sheds, where trembling slim young hands slipped up into the forbidden insides of the enticing short trousers, to explore the private, hidden, treasures and proffered pleasures inside. But now he was about to see how these sex animals would re-enact those early sexual passions.

The M.C. indicated to two men. They approached the boy and one knelt in front of him. The second standing behind him and restraining his arms, whispered to him to relax as he reached forward and started to unbuckle the clasp of his snake belt. The second, his face illegally close to the shorts fly, was no doubt sneaking a scent of his erotic boyhood emanating from his short trousers, began to slowly unbutton them, one fly button at a time. They were not so much undone, as tugged and pulled apart as if the man wanted to rip them off. To the boy it seemed to take an age, to get him out of his short trousers, but that was probably because he was not used to four hands paying attention to him, and touching and lingering over them so smoothly. The belt was slid effortlessly from the short's belt loops. It was passed back for safe keeping. It would have to be kept for the boy to return with after the weekend.

Now his short trousers were being tugged down, he wore no underpants as this was the club rule, for both Masters and slaves. This didn't bother him as he had given up wearing them a long time ago so as to make it easier for men to feel up and get at what they wanted, inside his short trousers, in the cinema, or where-ever. With his short trousers now halfway down his legs the man kneeling in front of him paused. He opened up the insides of them and impulsively pushed the white lined crutch up into his face, and tasted the forbidden interior of the initiate's innocent short trousers. The boy, looking down, felt a bit more relaxed, that's exactly what he liked to do to them, in calmer times. But that was only a pause in the proceedings. The rest of the mob were restless to continue with the ceremony and hissed at the assistants to get on with it.

The boy's navy blue corduroy short trousers were handed around the same way as the snake belt. As they passed back to the boy's bedroom each man took his pleasure of them. Some just fondling the insides, caressing the white lining, one, feeling into the side pockets, let out a sigh of pleasure when he discovered that the left hand pocket had been cut out. They were finally deposited on his bed, by now virtually inside-out, with the white lining, or almost white lining; because they were clearly showing areas of yellow piss and stiff cum stains, which the assembled company, on their journey round, had identified, with pleasure, correctly. But covertous eyes noted where they rested, perhaps if they could be laundered over the week-end who knows how they could be treated and enjoyed, privately, a bit later? There was nothing like a pair of used boy's short trousers to fully explore and get one's head into.

His school pullover, school tie, and socks were quickly removed, although his grey shirt stayed on and the black shoes kept to one side. The socks and pullover were replaced with ones in the club colours, blue and gold vee neck and matching turn-over-top socks. While this was happening the men were able to inspect from a distance the boy's equipment. They liked what they saw. The boy's penis was a good size, even flaccid, and circumsized, although this was not to everyone's taste it did please those who enjoyed long sucking sessions. He had as yet no pubic hair which also made him immensely attractive to many members. The balls were surprisingly large for a twelve year old no doubt due to a couple of years practice in the cinema and town toilets. He proudly admitted that he started when he was ten, but only playing about and never allowing anyone to fuck him.

Now the initiation short trousers were brought forward and held open for the boy to step into. He looked down at them and wondered what suffering they were to bring him. They seemed to be standard school uniform type, light grey, button fly, belt loops, inside leg about six inches, and with a white cotton lining. Virgin white he thought like him and how will they end up at the end of the night? He stepped into them and the men pulled them up, they fitted perfectly although the legs, like the shorts on most of the men, were quite wide. It wouldn't be long before he was to discover why. The man behind him threaded a new belt through the loops and did up the snake clasp. This would be his initiation belt, gold and blue stripes, it would prove that he had been through the ceremony and he would have to wear it whenever he came to meetings in the future, along with the rest of the uniform. But he could also wear the belt outside and any member of the club who he might meet, accidentally, would recognise him as a club slave. It would signify to them that they could use him as their slave in any way that took their fancy to satisfy their sexual lust for boys.

The room now went quiet as a small red leather bound box was produced and handed to the MC. Meanwhile the man in the leather shorts leant forward to thrust his hands into the side pockets of the boy's short trousers. He lingered a bit too long inside those pockets, feeling the as yet forbidden fruit and he was urged to get on with it. He jerked out the pockets with a flourish pulling out the white cotton interiors which he held fully extended. The MC opened the red box and from it he took a small silver scalpel. The boy s pockets were tightly stretched apart and with one quick movement he slashed one of the pockets off as close to the top as possible. A cheer went up. The men had just witnessed the first symbolic act of the victim's deflowering. The next pocket followed shortly after, just pausing long enough to throw the first mutilated pocket to the room. There was, naturally, a fierce scramble for it, it was after all a trophy from the ceremony.

The second one followed the first into the randy mob. The remnants of the pockets were pushed back into his short trousers, and again there were complaints that the man took too long as he tried to roam around the insides of them, this time with a little more success as there was no pocket in the way, only the lining. He was jeered at to withdraw, even though they were really enjoying the sight of the shorts being seduced, but they wanted to get on.

Practically all of them had cum at least once by now and the smell of fresh spunk was beginning to fill the room. The boy could smell it also and he too was becoming impatient to get it over with. The lederhosen man knew it was going to be a good night; he had just felt the boy's hard cock through the short trousers' lining!

Now they were ready to proceed to the next part of the ceremony. The boy's legs were raised up over his head and held down at the ankles by the lederhosen man. All eyes were now focused on the tightly stretched back seam, running between the boy's nicely rounded cheeks, shaping the short trousers to perfection. The stitches were straining under the pressure and looked fit to split. The MC, with one hand located the centre of the boy's neat cheeks and positioned the sharp blade of the scalpel over it, he paused and asked the members if they were ready, "NOW' they roared back, "NOW" and with that he carefully applied the sharp edge to the stitching and made a small incision. Two or three stitches burst apart. He then inserted his middle finger into the hole and pulled apart a few more stitches, making a ripping sound clearly heard above the heavy breathing of the men. He handed back the scalpel, its work was nearly finished, the rest, on the outside, would be done by hand. He pushed in the middle finger of the other hand and pulled the slit apart enlarging it to about an inch. The white cotton lining was now visible behind the grey worsted, however the stitches were on the inside! Accordingly the boy was helped off the table and stood in front of it with his legs forced wide apart. The MC knelt down behind him and taking up the scalpel, covering the blade between thumb and forefinger slipped it up the right leg of the boy's short trousers as his other hand slipped up the left leg and pulled them back so that the slit opened up showing the white lining once again. Just one reason, perhaps, for the shorts to have wide legs?

After a short pause he again called to the club-members "should he proceed?" "YES" they roared back "NOW". Then with one movement he slashed the blade through the white lining of the short trousers. The men cheered as the blade gleamed from the arse seam of them, and was pulled through. The short trousers were now ready for their first customer!

The boy looked round wondering who it would be? His eyes travelled round the members, looking below waist level hoping it wouldn't be one of the biggest for the first time. Almost all of them had come and most of the shorts and short trousers were glistening with spunk either on the front fly or down the legs or on the back, it seemed that the favourite thing to do was to come over someone else's. He saw that the man in the navy blue corduroy shorts had already cum inside them and fresh spunk was flowing down from the waistband and over the already white spunked stained fly, the man who had wanked him was still working on him and was rubbing the cum into his corduroy fly and also collecting some which he wiped over the front of his own grey short trousers, and he in turn was being wanked through the side pockets of them by the man behind him, also wearing grey short trousers. If they were all cuming like this, he thought, there wouldn't be enough left for him. How he was to under-estimate the mens' sexual appetite! They had saved their spunk for weeks in anticipation of this night. He felt less nervous now that the scalpel was put away. He had also been promised that he would be broken in gently.

He had also been told that he would be introduced to his masters, in turn, before they started on him, but he wasn't prepared for the first one. Into the circle to stand in front of him with his hand held out was the boy who had helped him choose his short trousers at the beginning of the evening, Peter. But he was a Boy Slave also, he had only had his initiation a couple of months ago? The older boy smiled at him and shook him by the hand. He explained to him that the tradition was that the last boy to be initiated was the first one to have the next slave. That was why he was not wearing his club belt, but his scout one to show that he was not available that night. It would only happen that once and after that he could only be a master when he had recruited enough boys to keep the numbers of the pack up. It was ironic that when Peter had picked him up in the cinema he must have known that he would have him one day.

As Peter was explaining this, his hands were playing inside his own grey short trousers and working on a growing erection pushing down the left leg. He went on to say that it was a good idea too as a young boy's erection was usually quite slim and not so likely to hurt too much for the first time. He would be OK this first night also because the MC had the veto on any erections that were considered too big. The owners could still have their way with him in other ways but could not penetrate him. He began, also, to wonder, looking down at how much Peter's short's leg was now sticking out, just exactly how slim his prick was. They had had mutual wanking sessions together and he remembered being quite impressed with its size but it was all relative he supposed. He glanced down at the boy's shorts again and could see the boy caressing himself with long slow stokes down inside the leg which was bulging out the grey worsted material riding up and showing glimpses of the white lining inside. It seemed as if the boy was showing off and deliberately taking his time. Peter smiled and told him that all the others were restricted to five minutes that night but he could have as long as he liked. He then told the MC that he was ready. It was necessary to tell the MC what you wanted to do so that the boy could be prepared, put in the right position, on his back or bent over, for example.

Accordingly the boy was made ready. Two young slaves stepped forward and kneeling down, one held his ankles, this was to stop the boy moving under the thrust of some of the more powerful men. The other's job was to lubricate the stiff pricks both before entry and during the intercourse. This he did by filling his hand with KY jelly and reaching up inside the boy's short trousers' legs would hold round the rod as it pumped in and out of the boy. As this was considered the best job they swapped round for each new master. Peter moved round to the back of the boy and nodded to the MC, that he was ready. The man in the leather shorts pulled Paul's arms towards him so roughly that he gasped for breath. He he was now bent over the table with his face pushed into the still sticky spunk soaked leather shorts in front of him. He felt his ankles being held.

All was silent, except for the heavy breathing of the men, and the rustling of material as straining pricks were massaged. Paul felt a hand slipping up the back of his short trouser s leg and then a cool finger pushing jelly into his arse. He then heard the fly buttons of the Peter's short trousers rip open as he tore them open from the top in one movement. The men loved the sight of the open shorts, two white Vee's of lining from the base of which sprang a fairly slim uncircumcised prick, about five inches in length they estimated. The red crown was already pushed out and glistened in the lights, the slave covered it with jelly. Then carefully placing his knees against the back of Paul's he pushed himself onto him, his hands sliding into the boy's short trousers pockets, he noticed with interest that the boy had a good hard erection inside there. The slave positioned Peter's glowing tip exactly on the centre of the boy's anus. A short pause and then without warning he thrust forward and at the same time with his hands pulled Paul back by his pelvis hard onto him. The boy let out a cry of pain as his sphincter muscles were penetrated in one sharp movement. His body heaved as he struggled for breath.

There was for a second or two silence them a cheer went up as many of the audience climaxed once more at the witness of this deflowering. Some spurts of their spunk shooting over the boy's pullover and some even landing on the seat of his short trousers. The man holding the boy's head was moaning with pleasure as his spunk erupted over the top and sides of his leather fall front fly and ran down over the head of the boy, white against his dark curly hair. He hadn't even wanked himself it was just the pressure against the boy's head that had caused his spontaneous ejaculation. Then silence once more, Peter did not move for a bit, he would wait a few moments for the young one to recover. He felt around inside the shorts pockets and the erection had collapsed. He began to caress the limp prick, he would wait for it to get hard again before he continued, after all he had plenty of time. The boy was calming down now and the first searing shot of pain was cooling down to be replaced with a warmer feeling. So that was it he thought, no longer a virgin. He felt the older boy's hands gently rubbing his prick through his short trousers pockets and felt the stirring of another erection from deep inside him, and as it rose Peter began to gently and slowly move.

Peter withdrew his prick to almost it's full length passing over the greased hands of the slave and then pushed forward to return but almost if in slow motion, it is glistening length disappearing into the depths of the boy, until the base and the top of his still fluffy young testicles were hard up against the grey worsted seat of the Paul's short trousers This time the victim felt a different sensation, deeper in his thighs and tingling. His erection was now fully recovered and everyone could see it pushing down the legs of his short trousers, the watchers were drooling in anticipation as one of the sitting slaves turned up the leg of Paul s short's so that they could see the tip, hot and red, contrasting against the cool white lining inside.

Peter now settled down to a long slow fuck, his slim prick working in and out steadily. The opening in the back seam fitted his erection perfectly the top and bottom ripped stitches just closing above and below it. As he thrust forward the grey worsted was pushed in and when he pulled out the white lining came out, clinging to his wet prick. The shorts were starting to show a dark damp stain spreading from the centre of seam.

He continued for about another two or three minutes and in spite of having unlimited time he began to feel his spunk rising from deep inside his loins he tried to hold it back but the boy was being evil, he was pushing himself back onto it as he thrust it forwards. He was obviously starting to enjoy it! Not only that the slave's hand was gripping his prick more tightly with each jerk in and out. But what he didn't know was that boy was being pushed back by the man in front by forcing his spunk soaked leather fly into the boy's mouth in time with the fucking. Everything began to speed up, the prick pounding faster into the boy, his pelvis held firmly through his short trousers pockets causing the light grey worsted legs to jerk up and down as if they had a life of their own. The tip of Paul's erection was now oozing with pre-cum juices running down his smooth hairless thigh. The men saw this and shouted out to the Peter that the boy was soon coming. This had the desired effect and with an almighty thrust, which almost took the boy off his feet he pumped his load into him, at one point pulling so far out that a jet of his young fresh white spunk shot all over the back of Paul's already spunk wet short trousers, and in the next thrust half of this was transferred to the exposed white lining of his own shorts. And now a big cheer went up as the members saw the Paul's spunk shooting out from the just visible crown of his prick poking out from his short trousers, running down his smooth, slim, tanned legs, and shooting out, falling onto the slaves' grey shorts below, where they were squatted, one trying to hold him firm, the other with both hands, filled with jelly, still up each leg of his short trousers, squeezing the older boy's pumping prick as hard as he could with his small hands.

Then suddenly it was all over. The prick was withdrawn, still very erect, and with a long slime of spunk hanging from the end. The initiated slave, Paul, was now stood up for all to see. He looked exhausted already, and the night had only just begun! His cum was running down his left leg and over the top of his sock, there were spots of it shining on his black shoes. Peter came round to the front of him, his short trousers still opened, the light grey material round the fly was now dark with a mixture of KY jelly, sweat and spunk, the white lining was shining with cum. He hugged the *boy and kissed him full on the lips, tasting as he did so, the spunk from the leather shorts. Then he whispered into his ear, playfully rubbing in the globs of cum into his hair. He told him that he had to do it the violent way that he did to keep the pain as short as possible, and feeling down to the crutch of Paul's short trousers gave him a squeeze and said he would make it up to him the next day.

But there was no let-up. The hungry men wanted their turn. The first to step forward was someone dressed as a Scoutmaster. Khaki shirt with two flap front pockets and all the correct badges, a troop scarf with a woven leather woggle and white lanyard, brown leather belt with scout clasp, long woollen khaki socks with green garter tabs, black leather shoes and finally but by no means least thick ribbed, heavy khaki coloured corduroy shorts. The shorts bulged obscenely down the left leg with what seemed to be a truly massive prick, although the corduroy was so thick and stiff that the legs of the shorts stood wide from his powerful thighs anyway, they seemed to be indestructible and yet at the same time so soft. The boy's heart sank, so soon after my first time I'm going to have to take that, he thought. The corduroy shorts were deeply creased from the bottom of the fly, running out to the hem of the legs and the side seams, they had obviously seen a lot of wear, but also the ridges of the creases were quite dirty as if they hadn't been washed in years. They also had a wide fly, the stitching at least two inches wide, covering four fly buttons, the shape of them showing through even that thick corduroy! ' Skip stood in front of him and said something to the MC. The boy was mesmerised by those shorts they looked so threatening. Then he noticed something strange, they must have been the only shorts in the room that weren't wet with spunk.

The MC lent closer to the boy and told him that Skip was on the forbidden list as he was too big to penetrate him at this stage in his development, and that he would have to suck him off. The boy felt a wave of relief at the news, he would do that gladly, after all he had being doing that since he was just turned eleven. Just one other thing though, Skip wanted him to change into Boy Scout uniform. Skip took his hand and led him into the bedroom, the same one where the evening had started. He closed the door behind them and from a small holdall produced the uniform. Paul could hardly believe that it was only an hour ago that he was innocently in that room with Peter enjoying trying on a variety of short trousers for the initiation ceremony. He also saw that that was where his navy corduroy school short trousers had ended up. They were on the bed virtually inside out the white lining thrust up from the crutch and the legs splayed apart, and what was more the lining was soaking with spunk. Those randy men had used them as a sponge to cum into, even though he had to go home in them after the weekend, (goodness, he thought, was it still only Friday evening!) Whilst Skip was busy undressing him he picked them up to see the extent of the damage. It was worse than he thought at least two people had come over the outside of the corduroy, one all over the front and the other all over the seat, although it only showed as a dark patch but he knew from painful experience that it would dry white and hard on the corduroy material and would not come off without washing. The 'painful experience' was that only two months before he had been spanked in those very same short trousers for 'misbehaving' when his stepfather had seen similar stains. He had protested that it was ice cream but to no avail, his stepfather knew of course!

Whilst he was lost in this thought Skip was taking off his pullover and tie and then his shirt. Next down to his shoes and socks then lastly his short trousers, undoing the belt unhurriedly followed by the fly buttons, one by one from the top. The boy wondered if Skip would get finished in time as he had only a limit of five minutes, still that wasn't his problem! Paul looked down at Skip who was sitting on the edge of the bed and he was still fascinated by those corduroy shorts in the better light his eyes were immediately drawn to the crutch. All those creases came from there, spreading out down the legs and up past the fly to the outside of the legs. Wherever you looked at the shorts you were drawn by those creases back to the crutch where the ridges of corduroy met from four sides of the shorts. From the front and back of each leg and forming a diamond right at the centre, behind which he visualised the brimming full balls he was soon to make the acquaintance of! By now Skip had slipped his short trousers down to his ankles and he stepped out of them, his feet pulling the lining out. Skip lifted them up and looked at the white lined crutch. It was soaking with the drained out spunk from Peter and Skip remarked that I must have enjoyed it as there was so much cum there and he vowed to get the boy on his list as soon as possible! Skip then pushed his mouth onto the spunk and tasted it with relish. It was then the boy realised that sometimes the boy slaves were not always required just for fucking but sometimes might have to fuck their masters or even get sucked off themselves.

Then out came the Boy Scout uniform but it wasn't the usual khaki type it was a Sea Scout uniform. Skip pulled the Navy woollen jersey over Paul's head followed by the scarf, woggle and lanyard, then up with the navy socks with green garter tabs. Next the blue melton shorts, unlined he noticed, but then he couldn't have everything! As Skip did up the fly buttons his hands were all over the place, running over the seat of the shorts, and up inside of them. The effect was soon obvious to Skip who hands gently squeezed the boy's growing erection. Then whilst enjoying the feeling a thought occurred to Paul and he asked Skip if he was just dressed up or was he a real Scoutmaster. The answer came in the form of an invitation for him to come to a troop meeting, the next was on the following Wednesday, and if he liked to come round to his house before then he could fix him up with a complete uniform. He also told him that he would have a good time in his troop as all the boys enjoyed fun and games, especially at camp. Paul said that he would think about it and they left it at that.

Then he was ready and Skip took his hand and led him back into the centre of operations. The table had been moved to one side and in it's place was, on the floor, a soft cushion. He was led to it and pushed down onto his knees. The Scoutmaster stood in front of him legs wide apart, the wide fly of his corduroy shorts just inches from Paul's face, and his hands clasped behind him in the 'at ease' position. The boy was ordered to pleasure the Scoutmaster's erection which was straining down the left leg of the thick corduroy pushing it out so that the bottom of the shorts leg was a good four inches proud of his hairy thigh, plenty of room for a slim young Sea Scout's hand to slip up and hold round the massive prick. The 'boy had learned a thing or two in the two years he had been giving men pleasure. He didn't hurry and let his hands progress slowly, the tips of his fingers first playing around the hem of the shorts legs, and then creeping up inside them. He felt the heat on his face coming from the short's bulging leg.

His face was now pressed onto the swollen shorts leg and he could smell a warm mixture of pungent piss and sweet spunk. Paul rolled up the leg of the shorts, the corduroy hem a good two inches deep inside the shorts leg. He opened his mouth and closed his lips over the head of the erection now protruding a good four two inches below the leg just where the stitching can be seen inside unlined shorts where the hem is. But his tongue also tasted the rough inside of the corduroy. It tasted bitter, an acquired taste he thought, so he shifted his attention to the thick, wide fly. He pulled back the fly flap to get at the buttons. He saw that the stitching separating each button had been cut away so that under the flap he could see all four buttons at once, he also saw the heavy spunk stains running down the whole length inside of the fly flap. His nimble fingers undid the buttons easily, not that they needed much persuasion, hundreds of openings and closings had made them loose and pliable. He slipped them open from the bottom up until they were gaping wide.

Hot sweaty, spunk tainted air flowed out into the boy's face. He pressed his face to the shorts and felt the hard fly buttons against his cheeks. His hands were now working to get Skip's prick out, one hand reaching inside the fly, the other trying to push it out from the inside but he was restrained by Skip who lowered his shorts a few inches and pushed the boy's head right down inside them. The boy was surprised to see that inside the shorts were thick with cum, sticky and heavily smeared behind the fly and over the thick triple patch of the crutch, which covered the place where the four seams met, then running down the inside of each leg. "Clean them up" he was ordered by Skip. He started behind the fly, licking up all the slimy spunk. He could taste at least three different cums. Then with his hands he pushed up the crutch and legs from the outside. It tasted sweet and fresh. And his mouth and lips were smeared with white sticky spunk and although he swallowed as much as he could he was spreading it around the inside of the shorts as much as anything else.

The reason he hadn't noticed the evidence of the spunk was simply that the corduroy was so thick that it wasn't able to get through the material. He hungrily finished off his job, and thinking that time must really be running out, (he didn't want to get blamed for not completing his task) he now tried to pull out the Scoutmasters massive tool from those gaping fly buttons but without success. He reached up and tried to undo his belt but was stopped and his head guided down to the bottom leg of the shorts. He rolled up the hem again to show the dripping red tip of the prick, it was pushed into his mouth and it hardly got to his throat when it started to pump out the contents of those big balls. The boy's mouth soon filled up and his swallowing couldn't keep up and it soon overflowed from his lips onto the rough inside of the corduroy as well as on the coarse ribbed outside, and down his chin and neck onto his navy jersey. It was no surprise that the Scoutmaster didn't worry about the lack time, he knew he could come in seconds once the boy's mouth was over his helmet. Having finished he drew the boy's face up and told him to kiss the wide fly of his shorts. This the boy did and at the same time spat out all the spunk in his mouth over the shorts fly, he wanted to get his own back for the state they had made on his navy cord short trousers. He also noted with pleasure that large dollops of spunk had dribbled from between his lips and landed on the his own short's navy melton legs. He knew how difficult that was going to be to get off.

Next please, called the MC. A young man stepped forward, dressed in school uniform, grey shirt, tie pullover etc., but there was a difference. His grey short trousers were turned inside out. The white lining was on the outside, well hardly white large patches of stiff yellow stains were clearly visible and the, by now, usual glistening fresh spunk stains, but those on his lining were still steaming, they had just been deposited all over the back of the fly.

He ordered the boy to follow him to the bedroom to change back into his school uniform. He helped him out of his Sea Scout gear, and casually spread the spunk which had landed on the legs of the navy shorts over the white lining of his own, mixing it with what was already steaming away, commenting at the same time that it was a pity to waste it. This had the effect of making the spunk smear over both legs of Skip's Melton shorts. Skip would have even more trouble getting that off! The man explained that he wore his short trousers inside out because he didn't want spunk stains on the outside, on the grey worsted as he wore them out when cycling etc. He was meanwhile dressing Paul, spending a little time checking his short trousers inside. The lining of the crutch was now stuck together with the drying spunk and he said that it was just right as his prick would pull it apart.

Then Paul knew that he was in for another fucking, and looking at the bulging white lining of the man's shorts leg and knew that it was going to be worse than with Peter. The man who was now kneeling before him stood up and gave him a firm pat on the bottom and told him he was ready. It struck Paul that they all wanted to get him alone for a little while in spite of losing part of their precious time with him. He was right of course they liked the idea of preparing the boy for themselves.

He was led back and again pushed over the edge of the table. The same procedure as with Peter. The slaves hands held his ankles and slid up inside the back of his short trouser legs with the lubricating jelly, as the man entered the split rear of them. The room was silent as they waited for the thrust. The man pushed his hands down into the boy's pockets and pulling him onto him slowly inserted his shining helmet into the short trousers. Then there was a snag, the slit was not wide enough to take the rest of his erection. It had been just right for Peter's slim prick but this one was much bigger and wider in the shaft. The men cheered him on and waited as the man pulled back then lunged forward his thick shaft forcing open more stitches, with a loud ripping sound, and sinking deep into the boy. Another gasp from Paul as he felt it's full length but it didn't seem as bad as before, perhaps the forcing of the seam had slowed it down or his sphincter was more relaxed, but whatever he was more able to cope with the man's steady rhythm.

The man in leather shorts who had been in front holding his head had been replaced by the scoutmaster in the corduroy shorts. He was busy forcing Paul's mouth behind the flap of his fly buttons, it was more like a trough filled with spunk. Since Paul had spat the man's spunk all over the thick corduroy fly he had been busy filling up the trough of that fly again, and now all the buttons were covered in cum. He ordered him to suck them dry, starting with the bottom one and working up to the top one, four in all, and to finish doing it before the man behind finished. Paul licked and swallowed desperately and as his body was jerked to and fro the spunk ran in sticky streams from the corduroy fly to his lips, the thread often breaking and falling onto the legs and crutch, which was already in quite a state. The spunk on the white lining of the man's grey short trousers was sticking to Paul's grey worsted short's bottom and each time he lunged in and out similar silvery threads of spunk would be pulled apart and closed together again making a growing sticky mess. Then quite suddenly he came and with the usual applause pulled it out, still dripping which he then wiped onto his already soaked white lining. Paul remembered, "pity to waste it!", that the man had said earlier.

Paul tried to stand up but was kept held down. Another man was already there, waiting. He had been kneeling behind the last one as he was fucking Paul and had been smelling and sucking the white lining of the arse seam of the man's inside out short trousers. He was another one of the forbidden ones too big to safely enter Paul, so he had to do something else.

Without a pause he knelt down behind the boy and sliding his hands up the back of each leg of his short trousers pressed his face to the spunk slippery rear slit, and pulling it apart with his fingers he pushed his tongue inside, tasting the salty mixture of two spunks. But he was after more and the tip of his long tongue tickled the boy's pink rosebud. Paul had never felt a sensation like this before and in seconds his prick rose up inside the front of his shorts fly, much to the delight of the crowd most of whom were still waiting for their turn, and to see the boy still able to be aroused was indeed good news. The man's tongue was now fully into the boy's rectum and Paul felt his spunk rising, the man sensing this withdrew his tongue, stood up and pushed his enormous prick which he had been wanking furiously, into the wet slit. As he did so the members shouted for him to stop, he wasn't allowed. But they needn't have worried because he pulled the boy up and back onto him for all to see that his hard rod was actually under the boy's crutch and pushing out the front of his short trousers like they would split or burst open the fly buttons. Then feeling forward into the shorts' pockets grasped his own prick with Paul's and started to wank them together. Both pricks were now staining up behind the fly and the fly buttons bulged with the strain rising rapidly up and down, indeed as the whole of the short trousers were. The lining was stretched to splitting filled as it was with the large hairy hands of the man's frantic double masturbation. Again more stitches were heard to rip open, from the ever suffering back seam as he had stood up (to more cheers). They were hoping to see the fly buttons rip open their buttonholes.

They were not disappointed, as the man approached his climax and the short trousers were flaying about the second button from the top burst open and they could see the two heads of the erections, gleaming inside the shorts, the man's under the boy's. Urged on by the shouts from the crowd the man began his climax. The first jet of spunk came straight out in an arc and landed across the table on the fly of a pair of quite unmarked navy serge shorts, worn by the man who had replaced Skip. He seemed annoyed by this as he took pride in how neat and clean he kept them, at least the outside, but he left it there, a large silver pearl which slowly started running down the dark legs, he knew it wouldn't be long before he would be getting his own back. The rest of the cum kept flowing and covered Paul's prick, so that it was difficult to tell whether he had come or not there was so much of it about! One lovely jet spurted out from the top of the waistband and shot up landing on, Paul's grey pullover, leaving a white line from the blue and gold base of the Vee neck to the rings round the bottom. But most of it filled the boy's short trousers and soaking through the lining and the grey worsted began to make a dark stain which started just below the waistband. The man, now finished after a good thirty,, seconds of shooting pulled out from the back of the short trousers and wiped the wet head of his dying erection on their spunk wet arse.

Paul asked for another drink of water, which he drank slowly, hoping to cool down. As he stood there the assembled company watched his short trousers changing colour. The spunk already oozing through first the lining, then the grey worsted started to run all the way down from the top, either side of the fly to the crutch and then started down both legs. The change from light grey to dark grey marking it's progress. The fly remained relatively clean but that was because there were about four layers of material for it to soak through, but it would eventually. The process would be aided by the spunk which had already soaked into the shorts from various other people.

The next half hour was taken by what can only be described as a school party. Six men in full and matching school uniform, with the;, essential grey short trousers, took their turn, queuing behind each other as if they were in the school dinning room, and joking and laughing with each other as the 'boy' at the head of the queue was enjoying his fuck. Four of them had their satisfaction in quick succession, taking only a couple of minutes each. Paul's short trousers were now in a disgraceful state, spunk was everywhere. The grey worsted arse was totally covered in layers of thick white spunk and the rear slit edged with a froth of spunk which ran down the legs. The hem of the legs were dripping spunk onto the boy's socks and shoes part of this spunk came from the outside of them but a lot came from the crotch inside draining from the spunk over-full anus and running down the inside legs.

Now the last two of the 'class' stepped forward and indicated to the two young slaves that they wanted the boy in a different position. The slaves were originally employed to hold the boy and to lubricate the thrusting rods of the masters, but were redundant in those tasks because no jelly was now needed with so much natural stuff around and also because Paul had learned how to cope with the heavy thrusts. They raised him up, turned him round, gave him another drink of water and laid him on his back across the table. The last two men in the 'class' came to the edge of the table and they stood, with legs apart and each of their short trousered crutches over the boy's knees. Paul was now numb and hardly cared what they were going to do. The men opened up their fly buttons and culled out their huge erections. They were also victims of the M.C's ruling. As if in time they reached down to pull the legs of Paul's short trousers over their pricks, pushing the, red, creaming, crowns up inside them. The inside leg of the short trousers were 6 inches and their pricks were at least two inches longer and as they wanted to get past the crutch they both turned up the hem of the legs, showing a sexy band of white lining holding round their pricks and in close contact with their fly buttons. They adjusted, together, the position of their pricks. They had decided to cum inside Paul's shorts, where the slaves could assist them. The slaves both put their hands into the side pockets of Paul's shorts, but of course as the pockets had been removed they were in immediate contact, via the lining, with the hot pricks. Then the 'boys' started to fuck Paul's short trousers, there can be no better way to describe what they were doing.

Their hands were holding the hem of the short trousers legs firmly down over Paul's thighs, tight over their rhythmic, in tune, pulsating pricks. It didn't take them long to near their climax, the sight of the boy's shorts being distended with their pumping pricks and about to receive their charges of cum was enough to urge them on. After about two minutes they both shot their load together as if they had practiced it before. The slaves struggled to collect as much of the spurting cum as they could oozing, through the lining, and out of the pockets. But it was impossible to contain all of it, most of it flowing into the dry patches of the boy's shorts.

Meanwhile Paul had enjoyed the rest. He liked the hot feeling of the 'boy's' hard pricks rubbing along each groin. He was inured to how much spunk his short trousers were covered and soaked in, he was almost beginning to enjoy the drying stickiness of all the spunk now deposited over and inside them, making the white lining stick to his smooth thighs and fluffy balls. He was a 'bit worried though about how hard the man behind him was pulling his head into the rough crutch of the clean blue melton shorts that had been despoiled by the man who had shot over them through his burst fly. He thought that he was getting a bit too violent!

Now it was the turn of that very same man in the blue melton shorts. He declared that he thought that Paul's short trousers were too spunky and if he fucked them in that condition he would stain his own with all the cum (in spite of the fact that they already had a large patch down the front). He therefore proposed to beat the spunk out of Paul's. He also supported his claim by saving that Paul's arse was by now numb and needed livening up. This was readily agreed to and the nervous boy was dragged to the wooden frame where his arms were raised and his wrists tied with rope to the cross beam above his head.

The man, standing in front of Paul slowly unbuckled his leather belt. Paul's eyes widened with fear. Nobody had suggested a beating, he felt weak at the knees. The company were now charged with more sexual energy. They couldn't wait to see the boy wriggle and squirm as the belt lashed over the seat of his spunk sodden short trousers. The man walked behind him and pulled down Paul's shorts just an inch or so, to unstick them from his rounded cheeks. After a pause which caused Paul to tremble only more he took careful aim and raising the doubled up belt high over his head and bought it down squarely over the grey worsted seat of the long suffering short trousers. The boy let out a scream as the belt smashed onto them and jerked up his feet lifting them from the ground, the rope cutting into his wrists. The other thing that happened was that a great spray of spunk shot out from the short trousers into the men crowding round.

"Again" they shouted and down came the belt a second time and another scream from the boy and more spunk, this time more from the left side as the sadist had moved his aim to that cheek. More cheers as the belt landed now on the other cheek and created another cloud of cum from the shorts. The boy was now begging for mercy and the tears were streaming down his-face, but it was not yet finished. His bum was burning with pain and he began to think he wouldn't survive much longer. It was only allowed for him to have six, although he didn't know that then. The two slave boys came forward and started to undo the spunk soaked fly buttons of Paul's short trousers and tugged them down. Paul now felt really sick. Surely he was not to be lashed over his bare arse?

As the shorts were taken off, all eyes inspected the damage. Three wide red marks were cut across his attractive little cheeks. The slaves turned the shorts round and he stepped into them. They were pulled up, black to front so that the belt could attack the spunk soaked fly and. legs. Paul guessed that probably there would only be another three and gritted his teeth for the ordeal. He thought maybe with the extra thickness of the fly buttons it wouldn't hurt so much.

Although the short trousers were so wet, cum was still dripping in long strings from the legs that they stuck to him like a skin. They offered little protection against the leather belt. His bottom was now feeling a dull warmth all over and he felt impatient for the man to get on with it. Which was exactly what he did. As before three more lashes cracked onto the boy's short trousers and each time sending up showers of spunk drops. Paul was by now past caring and only wanted to hang there by his wrists. He almost didn't care what they did to him. But the strange thing was that those who weren't able to see the favourite spot, his writhing hot bottom, noticed, with surprise, an erection pushing out one leg of his short trousers.

The initiate was now virtually 'broken in'

The man, sweating from his labour of love stopped the beating and putting his belt back through his short's belt loops came round to the front of Paul. The boy thought that it was a farce that the man was trying to protect his navy melton shorts from cum. The front of them was covered with countless flecks of white spunk marks. The man held the boy and kissed him on the lips, pushing himself closely up against the boy's slim body, feeling as he did so the boy's jutting out prick through his spunk wet, but hot short trousers leg. He called out in triumph and reaching behind the boy ripped open the fly buttons, yanked his short trousers down. They fell to his ankles, the white lining turned, stiffly, and glistening wet inside out.

There were many in the crowd who licked their lips, relishing the impossible thought of being able to get their head down on that lining to clean it up. Those behind saw that the belt marks had all merged into two large bright red areas over each cheek, whilst those in the front were to see Paul's erection proudly popping up as his short trousers released their prize. The sight caused more rejoicing. He indeed was going to be a worthy slave.

But that was not the last he was to see of the frame. He was now allowed a short rest. He was untied and his short trousers put on him the right way round and he was given another glass of water. While he was drinking it the man in the leather shorts came up and felt round his short trousers to see how much spunk was left on them. There was a considerable amount still left. The belting, although beating out a lot of it had also beaten it in. He was going to be next behind Paul over the table and he wanted just the right stickiness, and they certainly were. He pressed his hands onto them and as he pulled his palms away the material stuck to them and pulled out with them.

The growing bulge pushing out the black leather fall front fly told Paul that his rest was finished. Again he was stretched over the table. He felt more relaxed after the belting, which left his bum feeling nice and warm. He felt he could now take most things. The man's leather shorts were now inches from his eyes, and he could see that the earlier shining spunk marks were now just wet patches.

Paul was ordered to undo the two buttons holding the fall front, which flicked open with an ease born of much practice and the looseness of the button holes. The prick inside, released from the constraining black leather sprang out and stood upright. The first thing Paul noticed about it was the crown. The prick itself was not so large as some he had already endured that evening but the uncircumcised helmet was truly enormous. A thick ridge stood out from the shaft an inch all round. He doubted that it would get through the slit in the rear of his short trousers. It was also glistening with spunk and Paul could see that the inside of the fly flap gleamed with freshly deposited spunk. Surely, Paul wondered, if he had only just come he wouldn't be able to do it again so soon? But he was wrong. The man had cum as he was feeling the boy's shorts and was still ready for more! He often did this because as his helmet was so big he would sometimes cum as he pushed it in and he certainly wanted his full time inside the boy. He didn't want to come prematurely.

He moved behind the boy and, like the others gripped his hips through the side pockets of his shorts and slowly guided the huge crown through the short trousers rear slit. He knew that he had to go slowly in order not to be disqualified on account of the big crown. It buried itself deeper in, pulling the shorts material with it. Paul's instinct was soon proved right and for the second time that night, a ripping of stitches was heard as suddenly the man was in. He sank his shaft slowly and as he did so the cum that had been forced into the boy's rectum and kept there by the cheeks tightening under the belting oozed out down the shaft.

By now the shaft was fully home and the piston began pumping in and out. Each time it was thrusting in and out it slurped more spunk from the boy's anus. It spread all over the sticky seat and down the legs of his short trousers. So much of it fell down onto the rough black leather of the fall front fly that it was stuck to the boy's shorts and every time the man pulled back the leather flap stayed stuck to the short trousers and on particularly full strokes long threads of silvery spunk stretched across from the lederhosen to the boy's grey worsted arse.

The noise was quite sensuous, the slurping noise of the cum overflowing from the boy's rectum combined with the slapping noise the leather shorts made as they smacked up against the boy's wet short trousers. In spite of having come only minutes before the man, no doubt excited by the noise and sight of the state of his own shorts was coming again. He may also have been turned on by what the guy holding Paul's head was doing? One of the pockets, which were cut out from the initiation short trousers and thrown out to the crowd, had turned up but it was now full of spunk. The man was dribbling part of the contents over Paul's black curly hair.

The lederhosen man then shot his load, half of it inside Paul and pulling out, he collected the other half in his hand and reached forward added it to the spunk from the pocket in the boy's hair also smearing it all over the boy's face.

Paul was then turned on his back for the pocket to be pushed into his mouth where his lips were closed over it and he was forced to suck all the cum through the white cotton and swallow the lot. It took him a few minutes and it was bubbling from his lips as he tried to cope with the cum from about a dozen ejaculations, that had filled the pocket. He was beginning to enjoy the taste! The man who produced the pocket withdrew it from the boy's lips and gave him a big wet kiss, his tongue slipping deep down his throat tasting the mixture of spunks.

By now Paul needed another piss and asked the MC for permission to go to the toilet. This was refused and instead he was led back to the frame. He was ordered to stand there and relax. A dry pair of shorts were called for and from the gloom at the back of the room a pair of thick and heavy, light sand coloured corduroy scout shorts was passed to the front. His own short trousers were carefully removed and he stepped into the dry shorts. They were unlined and felt rough against his smooth thighs. Willing and eager hands competed to do up the wide fly buttons, four in all. A plastic sheet was placed under him and he was strung up again and his legs spayed apart. The men waited and watched him, taking special interest 'in the crotch and legs of his fresh, dry shorts.

They didn't have to wait long. Paul started to squirm and wriggle as the overwhelming feeling of needing a piss rose up inside him. He could hold it no longer, and with a feeling of abandon, started to let it go. The relief was wonderful and as it flowed out he felt quite a sexy feeling from the end of his penis. The first sign of this to the watching audience was when it started to dribble from, first one leg, then the other. One man rushed towards him and kneeling down eagerly pressed his mouth to the hem of the boy's leaking cord shorts, greedily drinking the young boy's warm piss. It was now gushing out and soaking through the heavy corduroy from the bottom of the fly and down the legs.

The boy's piss was running over the man, who was dressed in a school grey pullover and grey short trousers. Now someone else joined in and standing beside the boy pulled out his cock from a pair of brown, piss smelling corduroy short trousers, aimed it into the pocket or Paul's shorts and let go a thick stream of yellow piss. Then walking round behind him, still pissing, all over the seat of his shorts aimed it into the other pocket. Someone else stepped up, dressed as a boy scout. He was wearing cotton khaki drill shorts. He knelt behind the boy in a position to catch the piss draining from the boy's shorts. It ran all over the wide button fly and over the legs of the khaki shorts making them dark. He opened out the flap covering the fly buttons and let the trough fill to the brim with the piss, momentarily covering the four buttons. The front, fly and legs were now really stained dark with piss and he stayed there until it stopped flowing from the boy's now dark shorts. Paul now realised why they had chosen the thick corduroy shorts. They could soak up an enormous amount of piss. They felt so heavy it seemed that they would drag him to the floor and indeed they would have if he had not been bound to the wooden frame by the thick ropes. The boy scout stood up, his khaki shorts stuck to him and clinging to his thighs as if he had been swimming in them. Steam was rising up from them.

Paul was then released and dressed in his own special pair of short trousers and told that he was free for the rest of the night. He was to get some sleep ready for the hunt tomorrow. He was totally exhausted and was helped to the bedroom by the two slaves who had earlier sat at his feet.

It was now gone midnight and most of the company were settling down in pairs or more, at the end of the room, which was covered with about a dozen mattresses, thrown onto the floor. As he passed them they smiled evilly while groping themselves, staring lasciviously at his spunk glistening short trousers, knows what they might be able to do to Paul, in his turn, stole an envious glance at their really spunked up, bulging shorts, knowing that they would be going on for a few hours yet. Having spent a few years spunking into his own short trousers or being forced to by men in toilets or the cinema he was turned on by a pair of really spunked up shorts. Also he wouldn't mind seeing what those boy scout khaki shorts were like, he hadn't experienced someone into piss before, and he had vague memories of wetting his shorts a few times when he was about eight or nine and how he really quite liked the sensation. The slaves were there to make sure that nobody crept in for more 'fun', and to undress him but also to make sure he didn't take off his short trousers, for they were required to dry on him as he slept.

He stretched out on the cover of the bed not caring about the wet shorts. The two younger boys, one was ten and the other eleven, laid either side of him, on their sides. They all faced the same way. They snuggled up close together "to help his shorts to dry" they said. The twelve year old, behind him whispered into his ear, just as he was dropping off, that he thought he did wonderfully well and was sure that he would soon be a favourite in the club.