The Next Generation
By Sean

copyright 2007 by Sean, all rights reserved 

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This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It contains explicit
depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If you are
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The stories of Sean and Rory will continue to be told but
it's been a long time since Sean was on his wheel and Rory
on his holidays.

Since then both boys have grown up and moved away from home.
Sean has married and has a son of his own. Rory has joined
the army and is serving abroad.

Other things have changed as well. Society in it's wisdom
has softened on discipline for kids and modesty is almost
encouraged.

Unfortunately kids haven't changed and the lack of
discipline is showing with problems for schools, parents,
police and society at large.

Sean's son, Clive is revelling in this new freedom and for
Sean and his wife Sarah, things are tough and tempers often
fray. Neither of them really knowing how to deal with the
situation when Clive is playing up. Sean often finds himself
thinking back to the things that happened to him that made
him into a good kid, wishing that the same could apply to
Clive. 

Don't get me wrong, Clive isn't a total villain. In fact
he's a cute 9 year old. Quite tall with Brown eyes, nicely
built with longish brown hair. He's not fat or thin but just
the right shape. The problem is that he has grown up at a
time when kids did more or less what they liked and had all
the material things they wanted. In simple terms, life was
that bit to easy for them.

After one particular argument with Sarah, Sean decided that
something had to be done, the only question was what. He
took a wander down to the local library and looked up the
old rules about bringing up kids. How modesty was
discouraged, especially in boys and how public nudity and
punishment were used to enforce the rules. Reading through
the documents he suddenly realised that although society had
changed and the rules were no longer applied anywhere.
Legally all the rules could be applied today. He sat
thinking about it for some time and then took copies of all
the rules to show Sarah.

That night after Clive had been put to bed he showed the
documents to Sarah and they sat and discussed them. In the
end both agreeing that Clive could do with an application of
the rules. They knew they couldn't just do it alone, they
would have to get the co-operation of the local authorities
and the school. This led to the decision that they would
start seeing people about it the following morning.

For the first time in a long time Sean and Sarah slept
soundly that night. Both happy that at last they were going
to do something that should bring Clive back into line. They
expected that there would be quite a lot of opposition to
their plan but were determined to carry them out.

The following morning, after a few telephone calls they were
pleasantly surprised to discover that the authorities and
school had been thinking along the same lines but hadn't
wanted to introduce it because they thought the parents
would object. A meeting was arranged for later in the
morning to discuss the matter. Sean and Sarah thought the
meeting would involve other parents but it only involved
them, the representatives from the school and the local
authority. It was suggested that Clive be subjected to the
rules for a time so that the other parents could then see
how effective the regime could be. As they explained, being
in a small country town, when the rules had been enforced in
the past they had not been used locally. The reason being
that at that time the population of kids was very small and
discipline had not been a problem. It was a new thing to
them in that area. The meeting lasted for an hour or so and
in the end Sean and Sarah agreed that Clive would be the
guinea pig and that the experiment would begin the following
Monday. Starting with the first time he did anything wrong
he would receive a sound spanking and that would be followed
by more humiliating punishments as time went on. It was also
agreed that Clive would not be told anything until it
happened.

The meeting was on the Thursday and both Sean and Sarah were
on tenterhooks waiting for Monday to come. They knew that
Clive would be in some sort of trouble within a very short
time of going to school.

MONDAY-MONDAY

Everything as normal. Clive got up, showered, dressed in his
grey short trousers, white shirt and tie, long grey socks
and brown shoes. Cereal for breakfast and then a ride to
school with his mum. Little did he know what was to come.

School always started with an assembly in the main hall and
as usual the hall was very noisy with kids talking when they
should have been listening. Clive was just like the rest and
chattering away. As it was the same as every morning he was
a bit shocked when the head shouted at him to come to the
front of the assembly. Not particularly bothered he strolled
through the rest of the school until he reached the front.
As he arrived he was more shocked when he was grabbed by the
arms and taken up onto the stage. When the head told him to
drop his trousers and pants and bend over the desk he was
really shocked and refused to do it. Not that it made any
difference because the head just yanked his trousers and
pants down and unceremoniously pulled him over to the desk
and very firmly pushed him face down onto it. Before he
could think of anything to say he received a hard smack
across the left cheek, followed by an even harder one on the
right. He was then told to pull his clothes up and go back
and join the rest of his class. He didn't cry or anything,
he was too shocked. Nothing like this had ever happened to
him before and he didn't know of anyone that it had happened
to.

The head then announced that things were going to change
around the school and that everyone had better be well
behaved. 

For that day they were, but kids have short memories. 

Even Clive had pretty well forgotten about it by the next
day. He had been teased a bit by the other kids but as he
had been over the desk with the headmaster between him and
the rest of the school, they had not been able to see much
and his modesty had not really been compromised. He went to
school quite unconcerned.

Unfortunately for him the head did exactly the same that day
and again the following one. Each time his modesty had been
preserved by the head blocking the other kids view. After
applying the punishment the third time the head felt
concerned that it was not having the desired effect and as
he had never had to do anything like it before he decided to
ring Clives mum  and dad to talk about it.

When he phoned he explained that he was a bit lost in the
situation and felt he was not the right person to do it. He
also said that he could not ask any of the other teachers as
he could not ask them to do something that he felt
uncomfortable about. After talking for a while they all
decided that another meeting with the authorities might be a
good idea. Another phone call and the meeting was arranged
for later that day.

Following a long discussion at the meeting the idea come
that maybe a special group of people could be set up that
would monitor the kids and when needed, step in to inflict
whatever was needed. As Clive was the only candidate at the
moment it was decided to find one person to start the group
and so the Modesty and Corrections Police were formed.
Recruiting to start immediately.

The rest of that week was uneventful for Clive. He didn't
get any more punishment and nothing was said about it, he
thought he was safe. Behind the scenes the recruitment was
going well. Mr Taylor an ex headmaster from the city had
applied and as he had been involved when the rules had been
applied in the past, he was the ideal candidate. He firmly
believed that the rules should never have been forgotten and
stated that he would enforce them rigidly to whatever level
was wanted. Sean and Sarah met him to discuss Clive and, as
a result of the chat, agreed that they would allow him to
apply whatever he thought fit. He was told what had been
done to Clive up to now. As it had not worked he said that
he felt that Clive had to be humiliated and embarrassed a
lot more for anything to work properly and for the rest of
the kids to take note.

He was going to start work on the following Monday and would
be at the assembly in Clives school.


DAY ONE OF POLICE "FORCE"

Monday morning and Clive is taken to school as usual and as
usual the noise in the assembly was so loud that it was
difficult to hear what the head was saying. Then this
stranger appears on the stage and shouts in a regimental
voice for silence. This was followed by a loud "Clive" with
a finger pointing at him. Clive, who had been busy
chattering, looked up a bit startled. It crossed his mind
that he was going to get another bare ass slapping. Before
he had time to really think the deep voice of Mr Taylor rang
out. "Clive, take your shorts off, leave them on the floor
and come here". Clive stood with his mouth open not
believing what he had just been told to do. He hesitated.
Immediately the voice came again but this time it told the
other kids in Clives class to take his shorts off and push
him to the front of the hall. There was a big laugh from the
other kids and before Clive could move he was grabbed and
his shorts were pulled unceremoniously off and he was pushed
to the front. He was a bit embarrassed but as he had his
underpants on he wasn't too worried.
On his arrival at the front he was picked up and taken to
the desk, underpants pulled down and bent over. This time
however he was placed sideways so that all the kids could
see. Before he had time to complain he felt a very hard slap
across both cheeks of his lovely little round bottom. This
was followed by another six of the same and by the end he
did have tears in his eyes. He stood up, back to the other
kids, bottom glowing pink and pulled his pants up. Mr Taylor
then told him to stand in the middle of the stage facing the
rest of the school, hands on top of his head. There he stood
in his tight little Speedo style underpants, white shirt and
tie, long grey socks and brown shoes. He felt very small and
was glad when the assembly drew to a close. He knew that the
other kids could see his little erect wily outlined by his
pants. He was dying to get off the stage and put his shorts
back on. 
It was not to be. As he started to walk off the stage Mr
Taylors voice stung his ears with the words. "Leave your
shorts where they are, you are going to spend the day in
your underpants. You can have your shorts when you go home".

Clive spent the whole day feeling very awkward and being
teased by everyone he met, especially the other kids in his
class. He was more than a bit pleased when the day ended and
he was able to put his shorts back on and go home. He
determined not to tell his mum and dad and not to talk in
assembly again. He didn't want anymore days like this.

Nothing was said at home and when he set of for school the
next day he felt confident.

He went into assembly and stood quietly in the middle of his
class group. They were all chattering away but he stayed
resolutely silent. As the teachers mounted the stage, the
room fell quiet. Everyone remembering what happened to Clive
and not wanting the same. BUT, at the moment the head
started to speak, someone pinched Clive firmly on the bottom
and he let out a squeal. Immediately Mr Taylors voice boomed
out "CLIVE". All eyes fixed on him as the voice commanded,
"Take your shorts off". Clive didn't wait for the other kids
to be told to do it. He dropped his shorts and stepped out
of them and started to walk to the front. Mr Taylors voice
then boomed "STOP"."I didn't tell you to move". "Go back to
where you were". Clive stepped back, thinking that he was
not going to be smacked. He stood for a few seconds before
the voice came again "Take your underpants off" Clive was
horrified, he couldn't take his pants off in front of the
whole school. He stood motionless. The voice then commanded
the class. "Get Clives underpants off". they didn't need to
be told twice. Clive was grabbed and his pants were removed
completely. He stood there with his hands covering his
little soft wily. Then the voice ordered him to put his
hands on the top of his head and to come to the front of the
assembly. He didn't move, he was too frightened and
embarrassed. Mr Taylor came down off the stage and walked
towards him. As he got nearer Clive thought he had better do
as he had been told and put his hands on his head. 

Now standing with everyone looking at his wily. Mr Taylor
stood in front of him and announced. "Good, you decided to
do as you were told, but it's a bit late. When I tell you to
do something you do it immediately or suffer the
consequences". With that he took hold of Clive, turned him
around, pulled his hands from his head and put them behind
his back. He then fastened the wrists together with a
plastic cable tie. Not too tight but tight enough that Clive
could not get his wrists apart. He then took him to the
front of the assembly and up onto the stage. As he was
dragged relunctanly towards the stage he could feel the eyes
of all the other boys as they gazed at his bare wily which
by now was standing to attention.

 Placing him over the desk Mr Taylor proceeded to smack his
bare arse very hard with the flat of his big hand. Twelve
smacks later, 6 on each cheek, Clive was allowed to stand.
Backside stinging. He was taken to the front of the stage
and made to stand facing all the other kids. He stood
uncomfortably feeling the eyes of everyone burning into his
bare bottom half. Everyone gazing at his, now limp, little
wily and hairless balls. He struggled hard not to cry. He
was made to stand there for the whole of the assembly. At
the end he was told to go and get his shorts and underpants
and bring them up onto the stage. Feeling very alone but
glad to be getting his clothes back he walked through the
lines of kids to where he had been stripped, picked up his
clothes and made his way back to the stage. 

To his surprise Mr Taylor took them from him and locked them
in the drawer of the desk. As he did so he informed Clive
that he would remain bare from the waist down until he
learnt to behave. He then cut the straps from his wrists.
Straight away Clives hands went to the front to cover
himself. This made him feel a little better, but not for
long. Mr Taylors voice then cut through the air with "Seeing
as you like to have your hands on your wily so much, you had
better make use of them. Stand in the middle of the stage
facing everyone and rub your wily until I tell you to stop.
Clive let out a resounding "No I wont do that"
 In a very few seconds he wished he had not said it. 

Mr Taylor grabbed him and walked him over to the climbing
bars at the side of the hall. Pulled his hands above his
head and fastened them to the bars with plastic ties. With
his arms above his head his bottom half was even more
exposed and the other kids were giggling at him. If that
wasn't bad enough Mr Taylor then knelt down, pulled Clives
left leg to the side and fastened it in place with a tie.
This was followed by the right leg being pulled and tied the
other side. Poor young Clive is now fastened firmly with his
legs wide apart. To make things worse Mr Taylor then
announces to everyone that Clive will remain there for the
morning and that he expects everyone who passes to give his
wily a good hard rub. He took hold of Clives wily to
demonstrate, rubbing him from base to tip and squeezing
gently. It only took a few seconds before Clive was nice and
stiff. His little wily standing proud for everyone to see.
His little balls hanging nicely between his legs. He could
feel everyone's eyes on him. He felt embarrassed and excited
at the same time. He wriggled to try and get free or even
just to be able to close his legs but to no avail. He just
had to stand there showing everything to the world. 

Mr Taylor then told the rest of the assembled kids to line
up in front of Clive as they left the hall and give his wily
a good hard rub. For the next fifteen minutes Clive had to
endure groping hands on his still erect wily and around his
balls. One by one the kids filed past, giggling, groping,
rubbing. That fifteen minutes seemed like an hour to him.
Eventually they were gone and he was left alone. Throughout
the morning different kids popped in and gave him quick rub.
Then one of the older boys came in and while he was giving
Clive a really hard rub he commented that he wondered what
they would do to him the next day. Adding that it seemed
obvious that the school were singling Clive out for special
treatment. He kept saying it all the time he was rubbing
Clives rock hard wily, at the same time feeling his balls
and exploring his bum. He kept rubbing until Clive stiffened
and shuddered with his first ever climax

What the boy had said while he was doing him sank in and
made Clive realise he could be right. The other kids had
been noisier than him and had not been punished. For the
rest of his time attached to the bars that morning he was
dwelling on what the older boy had said and it was beginning
to worry him.

Lunch time came and Mr Taylor arrived to let him go. Clive
asked for his shorts and pants but was not allowed to have
them. He had to go to Lunch and then into class still bare
arsed. He had to put up with hands grabbing his wily and his
bum being smacked all the afternoon but he kept control of
himself and didn't react. He wanted to show he was behaving
so that he could get his clothes back to go home. It worked
and he did get them back. He couldn't wait to get out of
school and was very happy to see his mum waiting at the gate
for him. She didn't say anything so he assumed she didn't
know what had happened. Nothing was said before he went to
bed. Unknown to him, his mum and dad did know and approved.

Wednesday and Thursday for one reason or another he ended up
in the same situation. Tied to the bars and being rubbed at
different times all the morning. He was almost used to it by
now and in a way had started to enjoy all of the attention.
He knew he was being set up because, even when he did
behave, one of the other kids would do something that would
make him shout or squeal and he would be in for it again.
One thing he had forgotten was that in the beginning he had
three days of smacks before it changed. Now he's had three
days of the bars and Friday will be the fourth day, time for
a change.

As he got out of the car on the Friday morning his mum gave
him a little parcel and told him to give it to Mr Taylor
before assembly. He tried to see what was in it but it was
too well sealed. Mr Taylor was waiting for him as he went
into the school building. Clive gave him the parcel,
noticing a bit of a grin on Mr Tailors face when he did. Mr
Taylor then did a strange thing, he told Clive to stand with
his feet wide apart and then took a tape measure from his
pocket and measured from the ground to the centre between
Clives legs. He didn't say anything just "OK go to assembly
now".

Clive puzzled about this for a little while but soon forgot
it as he went into the assembly. He went in expecting to be
made to take his shorts and pants off and then ending up on
the rails.

By this time of the week the other kids had started thinking
and although they enjoyed seeing Clive being punished they
were also thinking that maybe he would not be the only one
and they didn't want that, assembly was a lot quieter. Even
so they wanted Clive to be humiliated again and as the
assembly started, once again Clive was poked to make him
squeal. Once again the voice boomed out "CLIVE". Once again
he was ordered to take his shorts and underpants off. He did
without hesitation. Then the voice came again "Now take your
tie, shirt and vest off". Obediently he started to do as he
was told, realising that this time he was gong to be
virtually naked. Nothing left but his shoes and long socks.
Everyone was going to be able to see everything. He stripped
off and stood almost naked. Before he could move he was told
to rub his wily and make it hard. He obeyed and his lovely
little wily stood out from his tanned little body. Obeying
the next command he walked to the stage still rubbing. He
was lifted up and placed across the desk again but this time
the smacks didn't start. Instead Mr Taylor stood by his face
and unwrapped the parcel in front of him. Taking out a thing
about the size of a finger. It was all knobbly along the
length. Clive didn't know what it was.

One of the older boys, Brian, aged 11, was called up onto
the stage. Clive nearly died when he heard Mr Taylor tell
the boy to shove this thing up Clives bottom, adding, don't
hang about doing it or it will be shoved up yours. Pull his
cheeks apart and ram it all the way in.

Clive lay there, waiting, wondering. His bum had never been
touched and he couldn't understand how a thing like that
could be pushed into it. He felt Brian's hands on his bottom
and the cheeks being pulled apart. It felt funny but not
nasty. He felt the cold tip of this thing against his little
bum hole. Then suddenly it was rammed all the way in. Clive
screamed as it entered his virgin bum. It hurt a lot. All
the other kids let out a gasp and then started to laugh.
Then Brian was told to pull it almost out and ram it in
again. He did and it hurt again. Clive had tears in his eyes
as he both screamed and cried. Brian had to do this 10 times
in quick succession. Clives poor little bum was stretched
and aching. This was followed by it being pushed in and out
very slowly. Almost a full minute for each one. Brian was
then told to stop but to leave it as far up Clives bum as he
could. He was told to keep his hand on the end so that it
would not come out when Clive stood up.

Clive was made to stand up and walk to the edge of the stage
right in the middle, facing the assembly. He did as he was
told even though it was quite hard to walk with the thing
right up his little bum hole. Mr Taylor kept moving him a
little bit as if he were trying to get him in an exact spot.
Once he was satisfied that Clive was where he wanted him he
produced a short pole. 

Making Clive bend forward he bent down behind him and was
fiddling with the thing up his bum. When he was allowed to
stand up straight he realised that this pole was now
attached to the thing and was dangling between his legs.
Brian was still holding it in place all the way up Clives
bum.
Mr Taylor then got off the stage and stood in front of
Clive. He took hold of his ankles and pushed his legs apart.
He kept pushing until Clive could feel the pole was touching
the ground. One more push to spread Clives legs that bit
more and the end of the pole was seated in a hole in the
stage. Mr Taylor then took cable ties and fixed Clives
ankles to some rings that were screwed into the stage. He
hadn't noticed them until his ankles got fastened. Brian was
told to let go of the thing. As soon as he did Clive felt an
urge to push it out of his bottom. He pushed but it didn't
come out, it just moved a little and hurt. It took a minute
or so for Clive to realise that he was almost naked on the
stage with a thing up his bum that stopped him from moving
and that everyone in the school was enjoying watching him.
He begged to be let go, promising to be good and never do
anything wrong again. No good, the punishment was set and
would be completed.

Clive was left there for the rest of assembly, everyone
looking and giggling at him. He tried many times to lift
himself off by standing on tip toe. All that did was move it
in and out a bit, hurting each time and to make things worse
it stimulated his wily and gave him a very hard erection. As
soon as Mr Taylor saw that he was erect he told the boys in
the front row of the assembly to come up and give him a good
rubbing and to play with his testicles. They all did with
great relish and as they did it made Clive move a little,
each time he moved this thing up his bum would wiggle. Very
shortly Clive reached his second climax and gave out a very
loud gasp as he came. Nothing came out but the feelings that
went through his body were !!!!!!!

From then on he was enjoying himself. The more they rubbed
his wily and tickled his balls the more he liked it.

As assembly drew to a close Mr Taylor reached down and
pressed a switch on the edge of the stage. As soon as he
pressed it Clive felt this thing up his bum go up and down a
couple of inches. A few seconds later it did it again, then
again, each time the gap between getting shorter. In a
couple of minutes it was going up and down in his bum about
10 times a minute. At the same time the boys were rubbing
away on his wily. He climaxed for the third time in his life
and let out screams of pain and pleasure.

All the boys and teachers left the hall and Clive was left
with this thing going up and down in his bum. It was
switched off after 30 minutes but left up his bum. He
remained fixed to the stage by this thing up his bum for the
rest of the morning and for most of it he was rubbing
himself silly and climaxing regularly. 
Rubbing himself took his mind off the pain of this thing up
his bum. Lunch time he was freed but had to remain wearing
nothing but shoes and long socks for the rest of the day.

When his mum picked him up she again said nothing. He knew
that she must know because she had supplied the thing that
was put up his bum. That night he had his tea and went
straight to bed. He was very tired.

Over the weekend he did behave himself and enjoyed a trip to
the beach and to his Nan's. He also slept extremely well. So
did his mum and dad.

Monday he was almost looking forward to going to school to
see what might happen next. After all he had been almost
naked in front of all his friends and the rest of the
school. His wily had been rubbed and played with and his bum
had been penetrated. Even though it hurt his bum when it was
filled he was still excited at the prospect. What else could
happen? 


THAT MONDAY


Clive climbed out of bed on the Monday morning and went for
a shower. Coming out of the shower he went to his room to
get dressed for school. His mum always set his clothes on
his bed ready for him. Today was different, there were no
clothes ready. He called out to his mum asking where his
clothes were and was taken aback when she replied he didn't
need any. He went to get his dressing gown to go down and
ask her what she meant but his dressing gown wasn't there.
He looked in his drawers and wardrobe for some clothes but
they were all empty. All of his clothes were gone. 

Sheepishly he went down the stairs and poking his head
around the door he asked her where his clothes were. His mum
told him to come into the room to talk as she would not talk
to him round a door. When he refused she just grabbed him by
the wrist and dragged him. That was followed by a resounding
slap on his bare arse. "You will do as your told from now
on" she said. "I know what has been done at school and you
are now going to be educated properly". He wondered what she
meant. "You wont be wearing clothes to school any more. You
will be completely naked and what's more you will obey any
command that any adult gives you. It doesn't matter what
that command is, you will obey."

"You will be staying home today because you need to have
your tan finished. At the moment there are white bits where
your shirt and trunks have covered you. I'm taking you to
town so you can go under a tanning lamp to even things up".
"You have a nice little body and with a pageboy hair cut and
an all over tan you will look perfect". "Once you are
perfect I am sure that you will get a lot of attention from
everyone".

Clive thought, that's Ok, I get a few days off school.
Nothing nasty for a while. Then it dawned on him that he
didn't have any clothes to wear to go to town. As if she had
read his thoughts his mum added "You will be going to town
naked"

He was so shocked by all of this that he didn't say
anything. He just sat and had his breakfast. All the time
thinking, what will it be like to go around town with no
clothes on. Then he realised that the hairdressers were on
the side of the car park and if his mum parked close he
could run in and no one would see him. The tanning place was
right next door so it shouldn't be to bad. As he finished
his breakfast his mum came back into the room dressed ready
to go. She told him to put his dirty dishes in the sink and
then meet her outside.

Clive went out expecting his mum to be sat in the car
waiting for him but she wasn't. Instead was waiting by the
gate. Clive walked very slowly towards her not wanting any
of the neighbours to see that he was naked. Imagine his
horror when his mum said "It's such a nice day I think we
will walk to town, it will give everyone a chance to have a
good look at my lovely naked little boy". With that she
opened the gate and walked out. Clive hung back until she
shouted at him to get a move on. 

He took a deep breath and walked out of the gate feeling
very small and embarrassed. He caught up with his mum and
walked beside her carefully covering his important bits with
his hands. He could feel the breeze on his back and bum and,
as he walked, he became more and more nervous about meeting
anyone. It was a mile to the town and there were houses on
both sides of the road all the way. There were also a lot of
kids that went to a different school than he did, they would
not know about what had already happened to him.

They hadn't walked very far before his mum looked down and
saw that he was covering his wily with his hands. She
reached down and smacked the back of his hand and told him
to take his hands away. "You have to leave it in full view"
she said. "The only time you can touch it is to give it a
rub to keep it stiff, rub it now". He rubbed his wily and it
grew nice and hard. "That's enough" she said. "From now on,
if it starts to get soft you must rub it and get it hard
again, then leave it alone. You can only cum when someone
else is doing it to you. You will have plenty of chances
today". He didn't understand what she meant by that and was
a bit afraid to ask.

They walked about half way to the town and Clive was feeling
pretty good. His wily was nice and firm and no one had come
near them to see it. They reached the last crossroads before
the town and his mum tapped him on the head and said "What
do you think of that?" Pointing to a large advertising board
in the middle of the traffic island. Clive looked up and saw
a large picture of himself, naked on the stage at the
school. In big letters it had written over the top "This is
Clive and he needs to be trained" Along the bottom in
equally large letters it said "Come and play with my wily"
He imagined that once they got to town, everyone who had
seen it would be coming up to him and touching his balls and
wily. He didn't expect what happened next.

His mum took his hand and led him behind the big advert. She
walked him halfway along and pointed to a hole in it. Then
told him to stand with his wily in the hole. She pulled some
straps from her pocket and used them to fix him in position.
One strap round the top of each leg, holding his legs apart
and one round his waist holding him tight to the board. It
meant that he couldn't pull back and get his wily out of the
hole. Then his mum sat down on the grass behind him. She
said "Tell me when anyone is touching you".

It wasn't long before he felt a hand come between his legs,
rubbing him around his little balls and then feeling them.
He told his mum and she went round to the other side. A few
seconds later he felt something funny. His wily was being
touched but it felt hot, then it seemed to be pulled but not
pulled by a hand. His mum came back and told him that there
were some men on the other side and they were going to suck
his wily until he came and when he felt he was Cumming he
had to shout out loud "I'm Cumming". It didn't take long, he
felt his wily about to explode and in as few seconds it did.
Unfortunately he had forgotten to shout and his mum got
angry, telling him he would have to do something to make up
for it. 

She disappeared around to the other side again and was gone
for a few minutes. When she came back she told him that he
was going to be turned around so his bum was up against the
hole. He wondered why. The straps were all undone and he was
turned around. Then he was re strapped with his bum against
the hole. Within ten seconds he knew why. 

He felt a finger against his little bum hole and then it was
pushed right up into him. He squeeled as it went in. It was
pushed right in a few times and then he felt something
different, bigger. Whatever it was, it went in a long way
and hurt so much he screamed. It was worked in and out.
Slowly at first then faster and faster.

 He heard a strange moan from the other side and then felt
something hot shoot inside him. His mum then explained
"You've just had a mans cock up your bum, before the week is
out you will be having a lot more". 

When we get to town you will be getting cocks up your bum
and in your mouth at the same time. You have to suck all of
them until they cum in your mouth.  When you go back to
school you will be having all the boys at school put their
cocks up your bum and all the teachers. Your bum is going to
be used every day. 


Clive heard what she was saying but he knew that nothing
came out when you cum, so he wasn't worried. He'd cum
himself a few times so he knew. He puzzled a little bit
about what it would be like to have someone put their wily
in his mouth. He felt a bit frightened by the idea but also
a bit excited. Excited enough for his wily to get nice and
hard again.

He remained strapped to the advert board for another hour
and during that time he had a few cocks pushed up his bum
and the hot shooting feeling a few times and while he was
being fucked up the bum he was busy rubbing himself and
climaxed a couple of times. His bum was hurting a lot but
not as much as it did in the beginning. Then he was undone
and he and his mum carried on into town. The rest of the
walk wasn't so quiet. The word had gone around about this
naked nine year old that was going to be available for the
day and a lot of people had come out to see and join in. 

As they walked a number of men, women, boys and girls came
up to him and had a feel of his wily. One or two even poked
their fingers up his sore little  bum.

They arrived at the hairdressers and went in for his page
boy cut. All the time his hair was being cut the other
people waiting took it in turns to have a feel of his erect
little wily.

Then his mum took him into the tanning studio and before he
was put on the sun bed, all the girls in there had a nice
feel of him, making  comments about how sweet he was. How
pretty and what lovely legs he had and how dark his nipples
were. Lots of comments were made about his lovely wily,
silky smooth balls and baby soft skin. Lots of photos were
taken of him standing legs apart showing his bits and others
as he rubbed himself. He's been given the nickname of little
wanker but didn't know what it meant. There were even a
couple of pictures of him with little things stuck up his
bum. Flowers, hair curlers and the girls fingers. Once the
tanning session was over his mum said "Right, it's time for
you to be well done"

Taking his hand she led him out into the market square.
There were a lot of people standing around and Clive felt
very nervous as he was paraded in front of them. As he was
being paraded his mum was taking notes of what different
people wanted to do to him and arranging for them to do it,
either that day or at another time. He couldn't hear what
was being said but knew that there were a lot of people that
wanted him. He just had to wait to find out how they wanted
him and what they were going to do.


He was led into the centre of the market square where a
wooden frame had been set up. It was like a padded table
with straps attached and a bar sticking out one end. He was
placed on it face down. The table fitted between his tummy
and chest. A strap went round his back at chest height and
another around his waist. His legs were bent in under the
edge of the table and the bar placed behind his knees. This
stopped him moving his legs back or lowering his bum. He was
fixed very firmly but quite comfortably

This meant he was positioned with his head free one end and
his bum sticking up at the other. He was left there like
that for a few minutes so that everyone could come and have
a good look at his little bum hole or reach in and play with
his balls and wily. He could not move to stop them, whatever
they did.

As he lay there thinking what comes next a man came round
the front. Undid his trousers and took his cock out. It
looked huge. He moved forwards and pushed it against Clives
lips. Clive opened his mouth and this massive cock entered
his mouth, filling it completely, at the same time he felt
pushing against his bottom. He felt the cheeks being pulled
apart and then, the same as at the advertising hoarding, a
cock pushed all the way into his bum hole.He screamed and
tried to move forward to ease the pain but he couldn't move.
He tried and tried  to move but couldn't. the man who had
his cock in clives mouth grabbed his head and started to
rock it back and forth. Making Clive suck on the cock. It
felt so big in his mouth. He sucked and sucked and then felt
something warm on his tongue. Lots of it. At the same time
he felt that hot shooting feeling in his bum. The stuff in
his mouth tasted sweet. He felt his own wily with one hand
and almost at the same time he climaxed as well as both of
the men that were inside him. They pulled out and Clive lay
there feeling exhausted. His bum was feeling really sore now
and he hoped that it would be left alone. It wasn't. After a
few minutes he felt another cock being pushed in and at the
same time another man came to the front and pushed his cock
into his mouth. He wanted to shout for the man to take his
cock out of his bum but couldn't make any noise as his mouth
was jammed full. He felt the hot flush up his backside and
the sweet salty taste in his mouth. He kept rubbing his own
wily and a lot of others rubbed it for him. After an hour,
four cocks forced into his rear, and eight in his mouth he
was totally warn out and fell asleep still strapped to the
table. He sort of dreamt of moving while he was asleep but
it didn't wake him.


When he did wake up it was dark, silent. No one around. As
his eyes got used to the dark he could see that he was in a
room but couldn't see what room. He called out for his mum
and dad but no one answered. He lay there, his bum
throbbing, feeling stretched to it's limit from all the
cocks that had been up it. He could still taste spunk that
had been delivered into his mouth, he'd been made to eat a
lot of it. He didn't know what it was though. He just knew
he liked the taste. 

He drifted in and out of sleep for quite some time and awoke
to the sound of his mums voice saying "breakfast". He
thought she would unfasten him so he could eat but she
didn't. Instead she stayed and fed him with the spoon. As
she fed him she would allow her hand to wander down his body
to his bum. Stroking it gently. Then sliding it between his
legs and feeling all around his lovely little ball sack and
his penis. He liked the way she was touching him. He told
her he liked it and asked her to rub him. She gently took
his penis in her fingers, slowly running her hand along the
length. Sliding his foreskin back as far as it would go and
then forward again. She had such a lovely touch that he
reached a climax bigger than any he'd had up to now. Still
only a dry one but nevertheless a really nice one that made
him shudder, shake and tense all over.

He finished his breakfast and looked around, realising then
that he was in the school hall. He asked his mum why he was
there. "Today and every day you are going to be fucked by
some of the older boys and your going to suck every one. One
day fucked, one day sucking. Your going to have an hour a
day, every day until all the older boys have fucked you and
you have sucked all of them and all of the little ones. If
you do it properly your punishment will be over except for
staying naked until you reach puberty. By properly I mean
that all the bigger boys have to cum up your bum and all the
little ones have to cum in your mouth. Each day after the
boys have finished you have to let the teachers do anything
they want to you, I know that at least one wants to use a
vibrator up you bum while you suck a nice big cock. The
difference when you are done by the teachers is that you
will be naked but not tied down". 

"If you don't do it properly you will not only be naked
until puberty but you will be on the frame in the market
place every day for at least an hour. Do you understand all
of that?" With a slightly shaky voice Clive said "Yes, I
understand Mummy and I promise to do it properly".  He could
feel his bum tightening at the thought of all those boys
doing it.

The hall started to fill up with the boys coming to school.
As they came in they had a good look at Clive on his frame.
One by one the older boys lined up by his bottom. As soon as
the bell went for the start of lessons the first cock was
pushed up his bum. He squeezed his cheeks together as much
as he could to try and make the boy cum quickly. In that
first hour he had six boys cum in his bottom.

He was freed from the frame and taken onto the stage. All
the boys were sat watching. Mr Taylor was first. He produced
a vibrator and slipped it up Clives bottom. When he switched
it on it was like a roller coaster running around inside. He
wriggled and squirmed to try and move away from it but
failed. At the same time he felt himself getting erect and
gladly took the cock offered to his mouth. As he sucked he
could feel his own wily being rubbed and his balls being
felt. The cock in his mouth exploded and filled his mouth
with spunk. His own wily exploded and made him shudder all
over. The vibrator was removed and he was allowed to stand
up. 

The next day he had to suck the little ones they didn't give
him any of the stuff he liked the taste of but on the other
days the older ones did fill his bum. It  didn't hurt as
much now, he was getting used to it. It would hurt when they
pushed it in but then it was sort of OK. He lost count of
the little cocks that he sucked but did remember sucking the
older boys. They gave him the stuff he liked the taste of.
He thought he had 6 cocks up his bum on the fuck days and
about 12 in his mouth on the suck days. All the boys had cum
in him one end or the other. On the fuck days he would lick
the older boys clean after they had cum up his bum. 

He was glad that it was only a small village school but it
was all boys and there were still 60 boys there. Fortunately
only 20 older ones with cocks capable of fucking him
properly. It still meant that he had to suck 40 little one
but he didn't mind that as they climaxed very quickly. A
couple of the older boys had taken a long time to cum in his
bum and it was very painful.

At least he got to suck 20 that he did enjoy.

It took five days for him to take all the cocks. Each day
the teachers took their turn after the boys. Each day he had
the vibrator pushed deep inside and each day he went home
with his poor little bottom feeling totally stretched,
throbbing and making it hard to walk. Each day he went home
with the taaste of spunk in his mouth, either from the boys
or the teachers.

Finally it was over. He was made to stand at the front of
the stage and promise all the boys that he would remain
naked until he reached puberty and that at any time any of
them could do anything they liked to him.

Then he had to make the same promise to all of the teachers.
To round it off he was made to sign a written promise and
give one to each boy and teacher. One extra promise had to
be signed in which he promised to allow anyone anywhere to
touch, rub, fuck or anything else. This one was going to be
published in the local paper and put on posters all around
the town with a photograph of himself naked, legs wide and
fully erect. 


His lessons were learnt. He knew he was at the disposal of
any adult and that he had to obey them, no matter what. He
knew that his cock and balls, bum nipples, mouth or any part
of his body were available for anyone to have whenever they
wanted and however they wanted. He was "Little Wanker" and
would always be.

To enforce the point. Every Sunday morning he had to sit in
the market place just in case he was wanted. As you can
imagine he was. In fact he quite looked forward to it. He
got a lot of cocks to suck and lots of fingers inserted. The
one rule he was grateful for was that he could only be
fucked a couple of times each day.

The modesty and corrections Police didn't have much to do
after this. No one wanted to go through what Clive had so
they, and so in the most part, they behaved. One or two fell
by the wayside and had to be punished. Those that did would
come to Clive and ask him what it was like. He would always
say it was OK and didn't hurt and then secretly gloat as he
watched them being punished. He didn't dare laugh at them or
make any loud comments as that would mean he would have to
go through it again and it was bad enough having to be naked
all the time. He didn't mind the ones that were still
fucking him and making him suck them at home or in the
market place.  He could ask them to do it the way he liked
or stop for a break when he needed one. At least with the
few others that were punished he wasn't alone in that.

I just wonder how long it will be before the parents start
to think, as they did before, that punishment is no longer
needed and scrap it. How long after they do will it have to
be brought out again. They wont scrap it for a while as they
have a beautiful smooth skinned, nicely tanned little lad
called Clive running about naked with all his assets in full
view to remind them.