STAGES

BY IAGO

[ part 3 ]

“Do I hafta be tied up,” Kyle complained as we pulled his arms and legs toward the bed's four corners. “I won't touch myself. Promise!”

“Sorry fellow, but that's the rule,” I answered putting putting the ball switch in his right hand. “Hold on to that good and tight, Kyle.”

With the boy securely tied to the bed again I reset the Stimulator and told him what he had to do. “This is a pretty simple test. But most boys have to take five or six times before they pass. This what you will need to do. The Stimulator is going to make your nipples, penis and prostate—that's a little gland inside your rear end—feel good like it just did. Only this time when it senses you're about to get that real exciting feeling—an orgasm—a buzzer is going to sound. When you here the buzzer you'll have ten seconds to squeeze the ball in your fist real hard. That will turn the Stimulator off for a minute, so the nice feelings will go away.” “In other words,” Ryan interjected, “this will stop you from having an orgasm.”

“Right,” I went on. “If you don't squeeze the ball hard enough in ten seconds, you'll get a little electric shock, like this” I sent a half second burst to Kyle's right nipple. "Ow!" Kyle yelped. "During the test the the shock will be bit stronger," I warned him. "If after five seconds you still haven't squeezed the ball hard enough, you'll get a second, stronger shock. If five seconds after that you still haven't stopped the Stimulator, a bell will ring and we'll have to stop the test. Then . . "

"We'll punish you," Ryan gave a convincingly evil laugh. The first punishment is a whipping. Fifty lashes if you fail the test during the first five minutes. Thirty lashes if you fail it after seven minutes, twenty if fail during the last three minutes."

"In case you forgot your arithmetic, that means the test will be ten minutes long," I added helpfully. "The second time it will be 15 minutes. If you flunk the punishment will be one hour of electric shock torture."

"The third try will last 20 minutes. That will be your last chance for today, because if you fail then, you will be crucified till your bedtime." Kyle started crying. ""You've been crucified before, haven't you. At the Home." Kyle nodded tearfully and started sobbing again. "Well, we really can't run the test if you're in that state," Ryan said gently. "Why don' t you tell us all about it."

[KYLE] "We were in the showers. I was next to my friend Tony--he's nearly nine, but he is in my class. He was playing with his dick, making it go up and down and swinging it from side to side. We’re not supposed to do things like that.

Just then there was a lot of noise. Teacher McLavin–he’s real mean– had grabbed one of the kids and was whacking his bare behind with his belt. The other kids just ran into the changing room.

“Hey Kyle,” Tony nudged my on the shoulder, “Let’s go into the storage closet and play.”

Tony switched the light on and stood there for a moment. Then he started took his pee-sorry I mean his penis–between his fingers and started moving them up and down real fast. Pretty soon his dick was standing straight out.

“Why don’t you try this, Kyle?” He was looking at my dick kinda funny, like he wanted to touch it real bad. It wasn’t as big as Tony’s but I could feel it getting harder. I was gettin’ a funny feeling into too. It sort of made me want to touch it. I started rubbing myself and the feeling got stronger and better. Tony watched me for a second then started rubbing his dick real fast. He closed his eyes and was making funny groaning noises. I guess he was going to have an orgasm. I rubbed my dick a few more times then I just stopped and looked at Tony. He was swaying back and forth and moaning. I thought he was sick or summthin. I was gonna to get help when the door swung home...”

At this point Kyle’s narrative became rather incoherent. Somewhat later I obtained the school security tapes which had recorded the entire incident from start to finish.

Two large figures in maroon sweat suits grabbed the scrambling little boys and put them over their knees. “WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!” Large hands smacked small bare buttocks again and again. But that was only the beginning.

“Dirty little boys like you need to get a special cleaning to drive those filthy thoughts out of your minds,” one of the men bellowed at the sobbing children. “And I have just the thing for that!” They took the boys over to a pair of stools and lay them face up across the seats, tying their wrists and ankles to the legs. Then one got a stiff scrub brush and waved it in front of their eyes. It looked brand new and tough enough to clean off a year’s worth of crud. “This will drive the devil out of you, I’ll wager,” he said, drawing slowly across Kyle’s cheek.

The little boy howled, more in panic than pain, since the guy didn’t really rub hard at all. No streak marks, you see. Things didn’t stay like that, though. The brush went briskly across Kyle’s chest from arm pit to arm pit. The man leaned forward to apply more force as the stiff bristles scrapped against Kyle’s nipples. Kyle and Tony were both screaming in agony now, angry red marks covering their upper bodies.

The torturers switched aim now. Starting with each tiny foot they moved their brushes up and down their legs. The one torturing Kyle then scrubbed his abdomen from pubic arch to beneath his rib cage. Kyle’s yells were drowned out though by Tony’s shrieks, for obvious reasons. The tape showed one of the man torturing his penis and scrotum with his brush. The other man soon started doing this to the six year old. He brought the brush back to Kyle’s upper thighs, gently touching them. Carefully, relentlessly, the brush traced an ever shrinking circle from the top of Kyle’s slender thighs to the base of his penis. The first grader was screaming at the top of his lungs even though it appeared that the man was barely touching his skin. Finally he made his move. Lifting the boy’s smooth scrotum in his fingers he smacked it smartly with the brush, then drew it quickly across his penis.

Kyle nearly jerked the stool over in his agony. The man savagely squeezed his testicles with one hand while beating his penis with brush with the other. Again and again the bristles tormented the small organ.

After three or four minutes of this–which must have seen an eternity to the little boy–little did he know what we had in store him–he and his friend were untied then turned over, so there stomachs were resting on the stool seats. This made their little asses the perfect target for a good whipping. Which they then received, 12 strokes for Kyle, twice as many for his older companion. But even this wasn’t the end of it.

The two boys were dragged outside to the playground, still stark naked. It was a nice sunny day, albeit rather muggy. They were harnessed to the merry go round and ordered to push it. The teachers stood between the boys, one holding a whip, the other a medium sized cattle prod. Whenever one of the boys faltered he was whipped or zapped with electric shocks. Being smaller Kyle got it worse.

‘SWOOSH,” the whip hissed through air. “CRAACK!” A thin red line appeared across the small shoulders. “AYIEEEE!” the anguished cry was followed almost immediately by another “SWOOSH! CRAACK,” and then another and another. Kyle simply hung there while the men took turns whipping his small bare body. Then they went after him with the cattle prods. One shocked his infant penis and testicles, while the other did his lower back and buttocks. Kyle would stagger around a few more times, more often simply being dragged by Tony who was having his own problems.

After two more floggings and electric torture sessions Kyle was taken down and carried to another part of the play field were two small wooden crosses lay waiting. He appeared barely conscious, his head lolling against one shoulder as they laid him down on the smaller cross. His wrists and ankles were secured tightly to it with plastic ties. The cross was then lifted and set in a pre dug hole.

The sudden pain in his arms and shoulders snapped him out of his semi-stupor. He jerked and struggled against his bonds. His head was thrown back hard, the muscles of his neck standing out like wires beneath the skin. Kyle struggled to stand as high on his toes and as stretched out as possible in order to relieve the incredible pain in his arms and wrists. His entire body shook with the pain, his chest shrinking and then quickly expanding as he sucked in short gasps of air between screams. At last Kyle ran out of either air or energy and his screaming lowered to just as steady moaning. His eyes appeared glazed over as his chin dropped momentarily to his chest. After a while he started screaming again. Again his head was thrown back hard and a long terrible scream came from his stretched and tortured body. His belly sucked in tight, causing his rib cage to be even more apparent at it's lowest point. His head had dropped back and his entire weight was resting on his outstretched arms Every muscle in his body twitched as he struggled to pull himself upright. From time to time one the men would jab his penis or his nipples with a electric shock prod, sending fresh waves of torment through the little boy.

Kyle’s crucifixion lasted about two hours, Tony’s about twice as long. I found out that Tony had been sold to one of our competitors a few days after this. It had been his third crucifixion, so by this time the school must of figured he was not going follow the rules.

“Well, Kyle, I think we understand why you didn’t like us touching your penis this morning.” Ryan patted him on the head. “I hope you understand that it’s perfectly all right to touch yourself to make you feel good. That is called masturbation and almost everybody does this.”

“And it’s also all right if another person touches you like that too,” I added. “Well it looks like you’re going to try real hard to pass the test, aren’t you.”

Kyle nodded, blue eyes wide with fear. “Because you can be sure,” I went on as Ryan untied the boy’s legs and adjusted the wrist restraints to give his arms more play, “that if we have to crucify you it will be lot worse.